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bisexualbard-writes · 6 months

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Ella Enchanted AU where Kim has to do whatever he's told to do :)

OH SHIRLEY I LOVE YOU. Ella Enchanted MY BELOVED. So. I think Kim would Not Respond Well to being compelled to do whatever he's told. And by that I mean there are two Theerapanyakul recluse brothers in this story.

Kim hides away from everyone except his brothers. He's practically considered a ghost, most people who work in the compound think he's a ghost, the other half doesn't think he exists at all. Before his mother died, she told him not to tell anyone of his obedience affliction for fear it would be exploited.

It gets exploited anyway by Korn. His father commands him with a smile and a soft word and sends Kim on dangerous missions he's literally not allowed to refuse. Kim tries to hide from him, but then his father told him he wasn't allowed to avoid him. The best thing he can do is just try and avoid everyone else.

His brothers are the exception. They always try and make sure that they're asking him to do things, and if they accidentally give him a command Kim can yell at them and they'll change the command into a suggestion.

His only refuge is his music. He adopts the persona of WIK and releases his music on YouTube, but he never takes WIK beyond the four walls of his room. He can't even IMAGINE being a celebrity out in public. Fans scream the most ridiculous things, and even a single "wik, have my babies!" would ruin him. Thank goodness he doesn't have to obey the comments he sees written on his videos.

One day a new bodyguard starts, and Kim avoids him like the rest. But then the new bodyguard lures Tankhun out of the tower, and Kim is delighted for his brother and also kinda jealous and grumpy.

Then one day, a kid is allowed to just wander the compound and accidentally finds his way up to KIm's rooms. Kim doesn't have time to get his soundproof headphones or kick the kid out before he's flailing and saying, "hecking shit, I didn't know you lived here Wik, please be my guitar tutor!"

Which is a command, and Kim is really disgruntled by that, but he can't not obey.

So he tutors the kid, Chay, and he tries to keep it as short as possible, but then Chay tells him to stop and listen to his song. So Kim has to do that then. But then... Kim really shouldn't be spending time with this fan, but...but his music is lovely. And Kim isn't going to admit it anytime soon... but he might be lonely.

And Chay's not dumb, he realizes Kim's a shut in, or there's something clearly wrong with him. Sometimes Chay can't find him, and then when he reappears he's extra grouchy. Sometimes he's hurt. But he also seems happy to hang out with Chay. And when Chay suggests they go out into the world, Kim agrees! (because "please, P'Kim, let's go to the movies" is technically a command.)

But Kim is finding he doesn't mind being ordered around by Chay. He should probably avoid Chay, it's risky going out into the world, especially in public with other people and without someone who knows about his afflection. But oh no, it's the curse, he can't help but spend time with this cute boy.

But Korn takes notice that Kim has been distracted recently. He commands Kim to tell Chay he was just playing with him and that he never wants to see Chay again. Kim screams at his father, and is commanded to speak politely. He tries to attack Korn and is commanded to never let Korn come to harm. Kim tries to destroy his father's office but is commanded to stop throwing a tantrum and respect his father.

Kim has no choice but to obey.

He leaves Chay like he does in canon, walking away while Chay is on the ground crying.

He thinks that's it. Kim locks himself away again, not opening the door for the staff or his brothers or anyone. The only one who can get in his Korn, and that's because Kim is forced to pay him his respects. But then he gives Kim another command: A coup is happening soon. Find Chay, bring him as leverage.

Kim dreads this and resists as much as he can, but he's compelled to go. He finds Chay at hum bar. The only thing is, he also finds his uncle's men there. Part of brining Chay to his father means keeping Chay alive, right? So he fights off his uncle's men.

In this version Chay turns around and sees Kim fighting for him. After Kim wins, Chay throws himself into Kim's arms, which is a blessing and a curse because he gets to be close to Chay but also he's one step closer to bringing him to Korn. Kim draws out the conversation as long as he can.

Chay: You kept me safe? Kim: I wanted to. Chay: You broke my heart though Kim: I had no other choice.

But eventually the curse fights him and he slowly brings Chay back to the compound, trying to delay at every moment. Chay can tell something is wrong, Kim is physically fighting for something, but he doesn't understand what.

Kim brings Chay to Korn before Porsche and Kinn get there. His father has a different plan now, keep Chay locked up with his mother. It's leverage over both Porsche AND Kim.

Kim refuses to help. He's not going to let that happen, not under his watch. He's not allowed to resist though, and he feels like his body is going to tear itself apart. Chay holds him tight as Korn keeps giving orders and Kim screams and shakes and falls apart and builds himself anew. His determination and Chay's help break the curse. Finally, Kim rises, shakey on his feet but whole again. Korn: Don't hurt me Kim. You cannot hurt me. Kim: I do what I want

And then he kills Korn.

After that he and Chay have a lot to talk through, but it's much easier now that Kim's lips aren't magically sealed.

(send me a trope, maybe one you hate, and I'll attempt to kimchay it)

#bard writes #ask game #kimchay #ella enchanted au

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gurlbesimpin · 1 year

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do you write for star wars?

can u do han solo hcs sfw and nsfw

sure! i think han is so hot omg

SFW:

we all know, han can be cocky- i mean he is the definition of cockyness, however he'll warm up to you a little. emphasis on little- most likely your relationship starts after he realizes his more-than-confusing feelings towards you. He'll ask luke and even chewie for advice even though he is considered a ladies man. for the longest time, he was what people call a fuckboy, but with you it seems different, his goal isn't just to get into your pants, but something more. something...romantic?

he'll invite you for nights out to the cantina, paying for all your drinks and will even offer you an all exclusive ride on his baby, the millennium falcon. He'll take you out to buy anything and everything you could want, and ever wanted. He'll spoil you rotten just to get on your sweet side. He really, doesn't. know. how. to. do this in a considerably "normal" way? he'd only get girls/boys with money or the promise of a free ride, but that's it. nothing serious.

once things between you evolve into an actual relationship, he calls himself the luckiest man alive. Will wake you every morning with a sweet kiss

he loves to hang out and just- talk.

loves cuddling, even thought he might not seem like the type to like it much. he secretly does, you'll find him nuzzling up against you when you fall asleep

will try cooking for you, but fails and will just take you out for dinner

many, many cantina dates

will teach you how to fly the millennium falcon

loves when you wear his clothes, and i mean LOVES

he's the type of guy who you'll ask for 5 bucks, and he'll give you 100. He's extra okay? but damn, you love it

still a little cocky though, will brag about all kinds of things and will pretend not to care too much about you around others- but you know that it's far from the truth

NSFW:

big dick. 8 inches, a little hair maybe, also girth- the girth is amazing.

And yes- if h catches you drooling over his bulge he'll bring the classic "like what you see?" if it was anyone else you'd slap them- but with han it's just different

this man studied eating pussy/sucking cock, like- he has a dam degree in it. he'll make you squirm and scream his name within a minute

is a tease- like a huge tease. he'll realize you're cumming and he'll just- stop or slow down. all for the slight satisfaction he gets out of seeing the annoyance in your eyes

will then proceed to annihilate your poor senses. he'll suck/lick/fuck the best he can until you cum at least twice in a row

but dont think he doesn't like receiving- oh no.

when you suck his thick cock, his hands will most likely find leverage on your head, forcing you further down onto his tasty cock

he loves seeing and feeling you choke around him

loves cumming down your throat, will also praise you on how good you are for swallow, but wont hate you for spitting out every one and awhile

han has a plethora of kinks, some include:

degration {mainly towards you}: will call you a cumslut, a desperate whore, dirty boy/girl

daddy kink

bondage {both}

orgasm denial {you}

spanking {you}

choking {mostly you, but he'll let you choke him if you top him, which is rare}

hair pulling {his}

very slight, humiliation

voyerism {loves watching you masturbate}

will 100% fuck you on the millennium falcon every one and awhile

#star wars #han solo #han solo x reader #han solo smut #han solo imagine #harrison ford

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previousloversandmuses · 1 year

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FREQUENCY: Episode 4 - A Solider Boy Story

FREQUENCY: A Soldier Boy Story

EPISODE 4: “Virginia Woolf”

WORD COUNT: 4815

PAIRING: Soldier Boy X Reader

WARNINGS: (NSFW) Foul language. Mentions of, and graphic depictions of sex. TRIGGER WARNING: Offensive slurs. Violence, depression, and mentions of suicide.

A/N: This story is dark, and covers mature themes. The main character, as well as other major characters, are offensive in nature, and may offend some people. Please peruse with caution, and remember that this is fiction. Reader discretion is advised. Please message me for any questions, comments, or concerns.

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No but seriously, if you're easily offended, this episode is not for you. Please remember that I am a writer, and the things my characters say are not my personal beliefs.

John was the closest thing I had to a romantic partner. We would have sex, he’d complain to me about something, and then I’d beg him to get revenge on Vought. We both understood each other well, and knew the other person's likes and dislikes. I knew what pissed him off more than anything, and he knew niche things like I didn’t like mustard. I knew he was unbeatable, and he knew that I was breakable. That was in comparison to Maeve, obviously.

We would be fucking, his hot, suped up skin slapping into mine with unrelenting fervor. I wouldn't just feel him in my cervix, no; I’d feel my bones rub against each other, I’d hear my joints brace for impact as they tried desperately not to shatter. My fingers would grip whatever surface I was closest to. I’d hopelessly try and grasp for some sort of leverage, my knuckles popping, and turning a stark shade of white as I clenched tighter, and tighter as he pierced into me from behind.

I’d be too overwhelmed to speak. Choking on screams, the breath being stolen from my lungs. He would get so into it, he’d forget how fragile I was in comparison to him. I’d try to pry myself out of his strong grasp, flopping myself down onto the mattress like a fish out of water. He’d pull away then, letting me go, and admiring his painting of broken capillaries on my asscheeks. I’d be bruised for weeks on end. One time I had to go to the hospital. A nurse asked what I did to myself, I told her I fucked The Homelander. She laughed, and said, “good one.”

I remember he and I getting into a big fight because he used to follow me around town when I would’nt answer his phone calls. I told him he had no right to put a leash on me, and if he wanted to do that then he could just ask me to be his, and we’d call it a day. He never wanted that commitment though. And if I’m being honest with you, neither did I. To get back at me for ignoring him he started fucking Stormfront. The Nazi. Yeah, I saw that one coming. When she died he came crawling back.

I stood by my open door on my balcony, wearing nothing but a pair of underwear. He knelt below me, his arms wrapped around my waist, resting on top of my ass like a shelf. He smashed his face into my lower stomach, placing gentle kisses, and speaking into me. He was begging me to forgive him. I gazed off into the distance, acting angry with my arms crossed over my chest, pouting. But if I’m being honest with you, I never felt more powerful than in that moment. The strongest man in the world begging for my forgiveness? I gave in very easily to that one.

I stayed up all night last night worrying about SB. Should I just tell Ama? Should I be honest, and let her know I’m housing an enemy of the state on her property? What if she didn’t buy the love story? What if she kicked us out, and I couldn’t get my revenge on Vought? What if John finds out, comes to find me, and kills everyone in his path, including my super weapon? There would be laser burns in the earth from here to timbuktu.

See, in the beginning I was NOT planning on referring to SB as my boyfriend, or partner, or whatever. I didn’t even think that far ahead. In fact, I’m not even sure what I was going to refer to him as when the time came. But now that I’m here, and now that she has assumed that we’re an item, I guess there is nothing else I can do. He would be my fake boyfriend, and I would be the awkward girlfriend who didn’t like showing physical intimacy. I’m sure that wouldn’t be too hard to believe.

I mean, I could show physical intimacy with him, I could try, at least. But hell, I barely knew how to show it with someone like John, and he's been seeing me naked for almost four years now.

I roll out of bed with a groan. I definitely didn’t get enough sleep. I open the blinds, and squint as the beaming morning shines in on me. High UV index, I think, or, I feel. Sunscreen is definitely a must. Looking out the window, I smile as a few of the res kids run around, spraying each other with a garden hose. That joy is short lived as I turn to see Soldier Boy SITTING NEXT TO FIVE OTHER UNASSUMING ADULTS, AND HAVING GOD KNOWS WHAT KIND OF CONVERSATION WITH THEM HOLY FUCK-

I scramble out of my bedroom, tripping over the pillows I piled onto the floor last night before I fell asleep. I rush over to the front door, only to catch myself in the reflection of the microwave. Yeah, let's not go outside in underwear and a skimpy tank top. I bactrack into the bedroom, sliding on a pair of jeans, and a bra. I trip over the pillows one more time on my way out.

“Good morning, sunshine!” Ama beams from a beach chair set up next to SB. He turns around to see me, as does everyone else in the area.

Five different people come up to hug me, and say hello. I gracelessly return the gesture. Why does everyone here insist on touching me? I almost faint as a small toddler runs towards me with sticky fingers. Thank God someone lifts him up before he can get close. He smells like maple syrup. It makes me nauseous. I fucking hate kids.

“I didn’t realize everyone woke up so early around here.” I mumble, moving over to an empty chair in the circle of adults.

“I would've thought you’d be a light sleeper.” Ama taunts.

“I usually am,” I respond. I turn to SB now, taking in his expression and overall vitals. He's calm, that's good, I think. “How did you sleep?” I ask him, squinting my eyes in his direction.

“Well, thanks. What about you?” He beams. Bastard.

Like shit, I think.

“Peachy.” I say, smiling back. I roll my eyes as I look off into the distance. This was going to be a long three months.

Some of the other people begin to walk off back to their homes. Ama goes to wrangle her son and her boyfriend. I look up at her.

“Where is everyone going?” I ask.

“Most of us are going to get our day started. Feel free to tag along or chill out here, I don’t really care.”

“Awesome. I think we will probably get our bearings today. Maybe next time though.” I say stiffly, with a synthetic smile.

She smiles back at me as she walks over to her trailer.

I sit uncomfortably, gripping the chair's armrests. He turns to me slowly with a raised eyebrow.

“Are you always this awkward?” He asks.

I whip my head over to him, slightly offended.

“I’m not that awkward.” I defend.

“Right…” He drags. “And I’m twenty five.”

I scoff at him, standing up, and walking back over to our trailer.

“Where are you going?” He asks.

“Getting my day going.” I respond curtly, leaving the door open for him to follow me.

I head inside, going into my room, and beginning to make my bed. He leans on the doorframe, and watches as I struggle to readjust the fitted sheet onto the mattress.

“Back in my day you’d have that done before you even left the room.”

“Well, unfortunately, this isn’t 1940.” I sneer.

“How old are you anyways?” He asks, his eyes burning a hole into my ass as I tuck in the top sheet under the mattress.

“Twenty-two.” I say without turning around.

I hear him whistle behind me, sighing. I move closer to where he is to grab the pillows off of the ground, putting them back onto the bed.

“Not everyday you shack up with a dame eighty years younger than you, huh?” He jokes.

Looking at his face I can tell this bothers him. I decide not to poke fun at him about it.

“Well, you don't look a day past thirty-five.” I reassure.

He smiles weakly at that. He moves back into the kitchen as I finish up on the bed. He pulls a cigarette out of the pack in his pocket, and goes over to the gas stove. Leaning down, he lights it on the burner. He lets out a few puffs before he takes a deep inhale, pulling it out from between his lips with his thumb and forefinger. He leans against the counter in the kitchen as he watches me make my way back out of the bedroom, and onto the couch.

“So, do you have a plan?” He asks me. I look up at him.

“Oh, for the summer?” I question back.

I reach for the remote, turning the TV on. I leave it muted as I search for a news channel. Still no talk of his escape.

“Yeah, do you have anything planned out?”

I sigh, thinking about all the fantasies I’ve had in the past.

“Well, for a long time I just hoped I could get them all in one room and then blow them up.”

“Ah,” He laughs. “Now I know what you need me for.”

“Well,” I start. “At first I just thought about using regular bombs, but no one was willing to help me do it. Then I realized they still had you alive somewhere, and thought to myself, he's a living bomb. Plus, you’re a tough man to kill. It’d be damn near impossible for these people to have any sort of defense against you when the time comes.”

He nods at me. “You do any combat?”

I laugh a little at that.

“My abilities are strictly senses. I’m just as weak as a civilian, if not more.”

“If not more? What the fuck does that mean?”

I sigh, pulling my hands up to try and begin to explain to him.

“Picture a thunderstorm,” I start. “You have a four year old kid who's deathly afraid of thunder. That fear isn’t going to physically stop him from getting to the storm cellar, is it?”

“No, guess not.” He says, watching me intently.

“Okay, then picture me. If there is a loud clap of thunder, and my hearing is the way that it is, a sound that intense will implode my eardrums. It will shake my body. The lightning will literally blind me. I remember I used to have to wear these noise canceling ear covers when I was a little girl. They worked, of course, but sometimes too well. I’d find myself being able to hear the blood pumping in and out of my heart. Then the neurons firing in my brain.”

“I guess you have a point,” He says, then realizes; “But your plan, with the bombs. That's loud. Wouldn’t that just be your worst nightmare?”

I take a deep breath.

“Well, I’ve never been around much of a sound like that before, I’ve only ever heard detonations from a great distance, like in Russia, and such,”

His eyes widen in awe as I continue to speak on my story.

“But I’m assuming if I were in close proximity to something like that I’d surely just…die?”

“Ah, so it’ll be just me there then?” He inquires.

“No, I’d definitely be there,” I say, shaking my head. “Not to get dark, or ruin a nice moment, but…y’know…”

He looks around, confused.

“No, I’m afraid I don’t know.”

I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I would die happy? And I would be getting revenge on the people that ruined my life, and would hopefully go out quickly, without incident.”

“So this is a suicide mission?” He grills, moving in closer to me.

“I don’t think about it that way,” I say. “This is a childhood dream coming true.”

“Yeah, well, my childhood dream never involved sacrificing myself for the sake of revenge.”

“Well, to each their own.” I shrug, standing up, moving to put my shoes on.

“What about my family? How will I end up finding them without your help?”

Oh yeah, I think. That.

I look up into the ceiling for a second, rubbing my chin in thought.

“Ah,” I say, beginning to tie my shoes. “I’ll leave you a note.”

He watches as I stand up to leave the house.

“Where are you going?” He asks, concerned.

“A hike. It’s too nice of a day to stay inside, plus, I like to listen to the trees.”

I go to grab the door latch, feeling his gaze burning a hole into my back.

“You can come if you want,” I offer.

He sighs in content as he follows me out of the house.

When I was younger, when I lived in West Virginia, I used to hike all the time. I’d go out to the most remote point I could find off the beaten path, and sit with my hands cupped over my ears. If I quieted my mind enough, I could hear past the blood pumping in and out of a bucks heart half a mile away. I could hear past the thunderous flapping of a hawk's wings. I could hear past the cartilage rattling inside of a snake's tail. If I got quiet enough, I could hear the plants working. Living. Existing. I’d listen to them breathe carbon in, and exhale oxygen out. If I put my hands against the hard ground, I could feel their roots fill up with nutrients, and send the Earth's goodness back up into the trunk, and into the branches of the tree. I would completely envelop myself within the soil, becoming one with the flow of nature.

Life was simpler then, a time without distractions. A time without worries or a deathwish. A time without a prehistoric supe trailing behind me for an hour and a half not saying a single word.

I smell it as he pulls it out of his pocket and up to his mouth.

“No.” I say simply.

He groans from behind me. I hear the flickering of a lighter anyway. I stop in my tracks, turning around to face him. He’s cupping a firm hand around a tiny joint. It's comical in comparison to him. As he exhales he looks up at me. I glare at him, my arms crossed over my chest.

“What, no hash either?”

I don’t say a word, just continuing to glare.

“I don't know what stick you have up your tight ass, but someone needs to pull it out.”

I roll my eyes, beginning to walk away from him.

“Sometimes I swear you're mentally retarded by the way you act around other people.”

I stop again, turning around, and holding a finger up to him.

“Okay, first of all, no one says that word anymore. Second of all, I just want some peace and quiet. No distractions. But this entire walk you have been huffing and puffing, and now you decide to light one of the worst smelling things in the history of the planet, with a shitty, cheap gas station lighter from the middle of fucking nowhere that reeks of propane.”

He holds his hands up in defense, laughing at my irritation.

“No reason for the hysterics, sweetheart.”

“God, you’re a sleaze ball.” I groan, stomping off as far away from him as possible on the trail.

“Am I?” He asks.

“The quintessential sleaze ball, actually.” I gripe.

“Now doll, you’re just hurting my feelings.”

He catches up to me easily, trying to irritate me more. He walks right next to me now. I try to move faster, take bigger strides, but it’s no use. My sprint is his equivalent to a slow walk through the park.

“I can always leave you alone and go fuck off to Costa Rica.” He beams.

I look at him from the corner of my eye, glaring.

“You say the word and I will happily let you exist without me. Doesn’t that sound nice, sweetheart?”

“Fine,” I stop. “You can get the fuck out of here.”

He stops now too. Turning to face me, he holds his joint in one hand, and talks with the other.

“Hey nutcase, last time I checked you fuckin’ got me out! You really think I want to be spending my first taste of freedom arguing with a suped-up schizo-tard?”

I cross my arms, gritting my teeth.

“Then leave, I already told you once before.”

I pluck his joint out of his fingers and throw it onto the ground, smashing it into the dirt with my boot. He rubs his hands onto his face, growing angrier by the minute.

“You’re psychotic!” He yells.

“Okay! Leave then.” I begin to walk off, as fast as humanly possible without committing to a full run.

“I can’t leave!” He screams.

I stop and turn around to face him. He looks down at the ground in defeat.

“Look, wacko, I can’t go anywhere unless you give me information on my family. That’s the only reason I’m even considering helping you. You give me that, and I will gladly leave you alone.”

Ugh, the fucking family, I think. God damnit. It was a good idea in the moment, but now it serves as a constant reminder for my immense guilt. I should've never, ever said that. I can’t stand to be around this guy, but I don’t want him to know I’m lying to him. He would be crushed to know.

“Look, I don't mind helping you,” He starts. “As long as I get what I need when the time comes. Just fuckin, chill out a little bit, please.”

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes. I clasp and unclasp my strained hands.

“Okay,” I breathe. “Okay, you’re right.”

He sighs in relief, beginning to follow me again as we make our way back down the trail.

“You owe me for that reefer by the way,” He adds. “And, if we could get some new clothes for me too, that would be nice. I’ve been wearing this for a few days now.”

I smile softly as he stomps behind me.

He didn’t understand why modern women were so whiny. So ridiculous and dramatic. He didn’t understand why they wore pants so tight you could see the outline of their G string through them-- not that he was complaining. He didn’t understand the point of platform heels outside of a strip club, or the fact that they had women with penises working inside of the strip club.

As he walks up and down the aisles of the local consignment store, he can’t help but grab articles of women's clothing, and hold it up in awe. A black shirt without sleeves, small enough to be worn by a child, with the phrase “I’d do me” on the front of it in hot pink writing. He shakes his head, hanging it back onto the rack, and catching up to his brooding handler.

She makes small talk with an elderly couple. The old woman holds up two shirts, putting each one up against her husband's skin, seeing which one looks best against his tone. Freak has her hand up to her chin in thought, squinting her eyes at the older man.

“See, I feel like the green is too harsh against his skin because he's so pink.” She states.

The old man groans, the older woman nodding along with her.

“See, I told you Steve, you don’t look good in this color.”

“I have to wear green, Marie. Everyone who's in the wedding party has to.”

“Well, I’m sure Junior will make an exception for his Papaw. And no one told me to wear green.”

“Cause you’re not in the damn party!”

“Well I should be, I'm only the groom's flesh and blood!”

Freak looks flustered, rubbing her hands down the front of her face. She can sense him behind her. Whipping around, she grabs him by the arm, presenting him to the old couple in front of her.

“I really wish I could stand here and help, but I have to go shop for my… husband.” She announces.

The couple turn to face him now. The old man stares at him with squinted eyes. The old woman takes off her glasses and gazes at him from top to bottom.

“Do I know you, son?” The old man questions.

Freak's face goes stark white.

“Oh, don’t be so senile,” Says the old woman. “These two just moved to town!”

The old woman turns to her now, leaning into her ear, whispering.

“I’ll tell you what though, he sure does look old enough to be your father.”

SB rolls his eyes at that. The old woman's version of a whisper was just lowering her voice a few octaves.

“Say, how old are you anyway?” The old woman asks.

“Thirt-” Freak starts. He finishes for her though.

“A hundred and two.” He says with a smile.

The elderly couple look at him with their jaws dropped, then turn to each other and start laughing. The old man wipes under his eyes, pulling his own glasses off, beginning to clean them.

“You’re quick witted, son, I’ll give ‘ya that!” Says the old man.

As the older couple walks off, he pats SB on the back. They laugh their way into the tchotchke aisle.

SB and Freak smile at the two of them as they walk out of sight. Freak turns to him, slapping him on the shoulder.

“Are you fucking crazy?” She asks in a hushed voice.

“They thought it was funny.” He shrugs.

She rolls her eyes as she pushes her cart into the mens denim section.

“Not funny. Don't do that again,” She disciplines. “What’s your waist size, by the way?”

He makes a face, looking at different pairs of pants on the rack.

“I don’t know woman, that ain’t my job,” He states, leaning into her ear. “And I’m not a queer either.”

She turns to him, glaring.

“You’re telling me you've never bought your own clothes?”

“Never been my job.” He states plainly.

She sighs, looking him up and down. He’s muscular, thick, manly. All things she can indeed admire, but tries not to for the sake of a professional partnership. She swallows those thoughts down before they can resurface again.

“You’re probably a 38 or 40.” She states, her mouth going dry, grabbing a couple pairs of jeans.

He nods, whatever the fuck that means.

They stay in the store a little while longer. He trails behind as he watches her pick up certain garments, and hold them up to his face. She never asks him for his opinion. He doesn’t care to give one anyway. Hell, what does he know about fashion? He was only thirty years out of date. She was much more tolerable when she wasn’t talking. Although he didn’t mind her being so headstrong. Different for a woman, indeed. Attractive? Most definitely.

He was a lot more outgoing back in the day. More willing to have conversations with people he didn’t know. He knew what things were hip, and what to say to people as they passed him by on the street. But everything has changed now. You don’t smile at anyone as they walk past you. Apparently everything he says is far past expired, and comically vintage. Like a carton of sour milk. He's offensive, generally vile, and disrespectful to women, cripples, nutjobs, and other races besides his own. Yet, everything he does now was a social norm at some point. It was praised. It was normal. He was normal.

He follows her up to the cash register like a lost puppy. The person checking them out has downs. They really hire anyone these days, huh? He thinks to himself, rolling his eyes. It nauseates him to see. The woman at the other register has to be over a hundred. She moves like thick tar, and shakes like a withdrawing alcoholic. What has the world come to?

The two of them walk out to her shitty car. He offers to put everything in the trunk for her. She agrees, bringing the cart back over to the front of the store. So much for chivalry being dead, huh? They drive off without a word. She can tell he’s hungry, she's heard his stomach growling for over an hour. She stops to get him a cheeseburger, and suggests they run by the liquor store so she doesn't have to go back out later.

She runs inside, walking back out with a twenty-five dollar bottle of jack, and a carton of marlboro reds. He remembers when whiskey was seven dollars even. The world has gone to shit.

When the two of them finally arrive back home after a long day, the sun is just beginning to set on the horizon. She begins to unload the car, as he leans against it, lighting a cigarette. Before heading to the liquor store earlier they swung by the Dollar General for some groceries. She waltzes back and forth from the car, and back up to the house, stocking the cupboards more and more with each trip.

In the distance, Ama walks towards their trailer, an elderly man by her side. He assumes they are here to greet the whackjob. He yells for her.

“Hey Virginia Woolf, looks like you got a visitor.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Tell them I’ll be out in a second.” She calls back, a hint of exhaustion in her voice.

Her eyes grow tired and heavy as she puts everything away. She feels like her arms weigh a ton each. Sleep is always something she has needed to exist as a normal person. Although “normal” she's sure he'd disagree with. Virginia Woolf, she thinks. This guy must really think I’m nuts.

“Ben!” Ama calls.

He turns around, puffing on his cigarette. He smiles at the two of them, reaching his hand out for a shake. The elderly man looks much older than Ben physically. He meets his hand firmly. The old man takes SB in for a second, looking him up and down curiously.

“Nice to meet you, Sir. Thanks again for letting us stay on your land.”

The older man's eyes widen, holding his finger up to the sky as if he's gotten an idea.

“That’s it,” He beams. “Have you ever been told you look like Soldier Boy?”

A shatter comes from within the trailer. She had been eavesdropping on the conversation as she always does. So much for that new plate. She begins to pick up the mess quickly. Making sure to get all the glass pieces off the floor and into the trash can. Then she makes her way outside.

“Gee, I used to beg my parents for his action figures back in the day. Of course, we were never allowed to have them.” He continues.

Ben stammers on his words for a moment, trying to find the right way to de-escalate this situation. But she swoops in like his knight in shining armor.

“Goodness, I haven't seen you since I was what, sixteen?” She runs up to him, wrapping him in a big hug.

She and the elderly man walk off into the distance, going to sit on the rickety front porch swing attached to the roof of their trailer.

Ben takes a big sigh of relief, going back in on his cigarette. He walks back over to the car, resting against it, and watching as the two of them catch up with each other.

Behind him, Ama slips out her phone. She pulls up google, then proceeds to type in “Soldier Boy”. It’s pure curiosity. She’s just wondering if they really do look alike, or if she has to worry about Eduda's dementia. As she scrolls down the image search, she intakes a deep breath, accidentally dropping her phone on the ground. She feels sick as she squats down to pick it back up. He's the spitting image.

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devildomditzy · 2 years

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If I Die Young

Spoilers for chapter 16!!

Warnings/Tags: Trauma, Mentions of Blood/Injuries, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Parents - Please let me know if I need to add any other tags

You really are too nice for your own good, too naïve. It’s something you’ve always been told since you were a kid; crying when an off comment was made in your direction, or feeling absolutely crushed when someone you cared about was sad. Empathy, your mother called it. She had convinced you it was a good thing to have. With it, you could care for people better, love people harder. You never though it would leave you lying on the floor choking on your own blood as the light slowly faded from your eyes.

The sickening metallic liquid coated all of your senses and left it hard to see, hard to feel, and most of all hard to think. You blinked your eyes hard trying to regain some form of composure as you attempted to move. Racking your brain, you tried to remember how you ended up in this situation, but we’re struggling to come up with anything coherent. Okay, one step at a time. You attempted to raise your arm to give yourself leverage off the ground, but to no avail. Why couldn’t you move? Panic starts to set in when you attempt to roll on your side only to be met with a nauseating *pop* that had you screaming in agony.

Everything is blurry. You can see the brothers gathered around you, they seem worried. Why were they worried? “MC! Hang in there, MC!”, you hear a voice cry. You know that voice. It’s Mammon’s, right? It had to be. But…why did he sound so terrified? You attempt to reach out a hand to stoke his face, to give him some form of comfort - but you find yourself unable to move. “Ahahaha Mammon! You look like a such a fool! A human’s about to kick the bucket and get here you are, panicking like it’s the end of the world!” You know that voice too…Belphegor… the prisoner from the attic. But, what was he doing out of the attic? And the human? What human was he talking about? Was he talking about you? You feel yourself being slight lifted into someone’s arms. You focus your eyes as hard as you can at who had you cradled. The leather jacket…of course it was Mammon. Is he crying? You don’t want him to cry…

“Belphie you…”, Lucifer breathed out, stunned. “Belphie, what have you done!?” You never heard Beel sound so angry. You desperately want to know what the cause is. Whatever it is, you could fix it, we could fix it. “This is terrible…What’s gonna happen to MC?” What did Levi mean? You were fine. You were right here and you were fine. Everything was gonna be okay…

And then you really see it. You see gaping wound right above your belt line. You use all your strength to reach your hand down to touch it, bringing your digits back up to your face, shimmering in crimson. Ah, that’s right. Now you remember. You remember Belphegor transforming. You remember the way he laughed, the way his smile dripped malice. You remember how he grabbed you by the throat, lifting you off the ground. You remember the flash of a claw, a searing pain in your stomach, and then…

It goes black.

“M-Mam-”, you mange to squeak out. “MC!”, he cries, “It’s okay…y-yer gonna be okay. You’ve got to be okay…Dammit, Lucifer do somethin’!” His tear stained face quickly turns to look at his brother in desperation. Lucifer glances at his siblings faces, trying to find an answer. Satan speaks up first, “MC is a human. With injuries this bad, the chances of survival are…”

“Lucifer, can’t we do something!?”, Asmo steps forward to kneel by your fragile body. Lucifer grunts back in frustration. Time feels frozen, as each boy looks at each other in a frenzy. Belphegor let’s out a wicked laugh, “Yes..Yes! Perfect! That’s exactly the face I was hoping to see on your face, Lucifer!”

“MC…Don’t you die on me MC!”, Mammon practically screams in your face. “It’s okay, Mammon”, you want to say, “Don’t worry about me. Shouldn’t you all be happy to see each other again? Shouldn’t this be a reunion?”, but the words don’t come out. Your brain cannot will your lips to move. You begin to choke once more as your throat fills with blood.

“MC…”, Mammon takes your hand, “MC, I can’t lose ya now. Yer..yer…Dammit! I love ya, ya know! I love ya! I love the stupid way you laugh and the annoying way ya cling on to me when we walk to class and the nights we stay up hangin’ out and the way…”

His voice gets quite as he continues, like it’s a secret only you can hear, “and the way I’ve never felt true love until you came around. So, you’ve gotta hang on. For me please, for us. You’ve gotta hang in there. I don’t know how I’d go on without ya - please!”

You want to respond. You want to spill your heart back, to return his affection ten-fold, but the room is going dark quick, your voice is losing strength fast, and you body refused to respond to your intentions.

And so, with your last breath, you cry out the only word left on your mind before it goes blank -

“Lilith.”

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theladyragnell · 10 months

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks....

I don't mind at all! This is an absolutely HUGE question, though, so I am going to adapt it into a meme that goes around sometimes and just do ten favorite characters from ten different media properties I love, because otherwise I am going to sit here all day frozen with indecision wondering if I'm forgetting someone, or if each character is REALLY worthy of being top ten out of all the media I've consumed in my life.

This got long, so it's under a cut!

Murderbot (The Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells): One of my favorite book series! And I love Murderbot so deeply for so many reasons. It's funny! It's being adopted into everyone's found family and doing so kicking and screaming! It cares deeply about people once it allows itself too! Runner-up in this property is ART, who I love dearly, but really, it couldn't be anyone else but Murderbot itself.

Keladry of Mindelan (The Tortall series by Tamora Pierce): Kel is so stubborn and kind and very subtly funny in a lot of ways, and she's my favorite of the Pierce heroines. She jousts! She adopts everyone and every beast that crosses her path! She gets up to shenanigans with her friends! Just a joy of a character.

Johnny Jaqobis (Killjoys (TV)): I love everyone in this wildly underrated show, but Johnny especially. I've got a weakness for the quippy best-friend-of-the-badass/support character type (see also: Foggy Nelson from Daredevil), and Johnny is such a perfect one. He's funny, he's badass, he pretends to be married to two separate people in the course of the show. What's not to love?

Maia Drazhar (The Goblin Emperor by Katherine Addison): This book is so good, and Maia is such a good central character of it. He's so kind, so determined to be good in a position that makes it hard to be good or kind, to build connections when he's been denied them his whole life and change things nobody thinks it's possible to change. I love him!

Xena (Xena Warrior Princess): With my love for quippy best friends, you might think Gabrielle would be my favorite, but no, Xena is a competent badass searching for (and, as she goes along, finding) redemption, which is another favorite character type. She's also a badass warrior who's not at all afraid or self-conscious of being emotional and expressing affection, which is a rare and wonderful thing.

Leia Organa (Star Wars): The original trilogy trio are all close to my heart, but Leia just edges the other two out. I've just always loved her banter, how she refuses to be cowed by any situation, and her super cool hairstyles. Very much a I-want-to-be-like-her-when-I-grow-up character since childhood.

Harriet Morton (A Company of Swans by Eva Ibbotson): One of my formative romantic books. Harriet's not too different from Maia, actually, only Maia before becoming emperor and thus not having much power to effect change! She's kind and brave about loving and quietly stubborn, and she's very much in the same type as

Fanny Price (Mansfield Park by Jane Austen): Mansfield Park is nobody's favorite Austen, and Fanny is nobody's favorite Austen heroine, and yet! (I do technically love Persuasion, and probably Anne, more, but I'm not nearly as defensive of either of them, so Fanny's the one I thought of first for this list). She's very much that same character type as Harriet, and I seem to love characters who are clinging to goodness when they don't have much else to cling to.

Alec Hardison (Leverage (TV)): He's so smart and so full of fun quips! And also hot, look, I can be allowed to be a little shallow here. Anyway, I love all the characters in this show, but Hardison absolutely wins out.

Danielle de Barbarac (Ever After): This movie is full of great characters, but I adore Danielle. Determined, good-hearted, willing to carry a prince out of a forest, reader of dense tomes, what's not to love?

#dnana 2809 blog #answered asks

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crowley-the-1-true-king-of-hell · 11 months

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Why Cas loves free will over Dean

Cas said that being with Dean and Sam have been the best moments of his life. *cough* I love the idea that Cas loves free will over Dean Now to an outsider, I can see that Dean is abusive and Sam is sort of a passive bystander, probably because he knows what Dean is like. So why? Honestly the simple answer is Dean is a symbolism for the one thing Cas really loves. Free will. Cas loves free will. He grew up in a totalitarian society that will torture you into submission, whenever you rebel. Sam still said yes to Lucifer, Sam still went along with what fate had planned. Yes Sam made a smart play, because Lucifer got placed back in the cage, but Sam still went along with his fate to say yes to the devil in Detroit. Dean didn't say yes to Michael during the first apocalypse arc. Dean didn't give in to his fate and while he was tempted to give in, at the end of the day he didn't. That's why Sam isn't seen as a symbol of free will but Dean is Cas loves the idea of Dean because Dean represents freedom from fate, rules, blackmail, etc In fact Dean is on the extreme end of wanting to not have to play into other people's plans. Dean's virtue of fighting for his free will against destiny is also a flaw. If someone wanted to use me as leverage to get Dean Winchester to stop? I would internally scream because DW would not stop. He does not want to be beholden to anybody's rules, leverage, plan or fate. It would be good for Dean but sure af wouldn't be good for me tbh Cas said to Dean that he could throw him back into Hell in season 4. Now I don't care about that line. But that line proves that Cas was not immediately in love with him. No matter how annoying someone is, threatening to throw someone into Hell is not what you say when you love them. So we know it wasn't a love at first sight sort of thing When Cas believed Dean was giving into fate, that's when he beat Dean up. Not just because Cas rebelled for Dean, but also because it was a sign that Dean wouldn't be a symbol for free will anymore. Cas beat Dean up because free will is very important to him and he sees Dean as that in human form. Cas immediately softens "you're not the burnt and broken shell of a man I believed you to be" the moment he finds out that Dean didn't give in to his fate to be Michael's vessel It wasn't Dean's good looks, or his jaded cynicism that made Castiel love him because Dean had that since Lazarus Rising. If Cas had fallen in love with Dean in Lazarus Rising, the line "I can throw you back in [ to Hell ]." would not have been said. Nor was it Dean's pop culture quips, because honestly pop culture meant nothing to season 4 Cas. Pop culture went over his head. It also wasn't Dean's self-sacrifice because against Cas already knew that Dean went to Hell for Sam and yet as I've written above it wasn't a love at first sight. So if it isn't pop culture, cynicism, good looks or his willingness to self-sacrifice for Sam. What are we left with? Dean's rebelliousness To Cas, Dean *is* free will in physical form. The very free will that Cas has fought and rebelled for long before he ever met Dean. The very free will where Naomi had to torture Cas and mind wipe him often because that's how much he wanted to rebel

#castiel #dean critical #supernatural #spn meta #sam critical

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this is based on thepavementsings' idea about real-estate agent!pierre and f1driver!charles because I couldn't stop thinking about it and i wanted to scream it in someone's askbox and I'm sorry for the following word vomit BUT pierre owns for an up & coming real estate agency and is "stealing" clients from charles' best friend's riccardo (and martha)'s real estate agency. riccardo is ofcourse pissed and will not stop talking about pierre, like at every meet up or holiday, there is a mention of pierre. even in their LC8 groupchat, he is always like "YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT THAT FRENCH FUCK DID TODAY" because he definitely turns up his nose at pierre being a frenchie trying to sell monacon estates

anyways, charles hears so often about it that it feels like he almost knows pierre. he does do his due diligence as a friend and offers words of support to ric & some half hearted jibes at "that french guy who's a thief". charles doesn't hate pierre though, he's kinda intrigued by him

then there's some award for real estate agents or something and everybody is going, riccardo, pierre, some of his other friends like giada's bf, etc but martha can't make it because baby c is being extra fussy and it's a day off for charles who's like "ofcourse i will be your date, I can always try and charm the people for next year if you don't get the award this year ;)" but really charles is curious about pierre but he can't tell riccardo about it who will leverage baby c for it smh

on the night of the award/gala, he is dressed UP for it, like he put actual efforts into it. and then 20 minutes into being there, he runs into someone at the bar and he starts apologizing before realising OH this is pierre and his brain stops. "Oh hey you must be pierre, riccardo did NOT mention you're so beautiful" and he wants to die and for a hole to swallow him in the ground but pierre just smirks and turns the compliment on charles saying that everyone else pales in comparison to him and then charles is blushing and then they try and start a conversation

pierre's like "your friends must hate me" and Charles is like "oh no, they're mostly tired of hearing about you *giggle*, maybe riccardo hates you a little bit" and then pierre is like oh yes I know him, I think he's great.

they talk for a while about everything and nothing and then just before they exchange numbers someone comes in and steals charles away and when he comes back pierre isn't there and they both spend the gala trying to find each other but unfortunately don't:(

in the next few days, LC8 minus riccardo but including martha and his brothers, hear all about pierre again and they're like NOT PIERRE AGAIN!! but listen to their disaster friend's missed chance anyways because they're good people. pascale and his brothers can not stop teasing him about it, they even bring it jokes about the westside story because that was the last movie watched on the leclerc movie night

then a huge rose bouquet shows up at charles' door, with a sticky note saying "date? check this box for yes and this for EXTRA YES *wink*" and in there is a business card of pierre and charles cant help but laugh but also he loved it because he doesn't have standards and then its a love story

(few months later, pierre and riccardo end up merging their businesses because now some russian fuck is trying to swoop in and they just cannot stand that, forget the french and monagasque "rivalry")(all of his friends tease him and pierre a lot, like it gets brought up at every single gathering. charles always threatens to leave but then pierre pulls him in at his side and they're both lost in their own world while riccardo mutters about annoying coworkers and annoying best friends)

bestie omg.....

FIRST of all. @thepavementsings you have inspired anonymous genius so i must tag you!!!

second of all. the amount of shenanigans that this could entail is. so funny. charles accidentally cinderella'd pierre and cant stop thinking about him so he straight up puts his house on the market and tells daniel "fuck off this is not about you (affectionate)" so pierre will come take the listing and finally, FINALLY give him his number. which just ends up being a disaster bc his house is so nice which means all the local agents are all over him and he keeps deleting voicemails/ignoring calls bc he has RACING to focus on and he didn't realize real estate was such a celebrity nightmare. until pierre finally gets in touch with him!!!! ("finally" it takes like three days bc the moment pierre sees charles' name pop up he SCRAMBLES to get hold of him)

they meet at charles' place and pierre is immediately so smooth, "are you going to invite me in 😏" and charles all but falls over himself as he brings pierre inside to take a look around.

except they dont talk about the place at all, they just fall right back into where they were during the gala. eventually pierre goes "you don't seem ready to leave...." and charles quietly confesses that he doesn't want to leave, but he couldn't think of any other way to get pierre here, and daniel doesn't know and it feels like a betrayal to ask him for his cute nemesis' contact information. (pierre: you think i'm cute? 😌 charles: i don't just let any pretty face inside you know 😏)

anyway eventually they do kiss before pierre leaves to like. go actually meet a client who wants to sell. and pierre tells him, softly, "you know it's going to be a pain in the ass to unlist this house, right?" and charles grimaces. until pierre goes "i will have to come by again to go over everything we have to do" and winks and charles gets SO RED

then pierre shows up w the bouquet of roses one afternoon and yeah. its all over for daniel's one sided rivalry once his bff is like "so there's this real estate agent...."

#I LUV THIS BESTIE STAY INSPIRED AND BEAUTIFUL #10 x 16 #AU tag #ask reply #Anonymous

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squalodinoappreciationsquad · 3 months

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Hey there! So, just thinking about these two again. If I can, I'd like to bother you for your headcanon for happened after the Ring Battles. Had they been estranged prior to the battles? How do you think they went about reconciling after being on opposite sides?

Hello! 💖

No bother at all, I would love to talk about my idiots to infinity and beyond!

SO.

For this particular answer I have A LOT to talk about, but I will try to be short and simple and hopefully make sense.

So.

First of all, I think that these two did not originally part ways exactly as friends, ESPECIALLY after the whole Cradle thing.

On one side we have a very angry Squalo shouting: I THOUGHT YOU WERE ON MY SIDE DAMMIT, I NEEDED YOU WHY DID YOU SIDE WITH THE VONGOLA?!

And on the other side we have a very sad Dino shouting: MY PEOPLE WOULD HAVE DIED ATROCIOUSLY, I HAVE WORKED SO HARD FOR WHAT?

S: AND AM I NOT YOUR PEOPLE?

D: YOU LEFT ME IN A DITCH TO FOLLOW XANXUS.

Et cetera etcetera, you know, divorce is happening and it's ugly.

Which definitely would not end up well, but as the Internet dads @ Cinema therapy say, "the more you are angry, the more you are stupid".

In any case there is a rift, but they kind of start walking on eggshells around each other, but like they don't exactly HATE each other, they are suffering from a bad case of miscommunication, mixed with being forced to choose sides and the supposed betrayal they suffered at each other's hand.

Anyway, Canon happens, the battle of the rings happens and Squalo nearly gets chomped down by a shark.

And Dino sees that it is not Yamamoto Takeshi, but Squalo Superbi. And Dino is:

he is definitely an ex friend and traitor, what do you mean i have gone into a full panic attack? what do you mean i have tried giving him cpr myself, what do you mean I have just gone into a frenzy because he is dying and my world is suddenly falling apart and I am having huge flashbacks to when my dad died?

In any case Dino starts feeling guilty, because maybe if back then he had used whatever leverage he had had as new Cavallone Decimo things would have gone differently, etc, in a neverending spiral of doom. In any case Dino feels as guilty as hell.

Days later Squalo awakens and Dino is beside his bed, looking all worried. And Squalo is like "why did you save me?" and Dino is like "it would have been trouble for the Vongola if you died" or something like that.

And to this day I DO NOT believe a single moment that Squalo believed in that pathetic excuse.

Anyway.

Days, maybe weeks pass and finally Squalo is not going around with the same nonchalant walk of Dr. House and he decides that he wants to find out why Dino has saved him, because Vongola Nono did want him, Xanxus and the rest of the Varia very much dead and they did not die because it appears that Iemitsu put in some sort of good word.

In any case, Squalo goes straight to Villa Cavallone and does not even wait to be announced. He storms into Dino's living room with the rage of a thousand suns and screams something like "VOOOOI WHY DID YOU DO WHAT YOU DID REALLY? I DO NOT WANT ANY PATHETIC EXCUSE, CAZZO!"

(In my hcs, Squalo cusses like a sailor)

And Dino in that moment does not have Romario, or Reborn, he is alone trying to deal with his own anxiety and just goes with "Because I feel GUILTY!!!"

S: Guilty of what

D: For not having your back all of this time, I am a horrible friend and I deserve death! And I also feel like a coward because you too were my people, along with my family!

Which makes them both shut up for like a good five minutes and finally prompts a sort of discussion. Not a coherent one, very much full of cries and screams, in which it is established that:

Dino very much thinks of Squalo as "his people"

Dino also is very much hurt that Squalo was willing to end a friendship over Xanxus and his ambition

Squalo very much offended that Dino would think that Xanxus would be the one ending their friendship

Squalo is very much hurt because if Dino thinks of him as "his people", then he should have sided with Varia and then the Varia would have taken care of anyone who dared hurting Dino's people

At the end of the day neither of them were to be blamed, they were forced to choose a side whilst being in the eye of the typhoon

S: is that everything or is there more?

D: NO, I also saved you because I was panicking and I did not want to lose you, literally.

S: what if I killed the brat then, what if I won the match?

D: I don't know, I panicked, I don't know what I would have done!

They understand each other very well, but they are an utter mess these two. They don't know how to communicate.

Cue Dino accidentally confessing undying and eternal love to Squalo, which takes Squalo by surprise. Cue Dino realizing what he has just said and wanting to disappear into the ground.

After all peace was never an option.

Well, at least something has come out of this mess.

Squalo will need to think of an answer, quickly. He has never prioritized anything about love, to him it was fight or die and now he is speechless. And he leaves.

It's gonna be up to Lussuria, who is somehow sensible to these things, and Romario, aka Dino's parental figure, to push these idiots to talk it out again.

And they do, agreeing to take things slow whilst they both figure themselves out.

Well. I hope you enjoyed the rollercoaster, dear anon. By the time they are TYL they are happily married.

Also, I am ace, but you are free to imagine them figuring themselves out in other ways, *winkwinknudgenudge*

And this was supposed to be short... Sorry!!!

#mod replies #khr asks #khr headcanons #dino cavallone #squalo superbi #THEM

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SLIME IN THE DRESSES IM HITTING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL. BANGING ROCKS TOGETHER LIKE A CAVEMAN. His casolonas (so sorry if i butchered that i am delirious rn) outfit the playboy bunny fucked SO hard he literally served so much cunt and i miss him where did he go. My cringefail beloved little streamer. AND GEGG. GEGG SYMBOLISM. Slime was always torn between if people loved Gegg or hated him, but I think the islanders loved him regardless. (People asking if he needed armor constantly, giving him food, asking if anyone was on to look after him tec) He may have been weird. Goopy. Squishy. And horribly smelly. But he was still an egg AAAAWGAAARA (you can hear me screaming if you listen closely).

Y'all... Y'ALL CODEFLIPPA being so incredibly fucking delusional but I think the code wants to be loved, or the one who is Juanaflippa wants to. The code (IN MY HEADCANON IDK ABOUT OTHERS!!!!)-is a failed egg experiment from the federation and yearn for its original purpose (to be taken care of and to be loved by others) and since everyone hates the codes (obviously) the only way some figure it out to serve it's intended purpose is to take the form of the eggs. Whether they're dead or alive.

live max reaction ^^

YES YES YES OH MY FUCKING GOD DUDE YOURE SO BASED FOR THAT E X A C T L Y!!! HE FUCKED SO HARD HE WAS SERVING WHERE DID HE GO I WANT HIM BACK CHARLIE BETTER PUT THAT CHARACTER INTO A SITUATION SOON OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL PICK UP A PENCIL, PEN, AND PAPER AND MAKE IT HAPPEN MYSELF

AND GEGG!!!! AS WEIRD AS HE WAS GEGG WAS STILL AN EGG!! THEY LOVED HIM BECAUSE HE WAS AN EGG AND THEY CARED FOR HIM EVEN WHEN GEGG DIDNT THINK THEY DID I AM GOING TO START SCREAMING WITH YOU

ALSO THE CODEFLIPPA THING!!!!! YOU FUCKIN GET ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im going to be really mentally ill about them one second:

with all of the code eggs we've seen so far, only two of them have been passive while the rest of them have existed only to attack and kill people. the code versions of tallulah, chyanne, trumpet, and tilin all immediately started attacking with no remorse or mercy for anyone involved. they didn't even respond to their own names being called. bobby was a weird exception to this where he was calm and just existed with jaiden and roier for a while until people started to attack him, which is when he ran off and disappeared, EXACTLY LIKE MY FAVORITE LITTLE HUEVO CODEFLIPPA!!

I think while the federation wants to use her as leverage to get charlie to do what they want (kinda shown through all of the birthday gifts being weapons or things to help with stealth) codeflippa doesn't exactly WANT to hurt people. she just wants to be loved. the federation raise eggs in the labs and we know this now after the elq finale stream, so what if the codes are all of the failed eggs that didn't make it through? like the malicious codes are codes they made through other means like normal genetic mutation because they are just. like that. but what if the code eggs are eggs that failed the tests like the parkour that they used for other purposes? they still wanna be eggs they still want to be kids their original purpose was to be a kid and even when the federation sends them on missions like they do with the malicious codes they can't help but get attached and start acting like the huevos the used to be.

i think codeflippa and codebobby could be the malfunctioning or failed codes instead of the normal ones like all the other huevos!! maybe they just wanna find love and a family man is that too much to ask for </3 <- huffing copium. just downing copium by the gallon

#i make yet anothet post just for me 👍#we have mail :]#BROOOOO IM SO INSANE ABOUT YOUR THEORY #YOU GET IT MANN!!!!#this probably is coherent im tired as hell BUT!! THIS IS AWESOME #TYSM FOR THE ASK IM ALWAYS DOWN TO TALK ABOUT CODEFLIPPA #i will defend her with my life i dont even care how delusional im being SHE JUST WANTS TO BE LOVEDDD </3

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fizzyxcustard · 2 years

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Betrayal (5)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: Crossover of Spooks and Pilgrimage (Modern AU)

Pairings: Lucas North x OC/Raymond de Merville x OC

Warnings: Love triangle. Angst. Language. Sexual references/language. Cheating.

Summary: Amy Holland is Lucas North’s girlfriend of six months. Amy is aware of his job as an MI-5 agent and supports him. However, Lucas’ cousin, Raymond de Merville, has always loved Amy and uses their one night stand together as leverage for something more.

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I don’t normally write about cheating as it’s just not something I particularly feel comfortable with, but I really wanted to write something with these two in this situation, so I hope that this came out well.

The character of Amy Holland is from all of my Spooks fics with Lucas.

Lucas' phone suddenly began to buzz on the bedside table.

Amy sighed, silently thanking the ringing nuisance for the distraction. So she sprinted to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet lid. Her gaze rested on the plain wall, unwavering.

Suddenly, after a minute or two, there was a loud bang and the slamming of a door.

Amy called for Lucas. No answer.

In the bedroom and Amy pulled her clothing back on and dashed out. She found Lucas, dressed in just his jeans, pacing the kitchen. His face was contorted in frustration and anger. The fear of approaching him hit Amy square in the chest. And she then knew who had been on the phone. Raymond. Only one thing could have caused this outburst.

"I don't know what to say. There's nothing..." Amy began.

"Shut up," Lucas growled. "I knew. I just knew things weren't right. The way you watched each other and thought I never noticed."

"Nothing I say or do can change anything. No amount of sorry is going to go back and change things," Amy said, tears falling down her cheeks.

"Why though? Am I not good enough?" Lucas asked, rubbing his hands up the back of his neck and into his short, black hair. "Do I not perform well enough for you that you have to go and fuck my cousin?"

"Lucas, it was never about you," Amy sobbed. "It was never about what you'd done or hadn't done. Raymond just has this way..."

"That you obviously find so fucking appealing. I want the two of you gone from my life. I don't care what you do; just go, and don't contact me again."

Amy never argued or fought. She collected her belongings and left Lucas' flat in silence.

Lucas grabbed a mug from the table and threw it at the tiled floor with a scream. A double betrayal. Double heartbreak. He raced to his front door and stood on the step, watching Amy's sombre figure get smaller, until she was a speck and then disappeared around the corner. Lucas sobbed. His good girl. The woman with the biggest heart he'd ever known. An insecure soul that he'd gradually eased forth.

Back at Amy's flat, tears still clinging to her cheeks, she threw herself down onto the sofa. It felt as though she had disassociated from life, from the world. Numbness took over.

Raymond's name flashed on her phone screen but his calls remained ignored. She knew that it was just as much as fault as Raymond's. He'd only ever been persuasive, not forceful.

Amy fell into a dreamless sleep and woke to the sound of birdsong outside the window, and for a second she smiled. Everything was at peace. Then the realisation and pain hit. It knocked the breath from her lungs. She gasped, and rolled onto her back.

She called into work sick that morning, and then dragged herself up, forcing her body to get washed and dressed. Everything felt as though she was were just watching from a window and her body was being controlled by auto pilot. She was just a bystander, watching her whole world crumble around her.

The cafe was busy that morning, as always. She questioned why she had still gone there. Maybe in some hope that Lucas may turn up. Instead, Raymond appeared.

He walked over to her usual back table, taking long, confident strides. "Aim," he said simply.

"Have you come to gloat?" Amy snapped.

"Why would I do that? I actually came to see if you're alright."

Amy was surprised to see sincerity in Raymond's face. "You got what you wanted."

"No, I didn't," Raymond replied, sitting down opposite her. "Not really. I'll never have what you and Lucas did."

"Oh, boo-fucking-hoo. Is this your twisted way of trying to comfort me and get into my knickers at the same time?"

"No, this is my way of saying bye to you."

"So you wreck everything in my life, and in his, and then just walk away?"

"Don't you think I've lost as well? You're playing the victim card so well here, Aim."

"Fuck you. You arsehole." Amy glared at Raymond for a second, her green eyes wide in livid contemplation.

Raymond leaned in. "It takes two to cheat and wreck lives, Aim. Don't forget that."

***

Raymond left the cafe, knowing that everything he'd ever wanted had been blown apart. Amy would never look at him the way she looked at Lucas. He would only ever be a good fuck, nothing more.

At the riverside, Raymond stood, watching the ripples on the surface. It reminded him of a pebble hitting the surface of a body of water; such a small impact, but those ripples spread so quickly. The consequences of his and Amy's insatiable attraction had broke three people apart. All bonds had been broken between all three of them. Love. Family. Friendship. All gone.

Would there ever be a way to try and fix those broken bonds? He doubted that. But as he thought, sifting through memory and reason, Raymond came to one thing. One bond had not been severed. In fact, it had never grown past halfway, and that was his love for Amy. Would he ever be able to grow that love past the halfway point so her heart reached his in return? Everything with Lucas had been severed, but not between him and Amy. How could something be severed when it had not fully grown in the first place?

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Like, personally... I kinda wish they could have joined together at some point BEFORE the final fight, in a moment of calmness rather than something that felt like a last resort. It was just... not super great the way it happened. It definitely wasn’t as BAD as it could have been, though I think what upset a lot of people seeing this is the issue of consent; we’ve got a dude dying of burns here, he isn’t capable of moving much, and he can only say one word, the name of the woman who is attempting to continue his legacy by bearing a child for him. While consent with primitive caveman folks might be iffy, Mira definitely knows about such things. Heck, even Spear understands emotional/physical boundaries of comfort... and I get that the series has basically set up this moment to be considered mutually acceptable for both Spear and Mira.

At the start of the series, he lost his family. He also watched Fang lose her first babies, so they both missed their children. Spear, and how he feels about kids/young creatures, repeats through the show. A TRULY horrible scene with NO consent was the incident of the mystical old women, who literally “reproduced” but sacrificing another person to create an infant. One of these women lost the child she was meant to care for, and after seeing into Fang and Spear’s past, she realizes they both know that same pain, and not only saves Spear from this fate, but attempts to stop the process from repeating (losing her life but being reunited with the spirit of her child in the process).

When Spear fought the entire village to save Mira and the others being held captive, he was HORRIFIED by the idea of hurting a child. He absolutely did not want to do that, but the village wouldn’t relent, and it was unfortunately a blood-bath. Later, Spear is over-joyed to find out that Fang is going to lay eggs and have a new batch of babies! This is a wonderful moment of joy, and he wants to protect the eggs as fiercely as Fang (which creates the whole issue of them being used as leverage later). It is a simple fact that Spear loves kids, and would probably want to be a father again...

Which, again, makes it unfortunate that the when the moment came, he wasn’t able to appreciate what would happen. Also, he’s SUPER burned and in pain. I think the fact that he’s saying Mira’s name instead of just, you know, SCREAMING, at least shows he is coherent enough to recognize her and what she’s doing, but he’s probably not... enjoying it. Back a few episodes, we saw Fang go on a positively ROMANTIC date with the dinosaur that she eventually would mate with. While that ended tragically, the two dinosaurs really did have a LOVELY time together. I just think it would be fair for Spear and Mira to have that as well. Just a little montage, showing them spending a few days together until the FIRE OF REVENGE attacked, resulting in them sharing the same living space.

Also, I think the reveal of the daughter at the end would have been even MORE surprising. When we see what Mira is doing, we know WHY, so we know what is going to happen. If we only saw Mira and Spear enjoying each other’s company, but no confirmation on everything they might do together, then we would arrive at the scene of his death. Mira, Fang, and the baby dinos would be sad, and so would the audience, thinking this was it, the end of him... then the jump forward in years, and we see a girl riding the now grown offspring of Fang, clothes and facial features like Mira, but with the hair and attitude of her father.

So, yeah... I don’t think this qualifies as a the WORST possible ending, but I wish it had gone in a slightly different direction. It felt a little rushed and unsatisfactory getting to the conclusion the way it did. Again, I’m fairly sure Spear would have been happy to have kids with Mira, and even if he wasn’t there to watch them grow-up, he’d know she would care for them, and he’d be proud that any child of his continued to have Fang and her children as companions... it just would have been cool to know this was the result of a simple choice to be intimate with no source of pain. The entire series has been brutal and violent, and BEAUTIFUL because of that! There have also been a few small moments of genuine kindness, which make the struggle for survival matter even more. Again, Fang had a sweet courtship with her mate, and after all the horrors the humans have been through, I think Spear and Mira deserve that as well, even just for one short moment

#my thoughts #primal #primal spoilers #genndy tartakovsky's primal #possible trigger warning

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17, 30 & 50 for OC questions (Regis of course!)

thanks for the ask :D

17. How easily would they be convinced to do something that goes against their morals?

Not easily, Regis would be figuratively (and likely literally as well) kicking and screaming to get out of the situation. His general attitude during ME2 was a good example of this; he finds working with Cerberus one of the worst things due to all he discovered in ME1, and every day he's on that ship feels like he is betraying himself and the life he got back. It helps that he has Zaeed and knows his motives for joining, but Regis definitely went off on Joker and Chakwas when he found out they deserted the Alliance to join Cerberus for him.

30. If they had the chance to be famous would they take it? If they are famous would they rather they weren't?

Regis is quite conflicted with his fame. On one hand, he has long since embraced the Butcher of Torfan title and what it represents. He knows what he is and what he can do, and honestly, he's okay with that. On the other hand, he never really wanted the Spectre position due to how utterly powerful it can make him in the grand scheme of things. So, I would say Regis is fine with his fame to an extent, but the events of ME3 causes him to wear quite thin, and he's not above chewing other leaders out for more of less placing most of the front lines and essential negotiations on him because he's Shepard and he must be able to do everything, right? But he's also willing to leverage his fame and his title when necessary, so... Regis likes when things benefit him, but for him the Spectre title was a little too far. He stays with the Spectres after the war despite this because of how important he is as the first human Spectre, but he's still not happy with it.

50. What is your favorite thing about them?

aw geez I love and hate this question because I can talk so much about it. I say this as someone who sculpted and edited textures and made mods for the damn guy, but damn am I proud of his in game appearance. I am so proud of myself for being able to just fireup the game, and take screenshots and make scenarios involving Regis and his lovers and his friends, and it's fucking great!

Modding aside, my other favorite thing about him is that he's become a way of presenting an alternative shepard path that may not be the popular one, but I don't care because I love it. He doesn't like Garrus, Liara is damn near his enemy number one after ME2 AND he does her mission last in ME1, he saves both Kaidan and Ash on Virmire and considers them his closest companions, he has casualties during the suicide mission and while he does eventually become civil with Miranda and Jacob, he never really lets his walls down around them, he's not afraid to talk back and he chews out the Asari for thessia and all the 'blame' that's put on him, and so on. He's an angry, judgmental, stubborn, and passionate boy that's full of love for the few people he trusts and lets in and I just adore him. And recently, I've added Zaeed to his endgame relationship and I'm enjoying the hell out of that ;)

#edains #ask #regis shepard #wooo this was fun #that last question can easily turn into a long rant and maybe one day i'll publish it lol

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Doflamingo's feats (and why you should vote for him) I'm going to preface by saying that, yes, manipulation isn't just a Web thing; every Fear does manipulate here and there, but the Web is most known for and associated with it. In my earlier Doffy propaganda (which was actually my description for his submission), I pointed out that the Web loves power and manipulation because of its true domain of powerlessness/helplessness, being trapped, and the idea that your actions aren't yours (especially knowing damn well after it's too late) (which lines up well with Doffy imo). With that said, let's list some of Doffy's Web-like feats:

His main method of fighting is to bide his time using defensive maneuvers while goading his opponents into revealing emotional weaknesses ("...who could wield guilt like a rapier and anger like a scalpel"), which he then uses against them to perform surprise sneak attacks. Nothing in nature waits better than a spider.

He took over Dressrosa (a kingdom) and dethroned its king in just one night. The deal that he presented to the king also traps said king in an unfavorable position; either he take money from his people by force (something against his morals), or there will be war. Once the king (after 'borrowing' money from the civilians in a non-coercive way) does however, he and his militia are puppeteered, with Doffy coming in to present himself as a savior, stopping said king and swaying his once loyal people to Doffy's side for 10 years.

He hatched a plan, using his origins and ties as a Celestial Dragon, to a. Trap Law in a battle between him and an admiral b. Isolate Luffy in Corrida Coliseum so that he can't interfere c. Prevent the Strawhats from leaving the island

And when that backfires, as in the kingdom's populace finding out about his true intentions, he tweaks his plan, setting up another deal, promising rewards, that manage to turn them against each other once more and against the Marines (+ other parties against Doffy as well); all to buy time for an escape

He (through Sugar) turned a portion of the Dressrosa populace into living toys, including puppets and marionettes (both being common motifs of the Web *side eyes Lagorio and that Web domain*) that have no choice but to follow orders

He used one of his stronger moves, the Birdcage, both to entrap all of Dressrosa (cutting of communications) and drive the people trapped to hunt down the protagonists for money, even raising the prizes for certain people as he sees fit. The distinction between the Web and the Hunt in this context is that Doffy's using the headhunting of the Strawhats as a means to eliminate obstacles from his schemes, in lieu of simply enjoying the thrill if he was more Hunt alligned

The entirety of the Donquixote Pirates. Nothing screams Web as much as people being recruited into a cult that presents itself as a tight-knit 'family' through promises (e.g of protection and camaraderie) and by picking apart the human mind, then binding them so that they can't leave lest they face humiliation (e.g. Bellamy) and death (e.g. Bellamy's crew)

Trafalgar Law, who I believe should qualify as a Web victim after the things Doffy did to his mental state

This is Donquixote Doflamingo; a power hungry control freak who abuses leverage, incentives, and emotional weaknesses to have his way. He may get swept by President Business, but my god is he a Web avatar in my heart.

#asks #character propaganda #web poll

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I posted 4,055 times in 2022

That's 4,055 more posts than 2021!

929 posts created (23%)

3,126 posts reblogged (77%)

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I tagged 1,579 of my posts in 2022

#laugh rule - 102 posts

#q - 99 posts

#postpostmodern love story - 64 posts

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#same as it ever was - 38 posts

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#hegelposting - 26 posts

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#if you aren't comfortable appropriating from a *closed* religion or arguing whether mohammad was a femboy you aren't approaching it safely

My Top Posts in 2022:

There was a junior who lived on our floor freshman year. His housing got messed up? I don't know. He only ever wore boxers inside the dorm, but nobody really seemed to have a problem with that. I saw him once in the Comp Sci building wearing actual clothing and barely recognized him. Our RA dropped out a couple weeks into the year so he taught all of us freshman what rules we could break, sometimes bought us alcohol, helped us with random college shit, etc. Chill guy.

One night in the middle of a huge rainstorm I ran into him in the hall as he was headed out, (only wearing his boxers, as per usual), and he invited me to join him. I figured he was going out to smoke or something, yeah sure, whatever, I'll hang out. But once we got outside, he stood out away from the building in the rain, looked up at the sky and screamed at the top of his lungs like an animal. But the sound went... nowhere. He suggested I try. so I did. We both screamed at the sky for a bit. My clothes were drenched. He told me he did that every time it rained like that. I never saw him do it ever again.

I have no idea what was up with him, exactly, but he clearly had something figured out.

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Professional sports without sexual tension isn't any interesting, it's why they invented sports anime. But cartoons aren't enough. To revive a dying, over-leveraged institution after inevitably collapses along with the coming burst of advertising bubble I propose that all sports allow the players to fuck each other to strengthen their warrior bonds and cause better interpersonal drama. Also if the straight people are having too much trouble we can gender desegregate everything while we're at it, and unban all performance enhancing drugs because the rules for that were stupid and its all just cope anyway. Every sports gym locker room should look like Starship Troopers. This solves every problem with sports and all of the new ones it creates are just further marketing opportunities.

655 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

The media sure is an institution.

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Complaining that you have a biological disadvantage in sports is never as much fun as finding new sports that you are better at than everyone else. Like how gamers invented e-sports. or the bourgeoisie invented golf. or rednecks invented "drive car fast in a circle."

You have to take a solutions-oriented approach to your problems instead of complaining about how other people are better than you.

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My #1 post of 2022

You probably don't know another language if you live in the United States and both you and your parents were born here unless you go out of your way to learn it. This is a problem of geography more than it is a moral failing because if you are an American, then learning another language is not immediately useful to you. This is because your options in school are as follows:

Spanish: Second most common language in America. Most people who speak it also speak English and will look at you funny if you know Spanish and will not appreciate you being able to eavesdrop on their conversations. But, it's the only non-English language with an appreciable population of native speakers that you can encounter without getting on a plane. However in all likelihood you will probably be taught by a non-native speaker who could not pass an A1 exam and you will learn no Spanish just the same as everyone else.

French: The only French speakers in North America probably don't want to talk to you ever, and if you speak non-Quebecois French at them they really won't want to. You are probably going to major in literary studies and spend the rest of your life pretending to read books no one else actually reads. You have opinions on Freud and Lacan.

German: No one in North America speaks German as their primary language. It's really only useful if you like philosophy or World War II history or want to move to Germany. You probably really like beer and will study abroad and be really annoying about it afterward. But most Germans you are likely to meet outside of Germany speak English somewhat well so you aren't really doing anything for yourself? So most people will also think you're a Wehraboo or worse unless you are Jewish.

Russian: You already speak Russian or another Slavic language at home and will insist that you do not up until the first day of class, when you and all of your classmates will spend the entire time gossiping with the professor in Russian. The few American kids will hang out in the back and probably talk about Dostoevsky and drink vodka out of their water bottles. Everyone will get an A and no one will learn anything new.

Mandarin Chinese: You (or more likely your parents) think "we'll all be speaking Chinese in twenty years" and so you want to get a head start. This attitude self-selects against people who will ever need to know Mandarin. You probably idolize Ezra Pound and use phrases like "command economy" unironically. Every single person from China who has ever met you hates your guts.

Japanese: You are a weeb. All of your classmates are weebs. Your professor may or may not be a weeb, but wants to die regardless. You'll probably give up halfway through the first semester along with the most annoying 80% of the class and switch to Spanish once you realize how hard it is to learn Japanese.

Korean or Arabic: Congratulations on your new job at [redacted]!

Pashto or Urdu or Farsi: Congratulations on your new job at [redacted], but also I really doubt you are supposed to be telling anyone that you are learning this language. Good luck on your future job search.

Navajo: Most Navajo people don't speak any Navajo and unless you live in New Mexico you will literally never meet someone who is Navajo. They don't want to talk to you anyway. I don't think many people ever even try to learn this, this is solely on this list because I've seen insane but clueless Europeans try to guilt Americans for not learning it for some incomprehensible reason.

Latin: Latin is a dead language. I'm sure you are tired of hearing about that by now, which is why I reminded you about it. Even Catholics will make fun of you now for learning this. Your parents probably want you to be a doctor, and will stop talking to you when you drop out of med school. Or maybe you're a classics student who will spend the rest of your life incorrecting historians about pissing contests no one cared about anyway. Go forge a historical demonology book or get off to a picture of Thomas Aquinas or Cicero or something, I don't know.

Ancient Greek: Oh, are you a theology student or something learning Biblical Koine? The Evangelical Christians don't care what the bible actu- ...No? You're learning Attic Greek? And you're not like, a linguistics or classics major or something, you chose to do this specifically. Hey, uh, are you doing anything later? Or right now, even?

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Make no mistake Candace will embrace zionism again if Palestine falls and Palestinians are forgotten. She is by nature simply a contrarian - she will ALWAYS take the other side regardless of what that side is. If Tate suddenly becomes mainstream and accepted, she will inevitably speak out against him. If feminism goes underground, she will be a feminist. Her grift is to be loud and go against the popular for views and attention. Her husband from what I’ve seen is pretty submissive (very funny how ALL of the married “trad” girls I know of that pander to the right and claim they only love aggressive masculine and traditionally dominant men never marry them, they always find the quiet submissive men that are house husbands that don’t really work) so nothing he will say will matter to her either. Her running back or trying to run back to black spaces is because she doesn’t want to be attacked now for being a black woman now that she’s vulnerable. Yet she still wants to bring white peoples feelings in those spaces too so she can stay on racist white people’s good graces because that’s her nature - to always to be the opposite. Black spaces are for black feelings, she knows this yet she will do the opposite anyway. All for attention. Just a pathetic person

She reminds me of an old friend I had. My friends and I started a gaming group for just ourselves, just black girls gaming and having fun without any worries. It was so much fun except when my ex friend tried to invite and get her white male friend involved. We told her no, this space was for black women only. She called us racist and sexist while her white friend just moved on He never cared about joining since he wasn’t even a gamer, it was all her idea. We had to block her and move on too 💀

Wait a minute- are you talking about the black gamer girl discord group drama ? Are you aware this drama came over tiktok?? 👀 Why am i only half surprised that a fellow black girl shoved this white dude there though ? 💀 Not that white men trying to invade black (female) space is unprecedented, but as I always said, Black women are EXTREMELY male identified (probably more than any other race) so I'm not shocked this black woman did the most for her White male friend.. TRAGIC.

YOU ARE SO SPOT ON FOR CANDACE 🎯

It's so confusing to see her talk about her husband and how she chose him because he was her match intellectually speaking when he doesn't strike as such 💀 He's definitely not stupid, but I feel like there's a major dissonance between how she "sells" him, and reality. Their dynamic is very loopsided : he only talks about her, while she's -very publicly- taking all the attention. Sorry but there's nothing less submissive or traditional in this marriage dynamic. Even the way her own camp talks about her doesn't reflect any idea of feminity - they talk about her like an attack dog. A smart, eloquent one, but still a dog. When Shapiro and his Daily Wire clique turned against then dumped her, nobody felt sorry for her. Even those who defended her knew she was the Strong Black Woman™️ and would ultimately get back on her feet. Candace herself is so energyetically masculine she didn't remotely think about leveraging her femininity to grasp some sympathy (emotions) by saying how she felt betrayed or left out. Nope. Like a soldier, she got back on her feet and started campaigning to fund her next venture.... If anything, Candace is the posterchild of feminism. Nothing about her screams traditional or feminine.

And it makes sense bc Candace is so bigger than life that she would hardly be able to find someone to match her level - especially among conservative men who absolutely don't come off as the intellectual type.... To reach that goal, she would've had more chance with Asian men since she said before her boyfriend all her earlier boyfriends were Asians (Korean and Japanese) lol

And yeah, that's exactly it : she's a contrarian. That's why her opinions have no consistency whatsoever. Like, you can't blame feminism and try to reinforce traditional gender roles onto society......while defending a lover boy/pimp/porn producer/fornicator aka Andrew Tate.

That's why contrarian are so politically stupid btw. They're often lumped with the right, but rightoids at least have a set of value tenants that won't change depending on whether they're popular or not. But contrarians? They'll hate things to the point of cognitive dissonance. We witnessed it A LOT these last few years. For example, tpeople who were against the c0vid shot and (rightfully) called out the msm propaganda and lies to push it, often used the fact of being against the "popular opinion" (=getting the vaccine) as a proof they were right. Well it was pretty shocking to see a lot of them turned out to be big supporters of Israel/Zionism, and sided with the very same msm they bitched against non stop a few years before. Their primitive contrarian mindset made them believe that because they were against Palestine (= the popular opinion) they were right once again..... And they have the same pattern with Musk, Trump, Take and every problematic/controversial figure they think unabashedly supporting means they're doing right against the MatRix - or whatever it is.

And this issue isn't only with right leaning people : it was extremely disappointing and disgraceful to see people support the TikTok ban in some wack intellectual superiority move, and (indirectly) campaign for the same US government they were shitting on FOR MONTHS over what it's been doing in Palestine. Mind you, they are the same crowd saying shit like "yOu aRe nOt iMmuNe tO prOpagAndA uwu" when anyone with a IQ higher than room temperature would grasp that this ban was a way to CONTROL TikTok which is the least biased media platform when it comes to social commentary or news coverage (especially with what's going on Palestine right now). But nooooo, those idiots refuse to look at the bigger picture and want it shut down because of a handful of dumb tradwives and pro ana mentally ill girls. PLEASE.

I've said it and I'll say it again : nothing you see on TikTok is unique to TikTok or happens because of TikTok. I'm a millennial, I'm old enough to remember that social contagion/reproduction the most destructive trends always happened since the drawn of the internet. In 2002 it was on message board, forum, etc...in 2024 it happens on social media - not only TikTok. If anything, those big SNS corporation centralizing the lot of internet communication help having a better outlook on social trends. Instead of having to patrol gazillions of obscure group chat with no mail adresssed required to post shit, the special services only have to lurk on social media 🤷🏾‍♀️

Oh and one last thing: 99% of the shit ppl complain about TikTok I never see it on my dash. TikTok algorithm is INSANE and manages to spoon fed you what you like 9 times out of 10. So there's 2 possibilities : either 1) they're the problem and should stop entertaining content that harms their peace 2) they're lying and just rehash the stuff other people say without checking by themselves if that content is *that* pervasive on that app.

#answered #candace owens

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