#CW Arguments

[vinbee631]

16 - Fear or Love, Baby? Don’t Say The Answer (Actions Speak Louder) 

Prodigal Sons and Daughters Alike

The rest of the weekend passed much faster than Virgil expected it to. He didn’t have any work to do, but he found that his time was sufficiently taken up by being stuck in his own head.

He was… what Patton had said to him, their conversion yesterday, it- he couldn’t figure out why he was still stuck on it, why something he said was tugging at him, had been tugging at him all day.

Chapter title from Louder than Words from tick, tick… BOOM! This is where it really gets heavy aka: the Big Argument. i don't know why i did this to myself, my two favorite characters and I make them have an existential argument lmao

The rest of the weekend passed much faster than Virgil expected it to. He didn’t have any work to do, but he found that his time was sufficiently taken up by being stuck in his own head.

He was… what Patton had said to him, their conversion yesterday, it- he couldn’t figure out why he was still stuck on it, why something he said was tugging at him, had been tugging at him all day.

Maybe… he just needed to remember everything Patton said, and figure out exactly what he said that made him think so hard. That could work.

He’d said… “Perfectionism is a waste of energy. And, okay, that was somewhat true, for Patton. But, perfectionism was just how Virgil lived. It was… likely an unchangeable part of his personality, at this rate. 

That wasn’t necessarily a problem, nor did he dislike that fact. Sure, needed everything to be perfect could be a pain in the ass some days, but it did help him be his best self at the end.

Besides, while culinary stuff was variable, recipes somewhat changeable without fucking up the entire dish, music and instrumentation, especially in an orchestra setting, was not. That advice couldn’t apply to an entirely different playing field. 

So, not that, then. But… but there was something. There had to be something, or he wouldn’t be sitting here, stuck in his thoughts for hours.

What else had Patton said?

“I try to challenge myself to try new things.” 

Had Virgil- challenged himself, lately? Or ever? Well, that was a stupid question, of course, he had. Learning not one but two instruments at a young age, and mastering them as he got older, was extremely challenging. He pushed himself daily to learn and grow his sills. 

And, all his new music, this school… yeah, yeah, he was challenging himself, he was learning and growing still. That was… that wasn’t the problem, he was pretty sure he was still missing something.

“It’s fun, to see what food is capable of.”

That was it.

Fun. Virgil had fun. He thought scheduling was fun, he thought practicing was fun, and besides, he had still just recently pushed himself out of the comfort zone of being homeschooled his whole life. He didn’t think it was particularly fun to talk to people, so he didn’t.

But, then… his productivity increase with Logan. He… teased Janus, and he teased back. Roman had- perhaps not argued, with him, but their discussion, ending in… well, Virgil had been shocked how consistently happy those movies seemed to make him. 

And Patton… yeah. 

Those things were fun, for all of them. Studying and productivity, casual conversation (and sarcasm, of course), music and movies, and baking, especially with friends.

Virgil.

Did Virgil… have anything that made him so happy?

What- of course he did, what the hell was he thinking? He had his instruments, he played them all the time. Practicing was fun, he enjoyed it, hence why he did it so often. 

Right?

He huffed at himself. Of course, he had fun. He wasn’t sure why his brain was trying to convince him otherwise. He was happy with where he was in life, he was comfortable. 

…Having fun and being comfortable were not the same thing, though, were they?

Virgil groaned, this was all getting far too complicated on a day he had been attempting to use for relaxing. Not the time for existential crises, thanks. 

He ended up taking his own advice for the second time in just two days and hefted himself out of bed. Maybe not the same spot he’d been yesterday, but he needed a neutral, quiet space to relax. Probably. Maybe that would help.

It was by sheer dumb luck, and possibly a bit of divine intervention, that he opened the door just as Remus was moving to knock on it. 

Virgil glared at him, backing up slightly from where he was still holding the door open. “Do you need something?”

“I do, actually! If you’re free, that is. Don’t wanna interrupt ya if you’re busy, but I kind of wanted a second- or I guess it would be, like, fifth now- opinion on something I’m working on? No pressure though.”

“Go for it.” Virgil had already been coaxed into interacting with all of the other roommates, and this seemed innocent enough. He still didn’t quite trust Remus, but he did have a lot of free time at the moment. 

Overthinking wasn’t getting him anywhere at this point, so he shouldered past the doubt and followed Remus back to his room to look at his artwork.

“This is another project me and Mica did together. Er, I don’t know if you know him, but he’s in my track, and a lot of my classes, so this isn’t the first piece we’ve worked on together. But anyway, the whole- prompt thingy was to combine art mediums that are hard to combine, or like- unconventional? Soo…”

Remus turned around the, frankly comically small, canvas to reveal it was covered in pottery.

“Did you- has that been fired?” Virgil stared, transfixed at the- was there even canvas under there?

Remus grinned. “You know pottery terms! Yeah, we fired it two days ago. Our teacher was a little worried it would fuck up the canvas-” Well, that answered one of Virgil’s many questions- “but it seems otherwise unharmed!

“Anyway, we’ve talked about it for a while, but neither of us knows how we should glaze it. I know we’re not in the same track, but none of the other roomies are either, and I’ve already talked to them. Nothing’s been… we’re not super- inspired, I guess. But we have to finish it, soooo- any ideas? Just out of curiosity, if nothing comes to mind, that’s fine!” 

Virgil stared at the canvas for a bit, mostly out of bafflement. True, he didn’t know much about pottery, or really anything about art, but he had literally never seen anything like this before. That had to mean something good, right?

He shook himself out of that sidetrack and focused back on the question at hand. “I mean, not gonna lie, it’s- pretty cool as it is. But, with the- lumps, I guess, that you have on there, you could make it… kinda like one of those optical illusions? Something- I guess either the typical black and what patter, or a bunch of psychedelic neon colors? Possibly?” 

“Hey, not bad, Virgil!” Remus grinned. “I’ll let you know if we use that, and honestly, that’s one of the best ideas I’ve heard so far!”

“Glad I could help, I guess.” Virgil gave a small wave, and now, finally, he could go find somewhere more private to destress. Maybe the third floor? He was never up there, it was usually upperclassmen, though maybe they liked to hang out up there on weekends? He’d have to find out.

Before he could make it out the door, however, Remus stopped him once more.

“Oh, by the way, me and the others were planning on signing up for that van trip to the city next week. I dunno if Pat already brought it up with you or not, but we all wanted you to know that you are very much invited to hang out with us! No pressure, though.”

Virgil shrugged. “I’ll pass. I wouldn’t wanna… get in the way, or anything. You guys… aren’t really friends with me, or anything. I don’t need a- pity invite, or whatever this is.”

Remus furrowed his eyebrows. “What? No, no, it’s not pity, we want you there! And, well, yeah, we’re not super close, but not for lack of trying! Did you think that all the times we’ve run into you these past three weeks were just- accidental?”

Virgil blinked. “I… yes? What was I supposed to think, that you were all subtly stalking me until you had the chance to corner me and force me to socially interact?”

Remus must have thought that was a joke, as he chuckled awkwardly in response. “Uh, definitely not. And, we were never forcing you. We just wanted you to- have the option to get to know us more casually.”

“We?” 

“I mean… yes? We all had our own ideas for getting to know you without making you wildly uncomfortable like I did. Well, some of the group weren’t- super enthusiastic about the possibility of upsetting you again, and Janus really didn’t have any clue how to do something other than talking with you, but that one worked itself out.”

“What… what are you talking about? Did you… did you plan all this out? It was… it wasn’t just a coincidence, me running into you guys so many times?”

Remus shrugged. “I mean, I did talk to the others and asked for their about the whole, post-it note plan. And when that didn’t work, I got a great bit of advice from… someone else on how to try to get to know you better without pushing you out of your comfort zone. The others just… agreed to try that, with me.”

“...Plan. You…” Virgil trailed off, his confused frown turning sharper, angrier. “It’s not… you don’t plan out, being someone’s friend. You… it was all random. The- running into me and happening to need help with something, with everyone. There’s… it’s not a fucking agreement to start winning over a friend like you would a partner. It just… it just happens.”

Remus rolled his eyes. “Well, yes, it was random, like I said. We weren’t stalking you or anything. But like… we talked about it some, before we reached out to you. We talk about basically everything, y’know, and that includes you, to some extent.”

“What do you mean, you talk about me?” Remus’ eyes blew comically wide, and Virgil would have laughed if he could. “Not in that way! Or, if you’re not thinking that in a creepy way, that’s good, ‘cause it’s not! But uh… yeah, sometimes. All good things and that junk, but- yes? I mean, how else were we supposed to know if the ideas we came up with worked or not?”

Unbeknownst to Remus, Virgil had gone from cautiously angry to outright furious. “So, it was all a fucking idea then? You… you planned it all out so you could gang up on me at the end?” 

“N-no! Virgil, of course not! We all just want to be friends with you it just took… a little bit of communal brainstorming to figure out a way to reach out to you without fucking up like I did!” Remus tried to reassure him, but Virgil was barely hearing it.

“With all the others.” He said, the rage smoothing out to something cold as he stared Remus down. “The… Logan needed a study partner, Janus had a group project problem, your… your brother got stuck choosing a song, Patton wanted a… a friend to bake with. And… that- it was all just a plan?”

“I… I guess, kind of. It wasn’t as premeditated as you seem to think, though. Everyone got to choose their one ways to spend time with you, we just… talked about the initial idea together first.”

“But… none of them… they wouldn’t have reached out if you hadn’t suggested to them that they should! You just… this is last time all over again, but instead of… little fucking pieces of paper everywhere you manipulated other fucking people!” 

“What? No! Of course I… Virgil, I promise that’s not what I was- what we were doing, I-”

“No, you shut the fuck up,” he snarled. “I thought maybe I was being unreasonable by not trusting you, but now, I guess overthinking did get me somewhere. Go find someone else to waste your time on because I’m done falling for your fucking harassment.” “I- Virgil, please, just… the others would tell you the same thing! If you would… if you would just talk to us, we could-”

“Enough! Just take a fucking hint already and leave me alone!” Before Remus could finish explaining, Virgil was gone, his scream echoing along with the slam of his own bedroom door across the hall. 

He hadn’t meant for it to go this way. That was why he was being so careful in the first place. But, as he stared, shell-shocked, at the spot where Virgil had been just moments ago, not breaking out of his stupor even as his brother rushed in to see what had happened, no amount of good intention could save him from the overwhelming guilt he felt for hurting Virgil so badly.

Remus needed to fix things, but this time, he needed some much bigger help. 

#sanders sides fanfiction #tss storytime 2023 #cw arguments #cw existential crisis #kinda? #you'll see #virgil sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders

[anxiouslyfred]

Connections - Creativitwins

/ Remrom (readers Choice on interpretation)

Summary: There's a big argument when Remus is finally kicked out of the family home and he carries it on to include Roman, cutting everyone in his family out afterwards. Roman tries to stay in touch, get back in touch but has no success until the soulmate connection forms, putting images Remus is drawing on his arms, onto Roman's skin. Perhaps there's a way to get back in touch after all.

Warnings: Arguments, being kicked out of home, incest if you wanna read it that way

Part of an ongoing Daily DRLAMP story with each part focusing on 1 ship. I don’t care how you want to read this part.

/\/\

“So what about you?” The question, sounding more like a demand, made Roman blink.

He'd been stood in his room, watching everything unfold for the last hour. He'd heard the yelling and come out to see things being thrown and hear more yelling, both from his parents and from his brother. It felt like he'd tried to speak up a million times, to ask what was going on, to try to stop the scene from getting worse, and every time he was yelled over, ignored.

Now Remus was stood staring at him, the question hanging between them and Roman was lost over what it meant. “Me? Well, what – what about me?” He asked after trying to figure out the question and failing.

“You taking their side? You coming with me? What are you doing?” Remus ground out the questions, half turned to go back into his room and start throwing things into bags. He'd been given a day to pack up and move out and Roman had been wanting to try and talk his father out of that decision, to make them let Remus stay until he decided to move out for himself.

“I don't have savings, not like you have. I'd just cause you more troubles.” Roman tried to explain, still frantically trying to think of a solution that wasn't this, that he could convince Remus to go along with, that his parents would accept.

Remus fully turned away then. “You know you wouldn't, not if you actually cared about me enough to come with me out of here.” He stated, already closing the door when Roman jumped over to block it.

“Of course I care! I've been the freaking middle-man in these arguments for so damn long, I'm still shocked that whatever caused this argument didn't have me sent to talk to you in the first place! But you know my theatre clubs, all the acting has meant I haven't been able to save up as much as you. I won't be the reason you struggle to eat just because I can't bear to live away from you!” Roman hissed out, refusing to yell when that could cause their parents to come back and begin the argument again, or worse, shorten how long Remus has to pack.

“NO! You care about keeping your perfect life! Perfect will be even more true with me gone and all you'll be is relieved the screw-up isn't around!” Remus snapped back, glaring while shoving pens and paints into a bag.

Roman tried to force his brother to turn around, to face him, but got shrugged off. “If I feel any relief at all it will be because that pair won't be expecting me to control you any more, something I never wanted to do. I want you here and the yelling to stop, but their need for appearances is stifling both of us but you especially. I want you somewhere that your paintings can be praised and sculptures admired like you deserve! If that means I let you keep your savings to have furniture in whatever apartment you get , then damn it I'll stay here!”

“I want you with me! I want support out there that isn't from strangers thinking I'll get them things or can be used for something! We can get more savings or different jobs and do it our own way! Together!” Remus did face him now, shoving Roman back into the door frame, fire dancing in his eyes before it died away. He turned back to packing with a sigh. “Just say you don't want to come with me. Don't make excuses based on money.”

The fight drained out of Roman too, as he turned to go back to his own room. “I won't say that, because I wish I could. You text or call and I'll come running. Hell, I'll even help you move your stuff tomorrow.” He promised.

Remus's room was empty before Roman woke the next day, no messages left for him, or any of their family.

/\/\

Since Remus left, Roman hadn't heard from him. He'd tried, called and text for months after he left, but all the calls were ignored, all the texts went unanswered and it felt like his twin was doing everything he could to block him out.

Patton had mentioned meeting a soulmate called Remus, and he'd felt hope, but no meetings were arranged. Actually it seemed like Patton was almost avoiding that soulmate entirely, not just trying to stop Roman from meeting him.

Roman had tried asking Logan if he had a soulmate called Remus too, and learnt that after being involuntarily used by Janus to find Virgil Logan was against deliberately introducing any of his soulmates to each other. He tried not to be annoyed by this soulmate Patton and Logan shared causing him issues in reconciling with his brother.

When he was younger, Roman had doodled, on paper, on his arms, occasionally on tables. Remus had done so as well, enough that their parents teased them over making meeting to easy if they ever get the soulmate where pictures on your skin shows on the other persons.

Since becoming an actor, and now attempting to make that a job, Roman had curbed the habit. He didn't want to cause issues for costumers. Except watching his arms that seemed like an unavoidable situation now.

Lines were twisting over Roman's skin, patterns and style familiar enough he wondered why it was showing up now, months after his birthday.

By the time the picture was finished and lines stopped forming Roman was scrambling for his phone, typing in the number he'd given up hope from ever hearing from again. If the image on his arms wasn't drawn by Remus then Roman was a tone-deaf businessman.

The dial tone said he wasn't going to find out though.

/\/\

Virgil was still getting to know Roman, still trying to know who this person was that whatever formed soulmates dictated he'd get along with, but he definitely smiled at the lines going over Roman's arms.

They were on a picnic again, having decided that could be their date night activity until the weather grew colder and Roman had decided to just wear a t-shirt today. Given Roman had mentioned knowing all his soulmates and none had the connection he was witnessing he assumed a new connection had formed recently.

Even more interesting was that he recognised the design. Remus had been trying to convince him that a tattoo would be the coolest thing for them to get together since forcing him to take the painting he'd been doing when they met. “That looks like one of my other soulmate's is drawing on you.” He commented, offhand when Roman noticed the artwork forming.

“Remus? You're one of Remus's soulmates?” wide eyes were turned on him immediately with the comment, Roman suddenly leaning towards him. “He changed his number so I can't contact him! Can I come with you when you next see him?”

“Jeez, fine!” Virgil lightly nudged Roman back, but frowned, “If you know each other and are soulmates, why...?” The words drifted off, unsure over if he actually wanted to ask the question.

Roman collapsed back onto the ground. “Brothers, family argument. He cut off all contact and never replied or answered when I tried to stay in touch. Now the number I knew was his just has a dial tone when I've tried calling it.”

“Guess I'll play telephone then. Want me to tell him or do you want to surprise him?” Virgil offered, reaching out to hold Roman's hand and mimicking the tapping that Roman usually did for him.

“I'm scared he'll run if you tell him I'm coming.” Roman admitted, his free hand coming to cover his face. “Is he doing okay, though? I've been worried.”

Virgil thought for a moment before snorting. “Since you love Disney so much, I'll say he's basically become Bert from Mary Poppins and seems to be loving it.”

/\/\

Remus wasn't sure what to expect. Virgil had said someone would be joining them today, for the movie night they were having at Remus's apartment and when he'd tried to guess which of their shared soulmates it was had received only negative replies.

So all the clue he had to go on was that Virgil thought it was someone he knew, and they'd enjoy having a movie night all together. Well that, and now he looked at his arms, an analogue clock with the hands pointing to their agreed time for the movie night and a doodle of a TV. Apparently there was a fifth soulmate that Remus hadn't known about until now that had figured out who he is.

The movie night couldn't come fast enough with that realisation which was almost enough to stop Remus realising the TV doodle seemed familiar somehow. If only he could figure out where he'd seen doodles similar to it before Virgil and this other person arrived... Perhaps it was time to rearrange the sculpture of Logan's things into something new.

Virgil's knock came just as Remus placed the last folder to complete the dragon's mouth. He assumed it was Virgil at least, this knock wasn't the tentative on Virgil usually gave, but loud and basically demanding attention.

“Virge! You know I've said you can just come in!” Remus bounded over calling, yanking the door open before freezing.

“You might have told Virgil that, but I'm really not sure if that extends to me.” Roman replied, not moving to enter at all, and bringing his arm up so Remus could see the same doodle that had appeared on his arm still there.

Remus blinked each eye individually, as if this could be a hallucination, or a trick of the light, or something, anything other than his brother stood outside his apartment, with a soulmate connection evident between the 2 of them. “Roman?”

“No, I'm actually a mirror Virgil got on discount from the thrift store.” Roman tried to joke, his attempt at a smile falling at the lack of reaction Remus was giving while his mind raced to understand what was happening.

A shake of the head got him out of his shock. “Was it a fun house mirror? I'd never wear so much white!” His cackled, grabbing Roman's wrist to yank him through the door and into the tightest hug he could manage.

“Bet you would if I spilt bleach over your wardrobe.” Virgil snickered, slipping through the door behind them and closing it. It was only then that Remus realised he must have brought Roman with him and had just gone unnoticed when Remus entirely focused on Roman.

“Wouldn't be a true white. I've tried to even bleach light coloured fabric and even that doesn't go as white as this jacket.” Remus countered, one hand dropping to tug at the bottom of Roman's jacket while refusing to let the hug go, even when Roman tried pulling back.

Roman scoffed, “You poured bleach into the washing machine on lights laundry day. Am I just taking up residence here?” He'd turned his head to speak, so it wasn't buried in Remus's neck anymore.

“I've been severely deprived of your hugs so yes, you are. Don't make me get the super glue out!” Remus nodded, grip tightening.

Virgil and Roman were both grinning, snickering at him. “Wouldn't dream of it, but I was told we're having a movie night, not a cuddles night.” Roman remarked, arms relaxing around Remus now he'd accepted the hug would carry on for longer.

“I've decided it's both. Virgil can join in too if he wants.” Remus nodded, dragging him over to the sofa so the were curled on it together.

“Fully good over here. That level of touch seems overwhelming right now. Why don't I put the first film on?” Virgil raised both hands in surrender to stay out of the cuddles, instead looking for the remote and sitting just out of reach of them.

“Your loss.” Remus shrugged, but nodded and waved to the remote sat in front of the TV.

#creativitwins #remrom #readers choice of interpretation #roman sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #prinxiety #twinxiety #dukexiety #soulmate au #soulmate marks #cw incest #cw kicked out #cw arguments

[t4tails]

in general i think we as a society fail victims of incestual abuse the more we talk about incest as just a kind of taboo porn category or type of fanfiction and not a legitimate issue. i think if one of the first things you think of when you hear incest is two anime boy twins kissing and not the abusive dynamic that is 99x more common irl you need to log off

#og post #incest cw #is it just me or am i making more argumentative posts lately #idk ive just been in a good wordy mood

[agrebel18]

"we need more wlw pairings where the characters dislike each other at first" you guys couldn't even handle lumity

#for the record i know everyone loves them but i remember all those arguments calling them 'abusive' #in a few years they're gonna get the c//tradora treatment tbh #<- filtering just in case #lumity #luz x amity #amity x luz #toh #toh spoilers #the owl house #cw shipping #romance mention #I NEED MORE WLW

[regulus-books]

410 words - busy - @jegulus-microfic

warnings: arguing, bipolar james (although it's not directly mentioned, i wanted to add this tag because that's kinda what I was aiming for, and if you want a little more info on this specific episode of his I will definitely make a second post about it because I also have gone through similar things (lol another author using their mental illness in a fic/oneshot), and I hope you enjoy<3)

James has been busy a lot lately. A lot.

James has always been a hard worker, Regulus knows that. It just feels... purposeful this time. Maybe he's overreacting, but James gets up, works, eats (in silence), and goes back to sleep. He hangs out with Sirius on the weekends. Cycle repeats itself.

Regulus is standing outside the door of James' office.

"Jamie?" Regulus' heart squeezes painfully with worry about what James' answer will be. Silence emits in the hall. Regulus knocks again. "Amour?"

The door swings open fast, knocking Regulus back a bit. "What?" James' tone is harsh, and bitter. Regulus' face contorts and his eyes water.

"Well, um," Everything he says seems more stupid. He picks the skin around his nails. He looks at the ground. "I was just..." He doesn't know what to say next.

"Well, spit it out." James bites back, and Regulus is almost dumbfounded.

"What do you want for dinner?" Regulus selects a question from his list:

•Are you okay?

•When will you come out of that room?

•Can we just talk?

•What do you want for dinner?

•What did I do wrong?

"I don't fucking know, Regulus, figure it out yourself." James spits his name like it's a slur.

He doesn't even know what he feels. Pain, anger?

"I can't take this shit," Regulus says, shaking his head as tears fall down his face and his bags get packed. He looks at James' face.

James. The man he loves is staring at him in the doorway of their bedroom while he is packing a bag. It almost feels like a fever dream. James is leaning against the frame of their door, one hand in the pocket of his work trousers, he looks almost nonchalant.

"Are you seriously just going to fucking watch me walk out?"

"If that's what you want." James leans his head on the frame now, just watching.

"You won't even fight?"

"No."

"You won't fight for me, James? For us?" James looks down at the ground, where the bag is, almost all the way packed before looking back into Regulus' teary eyes.

"No."

Regulus heart is being eaten by wild animals. He can feel them ripping away piece by piece, each one going slower, applying more pressure, biting further in.

"Did I do something?" This time, James doesn't answer at all. Instead, he looks away from Regulus, away from the suitcase, away from his bedroom and walks back into his office.

#cw argument #regulus books #marauders #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #marauders era #james x regulus #regulus and james #mention of sirius black #lomls #james and regulus #regulus arcturus black #regulus needs a hug #bipolar james potter

[share-the-damn-bed]

JONATHAN & MIKE || then and now

#jonathan byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #if this just doesn't make you cry #like look at them. THEY WERE BABIES #but uhg. that trust has always been there #my last jonathan and mike set for a while #unless anyone has specific requests (send an ask) #i'm finally free of whatever brain rot they had over me #my argument stands: 1 jonathan cares about mike. 2 they respect one another and work well together/have similar habits. #and 3 they have always had respect for one another and i think trust one another #especially mike #cw: flashing lights

[squishe]

im baffled about how so many people are suddenly shitting on transmascs for having the audacity to label our discrimination and making fun of terms like transandophobia and mocking us for talking about transmasc-specific issues and discrimination (which is a documented thing! and we have different factors intersect with our oppression than tma folks have intersecting with transmisogyny! and NOONE is saying that transandrophobia existing makes it worse than transmisogyny either!)

like what do you want us to do? are we just supposed to shut up and take it because us being afab means our problems are "lesser"? are we supposed to say that every other trans person has it worse so we can't talk about it anymore? what is the proposed solution here? mocking transmascs and harassing them and sending horrific anons to them isn't exactly a solid answer.

i genuinely truly don't understand why people are so upset about this and why it's such a big deal for us to label our experiences and talk about it when everyone was falling all over themselves to adopt new phrases when the terms transmisogyny and tma/tme started gaining traction. it's gross and weird. we're all siblings in the same fight here, infighting is pointless and a waste of energy. why are we trying to to beat each other down when this energy would be, y'know, actually progressive punching up and fighting the oppressive structures CAUSING these issues instead?

#this isn't the oppression olympics!!!!! y'all are acting likw fucking children #this is the kind of discourse i wouldve expected on here 10 years ago #and i genuinely do not understand why so many people are SO passionate about this and refuse to explain why? #like genuinely. autistically. if it's legitimately actively actually harmful i wanna know #but noone has any compelling arguments besides ''silly girl doesn't understand opwession uwu'' #i've seen people call transmascs princess and talk about SAing them over this bullshit #do none of you see what you're doing? do none of you care how you sound? #i need to purge my following list tbqh #this is ridiculous #rant #transandrophobia #transandrophobia cw #discourse #ask to tag #be fucking normal about this post please im actually confused and not trying to start a fight

[flythesail]

Alright my nace people! I think we all just need to

#some of those arguments.. good angst #plus nancy being the first one ace calls when something horrible happens and nancy showing right up- i- #i think they spent too much time with the ghost though #main thing is it worries me that it feels like we need to take a big leap to get nace back together #however... something something life is precious... something something nancy's role in things will make a decision more immediate #idk i do worry because we only have one chance to get it all right #but they did pack a lot into 3x13 for example #and just generally speaking i want to be hopeful now #i have the rest of time to be disappointed.. and i want to enjoy this last week as much as i can #nace #nancy drew cw #nancy drew #nancy drew spoilers #flythepost

[punkeropercyjackson]

"NO Don't headcanon characters who were intended as male as actually being trans woman eggs based off irl transfem experiences and treat them as canonically female because of it,that's lazy and offensive and not actually caring about women!!!"And then y'all don't care about characters who were intended as girls in canon unless it's to prop up male characters or use them as token 'mean lesbians' and bash canon tgirls

@thisismisogynoir

#this argument is insane applied to trans folks especially transFEMS i've never actually meet any of us who aren't obsessed with canon girls #the ones who do the egg thing i mean like PLEASE be serious do you honestly think all of us are just playing we just love trans women bffr!! #transmisogyny #misogyny cw #androcentrism #transfem #trans women #percy jackson #minnie díaz #persephone jackson #gwen stacy #bridget guilty gear #sakura haruno #ino yamanaka #anti sns #hinata hyuga #inosaku #sakuhina #inohina #inosakuhina #ichigo kurosaki #rukia kuchiki #orihime inoue #tatsuki arisawa #tatsuhime #mai atla #ty lee #mailee #summerposting #💌

[emilylorange]

time to be weird for a month or so

Duckvember

Day 1 - dead Day 2 - yucky Day 3 - crafty

cw blood, fire, physical argument

#duckvember #duckvember 2023 #mdtas #wildwing flashblade #drake ducaine #art #digital art #artists on tumblr #dabble flashblade #emily l'orange #OCs #breakaway #mighty ducks animated #disney afternoon #cw b #cw blood #cw fire #cw physical argument

[twyrineslut]

clara / changeling magical girl transformation sequence with all the flashy lights and effects but at the end she looks exactly the same and just tells you to kill yourself

#she transforms mid argument and bachelor is like wtf was that and she just kicks him in the shins #clara pathologic #cw kys joke #cw sui mention #i think? #just to be safe

[theshoesofatiredman]

I'm revisiting a part of The High School Survival Guide: Making the Most of the Best Time of Your Life (so far) by Adam Palmer. It's a Christian book despite the fact that the title makes it seem totally areligious, and I read parts of it when I was in high school. It was the first time I ever read about being gay in a book. I found a free version online and while I didn't think the Bible could shock me anymore my mouth dropped open at this:

Apparently the MSG version of this passage really says the quiet part out loud. Gay people aren't even human / lose the knowledge of how to be human. Not sure how that works. There's such a dissonance between the tone of this verse and the tone of the text in the book too.

GEE I WONDER WHY??? How strange that Christians, who believe their sacred text claims that homosexual acts strip people of God, love, and their humanity, view homosexuality as 'icky' and 'gross.' In fact, I would think they'd think much worse in that scenario and treat gay people far worse. In fact, it kinda seems like you're downplaying the absolutely brutal treatment and systemic discrimination of gay people that was carried out in the name of Jesus.

And all of this is being aimed at (presumably Christian) teenagers who think they might be gay. There's no real advice here other than to surrender to god and to seek accountability.

I was keenly aware as a gay Christian that I was at the center of a culture war I did not want to be a part of. People out beyond my religious community were fighting for an acceptance and celebration of homosexuality that I thought was harmful and sinful. People inside my religious community had all kinds of incorrect ideas about gay people and I didn't think there was much space for me to be "out of the closet" even if I stayed single, celibate, and god-fearing. And I had no idea what to do about any of it.

I didn't come out to anyone until after high school. I prayed and I prayed and I prayed, and the weight was still heavy. God did not make it easier, did not lift the burden of homosexuality from me. I had plenty of accountability in my life, constantly watched by helicopter parents with Internet filters, confessing sin regularly in men's groups (both before and after I started to tell people I 'struggled with same-sex attraction). 'Accountability' only served to intensify my shame.

The only time things got easier was when I started to take God out of the equation, when I started to see my sexuality as a part of myself to embrace rather than excise. Christians will drone on and on about how Christ sets people free from their sins. In my experience, to be free of my sin I had to first be free of Christ.

#I thought this book was when I encountered the “actually gay people just have a bad relationship with their same sex parents” argument but #turns out that's not the case #which is not helpful for the other thing I was writing but now im making this post #this book is so crazy too like it really neatly packages the evangelical worldview and aims it at high schoolers #Rereading it is eerie cause it's presenting stuff that's nearly exactly what I believed as a Christian #but it's not like my entire worldview came from this book #I don't remember even reading this book all the way through and I doubt I did #it's just very good at bottling up the theological waters in which I as swimming and serving it to in its simplest form #exvangelical #tw: homophobia #cw: homophobia #homophobia #ex christian #ex fundamentalist #ex fundie #ex religious #apostate #gay exvangelical #religious trauma #shoesofatiredman

[ghcstcd]

WAIT NO TELL US HOW THEY HID THE BODY

Well, you see, a Sibling of Sin listened too closely through the door. How could Omega not notice? It was really their fault, you see. Human's shouldn't wander deep into the catacombs. Certainly not when two ghoulish lovers might be in a quarrel. A disagreement on their situation. Omega has become too soft-

Or perhaps not. Omega acted without thinking. No, he did think. Clearly he made a choice. He looked between the body before him, and Alpha.

Omega goes to Dewdrop first. Perhaps not the most quiet of ghouls, but certainly not one to rat out her fellow demons. He asked Dewdrop to bring the body to the bottom of the lake, weigh it down, so that the water may take its flesh. It would take just a few days for the fish strip the bones clean.

Then, the bones at the bottom of the lake are gathered, and brought to Mountain. He already knows Omega's request. Fresh, finely ground bones make for a fine fertilizer.

#death cw #No I'm not telling you what the argument was 100% about :) #you can't know EVERYTHING that goes on in this big brain of mine /j #messages from beyond the ask box #anonymous #ghost and ghouls headcanons #omega ghoul #alpha ghoul #nameless ghouls

[thesuetyouforgot]

Hello, I have something kinda.....weird to say the least, if you don't mind reading my thoughts that is?

Basically, a few months ago, I had a strange and surreal dream/nightmare kind of thing. It was about Monty Python. But it was a depressing and tragic alternative universe. A universe where John Cleese and Michael Palin both got assassinated/killed on the day of the "Friday Night, Saturday Morning" Life of Brian debate interview, where a religious extremist who really hated the film Life of Brian with a burning passion took out both John and Michael out of spite. Like, utter spite, ya'know?

It was....horrible to think about..yet it was an interesting experience to think about.

I'm okay now, I'm aware it was JUST only a bad recurring dream. But, it just shivers me to the core to think about what would've happened on that day in that alternative universe. What would the world look like? What the Pythons think about the sudden passing of John and Michael? Just what would've happened on that day......

Wow... That's sounds terrible actually & definitely like a dream I wouldn't want to dream myself...

It really is an extremely chilling thought and like you said, interesting in a horrible way. Don't even know what to say - the fear that must cause to the other Pythons, the sheer tragedy of taking someone's life for simply making a funny little movie, all the beautiful things we would have never gotten (like movies, books, documentaries...) etc. Glad it never happened in reality!

--Thank you for sharing your dream & thoughts with me, though!--

#Y'know originally I come from the Beatles fandom and I've cried enough tears to documentaries about john lennon's death to immediately be #able to imagine this hypothetical au all too well. (Or my emotional reaction to it that is) #on a more lighthearted note: I couldn't help but imagine that bishop (?) being the killer #Like imagine the debate is getting heated and all of a sudden he gets up and pulls out a gun like in a wild west movie #“Your arguments sound reasonable. But mine are stronger” BANG. BANG. #okay sorry. enough now #asks #anonymous #dreams about the pythons #cw violence #cw death

[dreamdaddydutch]

Javier x reader crying during an argument??

Thanks for your request - as always it's appreciated. This ended up being longer than I'd planned.

As a side note - I reference that the reader was sick with a virus a few months previous, this isn't based on any particular virus/illness, so if you think symptoms don't really add up with anything - that's why. It's just for the stories sake.

Pairing: Javier x gn!reader Word Count: 1,782 Warnings: Intensity of argument and accusations. Some swearing. Descriptions of illness.

As you stormed through the camp, you knew all eyes would be on you and that most of the others would have heard the harsh words spoken between you and Javier. But you cared little for gossip, you cared little about what they thought, they didn’t know Javier like you did and they didn’t know you.

Fuck them, you thought, I don’t care.

But lies don’t last long, not even the ones you tell yourself. They either get buried and fester until they become something ugly, something you eventually believe but never for the best. Or within moments the truth seeps through and you’re unable to deny the truth any longer. Today was one of those days.

Javier had gone to rob a stagecoach with Sean and John, he’d asked you to stay behind. Pretty much commanded it. But you were bored of being left behind and longed for adventure, longed to do your bit. Hunting was more your thing, hunting and gathering berries, herbs, whatever you could forage. Occasionally you’d see some action when it came to robberies and the little missions Dutch sent the others on but hearing the excitement in the voices of those who’d come back frequently from such excursions, made you want to do it all the more.

Additionally, you missed Javier. The two of you would go fishing together and sometimes he’d come hunting with you, but you wanted to be gun slinging by his side as it felt like it was somewhat romantic to you. It’s not that Javier didn’t think you’d be good at it or that you’d be a liability, he knew you could handle yourself, it’s just you were better with a bow, better at hunting and tracking. Better with formulating plans and the theory behind the actions.

Besides, recently you hadn’t been well. You’d caught a nasty virus in Clemens Point that left you bed bound for several weeks and even now you were still feeling the effects. You suspected this was the real reason Javier had been so adamant about you not joining them on any jobs for the foreseeable future. But Javier didn’t own you and so on this day for this particular robbery you’d decided to surprise the other three and turn up to help.

Only it hadn’t gone to plan. If anything, it had hindered the others, who had returned empty handed. It

On the way back to camp Javier had remained silent, furiously riding Boaz behind you so that he didn’t let you out of his site, while the others rode in front. You felt like you were being punished, that the other 3 had no trust in you so were escorting you back. Any time you tried to speak to Javier he said nothing, his face angry and hurt, the only words he said the entire time was, “Not now.”

That was what hurt, the fact he wouldn’t even acknowledge your presence. Did he really think that little of you now?

Back at the camp it was little better, you hitched your horses and then John and Sean departed quickly, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire between the two of you.

You could handle the silence no longer, it hung in the air cloying, suffocating, unrelenting, “I’m sorry, okay, I’m sorry I don’t know what…” Javier held his hand up to silence you, “Don’t.”

“What do you want me to say?” You begged

“Nothing!” Javier shouted back, “Nothing, there is nothing to be said okay. It is done, it’s done,” he said, his voice calming a little.

“I just wanted to be…helpful.”

Javier shook his head in disbelief, “Well, look how that turned out huh? We came back empty handed, you nearly died… Sean could have been shot. You just don’t think do you?”

“Don’t think?” You snapped, “All I do is think, you’re away so often it’s not like I can talk to you about anything. I think about you, where you are and who you’re with, especially when you don’t come back at night. Is that why you don’t like me coming with you?”

The genuine look of shook on Javier’s face at your implied accusation made you regret your words immediately. Javier was the most faithful and loyal of the lot.

You hung your head in shame, “I’m sorry Javier, that was cruel. I know you’re not…I know you’d never.”

The damage was done, “I need some time on my own.”

You looked up with tears in your eyes, but Javier had already turned away and begun walking.

All the things you wanted to say, to tell him to fuck off, to tell him to grow up, to tell him how sorry you were and how much you loved them. You opened your mouth but nothing came out, the regret just swimming in your stomach causing nausea, bile climbing your throat.

So you’d stormed through the Shady Belle camp and into the house, straight to the room you and Javier shared, slamming the door behind you.

“Trouble in paradise?” You heard Micah shout as he started laughing, “Told me you should be with me and not that…”

“Shut the fuck up or I swear to god I will ram my fist down your fucking throat you!” You paused as you saw Abigail stare at you, Jack by his side. Oh…

You turned away from the window, slamming that closed too and pulled the curtains close.

For a few minutes you stood alone, agitated and unsure of what you were supposed to do now, what he expected of you. You pulled your arms round yourself into a tight hug and tried to fight back the tears, they came anyway whether you wanted them or not. Maybe Javier was right, you should have listened and not put the others in danger, yourself in danger. It was only now you realised how close you’d come to death.

The door flung open and Javier stormed in, his presence looming over you, a shadow cast across the wall.

“Don’t Javier, if you’re here to berate me, make me feel stupid, I already feel like shit.”

“Ay, ay ay,” Javier shook his head, “Don’t you get it? I’m not mad at you over the money, I couldn’t care less. They’ll be other stagecoaches. I’m mad because you nearly got yourself killed.”

You bit your lower lip, “It wasn’t that bad…” you whispered.

Javier put his head in his hands, “Wasn’t that bad huh? If…” he stopped, clearly pained as he thought about what had happened, “You know how close you were to getting a bullet through the head?”

You shook your head, actually…you weren’t sure. “If…if…that horse hadn’t of bucked when it did you would be dead do you hear me? You would be dead.”

Dead, the word pierced through the air.

“And I,” he patted his chest, “Would be all alone and forever I would carry that guilt, what could I have done to protect you.”

“I’m not your property or some creature you can just keep Javier, it’s my life.”

He gave a mirthless laugh, clearly exhausted from the day and tired of trying to make you understand, but right now this seemed impossible.

“Mi amor, that virus that struck you down, don’t you remember?”

“Of course, I remember, how could I forget, throwing up onto the floor and having to watch the girls clean it up. Pissing myself, coughing up blood, snotty nose. What an attractive beast I must have been.” Javier let out a small chuckle, “You were still beautiful.”

He took a step closer to you, “But that isn’t what I meant. What I meant was what the doctor said afterwards, when you’d mostly recovered?”

He looked at you as he reached for your shoulder, you shook your head. You didn’t remember what he said.

“That for some time, possibly six months the illness would still have an impact. You may feel dizzy very quickly, struggle to remember things, to focus…struggle with things like taking aim, your reflexes.”

Your heart sunk as the penny dropped, shit, the doctor had said that hadn’t he? Javier wasn’t trying to keep you back at camp because he thought you were incapable or better doing camp jobs, it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you or think you’d fuck things up. He was doing it because he knew it wasn’t safe for you to be participating in anything like that right now, he knew the very real danger and how easy it would be for you to get lost, confused or fail to react quickly when reacting quickly would be the only thing to stand between life and death.

You struggled to meet his gaze for a few moments, as his words sunk in, feeling foolish and ashamed you finally faced him. A sob erupted from your lips, “Oh Javier, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…I didn’t remember. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I should have listened to you.”

Stepping forwards you sobbed into his chest making it damp with your tears as Javier held you, the palm of his hand pressed against the small of your back.

“It’s okay, shhhh mi amor. It’s done now, it’s done and you’re still here as is Sean,” Javier attempted to reassure you, though you barely heard his words through the sound of your tears and heart pounding in your chest.

He tilted your chin up gently, his thumb gently brushing over your lower lip, “I know you didn’t mean what you said. I know you didn’t mean for that to happen.”

His dark brown eyes studied you, saw how you reacted to his words, whether you trusted in him, whether you believed in him. You did, no matter how hard it was, you believed because you had to.

“I love you, there is no one else for me. You know I respect you,” Javier begun but you reached up and placed a finger to his lips, “I know, it’s me who should be apologising and not you.”

Javier shook his head, “No, we both said things we didn’t mean, I over-reacted,” he paused, “A little anyway,” his lip curled into a small smile, his hand reached for your face, fingers tracing back across your scalp.

“Just promise me you’ll listen going forward if I say no there’s a reason, okay? Please trust me.”

“I will and I do, I do trust you.” Javier placed a kiss to your lips and held you against him for a few seconds.

As he held you he made the best suggestion you’d heard in a while, “Let’s stay in here for a bit before we go out to the others huh?”

#Javier Escuella #javier escuella x reader #reader insert #requests #writing #gn! reader #arguments #swearing #cw: illness

[mysicklove]

ppl literally have to think for .5 seconds about aging characters up. i mean u don’t have to agree but like grrrrrrrrrr. ppl r so annoying

#🔪 - mello talks too much #it’s bc my yuji drabble blew up #like #high key blew up #23k notes #so i have gotten multiple ppl be like ”he is a minor!” #ew #no #but for now i am just going to add ”aged up character” in the CW #but also ppl still wont listen #i will still do it LOL #i just can’t believe we r still having this argument #it doesn’t annoy me #but seeing some of my followers defend me #makes me mad #not at them #they just shouldn’t have to do t