#I am negative pleased with this one but FUCK IT HERE YA GO

[lilyarchived]

behind closed doors [simon "ghost" riley]

a/n: URGH this idea literally came from a silly twitter picture, PLEASE SEND ASKS YOU CAN SEE HOW DESPERATE I AM FOR IDEAS!! Also thank you for the love on my first post, you guys are awesome!

warnings: gn! reader, reader has a breakdown, jealousy, cursing, angst (to fluff), 0.7k words.

summary: you overheard a conversation that included you, and it wasn't a positive talk.

"Ghost, please. leave me alone." you whimper as you walk away from your lieutenant just following behind you. “Not until you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me.” he replies in that same old gruff voice since the day you met. 

You were wandering through the base, having done all the tasks Price had assigned ya. Hearing a familiar deep voice in one of the rooms, you were about to enter but a flash of hesitation hit you once you heard your name. “[mumbled] and what [scrambled] about [scrambled] [Y/N]?” muttered soap, his voice an unserious tone. You gulp, wondering if the context was negative or positive. “What about them?” your heart drops, did he really think nothing of you? Of course not, you were overthinking, you assure yourself this was just ghost being ghost. “I don’t mean to pry ya, lad. Don’t you and [mumbled] have something going on?” your smile reappears after soap’s suspicion. You were about to burst in, smiling, before hearing ghost’s voice once more. “What? No. There was never ‘anything’ between us.”

 Oh. Oh.  tears blur your vision before hearing soap say “Ah. So you’re pretty serious about this partner you’ve been talking to, huh?” running away before your heart shatters even more.

“Don’t bullshit me ghost. I heard you in there with soap.” you finally turn around once you’re out in the training field, only this time it was empty. You’ve never seen it this empty. What a strange sight. You bring your hands up to your head, fuzzying your hair as you scoff and fold your arms, waiting for ghost to respond. He just looks at you with those same deadpanned eyes, only this time it was laced with a confused look. “What?” he voices in a hushed manner.

 You could only fall to the rough ground as you broke down in an out-of-breath manner. Hearing Simon's footstep’s rummage through and leveling with you to hold you in his arms, his grasp tight as he hushes your cries.

“[Y/N], did you get those files i asked yo-” he barely got to finish his sentence before you dropped them at his hands and began to make your way out. “Gotta go, I'll see you later, gaz.” you utter, quickly shutting the door behind you. “What’s up with them?” ghost asked gaz, eyes wide with how the normally-clingy [Y/N] was now being avoidant. “You cannot be that fucking stupid.” gaz remarked. “What?” ghost asked, voice slightly raised now. Gaz scoffs, “you shit talked them to soap, you think they wouldn’t find out?” he added. “I never said anythi- fuck. I wasn’t-” gaz just raised an eyebrow, letting his lieutenant explain himself. “I was telling soap how much i like them.” gaz drops his pen, clearly intrigued now. “Go after them, dumbass!” he yells, and ghost bolts outside, in search of you.

And now here you were, in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. ‘How pathetic.’ you think. “Do I mean nothing to you? All those nights, those- stupid breaks I spent with you, getting to know you, nothing?” Ghost’s heart aches as he hears your broken voice, feeling immense guilt creep up. “[Y/N], I was telling soap how I wanted to be with you.” your sobs quiet down, trying to process what he just said. “There’s no one else?” you whisper, silent cries slipping.

What really happened was, “really? And what about that chick you were talking to, Sarah? still want [Y/N]?” – “I don’t mean to pry ya, lad. Don’t you and Sarah have something going on?”

Oh. he was denying ever having ‘something’ with a different girl. It all seems foolishly funny now. You laugh through your tear stained cheeks as you punch Ghost on the chest playfully. "you scared me." your voice softer than before, if that were even possible. “It’s you, it’s always been you.” he explained, in that same old gruff voice since the day you met. Only this time, it held more emotion than ever.

#rbn writes #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #ghost cod

[underworld-park-offical]

PIP: Yes and I'll get the uhm

PIP: I'll get the uh

PIP: I’ll get

PIP: …

PIP: Lemme get ahhhh

PIP: Boneless Pizza 

PIP: And uh

PIP: Two liter of uh

PIP: Coke

HEIDI: …

HEIDI: The fuck kinda pizza?

HEDI: And the two liter machine broke, we got one liter tho

PIP: The fuck you mean B?

PIP: Alright look, 

PIP: Let me get that pizza BONELESS

HEIDI: Uh? Pizza don't got bone in it

PIP: Tf did I just say then

HEIDI: U said "Lemme get it BONELESS " like pizza got a damn bone in it

PIP: Y'all got BONES in ya shit then

HEIDI: Nah

PIP: So what's the problem?

HEIDI: DICK HEAD name one pizza that got bone on it

PIP: Just don't put them shits in my pizza bruh how many times I gotta say it

HEIDI: Bruh jus explain to me how tf pizza can be boneless?

PIP: If it don't got bone in it iss boneless

HEIDI: Son, what school u go to

PIP: dawg I don't understand the problem just make my shit BONELESS  DEADASS

HEIDI: I'm deadass not making this pizza…

PIP: Fine, then you deadass  better get me exactly what I want

PIP: Why are you so…

PIP: frumpy?

HEIDI: Excuse me?

PIP: You heard me

PIP: You won't even get me a boneless pizza 

PIP: How do you think that makes you look?

HEIDI: erm.

PIP: FRUMPY

HEIDI: You wanna play that way, huh?

HEIDI: Number 1, F = (m)(a) = (1000 kg)( 3 m/s²) =

3000 N.

PIP: What.

HEIDI: HMMMM a = F/a = 200 N / 2.5 m/s² = 80kg

PIP: Is there a manager I can speak to?

HEIDI: OHHH, YOU WANT THE ANSWERS  TO THE CROSSWORD ???

HEIDI: Ahem

HEIDI: One is centripetal, two is negative acceleration, three is plate tectonics, four is relative motion, five is slope—

PIP: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

HEIDI: SIX IS SPEED, SEVEN IS AVERAGE SPEED

PIP: WHAT'S EVEN THE GODDAMN DIFFERENCE?!

HEIDI: OH, I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED!

HEIDI: AHEM

HEIDI: THE MITOCHONDRIA IS THE POWERHOUSE OF THE CELL PIP: CAN I JUST GET PIP: MY GODDAMN PIP: FOOD PLEASE

TWEEK: WHAT HAPPENED TO BEING NICE??? PIP: I AM BEING NICE!!

TWEEK: BY YELLING??? PIP: FUCK YOU RESPECTFULLY

HEIDI: OKAY FINE, I'LL GET YOU YOUR GODDAMN BONELESS PIZZA OR WHATEVER DUMB QUEER SHIT YOU ORDERED

HEIDI: What do you want you low budget Super Sonic?

TWEEK: Uh yeah uh

TWEEK: What's this thing?

HEIDI: Do you have are stupid?

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: What?

HEIDI: Do you.

HEIDI: Have are.

HEIDI: Stupid?

HEIDI: Bitch?

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: What

TWEEK: What nonsense are you speaking?

TWEEK: What

HEIDI: That is a MENU

HEIDI: Say it with me

HEIDI: MEN

HEIDI: U!

TWEEK: Oh! A Meenew!

TWEEK: Cool!

PIP: Ignore him, he’s an imbecile

TWEEK: Hey! I'm not…

PIP: Anyways, he’ll have a pudding

HEIDI: We don't serve pudding here

TWEEK: No… no pudding???

HEIDI: No sir, we don’t have pudding

TWEEK: ( starts to cry like a lil bitch )

HEIDI: …

HEIDI: We have jello?

TWEEK: IT'S NOT THE SAME!! WAHHHHH!!!

PIP: He’ll just take a coffee

TWEEK: I DON'T WANT COFFEE!! I WANT PUDDIN!!

PIP: Shut

PIP: The

PIP: FUCK UP!

PIP: (SLAP )

TWEEK: ( Ugly Crying )

HEIDI: O….

HEIDI: Kkkkkkayyyyy…

HEIDI: What does the walking fetus want?

PIP: The what?

HEIDI: The child

HEIDI: What can we get for your child?

TWEEK: Right! My

TWEEK: My child

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: Her names Silly String

HEIDI: Cool

HEIDI: Cool cool cool

HEIDI: What does… HEIDI: Silly String

HEIDI: Want to eat

TWEEK: Uh…

TWEEK: What do kids eat?

TWEEK: Do  kids even eat?

HEIDI: Yes, kids eat, captain obvious

PIP: Tweek she’s eating a crayon

TWEEK: Oh

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: Do kids eat crayons?

PIP: No

PIP: No they do not

HEIDI: Does

HEIDI: Does Silly String

HEIDI: Want the jello instead?

TWEEK: No

TWEEK: I'm not feeding her that garbage

PIP: Can we just get a round of tater tots?

PIP: Please

HEIDI: Sure

HEIDI: Whatever gets me to stop talking to you 

HEIDI: And whatever gets me paid 

PIP: Well! That went over nicely!

TWEEK: You slapped me

PIP: It's a start

TWEEK: No

TWEEK: It's really not 

PIP: I'm recovering

PIP: I'm changing

PIP: I'm metamorphosing

PIP: I'm evolving

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: Whatever

TWEEK: You seeing this shit, Silly String? 

SILLY STRING: ( Grunt of disapproval  )

PIP: What, so you’re getting your child to hate me too?

TWEEK: You  hate us

PIP: I mean

PIP: True

PIP: But I'm changing

TWEEK: Liar

PIP: Okay I'm lying

PIP: But Estella put me in a fucking time out

PIP: So I have to act  nice

PIP: Even though I really

PIP: REEEEALLY

PIP: Don’t want to be

SILLY STRING: ( confused grunt )

TWEEK: Estella's your grandma, Silly String 

SILLY STRING: ( surprised grunt )

PIP: Ugh

PIP: I hate Mum…

TWEEK: You see her as a mom too?

PIP: I

PIP: Uh

PIP: NO PIP: I NEVER SAID THAT

PIP: She's just so overprotective of us all the damn time

PIP: IT'S ANNOYING

TWEEK: SHhh

TWEEK: Don't shout!

TWEEK: There's people behind us…

TWEEK: Why the fuck are they looking at us like that?

PIP: It's the queer stare

PIP: They're harshly judging you

TWEEK: Oh god…

TWEEK: Heyyyyy

TWEEK: Silly String, say hi

SILLY STRING: ( excited grunting  )

TWEEK: You all look

TWEEK: SO  cool

TWEEK: Did you come from the Pride Parade?

TWEEK: Er- I mean…

TWEEK: Uh…

TWEEK: This is my son

TWEEK: …Daughter?

TWEEK: Child?

TWEEK: I don't know what Silly String is…

PIP: Didn’t you call her, “her ” earlier?

TWEEK: I mean,

TWEEK: YEAH

TWEEK: That doesn't mean I know

TWEEK: Wait

TWEEK: What are  you, Silly String?

SILLY STRING: ( I don't know grunt )

PIP: It's a mystery!

PIP: How are you all this lovely evening?

PIP: Just SWELL I presume?

TWEEK: Pip your eye is twitching

PIP: IT'S HAPPY SEIZING!!!

TWEEK: No… no pretty sure it's twitching

PIP: HAPPY. SEIZING. I'M SO JOYFUL I'M EXPRESSING IT THROUGH MY EYE!

TWEEK: …Sure…

(Edits made by @pissblanket and @zemoleinyourtrashcan)

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[jokingmisfit]

Heyaa I was wondering if you could please write a yandere Silas from tvd fic?

Sorry it took so long to respond. I got a puppy, my phone got shut off, my puppy ate the WiFi, and I found out I was allergic to weed. Anyways I fucking got you! 😼

Warnings- Kidnapping, reader is a vamp, i don’t know how good i captured his character but i’m open to advice, idk but tell me if i missed something

What Is Wrong With You?

It wasn’t like my life wasn’t always in danger anyway, but something about this situation seemed much more… Deadly? Scary? I really don’t know. All I do know is that it felt like if I made one small mistake I will never see anyone other than this man again.

It made no sense! Why is a man who spent years upon years just trying to get this girl back just suddenly flip and turn that obsession on me? I just don’t get it!

I sat on the bed in the middle of the room. If I dwell on the interior it looks like it belongs in a castle. Dark blue tapestries and bed sheets with complementary white and grey color accents. I had to admit that the bed was more comfortable than any I’ve ever laid in. The room was like that of a dream. It doesn’t take away the fact I’ve been kidnapped.

I’ve been here long enough that I’ve just grown more confused and more bored. He won’t explain why he’s acting like this, and I don’t think he even knows.

The doors swing open showing a very happy Silas. He walks to me with what I only describe as pure glee.

“Good morning, Sunshine!~” he said, flopping onto the bed.

Sighing, I turned to look at the sky through the dark curtains. “I don’t like the day.” I don’t want to please him with too many words.

He turned to lay on his stomach. “Oh, don’t be like that. You know I can just read your thoughts.” He says.

I glared back at him. “What is wrong with you?”

Silas smiled and tilts his head in mock confusion.

“None of this makes any sense,” I say, “You are in love with Amara, that’s obvious. So why are you kidnapping me, calling me cute nicknames, stealing my daylight ring, tying me to this stupid bed, and wanting me to feel happy with your perverted flirts!” 

Silas stares at me. It’s a calm, demanding look. A large jump from his taunts and jokes. “You,” he starts, “are so kind, you always give people your hand even when they have a bad past. Even when you know they’re going to hurt you, you try to help them.” He grabs my hands gently. “Amara isn’t the same, she isn’t afraid to put herself first.”

I cut him off quietly. “She’s been through a lot.”

He laughs. “See there it is again always sympathizing. Strong yet so sweet. I hate to admit, but over the time we’ve interacted I’ve realized you are the true epitome of perfection. And to this,” He motions to the ropes and room. “I knew you would never pick me first. You’re too scared…” Silas smiles again and pats my leg. “But that's no problem, I'm going to get you good. It’s only a matter of time before you fall for my charm!”

He’s thought about this more than I thought… I don’t know what’s more frightening, him thinking this is alright or that he really thinks I’ll love him.

“Don’t be like that Dovey. There’s no need to be so negative.” He pouts mockingly. 

Silas stands and leans to kiss my cheek. I try to pull away but he grabs my wrist and pulls me to him.

He straightens. “Well I have some annoying friends to take care of. You’ll wait here for me won’t you.” He laughs harder and walks out the room.

I start to lean into the bed, but he pops his head back in. “Love ya!” He says with a wink.

I truly am screwed.

#jesteranswers #yandere silas #silas x reader #Silas #yandere silas x reader #tvd #the vampire diaries #vampire diaries x reader #tvd x reader #yandere tvd

[elvispresleyslut]

DADDY’S BEST FRIEND, ELVIS PRESLEY

A hot summer day in Memphis was beautiful as ever but nothing could beat the beauty of Graceland for me. Ever since the age of 10 my father whom I happened to be close with was long time friends with the one and only Elvis Presley. All my life friends would beg for autographs, pictures, clothing samples as if I could just ask this man for a kind of thing like that.

Elvis was almost like a second dad to me I suppose.

Maybe not the best wording? Considering i've  been drooling over him like every other girl across this world since middle school. Here I am 19 soon to be 20 doing nothing with my life, lusting after a king who probably sees me as a kid who he can spoil all because he has too much money and not enough people he cares to spend it on.

That doesn't even make sense..

My birthday now was coming up on the too soon 30th of June.

My mother never made my life any easier for me. She definitely didn't make it easier for me to accept the party when i was informed that Elvis took it upon himself to host this god awful thing at Graceland.

"Mama we can't just intrude in his home like this and invite all these people from around town as if we even know they're damn names.." I whined following my mother upstairs in our small home.

She sighed and stopped in her steps, "Stop trying to get me to cancel it all because you have a little crush on him. He doesn't mind and it's free, You should be out thanking EP right now instead of crying in my ear." she ends her words with a huff and continues into my little brothers room, dropping a pile of clean clothes for him to fold and put away later.

"I do not have any crush on him, mama." I raise my voice boldly. "How many times am I gonna have to tell you that? The guys like 70.." I add for good measure. It doesn't work.

"You look at him the way your father looks at pie..now will you please leave your ole mom alone."

She teasingly rolls her eyes and walks back downstairs to start on dinner.

"Go see him, Kim. Thank the man for the love of god. He's precious and you know it. He didn't have to do this for you but he seemed more than happy to make your 20th special." She pulls out her apron tying it loosely around her wide hips. "Wear something nice!"

I groan grabbing a hold of my car keys. I couldn't take her determined mindset anymore. I felt like i needed to surround myself in negativity. Why would he want me at his house like that? What would Prescilla think? Im far too old to be having birthday parties at a family friends house, let alone Elvis's.

I soon pull up to his gate driving in without even realizing I was still wearing my bathrobe. Fuck fuck fuck.

"I gotta go back" I whisper shoving my key back in and buckling back in. I begin to let my foot off the brake.

I hear a knock on my glass window and startle with a jump quickly slamming back down on the brake.

"Oh what the actual fuck!" I practically scream grabbing my hair and pulling slightly with overwhelming anxiety.

I contemplate driving off and never coming back home if i can help it but I settle with rolling down my window and laughing nervously for now. Fuck that.

"Woah sweetheart..what're ya doin here at.." Elvis trails off looking down at his watch "4:00 in the evenin'?"

"Ya family alright?" He questions softly. Why'd he have to be so damn sweet?

I slowly look up with the fakest smile I ever did use, "W-what?" I laugh obnoxiously. "No I came here for s-something else..cannot erm..r-r-remember what.." I say leaning forward on my steering wheel groaning in embarrassment.

Why'd he have to look so nice right now in a robe and nothing underneath from what you could tell of his slightly tan chest covered in light hair. Why was I such a whore staring so hard..

"You gonna come in honey or we gonna sit outside n' watch the sunset?" He teases opening your car door.

"N-no uh..I-I can just stay here, right here" I point down into my seat with my fingers. "Just here is fine." I nearly beg out loud.

i rather harshly shut my door back.

He laughs. He laughs at me. Dear god mama why'd she do this shit to me.

"Suit yourself, kid." He drawls out with his thick accent that matter of factly made me squeal at night before bed.

He walks around my car swiftly opening the passenger seat door sitting his fine ass right beside me. I can almost taste the smell of him as he drops into the seat.

"You gonna tell me now what you dropped by for? Or you gonna keep this oddly unlike you demeanor up?" He says with a tinge of tease.

I roll my eyes with a sigh, putting my car into park.

"Im under dressed..it's beyond embarrassing." I push out a fake laugh to ease how nervy I am really.

"Your actin like im lookin'..get to it Kim." he states bluntly.

"Fineeee..goddamn." I stare at my hands in my suddenly cold lap. "I came to say thankyou for wanting to host my "party" but I really can't accept-"

He cuts me off quickly with an unbeatable tone telling me already he wouldn't be taking no for an answer. "Nope. I already have everything done, no need to come beggin me to stop it. Everybody needs a party."

"Please just nothing big..Elvis. Like really.." I glance too quickly down at his wide spread pose and im caught red handed im sure of it. I didn't even have time to truly take in what I felt I could see through his seemingly thin robe.

"Play nice about it and I'll talk to your dad about alcohol" Elvis lets out an almost boyish giggle and I can't help the burning blush that takes over my ugly face.

We chat more for the next 10 minutes about what I'd prefer at my party but he caught on rather quickly I was only trying to turn it into some boring cookout that nobody would stay for.

Before to long I catch his watch set nicely on the arm rest of the seat he was currently in and see I've kept him in my presence too long in a fit of laughs. Not that I was complaining. His perfect teeth.

"Go back inside old man.. Too late for you to be awake." I say jokingly gently shoving him against his door.

He fakes pain and opens the door stepping out and I can't help but bite my lip at the sight of his toned tanned legs but somehow feel a tinge of sadness that I couldn't just yank him back and bone him to no end.

Walking up his porch he turns back to me and waves, "Goodnight honey, I'll stop by tomorrow to see your daddy!" He says with what I hope a joking attitude.

My dad can't know I was ever here on my own dressed like a slut, of course not on purpose. Sigh.

I drive off and head home to eat dinner with my family but all I can do for the rest of my night is think about how truly fucked I'll be at this party.

HI! THIS IS MY FIRST CHAPTER TO THIS HOPEFULLY GOOD STORY LOLS . IM NEW TO THE ELVIS FANDOM AND IM HOPING TO MAKE SOME MOOTS HERE SIGH . IM A LONELY PERSON AND I LIKE TO THINK IM NICE LMFAO! GIVE ME IDEAS FOR MY "BOOK". IM OPEN MINDED AND HAVE NO PLANS YET FOR THIS <3 ENJOY

#fanfic #70s elvis #elvis film #austin butler #elvis presley #elvis presely smut #elvis the pelvis #king of rock n roll #graceland #fanfiction #country music #memphis #tennessee #baz luhrmann elvis #elvis photos #60s elvis #lana del ray aesthetic #lana is our queen #austin!elvis x reader

[01mishchelle]

What I’ve learned so far about ‘manifesting’

i find it extremely idiotic how people believe that they have to do this and that to get their desire. believe me, i used to be like that too. 2-3 years ago i joined a shifting community and let me tell ya, everyone overcomplicated the basics. thats when i gave up and left.

a few weeks ago when i was in a negative, heartbroken state and was begging to have my sp back, a manifestation video came up from this user called hyler. i followed her instructions and even sammy ingram’s.

that’s also where i discovered neville goddard for the first time.

i found it quite odd that we had to do affirm all the time, and thats what i did. i still felt weird, unaccomplished. i did get results, the negatives and the positives. i kept on holding on those results as a proof my sp loved me. but deep inside i knew what i was doing was completely wrong. if they tell you to live in the end, why would i affirm 24/7 to have that desire?

+also adding this, i’ve heard about the void state everywhere in pinterest and here and let me tell ya, after the experiences i’ve had in the shifting community, i stayed the (language) fuck away from that. yes sorry for the people who do the void state, yes cool if you do it if it works for you but for me i just hate doing methods.

it didnt make sense for me. i decided to listen to myself and found out more about neville goddard and edward art.

these two gentlemen made me open my eyes for the first time. this is what ive been missing. ive missed the whole point, everyone missed the whole point.

please study edward art’s works and his i am meditation.

anyways, the whole point is that you literally don’t have to lift a finger to have that desire you want. i’ve made some notes for myself when reading edward art:

“If you lived in a world where all things are possible, and you could create anything you want, would you choose to create a situation and then worry about it? No you would not. You only do because you are identifying yourself with your Outer-man! When I start to feel afraid, or worry, or feel pressure that causes me anxiety, I realize that I AM the INNER MAN CREATING that in the WORLD OF IMAGINATION.”

“I want you to stop worrying about HOW or WHEN it is going to happen and instead FEEL secure KNOWING this 3D world reflects what your INNER SELF HAS AND IS WITHIN.”

“In order to actually lose yourself in the imaginal act, one must accept it is real and let go entirely of the outer-world.”

“One must suspend rational thinking, and just accept it is real. They will free themselves that way in their mind.”

“You cannot be afraid anymore to feel and imagine what you want.”

“When I speak of feeling I do not mean emotion, but acceptance of the fact that desire is fulfilled.”

everything is all YOU. everything comes from YOU. YOU are the reason why things are like this. there’s legit no Universe telling you what you have to do. there isn’t anyone you have to follow to have what you want. no. that isn’t the point. the point is that you have been following yourself. everything has been you all along.

so basically about having that desire in imagination….. i know that you don’t have it physically in 3D but that does not matter. the thing you desire is the FEELING. please you must be very (excuse for my language) fucking stupid if you want it in the 3D.

imagine you already have your sp in the 3D, youve done the hard work and he’s/she’s yours now. great. you don’t feel anything, do you?

why do you want to be with your sp? ask yourself that.

im probably thinking that you want to be loved, yes?

bingo, that is the exact thing you desire. YOU desire to be loved. and guess what?

you are already loved. you legit don’t have to do anything to be loved. you are already loved. and i know, how tf am i loved when i’m single?

get that ‘single’ off your vocabulary. what’s important here that the 3D does not define you. put it inside your head. repeat that. remind yourself that.

the 3D is a reflection of your 4D. the 3D wouldn’t exist if the 4D never existed. the 3D lives off of the 4D (your imagination basically)

see? don’t tire yourself out by worrying about the 3D that you cannot change. it’s all in place, you cannot change it. the only way you can change it is by changing yourself.

no i do not want you to change your sp’s behaviour (remember eiypo) i want you to change your behaviour.

how?

well, how would you act and feel if you’re dating your sp?

would you still be worrying about the 3p? would you keep on checking his status if he’s online? would you be wondering if he loves you? would you be questioning on why he hasn’t came back?

all of that is useless! you’re basically still embodying as someone who’s desiring their sp. that is not what you want.

it is easy. you wouldn’t do all of those things. you already embody as someone who is in a happy relationship with your sp. you already know that you are loved. you never have to worry about them. you never feel stressed at all. you’re happy.

that is what’s important. you don’t have to be in the same state all the time btw, if you get reminded or get extremely anxious; just STOP FOR A SECOND.

don’t start affirming or start visualizing. don’t ask yourself if you’re doing it right. what is the point????? of asking that??????

instead, all you have to do is ‘know’ you already have them. leave it be. don’t meddle with it. trust that it has already happened. spoiler: it did ;)

don’t even think about the 3D, the 3D instantly changed because you changed. there is no such thing about waiting for the 3D to conform. there is no such thing about the 3D being your slave and has to obey you (let me tell ya i was confused when i saw those affirmations) the 3D and the 4D go by hand in hand. that’s the thing here.

so yeah.

i’ve read edward art’s works (plus other ppl) like few days ago so this is all the things i’ve learned. just in few days, how crazy is that lmao.

anyways, i hope you learned something from here, i also learned some new stuff while writing this.

bye 🫡

#law of assumption #neville goddard #sp #manifesting #manifestation #edward art #i hope it helped you ehehe

[beardedmrbean]

Okay I probably going to bitch next year, but this how I feel about the society of magical negroes https://youtu.be/GvM4_U9MvPk?si=IcP7aWm2nAFA5G89

Black content creators, we was doing so well, we help on the FUCKING APOLLO LUNAR MISSIONS, we created so many inventions during periods of oppression and discrimination, many civil rights activists survived to see a fucking black President into office.

But no, we (though Obama did start it) have to burn down the bridges our forebears made towards race relations because you need to justify your racist hateboner towards white peoples even in a setting where black people have magic

Also…writers do know that there regional black cultures? Like southern blacks would probably be into the voodoo stuff, hmmm black urban magic user might blend eastern magic given our urban history with Asians….

I’m thinking more than the writers who made more money by writing this movie script alone than I do in a year am I?

Black content creators, we was doing so well, we help on the FUCKING APOLLO LUNAR MISSIONS, we created so many inventions during periods of oppression and discrimination, many civil rights activists survived to see a fucking black President into office. But no, we (though Obama did start it) have to burn down the bridges our forebears made towards race relations because you need to justify your racist hateboner towards white peoples even in a setting where black people have magic

This here is one of the big reasons why I continually say that we're going backwards from the peak of the late 90's in terms of racial issues/relations and a lot of that has to do with the media being produced and consumed.

Social media is another massive issue because honestly how fast can we see a lie that people want to believe spread once twitter gets its hands on it, and then you get the people that regardless of what the facts are refuse to shift because of a matter of pride.

Honestly though the different media that was on back there. Had stuff like Fresh Prince, Martin, In Living Colour (Waynes family owned comedy in the early/mid 90's) all kinds of non white led shows on the tv that didn't play hard into stereotypes but still managed to showcase what some of the different issues faced by the various other racial and ethnic groups without it feeling forced.

Carlton being the "wrong" kind of black man for the fraternity, that's not something a white writer could really do terribly well, but it's one of the things that seems to come up a lot irl and it's nice to put it out there for folks that may not be up on that being a thing.

Spike Lee, he ruled the 90's too, Do the Right Thing, X, even White Men Can't Jump great films showcasing the reality of life in those communities without resorting to tired stereotypes, even White Men Can't Jump since that's just kinda how the whole thing ended up till then it was solid drama even after it was still solid.

And if you wanted quality satire the previously mentioned Waynes's came in with "Don't be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood" can't recall who did CB4, but that was good too.

Now we get

Which is incredibly weird to me considering I know who Sister Rosetta Tharpe and Big Mama Thornton are.

We really erasing Black Women's accomplishments in an effort to stick it to Whitey? How about Black Men, Chuck Berry ring a bell to anyone?

How about Current year. Please I'm begging you

Tell the Death Metal Cowboys of Botswana that they're playing white people music.

No race owns any kind of music for starters, tack in suppressing loads of talent because folks just gotta keep holding their community back for some reason.

I run into the same issue with Chris Rock's whole 'he's a dentist' bit about his neighborhood, ya it's a joke but telling your predominantly black audience that you need to be Denzel Washington to be able to reach the same heights as a run of the mill white dentist, gotta be discouraging.

Then we get the "Magical Negro's" movie, which ya it's supposed to be comedy, could do without being so ham-fisted.

Sent the trailer you shot me a few days back to a friend of mine, his response was less wordy than mine but we both landed on the same conclusion.

"So basically it's Undercover Brother but not funny"

How about we bring Sinbad out of retirement and fix that whole "Shazam" issue once and for all he can do the race stuff without being a massive ass about it, and I'd love to see him working some more, maybe we get a "Good Burger" sequel.

Not that David Allen Grier isn't funny, but damn that movie just looks awful.

#anonymous

[danggirlronpa]

Since polyships are on the table... 🍑 Mahiru/Hiyoko/Ibuki or 🍑 Mahiru/Sato/Hiyoko (I have a feeling this one will go horribly, as I tend to headcanon Hiyoko as being very jealous of Mahiru's affection towards Sato; both Sato and Hiyoko are definitely in love with Mahiru meanwhile can't stand each other. I imagine Sato also dislikes Hiyoko because she reminds her of Natsumi - however fair or unfair that comparison is, I definitely feel like Sato has a hatred of bullies. Meanwhile I think Hiyoko would have a soft spot for Ibuki; she would at first try very hard to push her away and prod at insecurities, but once that failed I could see them getting close. Plus, Hiyoko is attracted to kindness - something that she sees in both Hajime (platonically) and Mahiru, which makes her have a soft spot for them - and underneath her jokey-ness, Ibuki is very kind. And I don't even have to explain why Mahiru/Hiyoko works in this equation, lmao - Ibuki/Mahiru is probably the relationship between the three I've put the least thought in, but, I feel like they'd be amicable.)

Also, my Natsumi rarepairs.... 🍑 Chiaki/Natsumi and 🍑 Mikan/Natsumi... I know they don't interact but Chiaki and Natsumi are very much foils for each other & how they affect Hajime, so I think its a damn shame they never interact... plus Mikan/Natsumi would be so tragic.... finding your girlfriend dead... realizing your friend, Sato, killed her..... selling Sato out to your dead girlfriends brother.... Mahiru having such a favorable view of Sato and negative view of Natsumi & Mikan having the reverse.... the biased narration of Mikan (and Mahiru too).... the thought of my girlfriend was nice to me, a real angel, so she COULDN'T have been bullying you.... and then a year later, meeting a demon in the form of Junko Enoshima, who reminds you so much of your dead girlfriend, who tells you that Hope's Peak is corrupt, didn't look into her death to avoid a scandal with the reserve course so the funding to their pet project doesn't get shut down... and you're angry, you're so angry, that was your girlfriend and they don't even care.... why not let the devil tempt you into revenge? Don't they deserve it? I am so crazy about Natsumi/Mikan and NO ONE is tapping into their potential, the only fics on it on ao3 are my own.... I adore them 😭

I've been holding onto this ask because part of me doesn't even want to touch on a response so it can just stand alone as a testament to the ships. I LOVE seeing people talk about their rarepairs, absolutely fuck yes. Please don't think I'm ignoring you when I'm brief or my thoughts differ from yours because this RULES.

Mahiru/Hiyoko/Ibuki: Neat! Every dynamic in here is fucking stellar. I definitely also think this is a ship that centers on Hiyoko, which in and of itself is sort of fun. Danganronpa fans HATE her. But women LOVE her 😏

Mahiru/Hiyoko/Sato: Basically Canon. I'm biased about this because Mahiru/Sato is my real True SDR2 OTP and I consider both it and Mahiyoko to be Basically Canon on their own. But ALL TOGETHER. BOTH IN LOVE WITH MAHIRU. You know that tumblr post that's like "superhero and supervillain but theyre both friends with the same civilian so when their buddy invites them all out together as civilians they just have to silently seethe at each other across the table"? Yeah

Chiaki/Natsumi: Fine. This. And I'm going to be exposing a lot of things about myself as a person here so everyone just be cool. This is a kismesistude. And I will leave it at that.

Mikan/Natsumi: HELL YEAH. This might only appeal to a niche audience but hear me out, okay. You know yakuza mangas that are like. Oh No I Am A Sad Abused Young Woman/Twink Who Has Been Sold To/Become The Caretaker Of A Child In/Married Into/Reincarnated Into/Otherwise Somehow Become Involved In The Yakuza! im so frightened! what does this mean yakuza want with me!! a heart of gold?! could it be??? oh but because of my abuse i feel like i dont deserve this but through this yakuzas unrelenting instant love for me and very violent vengeance upon my abusers and also some gang drama to force us into compromising situations will i be forced to learn self esteem through the power of love?? THATS WHAT I WANT FROM THEM. THATS THE AU IVE WRITTEN IN MY HEAD. AND ALSO WAY OF THE HOUSE HUSBAND AU

#asks #anon #mod hangout #mod ships #talk to the mod #chiasumi #natsumiki #mahiyobuki #mahisatoyoko

[thedarkcoven]

Yaaaaaaaaay struggling time for about 5 days for my family to try to figure out how to get some food until the third... Already checked food pantries around. They're closed and they will give food to us we can't cook cause we went through them before (We live in a hotel and have been for a year + now) and we only have a small ass mini fridge so the food would go to waste before we can even think of touching it. I am 20+ weeks pregnant and has a 3 year old and my husband is type one diabetic. We have some sides (the like pasta and rice packets) but that's not gonna last us. Could someone PLEASE donate something to us or at least share? We were supposed to be getting paid more but the person who did our paperwork fucked it all up and we aren't getting it until the third. So please could someone help or at least share? :/ Donate to our PayPal ( toxikinsanity89 ) so we can get some food? Id be very grateful! <3 Also if anyone gives me negative comments of any kind you will be blocked. If you do not know my story what I'm going through atm then please keep your judgements to yourself. -The reason we are homeless is because our apartment was falling apart and was infested. We kept telling the new "landlords/slumlords" (turns out they didn't have their licenses) and he kept refusing to fix anything or to sign the papers that the Department of Social Services was providing to have them sign so they could get payed but kept denying yet wanted to keep bugging us for money (legally we had the right to not pay them because when he took over as the new "landlord" he kept refusing to sign legal papers). Well someone had called CPS on us (We believe it was the woman who was helping me with motherhood stuff cause NY state has that type of program for new mothers/expecting mothers and families BECAUSE it was fishy she asked "Well why not CPS They have a preventative case and they'll help ya with things you need and if you're homeless you'll be in a home in no time!" and then as soon as we got moved out she stopped being my worker....) so they came in we told them what was happening and they even got proof for us to back us up from the "landlords" and the government (Department of Social Services) moved us into a hotel then moved us into a shelter and now we are back in the hotel we were before and have been homeless for a bit over a year now... So that is why i say if you don't know my story of why we are homeless with kids please keep the negative comments to yourself because DSS is only giving us a homing budget of $650-700 for rent.... for a family of 4 (about to be 5) people... yet they think that will still help us with the situation we are in (Apartments here in NY are for like 800+; and the ones in our budget is studio and asking for only one person to move in) . Sorry if none of this makes sense/sounds scrambled. We are kind of in panic mode and stressed plus I have adhd brain and trying to explain everything I can all at once for you guys to better understand

#homeless family #thedarkcoven #struggling family #we arent getting paid until the third #gonna be struggling for about 5 days #if you cant help please reblog/share #no we dont have cashapp

[ssreeder]

waaaAAAHHHH sreedie I’m so fucking pumped for this chapter you have no IDEA

jee out here crushing rasu’s hopes and dreams like the perfect grumpy uncle he is <3

rasu is the emotional fallout catcher and I love him for that

wheezing that katara’s most pressing concern when seeing zuko for the first time is THIS BITCH HAS HAIR??

zuko please why is your fight or flight response fucked up enough to become fight or insult the person trying to help you.

oh shit wait does zuko think katara is sokka???

yeah zuko definitely thinks she’s sokka lmao it’s giving major head injury

ugh NO just let sokka see zuko I hate it here

BUT ALSO!!! big win that iroh can tell the boys that zhao is dead at some point (it better be sooner rather than later, right sreedie??)

AT LEAST AZULA ISNT IN BA SING SE it’s the little victories lads, the itsy bitsy ones

also can sokka PLEASE tell SOMEBODY about the bending suppressants I’m like super concerned about that

aaaaaang not the yue bomb T-T

dude. the fact that aang has suffered so much loss- I can’t anymore

BATO T-T not zuko’s “glowing personality”

god I love chang he takes No shit whatsoever

I’m sorry but bato saying ara “had some issues” is such an understatement, why does this man have such a comedic thought process. he really said I do not want to touch This with a 10ft pole

LMAO pls it would be so funny if bato did end up kissing chang (especially if it’s accidental)

loving bato in his damage control era

CHANG “now that things are awkward I’m gonna go” T-T my guy said TOODLES

ah yes, return of the penis fingers trauma from the good old days <3

HES AWAKE and immediately making innuendoes

trust that jet decides to expose sokka while on his deathbed I shouldn’t have expected any less from him

AZULA

I love mai <33333333

sreedie WHO has been leaving you negative comments and WHERE can I find them (not bc I wanna defend you or anything haha not like I still care about you even though we’re divorced haha I HATE you actually)

anyways I’ve been ROBBED???!?!? wHere was my zukka reunion >:(((

sreedie it better be soon bc I’m losing my whole mind… but yes very very vibrating-out-of-my-seat about the potential of a zuko and chang reunion too :3 (if you kill chang I will throw a rock through your window and smash all your lightbulbs)

LOVE HATE YOU HEAPS <3

LEEEEEKKKKIIIIIEEEEE

the time has come I release your ask into the void and am no longer able to stare at it and giggle when I see all your silly but so satisfying words. (I’m sorry this one is so much later than the rest my life is enjoying kicking me around and I’m too tired to fight back)

Ok sooo…. I love/hate you let’s DO THIS!

I feel like Zukos hair was more important than his redemption arc so yes it must be acknowledged by everyone almost immediately haha.

I hate it here too leekie let’s move fuck the ending of this fic let’s do a new one

I think I just heard leekie is a Chang/bato shipper but it’s a trouple because lyns there so it’s a real party whoop whoop!

Zukka reunion is coming, its just probably…. Not….. next……. Chaoter………. Sorrrrrryyyy but SOON

I swear soon

Love ya

#I promise I’m trying to reunite them #& seriously it’s been like two days #since arriving at BSS #can you believe that shit?! #why do I do this to myself #I just wanna dove so deep into teauma and thoughts and ughhhhh #so annoying #I hate it here leekie let’s leave #anyway no one’s being mean to me #I’m just sick of the random comments here and there with ‘feedback’ #like nahhhhh dude didn’t ask for it #this is FO FREE #F R E E E E E E #so chill #we all ar e just trying to have a good ol time #anyway leeks #you’re my fave #leekie tag #I miss you #come say hi soon #liab #ITF #ask

[r0-boat]

All this talk about clothing makes me want to write something for Cole so here you go:

Lonely Puppy

Oc!Cole x reader

Nsfw

Cw: the word breeding is mentioned but no breeding Kink

You left a while ago to spend time with your friends. Cheerfully telling Cole that you would only be gone for a few hours. The redhead was engrossed in the television in front of him, just to make a noise in response, waving his hand.

a pool of bitterness began to fill his heart. He couldn't help but glance back at that front door, every now and then paying less and less attention to whatever was on the screen.

His brows, a small groan escaping him. Has he always been this lonely? Little by little, his gut begins to fill with anxiety. His fingers dug into the arm of the couch.

'What are you doing out there with your friends?'

' What if you're in danger?'

' What if you never come back?'

He bit his knuckle, shaking his negative thoughts away. Letting out a sigh," that's enough television for today..." he mumbled, sulking up to the bedroom.

Curling himself up with the blankets hoping sleep would take him. he hadn't noticed he was on your side of the bed until.

Your scent...

Mate

His ruby eyes soften thoughts of you swimming in his mind.

Many thoughts.

Cole growls under his breath immediately sitting up after feeling his pants tightening.

" What am I doing? I'm a grown fucking man... They only left for an hour..."

His eyes land on a t-shirt....

Your shirt.

A shirt you often wear to bed, clinging to your otherwise naked body...

Cole breath grows heavy. His eyes burning holes into the fabric... Maybe just... One whiff...

.....

His back arches, his heels are digging into the soft mattress, his hand on his cock, his other clinging to that shirt for dear life as he presses it against his face drowning himself in your scent.

He couldn't help but take the fabric into his mouth only to let out a whine when he couldn't taste you.

"P-please...Please..." he babbles. "M-miss you..." he whines.

"breed you..." he snarls.

He couldn't help but hump into his hand pretending that he had mounted you, holding you down forcing you to take his fat throbbing cock. Wishing the shirt was your shoulder or neck. Tasting your sweet skin while taking in your scent. Fuck he missed you.

"Should have never let you go... Should have stayed here with me, in my bed, on my dick!"

"M-Make you so full!" Cole's hand begins to pump his cock as he becomes close. " Make you bedridden, hah! F-fuck! M-make you s-sore! I could take good care of you just don't leave!"

His hips speed up as his cries for you get louder.

Moaning your name as he shoots all over his stomach.

Only now he realized what he had done when he finally came down from his high letting out a breathless chuckle "Im so pathetic..."

...

It was when he finished loading the laundry his ears perk when he hears the door unlocking.

As you put your stuff on the kitchen table you feel strong arms wrap around you pulling you into his chest. You feel Cole's face press against your neck his deep breathing, his lips softly kissing you.

" Hi big guy did ya miss me~?" you ask playfully running your fingers along his arm.

he chuckle.

" It was nice and quiet." Cole laid his chin on your shoulder. " Soo... what did you get me~?"

#smut #oc:cole #oc x reader #little angst

[crying-pan420]

PART 2 OF CHOIRSONA INCORRECT QUOTES!

I think shippy ones start appearing here so if they are too incorrect or uncomfortable tell me and I’ll replace them!

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*Aria and Isaac playing minecraft*

Aria: Oh no, oh no, oh no-

Isaac: What’s wrong?

Aria: I did a thing.

Isaac: You regret the thing you dID-

Aria: *screams*

Isaac: What the fuck did you do- *sees mass of aggravated Piglin* Damn it-

Aria: *screams again*

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  Response to being told they’re the chosen one

Robin: I will not let you down.

Lemon: Sounds fun.

Calypso: K.

Emmy: No, I'm fucking not.

Isaac: Do I have to be?

Diego: Please god, I am so tired.

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  Lemon: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Aria: Okay.

Lemon: And make out during the scary parts.

Aria: Th-

Aria: The scary parts.

Aria: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

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  Lemon: Be careful, I thrive on negative attention.

  Robin: I just wanna be called cute 21/7.

Aria: Why no 24/7?

Robin: Snack breaks.

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  Lemon: We both look very handsome tonight.

Isabelle: You know, if you'd just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, "So do you."

Lemon: I couldn't take that chance.

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  Lemon: You have any sunscreen?

Robin: You can't get a sunburn from a bonfire—

Lemon: It's for my marshmallow ya dummy.

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  Robin: I saw you fall, saw the sinners lay on your corpses...

Lemon: Hey, what’s up with Robin?

Robin: I created you, made the pieces perfect, others marveled at your beauty… their gazes may have held envy, though, for none are perfect but you. I was only looking away for a moment, but you were gone. I had failed you. And I fell into despair. The only way to save myself was to create, but I knew… this time I knew I was only making you to die. And I apologize. For I will undoubtedly fail you again. For a short time, there will be peace and beauty, but none in the face of us shall lay undisturbed. The greatest have fallen, and will continue to fall, and I weep for you for being born unto this place, where brother eats brother, and the undeserving rise to fame. Those that have gone against you know they’ve wronged you, and they will stand before the creator, knowing they have sinned. Do not worry, little ones, you will be avenged.

Calypso: ...They made some rock towers and went somewhere else for twenty minutes and when they came back the rock towers were destroyed and people were sitting where the towers once were, so they were sad and made more rock towers.

Calypso, to Robin: Hey, who even is the creator? I thought you were an atheist!

Robin: SHUT THE HELL UP, CALYPSO! I’M TRYING TO BE DRAMATIC AND MYSTERIOUS!

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  Calypso: That’s the key slice of truth we need to complete the entire truth pie.

Huì yǐng: Ooh, can we get some actual pie?

Calypso: I like the way you think.

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 Juno: I'm a firm believer in "if you're going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly."

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  Seymour : You’re mean!

Sarah Marie: You’re meaner!

Seymour : Yeah, well, you’re ugly too!

Sarah Marie: You’re uglier!

Seymour : You’re a dumbass!

Sarah Marie: You’re a dumberass!

Seymour : You think “dumberass” is a good insult!

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  Isabelle: Someone care to explain why we have 6 dogs in our apartment?

Seymour : They're golden retrievers, dude. They retrieve gold. I did this for us.

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#rtc #rtc oc #rtc sona #choirsona #choirsona incorrect quotes #I’m sorry #I’m not done #expect more

[doodleybugg]

i. apologize for the inactivity guys. i had a rlly bad episode recently and although im back rn i can't promise how long i'll stay JDBDHD

ANYWAYS how about we have a little update? (triggering topics such as sh, ed, etc descriptions will be in red, bold text! i'll try to keep most of the negative stuff at the bottom but no promises :/)

so i forget how long i've been gone exactly, i remember logging in some rare occasions to like and reblog a couple posts but otherwise i've been extremely M.I.A (pun very much intended) and honestly that's been a bit stressful for me.

i've had a LOT of drama in classes. yeah that's right, ya girls in uni now! and i am failing SO BAD. it's rlly hard going to school everyday, like i hate it i just wanna go back to working at a shopping mall or smth lol. but hey the map of my cities kinda set up well, being the uni is right next to a lake, and on the other side is a parking lot w mcds, circle k, chatime, etc. and next to the parking lot, like legitimately across the street, is my house. i moved back in with my mom cuz rent was getting too steep, and honestly id rather be on the streets lol

probably the biggest update ihave; i'm a did system. i got the diagnosis early december, and with a shit ton of research and help from friends who have the disorder because the doctors are no help, i'm getting comfy with the label.

if you're not sure what did (disassociative identity disorder) is, it's basically a disorder which defines the presence of two or more different persons in your mind, alike to multiple personality disorder. again, i'm not a professional, and you'd think my doctor would have given me a run down on why it meant before he diagnosed be but here's how it went:

me: hey, so i haven't looked much into the subject, but my one friend who has did was telling me about their experiences and they lined up with a lot of mine. i think i might want to go about being tested

doc: mia. you don't need to get tested, it's already in your file. we've spoken about this before?

me: ...i don't think we have?

doc:

me: so you're saying you diagnosed me with did and didn't even tell me about it?

doc: well, at least you're aware now, right?

yeah. so that's two doctors i've gone through in the past three years. i didn't throw a stressball at this one, but fuck i wanted too!!

anyways, i guess i should introduce some of my alters :)

i'm mia (she.they.fae.), the host and little, i identify with how the body looks.

enzekai (he.they.it) is the co-host and caretaker, as well as the first alter i purposefully made. kai has many sources, but his main is actually an oc of mine, cairo!

and dwelle (it.she.boo) is our resident trauma holder and nonhuman. she formed recently while i was splitting and hasn't had much time in the front. her main sources are casper from girl in pieces and cassie from skins.

i'll give everyone a better intro but i'll save that for another post!

i have gotten absolutely zero progress done in my book, the toll it takes, and i find it harder and harder to write anything but immensely sad poetry anymore. on the rare occasions i can make up some headcanons but i don't think i'll be able to write any (good) fanfics for a while now, sorry

okay, onto the bad stuff. if anything listed is triggering or unappealing, please don't read ahead: ed (anorexia), sh (cutting, self sabatoge), anxiety and depressive thoughts, suicide mentions, death mentions, and otherwise explanations of feelings like abandonment and lonliness that while, in retrospect wasn't nearly as bad as i thought so, can still be upsetting just to read.

you've been warned

recently, as mentioned above, i've just gotten out of an episode; a bad one. by gotten out of, i mean i've attached myself to select people and depend entirely on them to keep me from self harming or starving. and that's completely unfair, so i've been trying to recover. my friend @my-elysian-love is helping me immensely to eat full meals and reminding myself that i don't deserve what i think i do. i'm so eternally grateful and i can never repay any of them back <3

before my choice to try recovering though, it was getting worse. i weighed 68 pounds at 19 years old. a couple nights ago, i've cut deeper than i ever have before, and i've been stuck with this sinking feeling in my stomach that i can't quite explain. i took out all my bad feelings on people i knew and loved, and when they finally held healthy boundaries and left me to my own devices so i couldn't hurt them, i took everything out on myself. i know, real remus lupin move haha.

but that wasn't fair. and even now i still feel bad, i still hate myself for what i said and did, for how i acted and it scares me how easily people are forgiving me. because i said some messed up shit while i was splitting, and that's not an excuse. and i just keep thinking it's only a matter of time before i blow up again, and maybe i'll be worse next time. maybe people won't come back, and i can't honestly blame them because i'm fucked. and as scared as i am, i'm grateful. or maybe it's just selfish. selfish because i just hate when nobodies around for me to love, to love me back. but i'm still terrified. it's hard to change up my thinking, but i'm trying. i'm trying rlly hard and i just hope that it's enough.

i'm a couple hours clean for self harm, and yesterday i didn't technically eat a full meal like i was supposed too (my older sister got mad at me and wouldn't let me eat anything). i had multiple cookies, a fruit roll up, two cups of tea, a packet of uncooked ramen noodles, a bite of a chicken finger and also i drank water! just water! for the first time in a while.

i hate that it took me fighting with everyone i loved to the point where i didn't even need to push them away anymore, they went willingly, and having multiple panic attacks in public restrooms to finally start on the road to recovery. it is so fucking hard, it's really hard. but fuck, it's worth it to see my friends happy. to not detect worry in their eyes and to believe it when @my-elysian-love says they love me (again i'm so sorry for spamming you aaa). it's worth it to finally eat cinnamon buns again, and drink tea with real sugar, not cal free sweetener. i get a shit ton less headaches cuz i don't constantly need to count cals anymore, and i haven't passed out of dehydration in 2 whole days. ik people without eds are probably like "wtf is this bitch on about?" and that's what i'm talking about. recovery is never the same as sobriety, but it's the next best thing. and i might still struggle with my body or cover up with baggy clothes sometimes but at least i'm alive to do so. cuz a while ago i was too close to death.

i attempted to kill myself again. this time by starving and eating a buncha pills. i'm lucky cuz it didn't work, and i'm still alive. i can only think of what would've happened if it didn't work. if the last. thing i did was tell someone i loved and cared about that i didn't care if they were dead. that the last thing i did was get mad at them for feeling for someone else the same way i felt for them. yk, bpd moments ✨. but i'm glad i lived to apologize and now i'm trying to recover. and ig that's all the updates i have rn

[goth-mothered]

Hey -- I don’t suggest anyone read under the cut it’s just me venting and stuff, because I don’t really have anywhere else to vent, so here I am. If you decide to do so anyway, there are trigger warnings below. Not that it matters, because I’m going to post privately, so hopefully no one / not too many people have to see it, but on the off chance tumblr fucks me over like it usually does when new features are added ... fuck, I wanna burn this hellsite down some days ! 

Tw: Overall negative little funk I’ve been in - I’ve been going through it my dude. drinking/alcohol mentions, mental illness mentions. 

I’ve not been okay for the last month, but it’s all come to a head the last few days. ( It always does though when I have a perfectly steady supply of whiskey or rum or something. )  Just thinking about the past: & all the friends I used to have here & some IRL ( but I don’t have the energy to talk about them ). I only really speak to one of them from here anymore, ( Not often - but they still exist ) ! The other three are either gone or so far removed from where I knew them from I can’t find them. Not that I want to, there’s a reason people move on. It’s selfish and stupid to think it was my fault, but ya know the paranoia and raging mental illness don’t fuckin help. Never really been good with change. Regardless, wherever they are currently chasing their bliss, I wish them the best. I’m a bit beyond asking myself the usual roll call of questions. Doubt the drinking helps it all if really want to own up to it.

Don’t get it twisted, I love, adore, and genuinely care for the friends in my life now and the new ones I’m making too ! I wouldn’t trade that for anything, but sometimes - those chapters I thought were shut from the past come creeping open again and it hurts all over same as it did all that time ago. I also know that I’m incredibly stand-offish and don’t often open up to new people, so maybe work on that. 

I need to get a grip, yeah. I know - but I had to let it out first. I think I’ll give it another day to cry it out and be sad and mopey. Fuck, I’m exhausted from trying to fake happy for everyone else around me. Could I please end this year in a little misery on my own ? Super edgy right ? Very Keith Urban - Tonight I wanna cry-ish. 

#( Can I please just pull it together ? ) #†• Mysterious and Spooky •† ( OOC. )

[ibringthepoptothecinema]

Just One Yesterday- Steddie Fic (Angst/Smut)

Warnings: internalised homophobia, angst, softish smut, slightly rough (mentions of genitals), possible disassociation and drug and alcohol use. 

STEDDIE ANGST/ SMUT So, no one asked me to write this but, I was listening to Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy and I had to write a little angsty/smutty Steddie fic to go with it. So, here ya go. Did I take the lyrics quite literally and far out of context? Yes. Is this a slight out of character fic? Also yes. Please give it a read, there's some delicious scenes in it!

Here’s a little sneak peak: “Come on, Stevie, tell me how I’m making you feel, I want to to hear you. I can already feel you, fuck, you’re so hard, you sweet thing.”

Just One Yesterday

This wasn’t the first time Steve cautiously headed to the trailer park in the middle of the night. He slowly walked around it, looking at each of the dull trailers, trying to get the visions of what happened here last year out of his mind. Eventually, as he had done the previous week, he made his way to Eddies trailer, walking up the steps and tapping on the door. It was just turning 2 am but he knew Eddie would be wide awake. At least, if he remembered Steve was coming. 

Of course Eddie had remembered, he had been pacing the trailer for a good 20 minutes, anticipating Steve's arrival. This was, he thought, the second or third time Steve had come to his place to smoke weed and drink. Well, definitely to smoke weed. The drinking usually happened naturally when both boys came down slightly from a delicious cocktail mix of the high of being alone together and of course, the marijuana. Still, it didn’t make Eddies anxiety any easier, he always felt slightly on edge in Steve's presence, always like he had to be on top form. They’d both seen each other at their worst, mentally and physically but even though that was pretty much over for now, the trauma was still there and poor Eddie still couldn’t shake the feeling he had to impress Harrington. Steve on the other hand didn’t feel he had to go as far as impressing Eddie. He had his own anxiety when it came to the the metal head, something he didn’t want to talk or think about. Not without being intoxicated. 

When Steve knocked on the door, Eddie waited a few seconds before frantically running over and opening it, a tremble in his hand as he did. 

“Right on time, as always Harrington, excited to see me, huh?” Eddie chortled as he stepped back slightly, opening the door to let him in.  

“Oh yeah, of course. I love being awake at 2 in the morning, I keep myself awake just to see you.” Steve replied, his voice dry, no hint of humour. His eyes were tired, bags heavy and fully formed under them. They both knew the real reason Steve was awake. The nightmares, the night terrors. Eddie suffered from them too. 

Steve walked to the sofa and sat down with the weight of the world on his shoulders. 

“Bad day, huh? Or, ya know, bad night?” Eddie questioned, his voice getting quieter as he scurried to his room to grab his carry container of drugs, potions and pills. Anything to numb both their brains that were equally full of torture and turmoil.

Eddie got a reply from Steve in the form of a grunt and a nod that he couldn’t see. Steve wasn’t much for talking this late at night anymore, not until he’d had a few hits of Eddie’s stupidly fat blunts. 

After a while, as the two boys sat on the sofa near each other (close but far enough that they weren’t touching), Steve let out a breathy laugh. “Never thought I’d be doing this with you Munson, we never even spoke to each other before you know…everything happened.” 

Steve waved a hand, the blunt between his fingers, the smoke circling around him. He seemed so blasé about it but Harrington was good at masking his feelings. Sometimes. 

“Yeah, well, here we are man, here we are.” Eddie replied, taking the blunt from Steve, putting it between his own fingers and taking a puff.

Eddie looked at Steve, looked at his blown out pupils, looked at the way his eyes were slightly glossed over. The weed was strong. Even for Eddie. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t stop looking at every inch of the other man that was visible to him. The moles on his neck that his sweater exposed, the outline of his thick, toned thighs in his stupid blue jeans. Every damn time he was over, Eddie would find himself staring. And every damn time Steve came over to his, they’d have a similar back and forth. 

‘Can’t believe we are doing this, look at us, huh.’

It was the same conversation recycled over and over. But it wasn’t just conversation. It was also the exchanged looks of longing between the pair. Equal on both sides. The same yearning. For something. For touch? For comfort? For intimacy? Hell, both Eddie and Steve separately thought that perhaps, just perhaps, they were both longing for each other. Neither of them had ventured further than an outrageous flirt or cheesy pickup line, though. But Eddie had taken on the role of the most scandalous flirt in Hawkins when in Steve's presence. Which came as a surprise to Steve at first. Everyone knew Steve was a flirt, he still was, given the chance. But this wasn’t his normal territory, this wasn’t his normal forte of wooing the ladies as the ‘King of Hawkins High.’ This was different, this was an exchange exclusive to him and Eddie. Eddie, a boy, a man, a goddamn demon from hell? Someone capable of making him feel the way he did? Well, Eddie must have had some sort of otherworldly power over him. It seemed that the grief shared by the both of them had brought hell’s rain pouring down on Steve in the form of the Munson Boy. Maybe he’d have to clip Eddie’s tiny wings, keep him from flying away. Isn’t it odd that that’s what he wanted, to keep him close, despite his reservations. 

After a while of silence, not awkward but stifling, Eddie grabbed some beers from the fridge and chucked one at Steve before he sat down and opened one for himself. Steve cracked his own open, causing a sizzling noise as the carbonation was let out the can, and took a sip before placing it between his thighs, an action Eddie didn’t miss. 

“So the cops after Chrissy and Vecna…did they…you know, did they say: ‘Anything you say can and will be held against you?’ Steve asked with a grin, holding both his hands up in a mock ‘drop your weapon’ pose. 

“Shit, Harrington, surely you know this, man?! They didn’t arrest me for what happened.” Eddie answered, handing the blunt back to Steve after picking it up from the ashtray, making Harrington lose his pose. Outside of their trailer meetings, the two didn’t talk much. Even after sharing the experience they did. 

“But wouldn’t it have been a perfect opportunity to crack out a good one liner?” Eddie replied, a grin just as stupid as Steve’s on his own face. 

Steve tilted his head in reply. Like a dog who had just heard an odd noise. “What’d you mean?” He asked

“Well, ‘anything you say can and will be held against you’…I should have said your name…if it meant you’d be held against me, pretty boy.” Eddie answered, taking a drag of his joint, laughing at his own joke. That was brazen, even for him. 

“Oh Jesus, what the hell was that Munson? Was that an attempt to flirt with me?!” Harrington groaned, going slightly tense at how normalised Eddie was making this situation seem. 

Before these shared nights with Eddie, Steve has never thought about flirting with someone of the same sex. At least, not in his recent memory. But a lot of his memories had been lost to injury or to trauma. Maybe his sexual preferences were filed away under the ‘Caution, do not open: Pandora’s box!’ section of his memories that had been lost. 

 “Who said anything about flirting, sweetheart? But, Yeah you’re right. If I wanted you held against me…well, I’d have other ways of making it happen..” Eddie suggested, not once breaking the gaze he had stuck on Steve. 

Steve finished the blunt off, exhaled and then sighed. He was curious as to what Eddie had meant. He could see him watching him. He could feel the tension in the room. He didn’t dislike it, really. But he didn’t how he fully felt or even how he should feel. 

Having now finished his can of beer, he grabbed another one Eddie had set on the floor, opened it, took a large glug of it and placed it once again between his thighs. 

“Fuck, Eddie, you can’t quit running your mouth, can you?” Steve laughed, looking straight at Eddie’s lips. Whether on purpose or not, it had happened and he couldn’t take the glance back. 

Eddie noticed. He held back a grin, opting to run a hand through his curls, to try and ground himself. But Instead of coming off as calm and collected, he actually got a clump of his hair caught in one of his chunky rings that he wore everyday. He wore them everyday. Every fucking day. And right now was when this had to happen?! 

“Ow, fuck..shit, Jesus Christ.” He cried, trying to pull his hand away, causing himself more pain. 

“Eddie stop tugging at it!” Steve pleaded, a laugh obvious in his voice. He thought he’d have a break from babysitting duty tonight but here he was, trying to stop Eddie from scalping himself.

Steve moved closer to him, moving the half full can in his lap to the floor. They were now both next to each other, close, thighs touching, body heat mingling. 

“Let me do it, stop moving.” Steve demanded, raising his hands up to meet Eddie’s own clumsy one, slowly untangling the boy from his own web of hair. Once the hair was freed from the ring prison, Steve brought Eddie’s hand down from his head. But instead of letting his grip go, he held on, running his thumb gently over the offending rings then ever so slowly, he ran the pad of his thumb over Eddie’s knuckles, refusing to make eye contact with him. 

“What was it you said you wanted held against you?” Steve asked, his voice breathy, shaking. 

“You. I’d ask for you, I’d say your name, if I’d known you then like I think I do now. Theres nothing else I could think to say, nothing worth it anyway.” Eddie replied.

 Moving his hand away from Steve’s grip, he lifted the other boys head up, his thumb and pointer finger hooked under his chin. Steve had no choice but to make eye contact now. And he could see that Eddie was now looking in the same direction he had done earlier, eyes laser focused on his lips. 

“You’d only say my name? So…say it. Only say my name..” Steve whined, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“Come on man, now who’s the one running their mouth?” Eddie smiled, still holding Steve’s head up so their gaze didn’t break.

 Steve looked down but didn’t pull away. Eddie thought for a while, feeling out the atmosphere in the room before taking his hand and placing it on the back of Steve’s head, pulling him close, snaking his hand through the perfectly styled mane of hair. 

“Steve.” He said simply. “Steve.”

Steve pulled away, gently and stood up, stretching. He reached his arms over his head, his sweater raising, exposing a small line of flesh for Eddie to gaze upon as he sat dumbfounded on the sofa, staring up at Steve. Eddie thought Steve was going to walk away, out of the trailer, into the night. If Steve had left and spilled his guts, the world wouldn’t ever look at Eddie the same way. This small town already hated him. This small town that bred small minded people. Small minded people that already wanted him out. Add being a queer into the mix? Well, Eddie could already see the glow of their pitchforks. He didn’t care. But others did. 

But Steve didn’t leave. Surprisingly. 

Instead, after running the scenario in his head multiple times and taking a deep breath, Steve came back over, standing in front of a sat down Eddie. Steve bent down slightly, still towering over him and placed one arm behind the long haired boy, resting it on the on the back of the old sofa they had been sat together on. Eddie immediately sat up right, almost to attention and moved slightly further to the edge of his seat. He looked up into Steve’s eyes, his own changing into something he himself wasn’t used to. Almost like his pupils had fully dilated and taken over the iris, his already dark eyes now taking on the colour of a late, winters night. Maybe he’d turned submissive. Probably not. 

With one hand still resting behind Eddie, Steve now took his free hand and snaked it behind Eddie’s head, mimicking Eddie’s own moves from before. His fingers tangled into the perfect little perm below him, his nails grazing over the delicate skin on Eddie’s head. 

Eddie’s mouth was slightly slack, he was very rarely speechless. He really thought Steve was going to set him up and then leave. Others had done it to him before.  But here he was still, under his grasp. 

Finally, Steve went in for the kiss, Eddie’s eyes fluttering closed almost instantly. But still, Eddie knew that even being physically below Steve, he could still take control. So, he scraped his teeth over Steve’s bottom lip, pulling it out, letting go and then licking gently over the bitten and slightly raw skin, making Steve open his mouth so Eddie could let his venomous tongue explore. That movement earned a gasp from Steve as he moved his hand from behind Eddie’s head. His hand was now hungrily grabbing anything of Eddie’s he could get purchase on. The back of his head once more, his shirt. Fuck, even his hair. Harrington was now straddled on top of the metal heads lap, his knees bent under him, his thighs either side of Eddie’s. Their crotches were dangerously close to each others, clashing with every subtle movement. But Eddie was still always in control of the kiss, of the situation.

He once more slipped his tongue over Steve’s lips into his hot, wet, needy mouth. Steve let out a delicious moan, his pulse quickening, his hands moving frantically. He needed something to ground him, he could feel himself floating, his body aching, craving more and more contact. He wanted to be consumed by this demon, this angel, whatever the hell Munson was. It was so hard for Steve to control himself, he could feel Eddie hum a diabolical moan into his mouth. The vibration reaching the back of his throat, making his whole body tingle with anticipation and biblical desire. Their foreheads clashed, sweat making their hair stick to each others skin. Wasn’t this just a perfect representation of them losing themselves in each other? Mingling, intertwining. Becoming one. Giving themselves over to their basic animal instincts, to unholy desire.  

Eddie was trying to find a place to put his own hands. He decided to move one away from Steve’s neck and snaked it up the front of the rich boys sweater. Eddie fumbled manically, his knuckles forming bumps underneath the fabric, raising it up slightly. He scratched at Steve’s skin with his nails, hard, fast, unrelenting. 

“Fuck, Eddie, you’re gonna leave a mark.” Steve complained, sucking in a moan through his teeth. 

Eddie chuckled into the kiss and continued to fumble for an erogenous zone. He found it when Steve bucked forward slightly, his grip tightening in Eddie’s hair. Eddie then knew for certain that he’d definitely found it. 

“Oh, you like that, hmm? You like me touching you there, you like me making you fall apart? All from me touching you just a little bit.” Eddie asked, his voice like velvet as his thumb circled Steve’s hard nipple under his sweater. 

Steve nodded in reply, not able to form words from a mixture of pleasure and disbelief at what was happening. 

“Use your words, sweetheart, you can do it. You’re the one who wanted me to say your name ya know, so I was held against you and all that.” Eddie gasped for air, laughing gently as he pulled away from the kiss, one hand still under Steve’s sweater, the other dropping to run up and down his thigh. He looked at the other boys lips, they were bright pink, glossy with saliva and puffy. Eddie internally commended himself for making Harrington look like this.

“Come on, Stevie, tell me how I’m making you feel, I want to to hear you. I can already feel you, fuck, you’re so hard, you sweet thing.”

Steve had never been called Stevie or any other pet name before. Not during moments like this anyway. But now wasn’t the time to bring it up. Instead, he looked down at Eddie, his hair dropping into his eyes. “It feels so fuckin’ good. Keep…fuck, just keep touching me there, please Ed-.” Steve was cut off as Eddie pulled his thumb away from his tender nipple, out from under Steve’s sweater. Eddie reached his now free hand up to Harrington's face, ran his thumb over his cheek, then gently down to his mouth, over his bottom lip, eventually pushing it through his teeth and flat on to his tongue. 

“It’ll feel better if it’s wet, most things do.” Eddie explained as he watched as Steve took his thumb in his mouth. “Get it nice and wet, don’t be shy, darlin’” He coxed, encouraging Steve to suck his thumb harder. Steve was good at doing what he was told. That was making the fact Eddie was getting increasingly more erect harder to hide. Although there wasn’t much hiding going on from either of them. Both men were rock hard against each other. Once Eddie was satisfied with Steve, he pulled his thumb out of his mouth with a *pop* and commenced his duty of circling Steve’s nipple, not stopping until Steve was almost breathless. He was a mess, a whimpering mess. Made even worse when Eddie decided to nip, roughly with his teeth, at the delicate flesh on Steve’s neck. That nearly tipped poor Stevie over the edge. Fuck, the moans he was making nearly tipped Eddie over the edge. 

“Eddie, stop…stop...please, just for...ah fuck, just for one minute.” Steve panted, pulling back slightly. He was finally coming back down to earth, reality hitting him hard. 

Eddie stopped immediately. He wasn’t going to push Steve over the edge. Not tonight. 

“You okay, big boy?” Eddie asked, trying to lighten the mood, while still carefully looking over Steve’s expression. “We can stop, is that what you want?” He asked gently. Steve genuinely looked on the verge of tears as he nodded and got off Eddie’s lap. “Steve, was this too much?” Eddie asked. He adjusted himself, pulling the fabric of his tight black jeans around his dick. Anything to ease the friction and restriction. 

Steve did the same, pulling the fabric of his jeans, his hard cock begging for a little less restraint. 

“Eddie…I don’t know. I don’t even know what that was.” He admitted, shaking his head, standing in front of Eddie who was still sat on the sofa. “I have to go, I gotta go.” He said quickly, fumbling to check if his keys were in his back pocket. 

Eddie got up, went over to Steve and placed a hand on his arm. “Woah, let’s talk about this Harrington, yeah?”

“Oh, it’s Harrington again now? Eddie just leave it, I’m gonna head home, I gotta take Dustin to camp tomorrow.” Steve lied, pulling away from Eddie. He just wanted to get out of here. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t love every minute of what had just happened. But what had just happened should never have. This wasn’t who Steve was. He was fine with Robin being gay, it didn’t involve him. He was fine with anyone being gay. But not himself.

“You think this was a mistake then?” Eddie asked, his fake confidence in the trash. He looked down at the floor, looking at his feet as he shuffled anxiously. 

“We can pretend it never happened?” He laughed, pitifully. He was right back where he was when he’d first started getting with guys. It would always end in them saying ‘it was a mistake’. That ‘it should never have happened’. ‘Don’t ever fucking tell anybody that it did, Munson or I swear to God.’ All those words from previous guys came flooding back to Eddie as he watched Steve walk to the door. This wouldn’t be the first time Steve had driven his car home drunk and or high.

“Remember yesterday when this hadn’t happened? When none of this had happened? Well, I would trade all of my tomorrows for just ONE yesterday.” Steve said, the words coming out meaner than intended as he opened the door to the cold night air. Steve had twice the heart of any person Eddie had ever met, those words stung him just as much as they did Eddie. But, he had to make himself the bad guy, had to have a reason to leave. 

“Well look at us, Harrington, haven’t we royally fucked up a good thing? I guess fucking shit up and letting people down is my thing, baby.” Eddie quipped, feigning little confidence in his voice as he watched Steve leave the trailer and walk to his car. 

Steve had heard Eddie but had no words to reply to him. If he was more open with himself, he’d give Eddie all his love. But he just couldn’t face the love being taken all away when things would inevitably go wrong. The world wasn’t built for people like them. That’s what he thought, right now, at least. 

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[wulfstarbane]

𓃢 🦴Greetings!🦴 𓃢

So like I have no idea how this works but hello ⁉️⁉️

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[tonya-the-chicken]

“There's very little happiness in having him back in the family” just popping in to say Nah don’t agree especially when we look back on how the family was negatively affected by Touya’s “death” I think there would be happiness in having him back and alive even if it is in jail!

The most important thing is that I won't be happy because this is such an unrealistic approach that I just wanna puke. Like, mate, if your family member committed mass murder, almost caused the death of other family members, never showed regret for anything and at the top of that joined the organisation that plummeted your country into civil war, will you be fucking happy?

Like, sure, this is fiction so everyone will hug at the end and be like "we love you so much" but in real life at some point, you won't feel anything but visceral disgust and dissapointment and guilt. And you will have to live with the fact that your son/brother did all that and everyone knows that and it will be brought up and it will be brought up and at some point, you'll start wishing he would be better off dead. Outside Enji, no one even did anything to deserve this shit

And, like, Touya never showed any sympathy for his victims and he never showed any sympathy for his friends. He manipulates, he kills and he doesn't give a fuck. And if all of a sudden in the last pages of manga he would be like "oh actually there's so much good at me" like he wasn't planning to kill his brother and his dad a moment ago, I will really be disgusted

I am so tired of unempathetic self-centred characters getting forgiven when they did literally nothing to deserve forgiveness. Like, sure, go eat udon with your bro who tried to kill ya, outside that unfortunate event he is a very nice person (no). It's fascinating to me that Dabi can attempt the murder of his family members and destabilise the entire country and people are eager to forgive him while Endeavor abused his family and has to go through an entire redemption arc and people still don't want this shit. No, redeem the mass murderer!!!

Also, everyone was really happy in the hospital scene when they *checks notes* were overwhelmed with guilt and Enji was crying his eyes out. I didn't even say there was "no happiness", but "very little". But, you know, they could have healed without him coming back to life. In fact, they started moving forward when he appeared and fucked up the entire country with his friends and only magic saved Rei from relapse (jk she is strong and we are proud of her)

Honestly, all of this is my preference, not an analysis of characters. Sure, Horikoshi doesn't have to do realism but if Shouto talks about inviting him to udon one more time, I am killing someone. Because I don't like this pretentious shit. You can disagree to the moon and back and have a shitton of very valid arguments but here's a thing - I just don't like this. I don't want to see everyone happy to see their murderous son/brother. If he is to survive I hope everyone is very sad. Because it's my preference and I hope people will finally stop telling me they disagree, like, c'mon 🙏🙏🙏 I am allowed to have my personal opinions please and thank you

#asks #bnha #bnha manga spoilers #probably need to learn to reply shorter but I keep on overexplaining myself