#E spewing my bullshit

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Sometimes it be like that. Salmon my head into a wall.

#finals got me like #salmon-ing my head into a wall #oh to be a bear #bearotonin #bear #creature #E spewing my bullshit

[callmelola111]

maniac ♡ e.w. oneshot

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synopsis: lies are spewed and truths are revealed when a precarious friend group joins together once more on the 1 year anniversary of their estranged friends disappearance.

      | 𓆣 | pairing & wc: ellie williams x reader. wc: 4.4k

      | ❀ | cw: 18+ themes (MDNI), modern au, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns but other than that all descriptors are gender neutral, heavy violence blood and gore, oc deaths, drug use, homophobia (use of the word "dyke" once. i'm a lesbian so don't y'all try to cancel me), heavy language, mentions of reader having anxiety and panic attacks, lots of tension and fighting, ⭑ SMUT ⭑ ... thigh riding (r on e), dom!ellie, sub!reader, fingering (r receiving), pet names (baby, angel, etc.)

a/n: hi lovelies!! long time no see... i know this is a little different from my usual stuff but i honestly really love how it turned out. i spent a good chunk of time planning this out and then even longer writing it so i really hope y'all love it! i want this to be a fresh and exciting read for everyone. if you do end up enjoying the fic, any kind of note is greatly appreciated! ur fave tumblr writers thrive off all y'alls support! anyways, love love love you guys!!! ♡~ lola

To everyone else, it was a summer like any other. But when it came to you and your friends there was something missing this time– someone missing. This absence felt extra heavy as tomorrow would be the 1 year anniversary of August’s disappearance, and the annual camping trip was right on time with it. It had been tradition for as long as you could remember, but its memory was now tainted and left something that used to be so sure, completely up in the air…

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The five of you squeezed into the small 4 person booth at your favorite local diner; Tj’s Eats. In one seat sat Lottie and Reid. The girl’s loose, dark curls gathered at the boy's shoulders as she snuggled into him, still clearly in the honeymoon stage of their relationship. On the other side of the white marbled table sat Xavier and Ellie, with you perched on her lap, of course, as she insisted to everyone that it was “necessity” and “there really, really was no more room”. In all actuality, all it took was an extra chair to fit the five, but she was your girlfriend, and even after years of dating you still couldn’t get enough of each other. 

“Can someone just say what we’re all thinking, please! I can’t with this tension,” Lottie complained, finally snapping out of the cuddle fest with her red-headed boyfriend.

“What are we all thinking Lottie, huh? Since you know everything,” Xavier retaliated, guising his irritation with a poorly crafted remark. 

“Don’t be fucking mean,” she said, kicking him under the table.

“Yeah seriously chill out,” Reid echoed. 

“God, enough with this shit, you guys are driving me insane!” Ellie butted in. You, however, paid no mind to this type of bullshit, as fights like this had become a frequent occurrence in your group of friends ever since that godforsaken night. So you continued to down your chocolate shake and drown out the bickering with a light hum. That is, until you were rudely interrupted by Xavier’s insulting words.

“You’re being real fucking quiet over there, Y/n. Do you really have nothing to say? You can’t just tune us out forever. We’re your fucking friends.”

You felt your hands balled into tight fists, “Fine. You want me to say something? I’ll say something–my brother is still missing and if you’re even thinking of going on that stupid fucking trip this year, you can count me out.”

“Not going on that trip isn’t gonna magically bring him back. August is gone and we can’t stop living our lives because of it,” he retorted, going just a tad bit too far. This was the last straw and quickly sent you up and out of your warm place in Ellie’s lap. She grasped at your wrist trying to pull you back into this mess of a friend group, but to no avail. 

“Now look what you’ve fucking done!” Ellie yelled at your defense as you disappeared into the bathroom.

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Now face-to-face with your tear-stained cheeks in the mirror, your head fell down between your shoulders, slowly letting the pent up emotions roll off your back. Ever since you lost August, life had become 10 times harder. As much as your younger self would’ve hated to admit it, he was your rock–your annoying brother–but still, your rock. This confession made you feel even worse though, because deep down, there was a part of you that blamed yourself for how things happened. Maybe if you would’ve stopped fighting, or told the truth to the police, or took it easier on the booze and coke that night, August would still be here. There was nothing you could do now though. This was your reality and you had to accept it. 

With that you reached into the pocket of Ellie’s varsity jacket that engulfed your figure, hoping to find a tissue to blot away your tears and smeared mascara. Instead, you were met with a small polaroid. You flipped it over to reveal a bewildering picture of Xavier and August from the last night he was seen. Their arms were swung around each other’s necks, both flashing toothy smiles at the camera and you could recall being the one to take this photo. The one thing you didn’t remember is the black sharpie captioning the bottom of the image. It read “don’t believe his lies”. Your head began to race with countless questions and zero answers. The biggest one being, what the fuck was Xavier lying about?

The wet bathroom countertop dug into the palms of your hands as you took a second to decide the best course of action, but all you could come up with was shutting the fuck up and pretending it never happened. You weren’t ready to relive last year all over again. Not yet–not ever. So you paraded back into the dining room, eyes still damp and hands still shaking. Ellie felt your energy immediately and knew it was time to go.

She glanced at you for confirmation and then turned to address the group, “I think it’s time for me and Y/N to head out. Sorry guys.” Xavier shot a look of discontent and Ellie mouthed something along the lines of “I’m sorry, I’ll talk to her I promise”, which seemed to slightly ease the tension he was previously carrying in his shoulders. She then slid out from the booth, slipped her left hand into the pocket of your denim shorts, and ushered you outside to her red convertible.

The drive back was silent but as Ellie’s hand gently stroked the flesh of your thighs and the other steered you knew there was no way she could have anything to do with that polaroid. But you had to find out who did. Just as you were nearing your house though, Ellie’s gentle touch quickly shifted to a handsier approach and it was clear she had other plans for the night. 

“Els?” is all you had to say before she quickly pulled over and jumped to the backseat, pulling you along with her. She positioned herself in the middle seat opening up her legs in a dominating stance resembling a manspread. You eagerly climbed atop her lap, placing soft kisses up her veiny neck and extending them to her defining jawline. This was just what you needed to release the tension that had racked up from tonight's events. The moon was hitting your face just right and Ellie felt so lucky to have you in that moment.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful” she murmured, slightly breathless from the overwhelming touch of your lips. You smiled against the crook of her neck and dove into the girl's mouth for a deep and passionate kiss. She returned the exchange with even more fire, graciously slipping her tongue into your entrance. With each second things got messier and your hips got looser, slowly grinding into Ellie’s denim clad thighs. She couldn’t help but chuckle just a little at your desperation, to which you buried your head back into her shoulder, encasing her in your arms for better traction. Ellie’s hands swiftly found the curves of your hips and rocked them back forth to aid you in your journey towards climax. That is until your anxiety got the best of you at the sound of rustling coming from outside the car.

“Ellie?”

“What does it not feel good?” she questioned.

“No, no– It’s just… I swear I just heard something coming from behind the car.”

“I mean… we are parked by the woods. It’s probably just some animal or the wind.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes babe, I’m sure.” she assured you with a firm squeeze to your thigh and you let your worries go. This time Ellie was on top, laying you down across the seats to hover over you alluringly. Your lips found hers once again as she slipped a hand down your shorts and past your panties to meet the slick that had been piling up the whole drive. You let out a strangled moan into Ellie’s mouth as her rough digits met the throbbing bud of nerves. She took that as a sign to speed up the pace and slip in a curved finger to hit that perfect spot. You jerked in pleasure, eyes closed, almost reaching your climax from just those few movements. Ellie felt as your walls tightened around her and knew you were close.

“Look at me baby. I wanna see your eye’s when you cum all over my fingers.” she cooed. You obeyed and parted your lids open to reveal a disturbing image followed by a frightened scream escaping your puffy lips. Ellie jumped back at the clearly non-orgasmic exclamation, letting out a string of concerned “what? What??”’s. All you could do is point your shaky hand towards the message written in the condensation of the back windshield. 

“I know about last summer…” Ellie read out, voice as shaky as your extremities. Both of your fight or flight responses were triggered; you choosing flight and her of course choosing fight. The door to the cherry red car flung open and Ellie climbed over and out of her seat to trail the perimeter. You cowered down, eye’s filled with tears as Ellie recklessly yelled out to whoever wrote the message.

“Hello? Anybody out there?”, she kicked at the rocks in frustration, “Seriously who the fuck are you? This isnt fucking funny!”

“Ellie, will you please just get back in the car? They’re gone!” you pleaded. She eventually returned from her fit and came to console you. You were a mess and you were scared. 

“Hey, hey, it’s probably some prank. Let’s just take a breath, babe. In and out. Nice and slow.” she coached and you followed.

“But- what if it’s not though… what if this isn’t the first time something like this has happened…”

“Wha-what do you mean?” she asked.

You pulled out the polaroid and handed it to Ellie, “I- I found this in your jacket.”

“Y/n I swear I didn't put that there. I have no idea where it came from. Please, please believe me.”

“I do, I do. But that means someone else put it there, and they probably wrote that message too.”

Her head fell into her hands as she let out a sigh, “Fuck. We’re so fucked.”

“So what do we do?” 

“We go on that camping trip and keep our mouths shut till we know more.” 

“Seriously? What is camping gonna help? I already said I’m not going!” you yelled.

“Like hell you are! You’re insane if you think staying in the same town with the psycho freak who's borderline blackmailing us is gonna solve shit! If we’re in the woods they can’t get to us.” Ellie argued, face turning red with insistence.

“Fuck. I guess you’re kinda right. I’ll go.”

“Thank you.”

“Will you sleep over tonight though? I’m scared Els. I don’t even wanna think about being alone after tonight.”

She gave you a kiss on the forehead, “Of course I’ll stay the night. We’re in this together, okay?”

“Okay.”

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The next morning Reid came barreling over in his beat up white van. He haphazardly whipped into the driveway of your two story home that looked straight out of suburbia. Ellie stood at the top of the concrete hill holding your pink duffle and her navy blue one on the dip of her shoulder. Xavier swung open the sliding door and the both of you climbed in as you were practically slapped in the face with the smell of old bong water and way too many Little Trees air fresheners that somehow made the smell worse.

“Fuckk Reid, you’ve gotta get rid of this kidnapper van.” Ellie remarked, holding her nose and pretending to gag a couple times.

“Fuck off Ellie, you should be thanking me for driving you bums around.”

She just rolled her eyes, “Righttt… Right…” 

The van quickly took to the road again, heading straight for the forest where it all happened just 1 year ago.

“It’s too quiet in here. Can we please put on some music?” Lottie asked about 30 minutes into the drive. 

“Yeah sure. I have a few tapes in the console right there if you wanna put one in.” Reid gestured to the compartment on the passenger side and Lottie reached in, pulling out the first tape she could find. It was in a small plastic case with no writing or cover to indicate what it was, but it sparked an intrigue, so she popped it into the car's sound system anyways. To Lottie and everyone else’s surprise, music didn’t start playing. All that came through the speakers was a muffled recording of two voices arguing. 

“Shut the fuck up August you’re just jealous!”

“You’re gonna regret this Reid.”

“Are you threatening me right now?”

“You’re the one who-”

Before the tape could finish Reid ripped it out of the player, slamming it into the dashboard and destroying the possible evidence.

“How the fuck did you get this Lottie?! Where’d you find this, seriously?” he screamed as his frantic girlfriend tried to explain.

“It was just in the console I swear!”

“Don’t fucking lie to me! I’ve never seen that tape, let alone put it in my car!”

Tears welled in her eyes, “I’m not lying Reid!”

The bickering continued as you, Ellie, and Xavier sat in the back, jaws dropped in utter shock. You felt yourself shutting down at this new found information. Did Reid have something to do with August disappearing? What were they even fighting about? Suddenly breathing felt impossible and the world went silent as panic set it. You only snapped back to Earth when you heard the sound of Ellie screaming.

“FUCK REID LOOK OUT!” It was too late though and the thud of a full size deer flipping over the hood is what finally shut everyone up. 

“Oh my god…” you shuddered at the smear of thick crimson blood across the dirty windshield. It didn’t matter if it was an animal, Reid had just taken a life and you were basically an accomplice. Your heart broke and the pit of your stomach swirled with sickness thinking of the likely decapitated body splattered just behind the van. Ellie wrapped you in her arms, as if to shield you from the horror of not only the poor deer, but the realization that any one of your friends could be the reason your brother was missing. 

Xavier finally broke the jarring lull in speech, “I- I think we should take a pit stop.”

“Yeah…” Ellie agreed.

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A few miles down the road was a small gas station where Reid pulled over for everyone to recollect themselves. Lottie scrubbed mindlessly at the deer carnage with the murky gas station water and squeegee she found beside the gas pump. Xavier paced in the parking lot like he was off one but it was the pure anxiety and adrenaline that had him tweaking so much. Reid on the other hand was still stuck at the wheel, slouching in the driver's seat, and not making a single move since he put the van into park. Even his deep green eyes remained motionless, they seemed to be locked onto absolutely nothing, just staring into the void. Everyone was a fucking mess. The only people who seemed to be somewhat on this planet still were you and Ellie.

“I think I might gouge my eye’s out if I don’t eat some Swedish Fish and drink a Yerb as soon as possible.” you professed, walking inside the little convenience store with a ring of a bell.

“I think I need a fucking cigarette.” Ellie said in a joking tone, but candidly, these past few days had her seriously considering picking the old habit back up.

“I think everybody does. I’m tired of shit like this happening and then everyone shoving it under the rug cause we’re all still ashamed about last year. I mean, I know I am, but we have to talk about it eventually.”

“You’re right, but even if we did, what is there to say? We were all so fucked up the whole night’s just a blurry mess. Like, did you see Reid's face when that tape came on? It looked like he was hearing the conversation for the first time just like the rest of us.”

“This sucks Ellie” you groaned as you opened up the glass door to retrieve your drink. Ellie approached from behind, slithering her hands from your sides to your naval and giving you a squeeze. 

She planted a soft kiss to the top of your head, “This does suck, but I love you and we’re gonna be alright. You gonna be okay for the rest of the drive?” She flipped you around to face her and you gave an assuring nod in response. Ellie always knew just what to say to ease that panicky feeling that was constantly bubbling up in your chest. The girl then took your hand and led you to the counter where a gruff looking cashier checked you out. He slowly scanned each item at an agonizing pace; Hot fries, Swedish Fish, a Yerba Mate, Chex Mix, and a Fanta Orange. 

“Total is $13.78” he mumbled as Ellie swiped her card and you gathered up the snacks. The clerk's eyes seemed to get meaner and meaner each second you waited for your receipt– until he finally cracked. “You know you’re going to hell for what you did.” 

Ellie backed away, “Excuse me?” Had he overheard something? Did he know about August? Who the fuck was this guy?

“I don’t need any dykes shoving their sins all in my face in my own damn store!” he grunted. Oh, he’s just homophobic. Right. That was y’alls que to get back on the road and out of the middle of nowhere immediately.

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After an excruciatingly mute hour stuck in the “kidnapper van” you finally arrived at the forest where you’d be spending the night. The silence looked to have eased some of the tension though as conversation grew a little more lax around the campfire. 

“Yo Lottie do you have the bud? We should roll up.” Xavier suggested. You nodded fervently in agreement, a joint was exactly what you needed. Lottie seemed to have made up with Reid as she was hanging all over him not hearing a word Xavier said.

With a few calls of her name she finally looked up, “Huh?”

“The weed Lottie.” Ellie said.

“Yeah it’s in a little pouch in my tent if someone wants to grab it.” Xavier got up from his spot on a mossy log and ventured into the purple tent hitched by a tree. In just 30 seconds flat he came storming back out, face completely red and a beaded bracelet dangling from his right fist. 

“What the fuck is this Lottie!? How do you have this?” 

She pulled back from her steamy kiss with Reid to answer, “Oh my god what Xavier? You’re being sooo goddamn annoying today.”

“Could you maybe stop grinding on your boyfriend for 5 fucking seconds and look at what I found in your bag?!” he yelled back. After a closer look the small beads began to look eerily familiar. This wasn’t just any bracelet, this was August’s bracelet. The one he had on the last night he was seen, and all of the sudden Lottie’s loud mouth seemed to shut right up.

“I- I- Xavier believe me I didn’t put that there.”

His voice broke with pain and fury, “Oh really?? Then who did ‘Miss innocent’?”

“I don’t fucking know but it wasn’t me!”

“Fuck you!” he screamed, dashing off into the dark woods. Everyone tried to yell at him to come back but it was no use. He was too angry to listen to anyone but himself.

That being said, hypervigilant Reid stood up to follow, “I’m gonna go find him guys. He shouldn’t be out there alone. Not after…” His voice trailed off but everyone knew exactly what he was alluding to.

“I really didn’t put that there you know” Lottie said.

You and Ellie shared a glance, “We know.”

A puzzled look spread across her face, “what do you mean you know?”

“We think someone’s orchestrating all this,” Ellie said.

“Like blackmail?”

You nodded, “exactly like blackmail. It’s happened to me and Ellie too. Once with a lost polaroid photo and another time with a message written on her car.” You then pulled out the photo to show to Lottie.

She read it aloud, “Don’t believe his lies? Like… Xavier?” Ellie twiddled with her fingers, looking down at the dirt before saying what you and Lottie were both thinking.

“I mean, I don’t want to point fingers because this is a fucked up situation, but how have we all been framed except him?”

Lottie smoothed back the sweaty bangs stuck to her temples, “Fuckkkk. He probably had the bracelet from the start too, he seemed sooo damn eager to go dig through my shit.” 

“So, what do we do?” you asked.

Xavier suddenly appeared out of thin air, “What do we do about what?” Lottie practically jumped out of her spot.

“Fuck Xavier you scared me. Wait… Wh- where’s Reid?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, he left to look for you.”

“I never saw him.”

Lottie began to scream and call for her missing boyfriend and without a second thought went straight for the forest like an idiot.

“Lottie fuck come back!” Ellie yelled out. It wasn’t long before she was running right back to you though. A blood curdling scream dampening any sounds of nature and sending a parade of chills up everyone’s backs.

“IT’S REID Y/N! IT’S REID! HE- HE- HE’S DEAD!” Lottie collapsed into your arms dry heaving from the overwhelming amount of tears, pain, and betrayal. “IT WAS YOU! IT WAS FUCKING YOU XAVIER!” You and Ellie worked to hold her back as he denied every claim.

“Lottie you’re acting fucking crazy! I didn’t do shit!”

“Even if you didn’t, you're not helping! But to me, it looks like you have guilty written all over you!” Ellie spat back.

“Fuck you guys! This isn’t fucking funny! I didn’t do it! Please, is this some kind of-” His words were cut short along with his head by the swing of a large machete right through his neck, sending a spray of fresh blood into the air and across your face. It took a solid 15 seconds before any of you could even let out a scream, but when you did, it was pure terror.  

“RUN! JUST RUN!” you yelled. Ellie grabbed your wrist in one hand and Lottie’s in the other, sprinting away with little discretion. A hooded figure trailed close behind, dirt and rocks flying into the air upon each kick of their sneakers. Air caught in your lungs with no release, all you could do was put one foot in front of the other which was a struggle in itself.

Lottie got brave though and took one single look behind her following immediate regret. A rock caught her pink converse just right, throwing her across the dirty ground and setting her feet back from the rest. And as this hooded figure caught up, the moon casting its light through the trees and across his face, it all began to make sense.

Lottie struggled backwards through the dirt with a scream, “IT’S AUGUST! IT’S FUCKING AUGUST!” Ellie halted in an attempt to pull the fallen girl back up and running but she was frozen in disbelief, in horror, in complete and utter fear. There was no choice but to leave her there and as the both of you turned to run, all you needed to hear was her earth shattering shriek to know exactly what happened.

Tears streamed down your face, “Els, Ellie I- I can’t.”

“Yes you can. Just keep running baby please.” And you did for another couple feet until fate had other plans. A hunting trap violently swept you up into a tree, encasing you in a thick net. 

“ELLIE HELP!” you screamed. She pulled and pulled at the rope creating lacerations across her palms and fingers but to no avail. 

“Do you trust me Y/n?” 

Through tears and strings of snot you shook your head, “Yes Ellie, I trust you.” Your girlfriend then took off, leaving you dangling in the air with no protection. It was just you and August now. And with a single swipe of his weapon you tumbled to the ground, twisting your ankle at the fall.

He gave a sinister smile, “hello sister.” You scrambled in the opposite direction, hands grasping at the soil below but never getting far with your limp foot. 

“August please. You don’t have to do this. It’s me! It’s Y/n!”

“STOP IT! You’re not gonna change my mind about this. I’ve waited long enough!” Your heart beats from your chest. What the fuck were you going to do to survive this?

“We’re fucking family August! I’m your sister. You’re my little brother!”

“‘Family’, ‘little brother’,” he mocked, “you haven’t changed a bit.”

“Wha- what do you mean?”

“I’m not living in your shadow anymore Y/n. I’m done being the sidekick to you and all of your stupid friends!”

“They’re your friends too!”

He began inching closer and closer, “No they fucking aren’t! Friends don’t do what you guys did to me. Lying to the police, seriously? Acting like you had no idea what happened? I disappeared and none of you even gave a fuck till the cops started asking questions!”

“That’s not true August,” you broke down into tears once more, “I missed you every fucking day!”

“Clearly not enough.” He slowly lifted his arms, gripping the bloody machete with both hands. There was no escaping at this point. You just clenched your eye’s shut and braced for the end. 

“NOOO!” The sound of a gunshot rang through your ears and instead of the feeling of cold metal slicing through you, you were met with the warm embrace of your girlfriend. You broke.

“Ellie. Oh my god Ellie.”

“I’m right here baby. Never leaving. I promise.” She just held you and held you, rocking back and forth till your breaths got less shaky.

“H-How?”

“A cabin. I found an empty cabin with a shotgun hanging right on the wall.”

“God, I love you.” Ellie smoothed back your hair and gave you a kiss.

“I love you too, angel.” 

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After that night things were never the same. It was just you and Ellie now. But together you would heal. Somehow, despite all the pain and loss, there was a glimmer of hope. Deep down you both knew things would be okay. And they were.

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“ bust your windows ” || cheater!headcannons

                       “ you should feel lucky that that's all I did. ”

synopsis: this fool underestimated just how little you tolerated cheaters.

pairing: various x gn!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI. light violence, cheating, diff ways reader deals with it, mentions of blowjobs, mentions of a foursome, and i think that’s it. feel free to lemme know if i missed anything! ッ

notes: @bagels-yummm this one’s for YOU. after reading their post about reader never showing that R A G E when it came to being cheated on, i couldn’t agree more. even tho my recent story involving that very premise didn’t have that sweet revenge plot, i am here to contribute! hope you enjoy ♡

BUST HIM UP: PHYSICALLY 

For those who want to really let him have it, you’d confront his cheating ass the moment you found out. Right as he was having a cute little lunch with his side piece, you came barreling through the door with a sardonic grin spread across your face; the instant horror on his brought you great satisfaction. 

“‘At the gym’, huh? Didn’t know the gym sold fucking croissants!”

He abruptly stood, spluttering, already trying to do damage control. But you were a raging hurricane, and he was a shitty apartment that didn’t have the correct insurance. Before he even got the chance to spew some bullshit excuse, he’s met with scorching hot reality hitting him square in the face. Not only did you throw his drink on him, but his little date’s as well, and both were still fresh. He screamed bloody murder, hands trembling as he held his boiling skin. It wasn’t hot enough to actually melt it off, unfortunately, but his sounds of agony sufficed. 

Everyone in the cafe merely watched with mixed reaction, some enthralled whilst others felt the authorities should be called. You couldn’t care less, too busy chucking the napkin holders and decorative potted-plants at him now that he was immobilized. 

“Yeah, yeah, you piece of shit! You like that? How that karma feel, huh? Wanna fuck other bitches, hm?”

By now, he was curled up on the ground. His side piece had long vanished, not wanting to stick around knowing your wrath would be directed at them next. After publicly humiliating him, you caught your breath and gazed down at his cowering figure with pure distain. He groggily begged for forgiveness, claiming it you had it all wrong, but you weren’t born yesterday. You scoffed incredulously—Did he think you were stupid? As if you didn’t have receipts.

The photos, the messages, the fact he was dumb enough to let them use the Netflix account YOU paid for. And now, he wanted to insult your intelligence? Please.

Without hesitation, you spat on him. 

Was it necessary? Probably not. But neither was cheating on someone you claimed to love more than anything, and clearly didn’t mean it. You were gonna have to carry that hurt for the rest of your life; he should be grateful you didn’t do more.

“Don’t bother coming back for your stuff. I already burned it all.” 

SHINICHIRO, takemichi, chifuyu, kazutora, OIKAWA, kyotani, tanaka, kageyama, kenma, HAWKS, mirio, denki, SHINSOU, deku, twice, [insert anyone else who would fit].

BUST HIM UP: MENTALLY 

For those who want to play the long game, you’d act none the wiser to his infidelity. It stung like nothing you’ve ever experienced before when you caught him in bed with some whore, and it took every ounce of your willpower not to set it on fire with them still in it. Because, deep down, you knew men like him only learned the hard way.

And you planned on making him suffer. 

You started by acting real sweet with him. Months of you cooking him full course meals, giving him unprompted blowjobs, massaging his aching muscles after a long day, the whole nine yards. He thought he died and went to heaven, so much so that he saw his little plaything less often now that his lovely s/o started pampering him. Man’s was so confident that he was getting away with it, he got sloppy; let his guard down.

“Honey, can I use your phone real quick? I need to look up a recipe, but I think I left mine in the car.” You asked, fluttering your lashes with cute pout on your face. He didn’t think twice, especially not when you looked at him so sweetly. But once he turned his back, your burning gaze was filled with anything but.

The doorbell rang later that evening, and you were nearly done with dinner. He raised a brow, gaze lingering on the door—Neither of you were expecting anybody, to his knowledge. As you were chopping up the last of the vegetables, you venomously called out to your boyfriend, “Answer it.”

His lips pursed at your tone, but chose to ignore it. Doing as instructed, he lazily made his way to the door. At first, he figured it was just a neighbor, but when he checked the peephole...his blood ran cold. Practically ripping the door off its hinges he hurriedly came outside and shut it right behind him, back pressed against it as he stared bewilderedly at his side piece standing before him. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He lowly hissed, harshly grabbing their upper arm in mild panic. “I told you to never come around here again, are you out of your goddamn mind?” 

The person blinked, startled but also confused. “What are you talking about? You were the one who begged me to come over. Said you dumped that nagging bitch and finally kicked them to the curb.” 

“What? I never—” he paused. Then, realization hit him like a bus. But, before the dread could even build in his stomach, the door opened behind him. A cold chill ran up his spine. 

“Oh, great! You made it just in time for dinner. My name’s [_______], the nagging bitch. So nice to finally meet you.”

RAN, RINDOU, baji, hanma, wakasa, mikey, kokonoi, izana, smiley, IWAIZUMI, mattsun, atsumu, suna, bakugou, sero, dabi, [insert anyone else who would fit].

BUST HIM UP: EMOTIONALLY

For those who want to twist the knife, you did the one thing you knew would fuck him up HEAVY. And that was to trample on his already fragile ego. 

He was very possessive, never took kindly to those with wandering eyes whenever it came to you. Always worried someone better would take you away from him, and it got worse when it came to his friends. You reassured him numerous times that it would never happen, promising that he was more than enough for you. 

Sadly, the sentiment wasn’t mutual. 

He tried to hide it from you, but eventually the guilt became unbearable. And so he came clean. This man sobbed. Cried full on ugly tears and blubbered nonsense as you fought to keep your own composure. You felt sick. After everything you did for him—Boosted his confidence, made him feel special, and where did that leave you? Broken-hearted, with grown man tears staining your good sweater.

Nothing he said was going to ease this kind of pain, and he knew that. So when you walked away, he figured that would be the last he saw of you. But, that was far from the truth.

When you showed up to his apartment unannounced a few days later, he was shocked. He already looked like complete shit, and judging based on your expression, you thought so, too. He wanted to question why you were here, but before he could get a word out, your lips roughly claimed his own as you held him by the nape. He wasn’t prepared for the clash of teeth and tongue, soft whines leaving him as you pushed him inside and toward the bedroom, distracting him from the impending shadows that trailed in behind you. 

The next thing he knew, he was tied to his bed, looking about ready to succumb to the best hate-sex of his life. However, what he didn’t expect to see were a few of his closest friends entering the room. There’s an unspoken tension that develops, alarms sounding off in his head as the last one shuts the door and locks it. What were they doing here? Why were they looking at you like that? Those same alarms only grew louder as they each wordlessly stripped off their clothes, with you soon following suit. Starting to struggle against his restraints, his heart began to pound against his chest; he didn’t consent to a foursome. 

He immediately made that known, but you merely chuckled. The sound made his stomach turn in the worst way. When he went to demand explanation, you shoved your underwear in his mouth. Despite his better judgement, homie couldn’t help how hard he got from the situation, letting out a weak moan as your hand gripped his jaw and squeezed.

You leaned over his vulnerable form, grin sharp as you glowered down at him while he struggled against the tight knots. He saw a glint in your eye that held anything but good intent—And with your next few words, he couldn’t have been more correct. 

“They’re going to fuck me. And you’re going to watch.” 

ANGRY, draken, mitsuya, sanzu, KAKUCHO, tendo, kuroo, BOKUTO, akaashi, osamu, hinata, NISHINOYA, sugawara, todoroki, kirishima, TAMAKI, shigaraki, [insert anyone else who would fit]. 

© 2022-2023 anisespice ッ all rights reserved. likes, comments & reblogs much appreciated!

#🍁wasabi #tokyorev #tokyorev scenarios #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo revengers #hq #haikyuu #hq scenarios #hq headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #mha #mha scenarios #mha headcanons

[allwaswell16]

One Direction fics with similar vibes to the fic Beautiful War by itsmotivatingcara which is also listed below and as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

Beautiful War by @itsmotivatingcara (M, 103k)

Five years ago, Louis was nearly the next victim in a string of murders plaguing Portland, Oregon. He managed to escape and the Angel Killer was apprehended and sent to prison. Now, Louis' a best-selling author that assists state police with minor cases. He still suffers from the events of the days he'd been held hostage, but he's found ways to cope.

That is, until the killings start up again. A body was found in the woods. A body that bared the same signature the media had dubbed: The Angel of Death.

Special Agent Harry Styles leads the case, and he doesn't buy into the clairvoyant bullshit that Louis spewed to save face five years ago. He's certain that Louis Tomlinson was involved.

Until they meet, and they're both left questioning everything they'd thought to be true.

Or An FBI-Clairvoyant AU

—Harry/Louis—

☽ If these walls could talk by louislittlesuns

(M, 94k, murder mystery) Harry and inspector Tomlinson get caught in a frantic race against time to solve the murder and stop rumours from spreading.

☽ Black with Autumn Rain by whimsicule

(T, 93k, magical realism) Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren't exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.

☽ technicolor by @creamcoffeelou

(E, 81k, serial murders) The slow-burn, hate-to-love, crime au where Harry is a psychic, Louis is a detective, and the world is against them.

☽ Baby, I think we might be too cold to float by @forreveries

(M, 81k, murder mystery) Harry is a journalist that goes to Lake Tekapo, New Zealand, to look into a girl’s disappearance after a year of no movement from police. 

☽Derail the Mind of Me by pleasinglouis / @pleasing-louis

(E, 77k, Criminal Minds au) The Behavioral Analysis Unit gets called in to help a small town police department find the killer leaving behind a string of victims with a particularly jarring signature. 

☽ knives don't have your back by @turnyourankle

(M, 51k, uni au) The lone survivor of an on campus massacre that claimed the lives of his four housemates, Harry is urged to take a sabbatical or transfer. Instead, he chooses to stay in school, move into the dorms, and overcome his fears.

☽ Close to Nowhere by angelichl / @loveletterharry

(E, 34k, paranormal investigators) Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.

☽ once upon a dream by thedeathchamber / @louehvolution

(E, 33k, Medium/Criminal Minds au) Louis is psychic and gets caught in the middle of a murder investigation led by FBI Special Agent Harry Styles.

☽ Red Sun Rises (Like an Early Warning) by JessHallvol6

(E, 32k, psychic Harry) Kingsbrew Hill has a lot of things. An old record shop, a library, and plenty of rain. It also has three unsolved missing persons cases.

☽ Etched in Salt (is a cathedral of the world) by @helloamhere

(E, 24k, crime solving) Louis asks for very few things in life, and they are: to solve cases, to keep bad people from doing their bad things, to get good coffee, to go home to a spacious apartment with nobody else in it, and to manage his stupid telempathy powers with minimal interference.

☽ my solitude ain't the same no more by cinemayougot

(M, 10k, historical) Louis is a traveling homicide detective who goes to the small town of Holmes Chapel to investigate the murder of a young woman.

—Rare Pairs—

☽ Be Still by thisonegoes

(E, 150k, Zayn/Harry) Detective Zayn AU.

☽ your crimes are quiet, my love by lightswoodmagic / @lightwoodsmagic

(E, 97k, Zayn/Liam) A darker Miss Congeniality AU that follows Zayn and Liam, MI5 agents, partners since training and best friends, as they race to stop a serial killer.

#ficrec #trackinghome #trackinghappily #1dficvillage #tracksintheam #1dsource

[bdudette]

STRANGER THINGS BOYS WITH AN AFFECTIONATE LOVER !

Characters Included : E. Munson, B. Hargrove, S. Harrington

Warnings: Mentions of Neglect, Slight Cursing, Mentions of Bullying.

Authors Note: I was feeling so motivated to write some soft stranger boys — ugh, love them. This is rather long btw.

✫ EDDIE MUNSON

He loves hugging you so much, he is basically as affectionate as you.

Oh my goodness, how did he get so freaking lucky !? Eddie was sure most of the town hated his guts and club, especially the ladies in his place.

He never really had any romantic relationships. Not even when he was a little brat .. well — he didn’t count his week old girlfriend to be much of a romantic relationship at all. They never even held hands because the girl didn’t want to be seen with him. Well — no chick from Hawkins wanted to be close to him — especially the older he got. Most likely because of his dnd group, band and himself in general. They said that he was too lame be with — and could ruin their reputation if they were even seen with him.

But then, there you came in. The man thought you were gonna react towards him like every single gal he met when the Teacher put you as his partner for a Project — but he was so wrong. Eddie instantly fell in love with you as soon as you spoke to him with that warm voice of yours, with genuinely kind words. Looking at him with those gentle and understanding eyes.

And so — you both became friends by Eddie instantly going in for it and asking you to be his friend, of course you accepted his friendship despite the knowledge of who Eddie was and what he did. You are so lovely, so kind, so smiley, so outspoken — so, so — beautiful.

Of course, it wasn’t long after that he asked you out. For some reason — and with great luck for him — You said yes to dating him !? Big shocker to him, I know.

When you guys started dating — it was a little awkward since the poor guy didn’t exactly have experience with relationships. But Eddie quickly found out that you were a very affectionate type of lover and weren’t afraid to shower him with love. Phew.

You loved to be close to him, hold his hand, snuggle up to his chest, kiss his everything — chest, shoulders, head, arms. You spewed word of likeness towards him and later your love for him. You enjoyed seeing him stutter and flush up with embarrassment as well as happiness when you praised him, complimented him, and shamelessly loved him.

And what did he think about that ? Of course he loved this so much ! He soon started to shower you with so much affection once he got used to all the touchy smoochy stuff. He was so touch starved — after all, he lived with his uncle and the only physical love he could get from him was quick hugs and pats, not that he is complaining of course.

Overall, Eddie Munson enjoyed giving out the same vibe as you. The same amount of affection to you. And he will flip off anyone who so much as calls you clingy and shit because there’s no problem with you giving him so much love like this. They are just jealous.

✫ BILLY HARGROVE

He is so not used to this.

In all his life, billy never really knew what affection was like. Well, once upon a time in his life he did … until his mother left him in the hands of his father, then all he knew was pain and anger. After that, any type of affection he knew and got was — well, nothing actually. He just got violence and sexual intercourse with no strings attached.

So when you came with all the happy dabby bullshit of affection — he avoided you. Glared at you, scoffed at you, even insulted you a few times — and maybe it was because he was jealous with how easy going you were, or at how easy it was for you to smile genuinely and even show affection towards your friends like it was easy — but he didn’t like you at all at first.

Not until you came up at him and confronted him after a jab he gave at you towards your friends — though your voice was kind of shaky and eyes trembled at the action of confronting him. He clicked his tongue at you and ignored you after that. He doesn’t know why he was so … jealous of you — jealous of your friends. He really doesn’t. And that pissed him off so badly.

But then, the truth became exposed to him. He liked you. Like — actually romantically likes you. And at first he avoided you despite having some classes together. Observed you from afar to watch your smiles and laughters — though, it got his jealousy going up. He didn’t really do much but push you away, afraid of his own feelings for you. But that didn’t last long. Especially with how determined you were despite not being the confrontational type. Instead, you befriended him — somehow, someway. And being friends with him was never bad. You got closer to him, gave him space when he needed it, never took advantage of his vulnerability and comforted him when he started letting you to.

You being his emotional, loving support was basically you signing to be with him forever. Billy was fucked up in the head if he ever thought he’d let go of you. He didn’t. And it took quite a bit for you guys to even get together. In fact, it took a whole semester and summer for Billy to ask you to go out with him. He just wanted to be sure you were really in it for him and he wanted assure you that he was slowly changing for you — he never told you that though.

And now, you guys are together. And sure, Billy was still quite rough around the edges. Always backing you up, helping you, protecting you from everything and everyone in this cruel world and shitty town. You helped him get rid of his abuser, or his father — not in that evilish kind of way, though you won’t say you’ve never thought of doing it with how long he’d abused Billy.

The thing that still had Billy shifting on his feet was how affectionate you were. How loving and appreciative of his you are. Billy has never been in this type of relationship before — never been in one really since it was all just booty calls and shit. But with you — it’s serious. And you showed it to him. You loved him. You caressed his face with your hands and whispered to him your devotion and love. It was all so uncomfortable for him at first but he slowly got used to it — not really but still.

Honestly, Billy thought you wanted to fuck the first time you hugged him, cuddled him — kissed him so tenderly that it hurt his heart from how much it was pounding. But you showed him that you didn’t. You started to show him intimate love that didn’t have sex in it. You — you cried honestly — you cried a little when he pressed his face against your neck so quietly, melting in your arms as his body language showed that he felt safe. To see him feel like this after a while of getting to know each other, knowing of his past, knowing what he went through — you were just happy that he was happy.

He wasn’t used to affection. But with you, he was sure to get used to it. And love it. Because it’s you who was giving it to him.

✫ STEVE HARRINGTON

[this one came out a little bad ngl, sorry ‘bout that]

He is so sure his heart is gonna jump out.

Seriously, this guy had always been known to be a player, the ‘prince’ of school, the dude with amazing hair. But as time went by — that was taken from him in some way and shape. From getting his popularity stolen to his girl leaving him ? At least he still had his good hair and was still charming. Though, in all honesty, he’s gotta say that having those things taken from him was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to him — despite the whole ‘ other-world -trying-to-kill-our-world ‘ thing going one.

He grew closer to a bunch of little brats that tease him and call him ‘ the mom ‘ of the weird little group. He was able to keep everyone safe and in check while simultaneously keeping the world safe. And the best thing of all — he met you. You. He remembers the first time he met you. You were as beautiful as you are today when he first met you in that store. When he turned around to greet you as he would with any upcoming customer and instead choking up on his words when he saw your smile. He just — it was honestly love at first sight.

You were, and still are, amazing. So kind with your words and considerations. You just — he can’t really explain everything with words, he doesn’t even have the words to describe you. You are seriously just that amazing and he is just as whipped.

Y’all’s first meeting was okay — he had stumbled on his words as he tried to speak to you and try to ask you out while Robin stayed in the back … laughing at his cringy misery. I honestly believe that Steve would be the only one who doesn’t friend you first — he’d automatically ask you out on a date — although in a clumsy way. Sooner — rather than later — you both hit it off. You hit it off so well that it didn’t take that long for you to warm up and show him pure affection. From the words that left your lips to the hugs that held him like the world would end that day.

Everything about you had always, and still does, take Steve’s breath away.

#eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #headcanons

[tactfulsaboteur]

hey i don't really like to e-beg but i am literally out of options so i'm starting a gofundme to escape an abusive situation. my job is making me work and it's really not the vibe i'm going for so now's your chance to put your money where your mouth is and make a positive difference. i've decided to follow my passion and be a commie online full time so if this gofundme covers my living expenses i will shill for the most retarded political takes nonstop i will even take requests so if you've been trying to get your queer housing theory off the ground but it just doesn't seem to take now's the time. i am not proud. i have been saying dogshit pants-on-head stupid stuff on the internet for the past at least several years so you can rest assured i will put my entire chest into whatever idiotic bullshit my patrons pay me to spew. don't delay donate today

[good-sapphicrwbyaus]

I usually write these kind of posts on my personal R/WBY account, but considering the topic I’m about to discuss it makes more sense if I do it here. Trigger warnings for transph*bia, TERF rhetoric and the s3xualization of minors underneath the cut.

So for those that don’t know, a well-known creator within the F/DMN known as y8ay8a has been shown to support TERF ideology via her Twitter follows & likes and she follows the Twitter account of “Gays Against Groomers” scumbags who spew a bunch of hateful/harmful rhetoric against the trans community.

I’m not going to bother arguing why this is obviously a bunch of bullshit to be subscribing to, especially since it seems y8ay8a’s been doubling down {at least on Twitter}. She’s “addressed” things on her Tumblr blog and I use that loosely because she didn’t actually address anything at all. So let me make it perfectly clear to y8ay8a, her fans and the rest of the F/NDM…

Regardless of what she says, she is transphobic, she doesn’t support the trans community and she is a TERF.

One cannot say that they support trans people {or as she put it “adults” I see what you’re trying to imply there, you piece of shit} and then subscribe to TERF ideology/anti-trans rhetoric. It doesn’t matter if you say that you follow trans creators, you don’t actually support them and you’re using them as a shield.

Y8ay8a, there are legit reasons why people are upset with you right now, people aren’t “bullying you” they’re literally getting after you because of the hateful beliefs that you seem to support. If you decide to keep ignoring the justified criticism that’s being thrown your way, then the only one to blame for your “cancellation” within the F/NDM is you.

Also I find it incredibly “hilarious” that you say that “there isn’t much drama to feed from my accounts tbh” when there’s actually a couple of things that you can also be criticized on… like how you’ve drawn multiple NSFW images of R/uby, most of which involve her being paired with adult characters such as H/arriet. It doesn’t matter if she’s a “fictional character”, she’s still a god damn minor you fucking freak… I thought that you & the bigoted groups/people you follow cared about the safety of children? How can you care about the safety of minors, when you’ve drawn NSFW artwork that involves a fictional character who’s underage? You do realize that you’re only giving the impression that it’s okay for others to sexualize minors whether they’re fictional or not, right? Gotta love the blatant hypocrisy of it all…

There’s also you shipping I/Ilia x S/ienna and drawing NSFW content involving the ship. The age gap between them is large and there’s a power imbalance because S/ienna was the leader of the WF {I/lia’s boss}. I’ve also seen that you’ve drawn NSFW content of N/ora x E/lm {large age gap} and S/alem x E/merald {do I even need to explain why this is fucked up}amongst other things.

I don’t want to hear the pathetic excuse of “but some of those were commissions”… you had the ability to say no and yet you still decided to take the money and do those art pieces anyways, there’s no fucking excuse.

For those looking for evidence, I obviously cannot show the images here. However, if you send me a DM I’ll let you know what her NSFW Twitter name is… just don’t be surprised if they delete the account for damage control. I’m not sharing the account name publicly, since I don’t want minors accessing it and viewing that filth {DON’T DM ME IF YOU’RE A MINOR}.

If anyone who follows me still follows/supports this creator, unfollow me immediately. This blog is a safe space for everyone who identifies under the trans umbrella, TERFS aren’t welcomed here. I myself am Bigender and simultaneously identify as a woman & non-binary {she/they}, so this topic is important to me.

As an LGBTQ+ space within the F/NDM, as someone who identifies under the trans umbrella and as someone who has many trans friends/loved ones, I felt that I needed to speak up about this. We don’t need people like y8ay8a within this community, especially if they refuse to acknowledge that they support incredibly harmful ideology/groups. If anyone claims that I’m being a “big, mean bully”, this is a grown-ass woman {if this isn’t how she identifies please let me know} who’s rightfully being criticized/called out for her alleged bigoted views… all of you {including y8ay8a} need to grow the fuck up.

#rwde #tw: transphobia #tw: terf rhetoric #tw: sexualization of minors #terfs dni #I fucking hate terfs

[britts-galaxy-brain]

What is, in your opinion, the worst media take Lily Orchard has ever given?

I don't pay too much attention to her media takes, since that's never been my main focus and I'm not familiar with most of the media she spews her bullshit on. I can tell you the couple that stick out to me, though.

- Back when we were still friendly, she'd go on rants about Fluttershy being a badly written character because she never "learns her lesson" and stops being socially anxious. I'd pointed out since then that Fluttershy was never meant to completely stop being anxious, and that she was a character study on PTSD. She's not just afraid of people in a vacuum.

She grew up relentlessly mocked by her peers, she had a near-death experience when she was younger that would have killed her had Rainbow Dash not saved her life, and as an adult she suffers from panic attacks and flashbacks. Fluttershy was pretty much the first character with severe trauma that Lily had decided to shit on while simultaneously sexualizing in her other projects.

- Lily reducing Madoka Magica down to "the author has a fetish for watching girls die". My response to that is linked below.

#lily orchard

[yslglasses]

if harry really doesn’t say anything and call out uk straight harries, my respect for him is even lower than low. He’s CLEARLY aware of people harassing and bullying and HARMING people by pulling their hair, going after their weight, literally just being american and getting pit SCREAMING “go home”, like??? damn!!! y’all are really that sad???? I hope y’all know 99% of harries are useless, lifeless bullies. they’re out here saying “america deserves another 9/eleven” like??? i’m sorry what??? and these are the same L O S E R S that spew that “treat people with kindness” BULLSHIT. tpwk is the biggest load of bullshit. All of harry’s “fans” are CUNTS. and as long as harry is making money, he clearly doesn’t care. That’s sad.

#i’m glad i’m 99.9999999 percent out of this embarrassing’fandom’ #harry styles #harry styles love on tour #lmao ‘’love on your’ again!!! what bullshit #these american fans didn’t deserve the treatment. #this is an anti straight harrie account ❤️🌈🥰 #if you find any ways to support those assholes- block me and lmk so i can block you #.

[icebergscrashingtogeather-10]

Here’s the thing I don’t know who Noel is but I don’t think it’s Kayne.

Only because I don’t think Kayne can be not melodramatic and flamboyant in any situation. And once he knew that it was Arthur and him mostly alone I think he would just have to make some quip about their situation. Whenever he has shown up that’s what he has done. so it just feels like he wouldn’t just be playing it low key.

I haven’t seen anything though that has compelled me.

#malevolent #malevolent podcast #arthur lester #john doe #Kayne #detective noel #E spewing my bullshit

[slayerzach]

Well hello there fellow beings on the internet, it's your favorite friendly internet neighbor, Zach here. Or you can call me Killer, or even my new e-name, Slayer

Oh, you don't recognize me? Well that's because this is an all new blog.

For those unaware, I used to run a blog of a very similar name on this platform, but I quit posting two years ago now(as of writing this), and made my goodbye post in June of last year(again, as of writing this), and I swore off tumblr for good.

And I still am mostly off this platform, however, I decided I want to begin posting my little cringey fics for all the world to see

Why am I starting a new blog? I want to start completely fresh and leave the old one as an archive as I intended. It feels wrong to just leave something sitting for so long and then suddenly just going "hey guys, you missed me?" It just doesn't feel right.

I also just want to move on from my old self. I was a lot younger than I am now and there has been a lot of maturity that has happened in the years since that blog, and I want this to be the real landmarking of how I have grown as a person and I have changed.

Is my content changing? Pretty much, no, not at all. My content is going to be about whatever I'm hyperfixating on, and my content surrounding it, be it my fanfictions, or anything I want. Because this blog, like my last, is going to be me posting about whatever the fuck I want. Doesn't even have to be about my hyperfixations, if I feel like posting something for whatever reason, I will! Expect the unexpected.

Here's just a simple rule:if you don't like what you see, move the fuck on. Scroll past me, it's not that hard. Block me if you so feel the need to. I don't care. Just don't spew hatred bullshit on this blog, or I will just outright ignore you. If you're not here to be nice and make friends, then you're not welcome on this page.

My inbox is always open and available for anyone to send anything, be it asks or messages. Please, I love making new friends, feel free to talk to me! I may not respond right away, but I will get back to you as soon as possible!

I am a very busy person so my uploads will be very sporadic and far and few between. Like my inbox, if I don't see something right away, doesn't mean I won't ever.

And that's the general gist of this blog. Basically, this blog is all about me and what I want to post about. If you don't like me, then oh well, tough shit buddy, this is MY blog you're on >:)

So, some things about me!

I am a big dork who loves to geek out on whatever I want to. Some of these things include Legacies, Pokemon, MLP, Charmed, MOFY, COD Zombies,South Park, Red Dead Redemption, and so so much more. Content on all of these will fluctuate depending on whatever my brain decides to do. As I said before, expect the unexpected.

I love to write(duh), play and also suck at various video games, reading, and music.

My OC's include Oliver Thompson, William "Willy" Marshall, James "Jimmy" Sullivan, Theodore "Teddy" Barlos, Johnathon Wretzky, and Sarah Marston. Info on them will be posted accordingly

I love retro, vintage, and other nostalgic things, history, stuffed animals, men's fashion (and by that I mean nice coats and such, not supreme or gucci you fuckface lol), and just the general beauties of life and the world around us!

And that's about all you need to know about me! I'd love to see you around!

[ramblesinshamblesgreenbus]

it's weird to think about people not meaning what they say - they don't even realise they're doing this, they're just socially conditioned to spew bullshit they think sounds good and adequate, and maybe i'm too autistic to do that.

there have been many instances in my life when i've just been hit square in the face with the knowledge that... they were just saying that. flippant remarks that sound objectively good in a conversation, lofty promises, they never think twice after verbalizing them. and i never think to question them, because... i'm not dishonest, so why would anyone else be?

i let E see me cry more in the past months than in my entire life before them - first year in uni me would be appalled, but i genuinely think it makes us closer. she has a very strong grip around me as my body wrecks with sobs and she's so material, so real, that i lean against her and marvel at the fact that she doesn't stumble or fall.

i called off work today and we watched the movie i was supposed to watch yesterday. i was trying so hard to swallow my tears, and half an hour into it she just paused it, turned to me and said "we can cry now" and that completely broke me. i feel very infantile, very goody-two shoes, being so grateful for her permission, but the thread connecting us has never been stronger - no more competition, no more pettiness, two kids hardcore going through it. i told her it felt like my favorite person died months ago and only now did that catch up to me and make me sad, and she just said "you were always MY favorite person". i ignored my actual soulmate, kindred spirit, trying to chase fairytales. playing make-believe even when the one i had chosen for my knight in shining armor portrayal used up every chance to tell me santa clause isn't real.

jibberish, all of it. i am better today than i was yesterday and i'll be better tomorrow than i am today. there are like two days in a year that'll still feel gloomy for a bit, but i plan on doing something grand on both of them to erase them from memory.

[jadedglory]

@nolantalks

Hey Fernando, if you're gonna lie, lie convincingly.

Jonesy isn't and hasn't ever been on Greed, which you would know if you or your 'friend' joined the server. Also for the record, outside of you posting your bs, I really don't care or follow your shit at all. And unlike you I don't sit on a Tumblr blog every day spewing more bs to make myself relevant in the rpc space. I DO have better things to do.

Also please tell me what's more unhinged: Keeping tabs of someone that is notorious in the RPC for harassment, who has harassed your friend, and making sure that any time some lies are said, you're there to shut them down with actual evidence and not just fabricated discord convos. (which btw isn't considered stalking) Or

Pretending to be multiple people, denying it despite proof and a rp source calling your ass out (and proving you are both Nolan & Nando), and constantly going on just rants that barely make sense. Like honey, your rambles sound like a person off their meds. On top of it, indicating someone who is completely innocent in your quest to find me (which is really fucked up btw that you discord dropped someone else that doesn't even know who you are).

But then again, you don't care who you hurt, you just want to hurt people because you're so miserable in your own life. And only way you can do that is with lies.

Not to mention going on a ramble about how you got my email and tracked it to my social media accounts? (Which I doubt but w/e, even if you do I really DON'T. FUCKING. CARE.) Like I couldn't honestly give a shit who you are outside of rp. Literally if you would stop spewing bs, I wouldn't be up in your business. I really don't care enough about you. I DO however care about protecting my friends, and that also means against false claims that are totally bullshit.

Also I will say, I'm sad you don't remember me. But then again you don't remember that Jonesy was the one that played Colossus on X-men boards, or that they usually only paired all their characters with their GF at the time. So your bs about them playing Starshatter and trying to ship with you is all bs. You were the one pushing for pairings and they weren't really that interested because you were so pushy and annoying. You were also the one when you were told no about Mimic (because he was banned for being OP) that decided to go on a fucking crusade to try to get Jonesy kicked from another board.

That's really fucking sad.

Irregardless, if it's one thing that has come out of this, I've made some really awesome friends.... As well as a few laughs.

Which, thanks for those!

Cheers!

#rpt #nolan #nolanverse #the real rpc clown #rpc-home-truths

[gallus-rising]

god i think the main problem i'm having w making Riverside Lore posts for my site is writing it w the proper Tone. i can just spew absolute BULLSHIT pretty easily but it's a pain rewriting it in like the appropriate prose or w/e orz

#*furious pecking*

[themotherwitproject]

WHAT THE TRUTH SOUNDS LIKE

“ WE HERE IN THE BELLY OF THE BEAST, WE DON’T SEE THE CLAWS OR THE BLOOD ON THE TEETH, WE ARE WHAT’S LEFT 0F THE PREVIOUS FEAST!” Bill Lowman

I have been asked on more than one occasion about whether I want to alienate my reader with some particularly harsh sentence or paragraph. The abandoned child in me always speaks up first and says no, of course not. I don’t want anyone else to leave me, but this is not really how I feel, it’s a lie. If you are a Nazi, Klan member, Storm trooper, Nathan Bedford Forest, Andrew Jackson, Robert E. Lee, Confederate traitor, go to hell! FUCK YOU AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON. What I really want to say is this shit is hard and I am almost always in a fucking rage about the constant denial of my humanity and my right to fight back against the insane bullshit that is AMERICA! So let's start from here.

“ TO BE A NEGRO IN THIS COUNTRY AND TO BE RELATIVELY CONSCIOUS IS TO BE IN A STATE OF RAGE ALMOST ALL OF THE TIME...”. JAMES BALDWIN

I am broken. I have been broken since my mother died when I was three months old. I was broken again when my alcoholic father suffering from PTSD destroyed his second marriage by punching my step-mother in the eye. After that I was shipped off to Pittsburgh, Pa and away from my father except for a brief visit once during the holidays. The good thing about my brokenness is that the breaks have prepared me perfectly to understand what it means to be of African descent in the world.

We have lost our most precious and valuable relationships. Loss of our connection to our native land. Loss of language, history, social and cultural organization. We have lost our sense of kinship and emotional connection on the level that conscious members of countries have when they are at war. WE ARE AT WAR! - and no I don’t give a fuck if you disagree. I am fresh out of that commodity at the moment.

Some people think that writing is supposed to be rational and thoughtful and reasonable because we are trying to persuade someone who might not know what we are talking about into a new state of mind. No thanks. This brokenness leaves me and us spewing out our guts at all kinds of inappropriate times and places. Usually onto people who don’t deserve it. But if for some strange reason you are the one who deserves this hot mess, stand to.

I am dying, not like I have a terminal disease. I’m dying like we are all dying. Each day that we are alive we get one day closer to the end of our lives. Yes I do spend some time living and it’s exhausting being alive and Black given all of the hatred and ignorance embedded in the functioning of America. I have thought: ‘someone might try to kill you if you say too much...’ and then reality sets in and I realize someone is trying to kill me now because of my silence. I’m no longer interested in deciding whether or not death comes from my silence or my outrage.

“ IF YOU ARE SILENT ABOUT YOUR PAIN THEY’LL KILL YOU AND SAY YOU ENJOYED IT. “ ZORA NEALE HURSTON

[takeitallinonyourstride]

“tell someone”

they always say “tell someone” and “talk about it” and “ask for help” but seriously who wants to help? and those who do, how do they help? it’s not like friends and family are trained to handle those sorts of things. and what should i just put all of this bullshit on them, make it their problem that i’m fucked up in the head. spew my thoughts and feelings like they’re important only for them to be emotionally drained by my presence. 

and i know because i’ve been the friend who someone has come to. what the fuck do i say? “there there” while nervous sweating. recommend therapy- much easier said than done. therapy costs M O N E Y and not to mention having to wait on wait lists and do constant searching for a therapist that is excepting new clients. 

“tell someone” is a blanket statement and not a one-size-fits-all scenario and i get so tired of hearing it. telling someone about my ending-it thoughts or sh has never benefitted me, the friend, or the relationship. it just makes it awkward and sad. 

#tell someone