#and my sister is fucking tired of me ranting about it so might just go alone if i can

[catastrxblues]

my mission this october is to just persuade (and, if push comes to shove, affectionately force) my friends to come watch the eras tour film with me on november 3rd, the marvels on november 10th, and the ballad of songbirds and snakes on november 17th. next month calendar is booked and busy, it seems!!

#i think i've got the marvels one secured because fortunately some of my friends are also a fan of marvel (or enjoy it at least) #eras tour and hunger games though :// #i have a couple of riends that might be interested to watch the film so i think i'm just going to try to ask them #before falling into despair #hunger games is the hard part #NO ONE i know is a fan of it 😭 #none of my close friends seem to have heard of anything about it either #and my sister is fucking tired of me ranting about it so might just go alone if i can #my school is also holding a concert next month so that's another thing #the marvels #the eras tour #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #mcu #taylor swift #the hunger games #thg #nadirants

[nebulousboundsofthisworld]

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#tw vent/rant in the tags #I just need to use this as a void to scream into for a sec #don't mind me #anyways #I'm really fucking tired of never being enough for anyone #I'm no one's best friend #I'm never the first choice #I'm always the one stepping aside so others can be happy #my roommate is one of the most important people in my life right now and I'm pretty sure I'm not even in her top 3 #a really good friend of mine has many more friends she would always call before talking to me #my sister doesn't really talk to me cause she already talked about everything with her friends #my mom's top priority is my sister and that's fine because she isn't doing well but sometimes I also need to talk with her #a friend that really deeply mattered to me never even thought about how much they meant to me #the last week I've been talking with a guy and I thought it was going well but apparently not cause now he didn't text me back for 3 days #and I know this might seem melodramatic #but I'm just fucking sick of this #people think that Id rather be by myself #when in reality Im trying my fucking best to connect with people and it just never ever seems to be enough #I'm so tired #I don't want to be alone anymore and realistically I know I'm not completely alone #but ist it really too much to ask that I would like to feel important sometimes? #fuck #sorry #Tumblr is an awful diary but whatever it's not like I could really tell someone this #anyways 😜✌️ #just having a little hot guy breakdown #I need to get up in 5 hours and I can't sleep

[k9iriz]

𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

(𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿, 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝘅! 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻.)

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 1

“Rhea. get the fuck out.” I yelled out, throwing her clothes as I ranted, pacing back and forth, just wanting her out of my sight, her, just sitting there, watching me throw her clothes everywhere.

You got tired of her. It was so painful to watch her mistreat you and barley giving you freedom, you watched her sip on her water, those eyes piercing into your every move.

She was so possessive, she caused public disruptions if i ever was caught talking to another woman, or even just simply helping them.

Even guys.

Her chuckling softly, sipping some more at my request, not taking me seriously.

“Did you not hear me?” I asked in a ‘duh’ tone, catching her attention as she hunched forward, running her hands down her face.

“I pretended not to.” Rhea pulled her phone out of her pocket, turning it on before putting her full attention on it.

Just ignoring you completely.

You being fed up, you snatched her phone, throwing it at the nearest wall, she was surprisingly calm at the whole altercation.

She was completely ignoring you and the breaking point was already broken.

“You don’t get it do you? You constantly ignore me and act like you don’t hear me after you just got done ruining my whole interview?” I spoke, anger raidating from me.

I barely got mad like this, but she always got you like this with her reckless actions.

“I didn’t, just made some suggestions.” Rhea shrugged.

“You threatened to break her arm! That’s my boss!” I exclaimed, even though rhea was a wrestler, she was highly capable of doing so.

“So? She was weird to me anyways.” Rhea shrugged, walking away from us.

“You think her being weird is rational to threaten to break her arm? And you don’t even know her.” I defended.

“I thought i was rational enough.” Rhea carelessly spoke, picking up her clothes that i threw.

“You’re so full of shit Rhea. You don’t see me threatening your co-workers and lashing out everything you talk to a female! Then when you do, I’m stuck with the aftermath, you don’t see that.” You exclaimed, as rhea turned around, scoffing at us.

“I don’t need you to. Because I know im yours. *scoffs* least i don’t go to work, dressed like a whore, for my boss. You might be even blowing her off too while you’re at it.” Rhea mumbled the last part, causing you to scoff, as a popping sound rang off in the room.

she held her cheek as she didn’t react, she knew what she said.

“You know what…fuck you really rhea.” You felt tears run down your face, she always gaslit you into any argument and tried to turn it on you, when she’s in the wrong.

It was sickening even trying to defend yourself.

You needed to get out of this toxic environment, and web, you were sick of it.

and it all ended today.

“Where are you going?” Rhea asked, like she didn’t just call you a name, 10 seconds ago.

“Don’t worry about me.” You walked off, you were gonna get your things another time, you needed to go.

it was time for a new start. and it was damn sure without her.

𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫…

god. everything was so right. you felt free and out on your own without having to worry about her popping up anymore.

you actually moved on faster than most people thought.

you focused getting your job back, working on getting your clothes, but just planning to leave them, sending your sister since her and rhea are inseparable, and it would be a fast process.

i fixed my red dress, slowly making sure my hair was in place as i planned on going out on a date, with my…boss, she’s pretty cool.

you picked up the roses she got you as you walked outside to her car, smiling at it all, it felt good to be treated right.

this was gonna be a good night.

𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚…

“Hey, i just came to get my sisters stuff.” She waves as rhea rolled her eyes, moving aside.

“Why couldn’t she come get her own shit…” Rhea growled, rolling her eyes.

“Rude much? Maybe she didn’t wanna be bothered with you. I wouldn’t either.” My sister scoffed, seeing our things scattered around the room, half destroyed or just thrown everywhere in the guest room she walked past.

“My god, did you just throw her stuff in here?” My sister asked, as rhea walked past, eating cereal.

“Can you just hurry up and leave, i have to be at work soon.” Rhea rolled her eyes, wanting her to hurry up.

My sister grabbed the stuff that wasn’t practically ruined, which wasn’t alot in my left suitcases, dragging them down the stairs.

“She’s gonna be pissed…” my sister mumbled.

“Why?”

“You ruined her stuff, just because she left you.” My sister protested.

“Eh, she should’ve came and got it faster.” Rhea shrugged, leaning against the doorframe as she caught the scent of your clothes, instantly driving her crazy.

she could put up the biggest front and say she doesn’t miss you, but she did. regretting her actions, she felt like she did no wrong.

she was simply just wanting what’s hers to herself.

and she made sure people knew that.

“Well she had to be at a date tonight—” my sister soonly stopping herself, spilling her location.

“A date?” Rhea stopped, shooting her head at my sister so fastly, her eyes piercing into her.

Before my sister could even explain, Rhea cut her off, kicking my suitcase across the room.

“Where?” Rhea asked, her voice dropping some octaves.

“By her job, it’s a fancy restaurant. You’ll see it if you ride past her job.” My sister shrugged, knowing giving her hose details could ruin her night.

Rhea threw her spare key at my sister, before she walked out the door. “Lock my door when you leave.”

Rhea was on a path of destruction and she made sure to see what this date “was.”

she wasn’t giving up on you, as if you had a choice.

#demi bennett #demi bennett imagine #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley #demi bennett angst #demi bennett x reader #rhea ripley angst #rhea ripley fluff #rhea ripley x reader #wwe womens wrestling

[tvfangirladdict]

Rant about all the Bi-Buck Arc hate surfacing.

Made the mistake of scrolling through comments on Instagram surrounding 911 and the cast.

I need to blow off steam, so this is gonna probably start harsh.

While there was so much heartfelt appreciation for Buck's storyline, the negative comments kept stealing my attention. I'm so tired of hearing(reading) that people think the whole show is ruined because two grown men kissed. Like, get the fuck over yourselves already. You don't agree with the relationship, you're just gonna have to deal with it the same we've dealt with Buck and Eddie's half-assed, flat, forced heterosexual relationships for the last 7 years, okay?

They all want to justify their biphobia/homophobia by saying that it's "forced" or it "doesn't make sense," or that they "never saw Buck even hint at it and it's just pandering to fans." Like, bitch, welcome to real life. If you're a real fan of this show, and you watched from the beginning, you know Athena and Michael's marriage ended first thing when he came out as gay. A muscular, "straight", black guy with a wife and two kids who'd been in the closet/denial his whole life, came out to his family, and none of them saw it coming, even if they might have suspected "deep down". This shit happens every day, okay? They're all mad cause "if he was gonna be gay, they should have made him gay from the beginning". Why? So you could form your opinion of him based on who he's attracted to? Why does this bother you so much. You were okay with it when it was Michael and Hen cause you knew from the beginning and they were your token gay characters that you've just learned to "put up with" to appease the rainbow crowd.

And it's not even the ones who are just straight up, like "it's wrong"/"it's a sin"/"it's gross", etc. that bother me the most. It's the "I don't care, you do you, but don't shove it down my throat", people that make me mad. Why is simply witnessing a queer person or relationship "shoving it down your throat"? Y'all realize they exist in real life too, right? Like, personally, I have family, friends, co-workers, bosses, who are all apart of the lgbtq+ community, and I'm from a smaller suburban/rural area of Ohio. Those are just the people in my life who are out. Why is seeing them represented in modern media so bad? This isn't covid, it's not fucking contagious. If it was your brother, your cousin, your best friend, would it be okay then? Both of my brothers have only ever dated women, but if one of them came out and said "hey, I think I might like guys too," I'm not gonna throw a fucking fit and invalidate them by telling them it's not possible because they've only ever dated women. No, I'll thank them for trusting me, and gush to them about boys because I never had a sister to do that with.

Every time I read those comments, all I can think is, you just proved that you're not a safe person to be trusted if someone in your life wants to come out.

Just, how do you give up on an entire show after one kiss? And then claim that you don't have a problem with it? You can't have it both ways. If it didn't matter to you, you wouldn't react so strongly and so negatively to it. 911 and ABC's intention isn't to question your sexuality. You don't have to worry that you're suddenly going to have to kiss Buck too, okay? Chill.

The whole "Buck has only ever slept with women" and "suddenly he's gay" responses are exactly why this storyline is so important. So many people to this day refuse to acknowledge sexualities outside of straight and gay. Why is it always, "made gay"? It doesn't have to be one or the other. It can be both, or neither.

I say this with the experience of having a mom who's still in the "I don't care as long as I don't have to see it" camp. If seeing it upsets you, you've got a problem. If it really doesn't matter and you're cool letting everyone be themselves, seeing two men together should be just as accepted as a man and a women together. Unless you're also saying we need to stop portraying men and women in romantic, sexual relationships together with kissing scenes or more graphic ones, then you can't rule with a double standard. Me and my mom loved watching Teen Wolf together, but any time there was a scene with Danny kissing another guy, she'd get uncomfortable. She even told me once, that she didn't think they should show scenes like that but she wasn't sure why when watching het couples together didn't make her feel the same way.

Safe, sane, and consensual. As long as they follow that, and are happy, why can't you just be happy for them?

If you're old enough to have been following along with this show, you're old enough to know that everyone is different. And life as an adult is about opening yourself up to the outside world and learning about what makes people different. From race to religion to sexuality to nationality and beyond. Your views, beliefs, ideologies, etc, are not the only ones that matter. Getting and giving acceptance goes hand in hand.

I get it to a certain extent. Coming from a different time and all that, but it just means you've had more time to learn. Being stubborn and holding onto what you were brought up in doesn't mean a whole lot to me if you refuse to open your mind up as an adult to look beyond yourself.

Okay, I'm done now. That felt chaotic, but I feel better. If you've made it this far, thanks for coming to my TED talk☺️

#evan buckley #911 abc #bi buck #bi evan buckley

[faybellesbeauty]

Your wish is my command.

So my favorite character, my baby, my precious child is Cerise Hood. She's such an interesting character, she feels real. I read the books back to back so I'm not sure in which is what but to me, Cerise is the character that's juggling the most(and you can absolutely correct me if I'm wrong) but she is essentially balancing her mother's, her father's AND her sister's fate in her 15? years old hands.

And, I think it's in the second book, when she reveals her secret to Raven, that I'm like, hang on this girl is not straight. She takes Raven to meet her mom, because Raven is going through that whole mess with Apple, so she takes her there, in my opinion, to prove to her that yes you can rebel against your destiny and still be happy, you won't be miserable just because you're different. Then, she tells her mom she's tired of hiding but her mom responds saying it's too soon AND SHE AGREES, as she always has. Because keeping the secret it's an essential part of their lives and the consequences for it being revealed are clear. Then when Raven is dragged to the river she doesn’t hesitate and saves her BY REVEALING HER SECRET the thing she just agreed that it's too dangerous and might ruin a lot for many people. She also chooses Raven to be her "driver" in the basket race. But like you have to remember this two haven't been friends from long, I think they have been friends for a year? and in that time period, Cerise tells Raven her secret, risks everything to save her and trusts her implicitly .

And you may ask: why does that matter? Because Cerise said (somewhere) that she was always attracted to the lider of the pack. Now, what's Raven? First of all she's royalty, so inherently she's a lider, then she is the lider of the rebels, whether she wants it or not, and furthermore she's also someone people look up for

And that to say that it bothers the fuck out of me when people say that she has a crush on Daring??? Like what?? The boy who is known for being too vain or a yapper? The boy she has absolutely zero trust in because he is a die hard royal? The boy that dosent even know about her parents?? Say what???

yeah I have very strong feelings about ma girl Cerise and it irks me when people say she isn't an interesting character or she's a hypocrite. So here's my rant, hope you enjoy it🫶🏻🙃

again,,,,, nothing to add so i’m throwing this out here 🙏 i love cerise SO MUCH and this is just. yes

#ever after high #eah #cerise hood #the insane eah blogger replies??

[qlventingspace]

Rando anon, sorry, but I just got back into BL fandom. I heard about the poi incident that happened in april I think, and I thought things were okay since Build had a concert recently. If you dont mind, could you tell me what exactly is going on? Unless you were just venting about the past... thanks in advance!

hi human, if you don't mind I'm gonna turn this post into some of a rant, because I'm about to implode. Sorry, it's not because of you, but because I've had enough of people treating other people as some saint idols just because they're actors instead of treating them as FUCKING HUMAN BEINGS. And disclaimer, I am mentally tired. So tired.

(I'm gonna do bit of summary of everything, so if you don't have time skip to next brackets for what's happening now)

To all hell bent on laughing at us and 'proving us wrong': You think some pretty face is gonna make me forget my morals? We've been there, 7 months of hell, every minute of it. Cause when you love someone you WILL make sure you make a very informed decision if you'll continue or not and you WILL sacrifice the time to do it properly.

We turned every information upside down to analyse it properly and find what is the truth and what is fabrication, so my stance is very solid. I'm making an informed decision (unlike all the people that only come to me saying he's in wrong without any proofs, only shouting).

What you could've missed?

Perhaps you missed that it was Build who made himself scarce to the point his family didn't want to leave him alone for a minute in fear of what he might do to himself while Poi was trying to obsessively reach him, provoking him to speak to her, changing her narrative every 5 seconds, happily insulting people around, left and right, including Builds sister for being some lowly single mother because her husband passed away, INCLUDING religion (islam specifically) and sending death threads to fans. Which of their actions screams A Victim and which Abuser? I beg you use your brain for a bit.

Build is the one who waited for subpoena, since Poi was shouting she was at court (she wasn't). Build is the one who went to court with a folder thick with concrete and empirical evidence. BUILD is the one PROVEN INNOCENT BY A COURT.

And POI is the one who ADMITTED TO MAKING THINGS UP.

(now what's happening currently)

Every time Build tries to move on with his life, some low life (you can guess twice who) brings up unverified 'accusations' against him.

He said it himself, if you don't like him, just don't stay in a fandom. Just don't go around spreading more hate and misinformation about him.

He.just.wants.to.live.in.peace.

As I said in my convo with a hater under my latest post: Is leaking private photos okay when it's half naked man? Is leaking private chats okay if it's a man? There's several 'new' accounts spreading his private half naked photos that were taken without his consent or knowledge he's being photographed (taken by Poi). And now the account is spreading chats (not verified) where he badmouths his colleagues and company.

First of all, there is a fake translation of those chats, that is done by (wonder wonder) a completely new burner account (joined to twt this month I think). Secondly, Build only apologized for the chats leaked yesterday (was it noon?) in those he is complaining about unfair treatment he got from his former company (BOC).

Build never left anything for which he was truthfully responsible for go without an apology.

Why is he required to constantly apologize for the fact that HE COMPLAINED TO HIS FRIEND IN HIS PRIVATE CHAT ABOUT UNFAIR TREATMENT AT THE WORKPLACE?

I'm absolutely sure (sarcasm) that if all of your private chats got leaked now you would come out of it as absolute saints.

And then the account continued to publish thai chats with misleading captions, and fake translations, while the actual translations of those chats weren't that bad as the caption wants you to believe.

All in all it's just a normal person venting to his friends about his life and private matters.

Oh and did I tell you about that account threatening Build to leave the entertainment industry or they never stop?

As of today, guess who's again going to court because he's getting continuous harrassment? Build.

Because he's a victim, whose abuser is constantly attacking him and he has no other means to defend himself but the official jurisdiction.

And think what you want, but the lack of action from the company's side while he was under their care, unfair treatment, complicity in assuring he's gonna stay with Poi when he tried to seek a way out, throwing him under bus while he was under their management and also after, playing on both sides.....

I'll let you make up your mind. But there is too many things that just click together and for me: BOC as a company is complicit. In harrassment, in abuse. They are still working with and following Poi.

If you don't wanna see Build as victim, what about Barcode then? She harrassed him. What about Mile and Apo then? SHE HARRASSED THEM.

Yet the company is still working with her, because she has money and power and they have a sinking boat and planned projects.

I said what I said.

That cursed company will never see a damn penny from me ever again.

And someone on twitter said enlightening thing.

Why is it only now, only THIS company that has a problem with Build? While people from all his previous projects (actors, directors) are hyping him up and supporting him?

Build just wants to live his life. He is just a human being, as we all are. We sometimes do weird shit and bad shit and vent to our friends. But because he's public person he needs to be humiliated and treated like shit publicly while if it was you or me we'd just disapear for a week in our room and no repercussions would await us after?

Build is not an abuser. He is proven innocent BY COURT.

All he ever did was that he trusted the wrong people.

#build jakapan #build jakapan puttha #be on cloud #kinnporche the series #thanks for asking anon #and you others who know only how to hate: don't try me

[winns-stuff]

LO RANT: Possible Trauma Dumping(?)

I’m sorry y’all I know you’re tired of seeing me but it really really irks me how Thanatos got treated as a child. Mainly because it reminds me so much about the relationship between my own parents and how much I relate to Thanatos so much.

Let me explain, back when I was a little younger and impressionable I used to look up to my parents like they were the best thing ever, nothing and no one could compare to my parents because I truly believed they were the best people on Earth. I loved them so much it hurt, but then they started becoming very distant with me specifically. They left the room when I walked in, their conversations would stop, they would turn off the TV or even turn it up on me, basically do everything in their power to absolutely ignore me or get me to go away. I was so confused around this time because I didn’t think I did anything to them, I was always on my best behavior and I never gave them problems, I would comfort them when they needed it, ask them about their day, defend them, I did it all. Yet their attention was only ever on my younger sister and brother, and don’t get me wrong I love them dearly there’s no doubt about that, but around the time they weren’t the best acting kids cause they were young but my parents had all the patient, love, attention, encouragement, and everything for them. They’d be in the same room as my parents laughing and having a wonderful time before I walked in and “ruined” everything. They loved them, yet they kept complaining about how all of us were terrible kids and how we make everything hard for them, they said more things I’m not going to say but it was mostly pertaining “our” behavior. Around the time that they started sharing their complaints with us I worked even harder to be a good kid, I did everything I was supposed to and worked myself without asking for their help just so I could get their attention. But it would never go to me, just them. My siblings could run all over my parents but if I even cried in front of them they’d be irritated and not want to deal with me.

Anyways, you might be wondering “winnie.. what does your childhood have to do with this LO rant?” and I’ll be happy to ease you of your wonders don’t worry. Basically, the parallel I was trying to show was the fact that Hades moaned and groaned about not being fertile enough for kids and wanting to have children and a family yet the perfect opportunity to actually have a son of your own comes by and he treats him like shit. My parents also moaned and complained about how their children were absolutely horrible spoiled brats that always needed to be punished while ignoring me, the kid who was actually trying for them, I know they’re a little different but you see what I’m trying to say here right? It irks me on how Hades just doesn’t except baby Thanatos even though he was literally like a toddler or something. It was easy to see that Thanatos looked up to you and he wanted so desperately for you to notice him but instead he decided he wasn’t worthy or he wasn’t what he wanted. I think that’s really fucked up, it reminds me of those pro-lifers who remind everyone to adopt babies instead of aborting them but don’t even contribute anything to adopting children of their own. Just because a child is not biologically yours does not mean you should treat them like they’re some sick disease you need to stay away from, he could’ve just went and got someone else to care for Thanatos if he genuinely didn’t believe he would be a good father but instead he exploited Thanatos at a young age and used his impressionable image of him to his advantage. Obviously Thanatos would’ve did anything Hades would say because he was a baby and he genuinely believed Hades was like a father.

One other thing that ticked me off is that it just hits close to home for me. I’m not my dad’s biological daughter and I just found out about it last year (yeah they wanted to keep it a secret from me) but it’s got me thinking that maybe my dad (non biological) doesn’t want to bond with me because he doesn’t see me as a child he has to care for. Like he doesn’t view me as his, I’m someone else’s therefore he isn’t obligated to care for or about me. But the thing with that is my dad is the only man in my life that’s ever been a father for me, not saying we’re close or we bond or anything, but he’s the only thing I have father wise.. there’s no one else except for him. So if he doesn’t want me then no one else will, which is why this chapter hurt me so badly. I saw myself in Thanatos, I felt his frustration, his desperation, his jealousy, his sadness, I felt all of those emotions because that was me once upon a time. Wondering why my father didn’t want to spend time with me, why he would only call for me if he wanted something, why he didn’t want to talk to me, or ask my passions, ask my inspirations, why didn’t he want to form any bond with me. I’m sure Thanatos was the same way since Hades never exactly shared any moments with him, all he was to him was a worker.. he was nothing else, he didn’t see him as worthy, as his or even good enough to care for. And that hurt me because it was sort of a solidifying moment with my thoughts on my own dad, him and Hades are both the same.. They blame you for not reaching out, for not talking to them, for not being your own damn parent. You’re the bad guy, not them and surprisingly they’re the victims too. You kept them hostage in this relationship that they wanted no part of and he felt so obligated to take you, like he had no choice. You’re the reason why he never accepted you and it’s your fault he never wanted you in the first place.

Anyways, I’m sorry I had to get that off my chest.. Honestly, this has to be one of my more emotional rants because I got a little too into at the time. It was really hard for me to write this and honestly, I wrote this on Monday but I took so many mental breaks throughout the week I’m finally getting done with it Friday night. I would also like to apologize if this was like any trauma dumping or anything, I notice that I may do that a lot I’m not sure if anyone can clarify or educate me more on the process I’d be very thankful and I’ll put like a warning just so if anyone wants they can skip this.

#anti lore olympus #lo critical #anti lo #lo hades #lo thanatos

[sanriopinterest]

♡𝔼𝕩𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 ♡

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(I did write this with a black reader in mind so ignore some descriptions if you want)

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The alarms sounded from outside, making it hard for me to go back to sleep. I grumbled and went back under my covers, (f/c) sheets now covering my vision. Just as I was drifting off to sleep the floor fell from under me. "Having a good mornin panty" Garterbelt asked.

"Y'know all I want out of life is to wake up next to some morning wood""Is there anything hard you won't refuse to jump on?" Stocking asked. "Oh stop it with the self righteous bullshit everyone's got a hobby" she answered. "Yeah thats true, I'll stick to my video games" I said waving my gameboy. "Don't you ever crave protein?""Don't you ever not?""Hey its good for you, ain't that right garter?" she asked." Shut up!" he yelled spreading spit everywhere.

{Your outfit, if you want make it (f/c)}

"Hey girls"What is it Panty?" "You ready to roll?"

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"Bingo! Found him!" Panty yelled as she hit him with see through." And knock out" I said pointing to his now mangled body."A toilet and a plumber dude?" Stocking questioned standing next to sharing my face of unamusement. "Yeah that's him""Are you sure?" I asked. I mean the dude was K.O'ed on the floor. "That's the fucker we're looking for, isn't that right asshole?" she stated taking off her panties and turning it into a gun.

"Tell me, do you feel lucky punk? Well do ya? Do ya". "That might not be him" Stocking stated the obvious." This is kinda embarrassing.. " I mumbled. Panty shot him three times before finally realizing, "I don't think it's him". "Colour me shocked" Stocking replied. "Told ya hoe" I replied tired.

"Please stop hitting me ot really hurts, I haven't done anything" The man started complaining. "Fuck, your a hot piece of ass""You are preaching to the vag sister" the woman interupted. "When were you invited?" I asked."Hang on to these for me" Panty said handing her panties to me."Why is it soaked already?" I asked. While she was doing her 'hobby' me and stocking went back to the house and ate sweets.

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"Well he's feeling lucky now""He was literally a shitty plumber who hangs in dirty ass bathrooms everyday" I said tired of her rants. "So true, and my pipes are totally clean""But your underwear isn't" I said giving back her previous pair. "How long have you been waiting to use that joke?""Ugg it seems like forever. I couldn't not, know what I mean?". The next things that I heard were garterbelt yelling and panty talking about how good he was in bed. I played with my braids.They were my favorite color,(f/c). 'I am so ready to go to bed' I thought.

It needed some sleep but Panty was taking up the whole couch. Garterbelt soon gave up and let us eat dinner, curry. "Your curry is unreal garter" Stocking complimented after stuffing herself full. "That's cause its black baby, you won't ever go back" he laughed. "So what's up for dessert?! Im guessing chocolate! For no reason in particular". "Was that a racist joke I heard?" I asked her.

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" We got angels man! Panty, Stocking, and (y/n) your up!" Garterbelt boomed."Are you talking about that walking turdsicle over there?""That goth chick next to it who obviously has daddy issues""And the sluggish, braided, chocolate beauty next to them?" The officers asked." It's time for us to flush the toilet".

{Your angel outfit, add hints of (f/c) somewhere}

{You know how this goes just add your self, you use your sleeves to make an bow and arrow).

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Panty shot a hole in the poo monsters head. Soon enough Stocking sliced the smelly thing and I delivered the final blow by shooting a heart shaped arrow into his skull. Everyone cheered for joy as poop fell down from above. "Gross~" I whined taking an umbrella from a nearby citzen. As poop rained down a single heaven coin fell from the sky. "Good angels you got a coin" Garterbelt said picking it up. "All that for just one" Panty stared. "Are you serious?" I asked looking at the coin covering stocking with the umbrella. "Yeah one closer so stop your bitch'n".

The giant bell wrung signalling its defeat. "Now keep your promise and go buy us those cakes, I need sweets stat""Yeah, yeah look I found a tasty treat for me to"panty said dragging along a boy. "It smells so bad" I gagged running to catch up. "You still have a punishment to face"Garterbelt said. "OOooh with bondage?""Now what would I get out of that?" he asked."Nasty" I mumbled.

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Up To Heaven and Down To Hell

Chapter 6: Magic Man (Part 2)

(More chapters are coming soon! As always, take heed to the warnings listed above and proceed with caution. Slight smut is in this chapter too. Without further ado, here is the remainder of Chapter 6, I hope you enjoy!)

Ali had caught a glimpse of his car back in the driveway, but neither Elliot nor Rue had emerged. He knew something was up.

"I think they might be back Leslie. I'm gonna go and get my keys from this fool. I'll also bring Rue back in here for you."

"You're so sweet Ali, thank you."

"No problem." He said as he went outside.

Elliot and Rue were both extremely close to orgasm. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her and the friction between the two of them was getting to be too much to take.

Ali saw his car kind of moving a bit, that's when he knew that Elliot was up to something.

As he got closer, he heard them.

"Elliot!" Rue cried out.

"Fuck! Rue!" Elliot groaned.

"You nasty motherfuckers! Put your goddamn clothes back on and quit humping in my fucking car!" Ali yelled.

Elliot looked up and rolled the window down. He was still thrusting in and out of Rue.

"We're so close, man. Just... a... few more... minutes..." He panted.

"No, man! Gross! Y'all better quit fucking in my car!"

"Can't... gonna... fucking... cum!" Elliot moaned.

Rue's back arched as she finally had her orgasm, her top was off, so Elliot managed to catch her left nipple in his mouth as he rode out his orgasm.

"Shit! Oh my god... Elliot, you're fucking amazing." She said breathlessly before kissing him.

He took the condom off of his cock after sliding out of her. He then zipped and buckled his pants back up and put his shirt back on before opening the car door and getting out first, shielding the window with his body while Rue put her clothes back on.

"What the hell is wrong with you, man? Do you know how fucking disrespectful that is? Come on man, you're in her mama's driveway doing that shit. And if you got cum on my seats I'm gonna fucking kill you."

"Relax man, it's groovy." Elliot replied as he reached into his back pocket, pulling out his Marlboro cigarettes and lighting one up, taking a long drag from it.

"No its not fucking groovy! You just defiled my goddamn car!" Ali yelled before he sniffed the air and opened the car door on the driver's side.

"Fuck! Ali! I'm getting dressed!" Rue yelled.

"I'm not looking, put your clothes on! Were you motherfuckers getting high up in here!? Did you touch the stash in the glove box!? Motherfucker! I'll be damned!" Ali said in an annoyed tone.

Rue finally put her clothes back on and got out of the car with the to-go Chinese food.

"I'm so fucking disappointed in you both. You go out for a couple of hours and this happens!? Next time, I'm coming with you! Can't trust nobody!"

As Ali ranted, Rue took the cigarette from Elliot's lips and took a drag of it herself before putting it between her fingers and kissing him. She then gave it back to him.

"Are you two dumbasses listening to me!?" Ali ranted in the background.

Rue and Elliot ignored him.

"The party is tomorrow. You're coming?"

"Of course. I'm also gonna bring a buddy of mine." Elliot replied.

"Sounds good. We'll all meet here tomorrow morning and then go ahead to Cincinnati. It's not far."

"Alright then Foxey Lady... sounds like a plan. I'll see you later."

"Later." Rue said before they kissed again and parted ways while Ali was still ranting about catching them fucking in his car.

After she got back inside, her mother gave her a look as she put the leftover Chinese food in the fridge.

"What happened out there?"

"Uh, nothing."

"Rue?"

"I'm tired, I'm going to bed. Goodnight!" She said as she ran upstairs to the room she shared with her sister as her mother called after her.

Gia sat up in her bed and sized Rue up.

"Did you have sex? You look like you did."

"Go to sleep Gia." Rue replied with an annoyed gaze.

Gia rolled her eyes before laying back down.

"You're never taking my car anywhere ever again." Ali said to Elliot after they said their goodbyes to Leslie.

"Aw come on, man."

"Don't man! You're not taking my car anywhere, not after this shit... fucking disgusting."

"But Ali-"

"Nope! Get in the car!"

"Fine, dad!" Elliot teased as he took another drag from his cigarette and got in the car.

"Lucky I can't whoop your ass like a dad. Shit." Ali muttered as he got in the car, before pulling out of the driveway.

Nate had finally let Cassie into his office with his permission. He was finally going to tell her some of what was going on in regards to The Organization the night before the party was to happen.

Pink Floyd's Welcome To The Machine played on the radio in his office as she came down the hallway. As she made it to the door to his office in her robe, she knocked on the door.

"Come in." Nate said as he put the last of the documents in a filing cabinet.

"You told me to be in here at ten o'clock sharp... here I am." Cassie said.

"Good girl. Come, sit right here on my desk." He said as he patted a spot on his desk near him.

She closed the door behind her and sat down on his next near him.

"I've got something important to tell you. Aspen... the leader of The Organization is dead."

"I already knew that, Nate."

"Well, who do you think takes over The Organization now?"

"Um... well, did he have any kids? If he did then his kids take over, right?"

"No. The idiot actually never had any kids, oddly enough."

"I... I don't know who could take over The Organization then Nate."

"You wonderful stupid cunt. I'll show you who's taking over." He got up and pulled a bunch of Aspen's documents from his desk.

"Take a look at these."

Cassie looked at some of them... they had all been addressed to Aspen.

Then, suddenly it clicked.

"W-What? No... Why do you have these? I... You... Nate... How?"

"You don't need to know the specifics. But, that's why I'm throwing this party. The press is gonna be there and everything to announce that I'm taking over The Organization. Cassie..." He took her face in between his palms.

"This is bigger than just you and me. This is the future. This is what we were born to do. I'm their God and you're gonna be their Goddess... their blueprint... their mother. We're fucking wealthy right now, but by tomorrow night... we're gonna be fucking powerful."

She looked scared and unconvinced.

"Think about your lowest moment... I want you to think about a moment where you felt exceedingly weak. So weak that you felt like you didn't fucking matter. Now dial that weak feeling down to nothing... and now I want you to imagine feeling absolutely fucking powerful like you're the only person who matters when you walk in any fucking room. The type of power you can only dream of." He said as he looked into her eyes.

Her look of uncertainty faded as she took a deep breath.

"By tomorrow you're gonna fucking have that kind of power. As your husband, I promise you that Cassie. People are going to fall at your feet and worship you for once in your goddamn life, and it's all because of me." Nate said.

Cassie was breathless, tears streaming down her face as she swallowed and digested each word he spoke.

He leaned down and kissed her. They kissed for a few minutes before coming up for air.

"Thank you Nate."

"For what?"

"For making me a Goddess." She said with a smile as they kissed again before he picked her up bridal style and carried her out of his office, shutting the door with his foot and carrying her to their bedroom where he made passionate love to her.

They had a rushed doctor's appointment that had both Fez and Lexi nervous.

"This appointment has me nervous... and so will our flight." Lexi said with a less than thrilled tone of voice.

"I know ma. I'm nervous about this appointment too... but, you know if you ain't actually pregnant yet... we've got so many chances to make sure you are." Fez said.

"And I know you ain't happy about the flight today but we gotta take a plane to get there Lex. Driving would take too damn long and I know you want us to get to Cincinnati real quick, go to your sister's party then go back home." Fez added.

"I know. It's not gonna be fun either way."

The doctor came back into the room with the test results.

"Mr. and Mrs. O'Neill, I have the results of the test. Congratulations, you're pregnant." The doctor said.

Lexi grinned at Fezco who grinned back at her.

"So you really are-"

"Yeah! I know! Oh I'm so happy!" Lexi replied.

"I'll have to do an ultrasound to see how far along you are and if it's more than one." The doctor said as she brought the ultrasound machine into the room and put the ultrasound goo onto Lexi's stomach before going over it with the wand.

On the screen what they saw surprised them.

"What is that?" Fez asked.

"Oh my... well, it looks as if you're about five weeks pregnant and your belly is already growing at a more rapid pace than it would with a normal pregnancy because that Mr. and Mrs. O'Neill are three babies on the screen." The doctor confirmed.

"I'm sorry... three!?" Lexi asked.

"Yes, you're going to be having triplets."

"Holy fucking shit!" Fez exclaimed as he gazed at the screen. He suddenly felt... extremely overwhelmed. He was going to be a father, but not just to one kid... to three kids!

Fez started breathing heavily as he tried to make sense of everything in his head, but Lexi touched his hand which caused him to calm down.

"It's okay Fez. We're gonna be great parents. Remember what we talked about. Remember what I told you? You're going to be an amazing father." Lexi said as she gazed into his eyes.

"You're gonna be such a great mom, Lexi. I mean it ma." He said before he kissed her on the cheek.

The doctor wiped the goo from Lexi's belly and Fez put his hand to her belly.

"Three of our babies in there... I honestly couldn't be more happier."

Lexi teared up as she smiled.

"Me too." She said as she put her hand on top of his.

Marie, Faye and Ashtray were all in the waiting room.

"So, is she like... dead? Oh my god did Lexi die?" Faye asked.

"No dumbass. Lexi's getting a checkup because she might be pregnant." Ash replied as he glared at Faye.

"Aw... a baby. That's so cute. When I get older, I want one." Faye said.

"Some people just don't need to have kids, hun. And you're one of those people." Marie said as she smoked her fourth cigarette of that day.

Fez and Lexi came into the waiting room after the checkup was over.

"So? What's the verdict?" Marie asked.

"You're gonna be a great grandma." Lexi said excitedly.

Marie immediately stood up, an incredulous look on her face before she took her cigarette out of her mouth, her arms dropping to her side as she stared at Lexi and Fez in disbelief.

"Holy fucking shit." She said.

Faye reached for the cigarette in between Marie's fingers and managed to get it and put it between her own lips, taking a drag from it.

"And that ain't all, we're havin' triplets." Fez revealed.

Now it was Ash's turn to speak.

"What the fuck!?" He shot up out of his seat.

"Triplets!? You fuckin' knocked her up that much to the point where we gon' be livin' with three of youse!? What the Hell!?" He yelled. Ash looked... insulted.

"Yeah, man. You gonna be an uncle three times over so you better get used to it."

"Fuck this!" Ash said as he stormed out of the waiting room.

Lexi was taken aback.

"I'm sorry about him Lex. He really don't like change in a short amount of time. He gotta get used to it though." Fez replied sheepishly.

"Yeah Fez, I get it. Let's just give Ash some space and time to digest everything." She said reassuringly.

"I'm happy for you kids. I really am. Hey blondie you ain't got nothin' to say?" Marie said as she turned around to look at Faye who oddly enough hadn't spoke.

"Uh, yeah... how are the babies gonna like, come out? Do they like, come out of your vagina at the same time or something?" Faye asked with a dumbfounded look on her face.

"I... don't think so. I... hope not. That sounds really... horrific." Lexi replied.

"Yeah Faye, that sounds like a goddamn horror flick, where the fuck did that come from?" Fez asked.

"Was just asking. Congrats by the way. Does that like mean I'm a godmother?"

"Nah, you gon be a auntie." Fez replied.

"Oh. Far out."

"Alright, let's get going. Our flight is in a few hours and I just want it to be over with." Lexi said as she started to walk out of the waiting room.

"Yeah, let's go." Fez said as he followed her alongside his grandma and Faye.

Ash was leaning against the car in the parking lot. Thinking over all these new changes in his head when his family got over to the car. After the doors were unlocked, everyone piled in.

He didn't speak, which slightly irked Fez.

"Bro, you ain't gonna at least congratulate us?" Fez asked as he pulled the car onto the highway.

Ashtray shrugged wordlessly as he looked out of the window.

"Come on man, use your fuckin' words. I know a cat ain't got your tongue."

Ashtray stuck his middle finger up at his brother.

"Ooh he stuck up the finger..." Faye said, slightly instigating as she popped a pill into her mouth.

"Ash, I know you sixteen, but quit actin' like a damn five year old for a sec! This is great fuckin' news. Ain't you happy?"

He finally spoke.

"Fuck no. First you get married, then she starts livin' with us, then you knock her up and we find out there's three of your kids in there, man! It's too fuckin' much!" Ash yelled from the backseat.

"Oh and not to fuckin' mention the fact we gotta go to Cincinnati of all fuckin' places to go and see her dumbass sister!" He added.

"Hey! No need to be a dick, Ash. Cool your fuckin' jets. Now." Marie demanded as she gave him a look.

"Thank you Marie... and Ash, all of this change... it could be a very good thing for you. Plus when we go to Cassie's party, who knows? You might meet someone there. That's change in and of itself." Lexi said.

"Yeah, you're right ma. What about Rue's little sister, the one you were lookin' at at the luncheon?" Fez mentioned.

"What!? I wasn't lookin' at her..." Ash mumbled.

"Yes you were, you couldn't take your fuckin' eyes off of her. What's the deal with that, bro? You wanna get married to her or somethin'?" Fez asked teasingly with a smirk.

"Oh shut the fuck up!" Ash said as he blushed.

"Ooh Ash has a crush!" Faye said excitedly.

"Can all of y'all shut up! Damn." Ash retorted as he sank down into his seat as everyone chuckled.

They had arrived on time for the flight. As usual, Lexi had been miserable on the flight until it finally landed in Cincinnati.

The O'Neill's got a cab and ended up at the hotel they had booked that afternoon. Marie would be staying in the same room as Fez and Lexi, while much to Ashtray's annoyance, he'd be sharing a room with Faye.

"I got somethin' for you, ma." Fez said to Lexi as he reached into his luggage.

He got out a fur coat.

"Oh my god! Fez!"

"Just like I promised baby. You like it?"

"Oh I love it! Thank you!" Lexi said as she tried it on, it fit perfectly.

"We gotta start getting dressed. Grandma?"

"Yeah, Snowflake?"

"Can you go next door and tell Ash and Faye to start getting ready? Tell em' to put their best fuckin' outfits on. We bout to go to that mansion lookin' fly as hell."

"Gotcha." Marie said as she left the room.

"What are you gonna wear?" Fez asked Lexi.

"You'll see." Lexi said with a smirk as she grabbed her bag that had her outfit in it. She gave Fez a quick peck on the lips before heading over to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

"Are we there yet?" Custer asked in the backseat as he took a hit from his bong.

"No, man! Now quit asking!" Ali said.

Elliot hated the fact that he wasn't driving and that Rue wasn't in the car. She was riding in the other car with her mom, her sister and Jules.

"We'll be there soon, Cus." Elliot replied.

"Hey man, you think that blonde junkie chick is gonna be there? The one with the big ass eyes and the big ass lips? I think her name was Faye." Custer said.

"Probably. Rue told me that Faye lives in Boston with the O'Neill's who might be coming to the party. You might see her. Why? You like her?"

"Yeah... she's kinda hot. In a... dumb junkie bimbo kind of way."

"You dudes got some strange taste in women." Ali said with a chuckle as he shook his head, switching lanes on the highway.

"Says the man who turned on the Ali charm on my fiancés mom last night." Elliot retorted.

"Hey man, Leslie isn't just a fox... she's a respectable woman who deserves more than charm. She needs a man like me to take her out and show her how respectable a man can be." Ali said.

"You? Respectable? Yeah, sure..."

"You can't be fucking talking Elliot. You had sex in the backseat last night with your fiancé, in her mama's driveway after one date. You're the last person to be talking about respectable anything!"

"What!? He fucked her!? Wait... in the... backseat? Ewwwww! Did you guys fuck right where I'm sitting!?" Custer asked frantically almost dropping his bong.

"Uhhh..."

"Fuck Elliot! That's disgusting! I don't wanna sit where you fucking came inside of her, man! Switch seats with me!"

"No! What are you nuts!? We're on the goddamn highway! I'm not switching seats with you! And for the record I didn't cum inside of her... I wore a condom you dumbass."

"Ooh yeah, like that makes it any better!" Custer yelled his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Fuck you, man!"

"Will the both of y'all shut the fuck up!? Almost made me miss my turn. Shut up and listen to the radio goddammit!"

Come Together by The Beatles came on the radio and Ali turned it up as he kept driving down the highway.

"That flower arrangement needs to be in the middle of the table." Cassie said as she pointed at the lilac and daisy arrangement.

Nate had hired party organizers to arrange and decorate the entire house for the party. Cassie decided to make herself useful by telling them what should go where and what looked good and what didn't.

"That's perfect." Nate said with a smile as he tightened his cufflinks as he came downstairs.

He kissed Cassie on the cheek as he admired the huge decorated living room.

"You did a great job. Now, go get dressed and I'll kick everyone out before our guests and the press get here. The outfit I picked out for you is hanging on the closet door."

"Okay, thank you daddy." Cassie said as she started going upstairs.

"Oh and Cassie?"

"Yes honey?"

"If you embarrass me at this party, you're going to be sorry." He warned with a cheerful tone before disappearing further into the living room.

Cassie gulped as she slowly made her way to their bedroom.

Her outfit was indeed where he said it would be and it was a light pink poodle skirt dress with white polka-dots and pink heels. It was very housewife-esque... and she loved it. A tear fell from her eyes as she went to the bathroom to put her dress on.

The guests and the press arrived at the house that evening. Nate was busy speaking to the press about what was possibly in store for the evening, while Cassie busied herself with greeting and talking to her family and friends. She couldn't help but notice however, that Lexi and the O'Neill's hadn't shown up yet.

"Did you invite your sister?" Suze asked her, she already had a glass of champagne that she was almost finished with and was eyeing her second glass.

"Of course I did, mom. It's her decision on if she even wants to come or not." Cassie replied.

"I just want you girls to get along. That's all I want."

Elliot, Ali and Custer had finally arrived and Elliot had started making out with Rue the second he saw her in the living room.

"Woah, okay when did they get cozy together?" Kat asked as she took a sip of wine as she spoke to Ethan, Maddy and Jules.

"She told me that he came over to her house the other day... I think they fucked." Jules said quietly.

Maddy almost choked on her caviar covered crostini.

"What the fuck!? Did she tell you they fucked or...?"

"No, but I think they did... why would she be so willing to makeout with him at a party?" Jules asked as she cut her eyes over at her friend who was still making out with Elliot.

"Are you jealous?" Kat asked as she raised a brow.

"What!? Me? No..." Jules said as she sipped her beer.

"Mhm..." Maddy replied as she gazed at Jules.

"I enjoyed our conversation yesterday." Ali said to Leslie as he gazed at her.

"I really enjoyed it too." She replied.

"I was wondering if you uh... wanted to go out sometime? Maybe get something to eat, so we can talk more?" Ali asked.

"I... think that would be a wonderful idea." Leslie said with a smile.

Marsha, Aaron and Cal had briefly mingled with the press before talking amongst themselves.

"Is his wife's sister and that ginger bastard gonna come to the party?" Aaron asked.

Marsha rolled her eyes wordlessly.

"No idea... but, I hope so." Cal said with a dark look on his face.

The speakers in the house started playing Miracles by Jefferson Starship.

"I just hope your sister shows up. Anyways I'm just... so proud of you sweetie. Being a wife is such a good look on you." Suze said as she got her second glass of champagne.

"Thanks mom." Cassie said as she smiled.

Nate walked over and hugged Suze.

"Mrs. Howard, it's great to see you. Are you enjoying the party?" He asked as he put his arm around her as the cameras snapped a picture of the two of them.

"Oh, definitely! Oh it's wonderful! Thank you for having me. Cassie, he's such a great guy! I love my son-in-law!" A tipsy Suze said as she hugged Nate.

Cassie stood there with a frown on her face... the friendly and obedient wife façade dropping from her face momentarily as she heard what her mother said.

She wanted to scream that he wasn't a good husband, that he was awful... but she couldn't. She knew she had to keep up appearances.

"Yeah, he's definitely the best husband I could have ever asked for. He's perfect." Cassie said with a grin that was plastered onto her face, before the cameras snapped a picture of her.

"Would you look at that shit? She looks like a fucking doll." Maddy said from the other side of the room as she watched Cassie and Nate.

"Yeah. I wonder why the hell the press is even here? What the fuck does he have up his sleeve?" Ethan said as he sipped his wine.

"Right? I don't fucking trust it." Kat said.

Rue and Elliot came over to them and sat down on the nearby couch.

"Where the fuck is Lexi? I thought she was coming?" Rue asked as she sipped her water.

"No idea. I haven't seen her or Fez's family or Fez yet." Jules replied.

"I hope that Fezco's brother comes too..." Gia said from her spot in the nearby corner.

"Why? You like him?" Rue asked with a smirk.

"No! I just... think he's interesting..." Gia said as she blushed.

"Ooh Gia has a crush!" Jules said.

"Shut up!"

Custer sat down near Elliot on the couch.

"You doing alright, man?" Elliot asked.

"Yeah, I'm not used to being in a big ass swanky house like this..." Custer replied as he looked up at the massive chandelier on the living room ceiling.

"Just don't fucking steal anything." Elliot warned.

"Alright, alright. I won't!"

The party was in full swing, everyone was talking, some guests were dancing when Janis Joplin's song Piece of My Heart blasted through the speakers.

"Come on, let's dance!" Jules said as she grabbed both Elliot and Rue's hands.

She started dancing as if no one was watching.

"Damn Jules, you really know how to bust a move." Elliot said with an impressed look on his face.

Rue was dancing as well and laughed a bit.

"Yeah, but I'm a better dancer." She said as she kissed Elliot's cheek.

All three of them laughed and landed on the couch as the song ended.

Meanwhile Cassie was at the bar, drinking some Coca-Cola when Maddy strolled up to her.

Angie by The Rolling Stones played over the speakers.

"Hey." Maddy said.

"Hi." Cassie replied.

"I just wanted to-"

"I don't wanna hear it. Whatever you have to say Maddy, I just... I don't wanna hear it."

"Why? Cassie... I'm your best fucking friend. Why won't you listen to me when I tell you that you're in danger and that Nate is no good for you?"

"Because you don't have my best interest at heart. You're always looking at the negatives when it comes to him... and... I just can't take it anymore. He's a good man. And you just can't see that."

Tears welled up in Maddy's eyes.

"Cassie, I've always had your best interest at heart. How could you say that shit? Everyone has always had your best interest at heart. Everyone except for the man you married. If he really had your best interest at heart, he wouldn't have hurt you. What's so difficult to understand about that? And honestly if there was anything good about him at all, then yeah I'd talk about the good things... but there isn't any. Not from where I'm standing anyhow."

Cassie shook her head and looked at Maddy with a sad yet exhausted look.

"You just don't get it. You don't understand me, or him, or our relationship. And... I don't have time to deal with that."

"Cassie. You're digging yourself into a deep fucking hole that you won't be able to dig yourself out of. And to say I don't get it? Remember when I literally ran to your house barefoot in the rain in the middle of the night with a black eye and a busted lip because Travis hit me in the face and pushed me down the fucking stairs? I'm lucky I got out alive that night. That's exactly where it's headed for you. And I'm trying to help you because I care about you, I'm your best friend, bitch." Maddy said with tears in her eyes as she gave Cassie a hurt look.

"Maybe you should stop caring about me then." Cassie responded with a cold gaze.

"What are you saying Cassie?"

"You and I... are done as friends. After tonight, I don't wanna see you again." Cassie said coldly.

Maddy looked at Cassie in shock.

"Fine. Have a nice life." Maddy said as she took a deep breath and went back over to the rest of their friends.

Tears threatened to fall from Cassie's face as she stared down at her Coca-Cola.

What the fuck had she just done?

How Many More Times by Led Zeppelin started to blast in the speakers.

Tonight was absolutely awful for her so far. She wished she wasn't pregnant so she could just get drunk... but Cassie's night would go from bad to worse when the doors to the mansion opened.

Cassie turned around in her seat at the bar in the living room, she could slightly hear the guests gasp as they turned their attention to the mansion doors while Robert Plant's voice in the song reverberated through the speakers.

Marie, Ashtray and Faye came into view first.

It was as if everyone watched the O'Neill's enter the mansion in slow motion.

Faye wore a loose fitting gold party dress with gold sandals and a gold necklace. Her hair was slightly messy and she smiled as she walked in.

Custer's jaw dropped and his eyes nearly popped out of his skull when he saw her.

Marie wore a white pantsuit with a white fedora and white platform boots.

Ashtray wore a zigzag pattern Polo shirt with black dress pants and a black suit jacket.

Gia simply couldn't stop looking at him from the corner she had been sitting in.

Then, Fez and Lexi walked in.

"Holy shit." Rue muttered as she spotted Lexi.

Nate noticed that the press stopped talking to him and was staring at... Lexi and Fez.

Nate stared daggers at Fezco from across the living room as he walked in.

Fezco briefly stared Nate down as he walked in with Lexi.

Fez wore a dark blue suit with a fuzzy long dark blue coat and white dress shoes. His chains clinking around his neck as he walked arm in arm with Lexi.

Lexi's hair was wavy but combed out down her back. She was wearing the expensive fur coat that Fez had given her, she then spun around once and threw her fur coat off to the side where the butler caught it.

Fez grinned as Lexi revealed her outfit to everyone.

It was a red floor length dress that showed off her right leg with the slit up the side, with red platform heels, red lipstick, red nail polish, and a diamond necklace around her neck.

As they walked in, Fez captured Lexi's lips in a brief yet passionate kiss before they continued onwards into the living room.

They were all smiles as Lexi's friends and intoxicated mother came over to greet her and Fez, as well as the press who wanted to take pictures of this gorgeous couple who they knew to be quite a wealthy couple in Boston and were now related to the Jacobs who were throwing the party in the first place.

Fez and Lexi posed for pictures and Lexi just so happened to make eye contact with Cassie, who was still sitting at the bar with her Coca-Cola across the room, staring at her sister with an unreadable look in her eyes and her lips slightly parted in disbelief.

The song was near it's end and Fez caught Lexi's attention again and Cassie turned back to her Coca-Cola before she gazed at the bartender.

"Give me a Piña Colada... heavy on the rum." She ordered with an unreadable gaze.

She needed something to deal with it all... after all, this was going to be a long night... a very long night...

Link to Part 1:

#fexi #fexi fic #my fic #fexi fanfic #uthdth #fexi hive #fexi euphoria #euphoria #read the warnings

[andypasta]

rant/vent post (need to get it outta my system before I do something im gonna regret)

Does anyone even actually like me for who I am? Or do they only like the good parts. People get upset and sad over pieces of me that I can’t currently do anything about. I’m sorry I scratch myself until I bleed with my nails and my chipped shark tooth necklace, I’m sorry I can’t stop doing stupid shit, I’m sorry I’m self-depreciating, I’m sorry I’m non-chalant, I’m sorry I’m un-empathetic most times and have no idea how to deal with emotion. I’m sorry I have to exist like this. If it’s an inconvenience to you imagine how it is to be me. To have to sit throught talking with so many people, naturally ambiverted and friendly, and yet knowing that once people get to know me, they’ll leave at some point. They’ll all leave, or they’ll end up with other friends. And I’ll forget to contact first. And we’ll forget about eachother, but I’ll never really forget you, but I’ll feel too awkward to reach out again. I’m sorry I’m not the perfect friend, child, partner. I try, I really do. I just can’t, and I feel more and more tired of trying every day. My grades are falling because I can’t stop putting more and more stress on myself. And I’m sorry I can’t shut up during movies and shows when I wanna tell you cool things, and I’m sorry I can’t stop talking to you about my favorite things. I’m sorry I’m so goddamn annoying, and I’m sorry that I have to exist in your presence. You’re not the first to not want me around. But if I told you the first it’d be so nonchalant, and you’d be worried about me, but for your own reasons. You don’t want to feel guilty if I do anything to myself. It’s not your fucking fault. It wasn’t until you did that. Until you told me not to hurt myself because you would feel bad and I would go to hell. Until you told me that you hated me but only talked to me because I was the only one you knew in that class. Until you told me that you wish you never had me, whether a joke or not. Until you told me I couldn’t be in your group because I was annoying. Until you told me to shut up mid conversation. Until you told me one of my favorite foods looked like vomit and it was disgusting. Thanks for that, by the way. I changed my favorite food because of that. Oh, and let’s not forget the time you promised me you would make me said favorite food on my birdbath, planned out for months, and then decided you didn’t feel like cooking and took me out to a restaurant instead. Sure they had the thing on the menu, but it’s not the same. It’s not the same. It’s not, and it never will be. But you don’t care. My feelings don’t matter because you can play it off as me being an angsty teen and having an attitude. And not that you’re fucking up bad. But I can’t tell you. How would I. You apparently never do any wrong, I’m always the fuck up here. And I have 3 years of this left. Idk if I’m gonna make it. I want to, but the chances look slimmer every time I think about it. Still, I have to keep a straight face and a happy smile. For everyone. Because I don’t want them to feel guilty. And then I see people treating eachother nicely, and I wish we have that. I wish you would tuck me in and genuinely tell me you love me, I wish you would tell me I was doing good as a friend like your sister does in theater. I wish I didn’t have to pretend to be absolutely 100% fine with people jokingly insulting me. It’s fine sometimes, but the constant kys is getting annoying. And then I express that maybe I might, and you suddenly change it up and be like “oh no don’t do that” because your previous friend did, and you want me around because “who else would I draw with”. That’s it. Nothing else. No “because you’re special to me and we’re formed sand I’ll miss you” no. Just “who else would I draw things I make you draw with?” And I get it, it’s my choice and all, but I don’t want him to not like me. Because I’m friends with his twin sister, and I don’t want to ruin the relationship with her or the friendliness with their parents. And I’m so scared, of fucking everything. I don’t even know what I wanna do anymore. Or if I’ll make it there.

#Oh and yes the “you” bits were mostly diff people #Long post #vent :3

[the-crustoadian]

Alright time for a depressing rant that I feel I need to type out to feel better

I'm fucked. I can't find a job and I have negative money in my bank account. Rent is nearly 900 dollars. I have two bills still needing to be paid. There's barely any food in the house. If I can't get a job or find some money somehow, then what? My parents will let me stay with them, but that's not in the city I live in. It's in a rural town away from all of my friends and all opportunities to go out and have fun or do anything. There's less jobs out there. If that happens I've fucked over my best friend and roommate, who can't afford this pace all on her own, and I don't know what might happen with her if I leave. Oh, and I'd have to abandon my cat, which makes me feel like a literal monster, because my Dad is allergic to cats and not very healthy. A cat in the house could actually kill him, so I don't want to do that either. So what can I do? Just go back to my parents and... Do nothing until I die? I always think about trying to stream, but I don't even have a computer. I doubt I could gain an audience by just streaming from the twitch app on my Xbox and using my mic to talk. I also just... Don't think I actually like streaming. Or anything I "want" to do for a career. Streaming. Drag. Singing. There's a few things I "love" and "wish I could be doing" but the thought of actually doing them... I don't think I'd enjoy it. Streaming for months on end with no viewers. Trying to do drag with no make-up skills, no fashion sense, and no idea on how to move my body. Everyone says I have a nice voice but, honestly, so what? I love to sing but I'd never be a good artist. I can't write songs, I have no actually knowledge of making music like my sister does, and she's barely getting anything from being in a band. Nothing seems to be worth it. None of my "passions" seem like they should be pursued, because what's the fucking point? I'm never going to succeed in them. Not fat fuck me from fucking nowhere, knows no one, no fucking drive to do anything. I'm just so tired of this struggle. I've been "lucky" that I could stay in the city for this long while unemployed, but that's only because my fucking grandmother died and I got my portion of the inheritance. But I miss her so fucking much. It's not fucking fair, none of this is fucking fair. The way the world is, the way I am, the way I'm going to ruin my best friends life because I'm a fucking failure at everything. And my cat. My fucking cat. I don't want to live without him, I can't fucking abandon him like this, he's already been abandoned by those he's loved before. I'm fucking cruel for putting him through this again. And also passing the burden to someone else. Probably my best friend. "Hey I know you're minus half of rent but could you also cover the expenses for my cat now? Thanks." Fuck. God I'm so bad with money too. This is mostly my fault for being in this position. I'm so so so so so fucking bad with money. It all goes away on fucking Uber eats or door dash and fucking weed. And the occasional video game. I don't know when to fucking stop. And now that everything is so fucking expensive it goes even quicker. Ten years in this city is all I'll get I guess. Ten years that were filled with mostly me crying about how stressful living is. Some fun, some good times and memories, but... It's been nothin but shit for a long time. And it won't get better. I'm fucked. I wish I had the balls to kill myself.

[jackerscracker]

Warning for a rant/vent below

Forever who may actually be reading this I’m sorry for posting this, talking with bots just isn’t cutting it anymore for me anymore and I just need to write stuff down. If you know me irl please leave this post. This isn’t going to be a well put together and going to have a lot of spelling errors but here we go

Incase I forgot to tag something if like to say this thing involves: SH, meal skipping, sui thoughts, and a bit of homophobia/transphobia

I’ve been struggling with my mental health a lot since last summer and things are going to absolute shit. My grades are fucking ass and it’s all because I can’t fucking focus in class. I’ve honestly tried really hard to but I can’t. My parents are blaming all my problems on technology and my teachers treat me like a toddler. I’ve tried talking to my parents about this being a neurological issue but they denied it and just think I’m being lazy. This isn’t even the first time they haven’t listen to my concerns and that’s almost gotten me killed. Back in 2020 I felt like shit. I was always tired and my stomach hurt so much I couldn’t eat and they just brushed it off as a normal teenage girl thing and I was fine. I went days hardly eating anything and threw up at a birthday party because I ate a hotdog. They only took me to the doctor after this started heavily interfering with school work and it turns out my blood sugar was in the 600s and ended up being diagnosed with type one diabetes. If they listed to my concerns I would’ve been spared a lot of pain I went through during the threeish month period I felt awful.

Diabetes has honestly ruined my entire plan for my career since I wanted to be a pilot for the Air Force since I was little and now I’m stuck trying figure out what the hell I want to do with my life. I wanted to be an animator but my mom instantly shut that down and told me it wasn’t a real job and that I should be an endocrinologist instead.

I love my mom but we don’t see things eye to eye. She was the first person in my family I told I was pansexual and instead of telling me that she supported me she just went on a giant rant about how and I quote “queer people are more prone to STDs and have horrible mental health” she’s also a religious woman and told me that being gay was a sin and that I can’t tell anyone at the barn I work at I’m gay (they all knew before her). If terrified that if I tell her I’m a guy she might actually send me to one of those “pray the gay away” camps and take away all of my access to the internet. She’s even considered putting me in her friends little private Christian school since she think public schools are “forcing” the idea of being gay into kids. Choosing not to tell my parents that I’m trans has taken me down a path where I can’t get the stuff I need to feel euphoric and comfortable in how I look. It’s gotten so bad that I can’t even look myself in a mirror topless anymore without freaking out. I’ve managed to get my hair cut decently short and use the male terms for gendered words in Spanish class but that’s as far as I can get. I honestly hate how I look and since I can’t change anything about it I’ve been caught in this web of dysphoria and SH that I’m struggling to climb out of. I’ve though about just flat out giving up on my life since it doesn’t seem to be going anywhere and just offing myself multiple times. I can’t bring myself to do that though since I have a friend who might not make it through high school if I don’t stick around and I’m not going to leave my sister to struggle through her middle school days without guidance. My dogs would also be sad if I died

I think I’m being bullied at my school but it’s weird. It’s all happens in my PE class and everyone but a few kids are in on it. It’s two groups of people doing it, I’m calling them the A and B groups to make it less confusing if you’re still reading this. Group A is just a group of friends who think it’s funny to try and exchange me in conversations where they act like I’m their friend just to entertain the rest of the group. They ask me stupid questions and always speak in a condescending tone. Group B is basically the copy & paste popular girls in the class. They just fucking shriek at me whenever I mess up during a game or when they beat me in something. One of them screamed in my ear once and I couldn’t hear well out of that ear for a while. Me and a friend had to play them in volleyball ball once and one of them just chucked the ball past me and yelled fetch as if I was some kind of fucking dog. They also like making fun of how I say things, they spent a whole class period talking about how I said the word “bloody” when I yelled at one of them. Also the teacher has witnessed most of this happening and didn’t do a damn thing about it. I’m not sure why he didn’t do anything about it, even after my friend informed me that her mom sent him an email about it.

I’m sorry again for posting this, Im just really tired and needed to just sit and write out some of the bullshit going on in my life

#I’m really sorry guys #tw skipping meals #tw self h4rm #tw vent #sui thoughts

[vikings-til-valhalla]

Hey, another random follower here I can't help with the situation at hand, it's horrible and taxing and i really hope things will be okay, besides possibly giving you some affirmation, however valuable a strangers affirmation can be. You're doing literally everything you can to help your loved ones and they're lucky to have you close. You've called the police for your friend and you've learned about your sister, your mom is safe (as far as I understand). I know those days or weeks where you can't shower and take care of yourself and THEN you get shit piled on you on top of that, and you're hella damn strong to keep going as you are. You can find a new job tomorrow, or the day after, when everything (hopefully) has calmed down just a bit. Is there a way to maybe have your sister stay at your place a bit? Helping with your mother might do good for both of you, giving her a bit of distraction and yourself a moment to rest. (and you would know she's alright) I'm wishing you best of luck, calling the police is scary and shit, but the right call in a situation like this. Saved one of my friends lives, too. Things have likely happened by now, and I don't know the outcome, but I hope he's alright. Things will be fine again. Somehow, they have to be. Can you drink a glass of water, please? (I don't mean this in a condescending way, just in case you haven't been drinking much today bc of everything that happened) You got your cat to take care of, and Elder Scrolls 6 has been announced (whenever we will get new news on it) There's always more things to look forwards to, no matter how horrible the situation. If you need someone to talk to, rant to, tell someone about your favorite Skyrim build and how broken it is or something of the like, feel free to write me whenever. Lots of love

Thank you, friend. Thank you more than what I can put into words right now.

Today is no better than yesterday. In fact, it's worse. I'm being forced to care for others at a time when I can't even care for myself. Everyone in my house is leaving to care for themselves, or isn't responding because they're too busy with themselves, and won't help me out at all. Every single second I spend not caring for someone else is time I'm spending being selfish and doing things wrong. My father, the shitass fuck he is who abuses me, he accused me of ignoring my mom in favor of my friend whose life was on the line. Mom has others who can help, they can come home and care for her, she isn't going to die. My friend though?? I'm not sure if he's even alive right now. And when I went to take a shower, I was needed to care for mom because I had to get mom some supplies, and sis was probably high again and couldn't do it herself. When I got back I tried to shower again, and sis said she was going out for an hour so I couldn't. THEN!!!! I got another text from sis!!!! She had to go to an appointment and guess who was left to watch mom???!!!! Mom finally said to take a shower, so I did. I've got pants on. I don't have anything else to wear because I have no chance or energy to do laundry today. My brothers are not answering anyone as they never pick up their phones for the house, but rather just for friends. I'm so stretched thin and all I can do is hold out hope that therapy does something for me tomorrow when I have my scheduled appointment. And, that I can pay for the appointment at all for that matter. A friend came back to town and said I can stay with her if I need, but I know that, if I do, my father will spam me with angry and guilting phone calls and texts, then sis will as well because they're one in the same, until I come home. And if sis finds out I was fired because of her, she'll lose it. If father finds out, he'll cut off all my outside contact on all my devices and I'll be helpless with no way to get help, until I land another job. And I'll never stop hearing him tell me it's my fault I lost my job, even though it isn't. I'm tired... So tired... But nobody will let me sleep. Not even for a few minutes. And if they do allow me by some chance, then somebody else is suddenly in danger and I have to stay up to help them. When it's not one it's the other, when it's not this it's that. There is no winning. And I am just tired of it. Life isn't about winning, it's about compromise and finding a balance. But the scales are tipped to one side entirely and leaving me hanging with no possible way to rebalance them.

[rajanilefreak]

My mom likes to invent chores to do when all the regular day to day stuff is done just so that she has something to complain about having to do.

Normally I'm fine with that. I'm just too used to her ranting about being tired over something that she herself decided to do unnecessarily that I just let her be. She«s happy this way and that's what matters.

What I really don't like is her coming up with increasingly even more irrelevant 'chores' to do that take up a lot of time and space and that haven't needed to be done in ages and certainly could have waited a lot longer to be done right when my sister asked us to take care of my 2yo nephew and she spend part of her ranting time complaining about a literal toddler getting in the way of her vendetta against free time and relaxation.

What was this fully grown woman expecting!?!? It's a fucking toddler! Of course he's going to get curious about all the stored crap she randomly decided to dig out of storage 'in search of a very specific thing' and want to touch literally everything! Of course all the excitement of new thing will mean he'll be running and standing all over the place and get in the way! He already runs and stands in the way enough as is, without all the random crap anyway! Why would he have any less zoomies when there's new stuff to inspect?! If anything, he'd get more zoomies from the excitement!

And she could have literally done all of this after he was no longer in our care! we have a whole summer free for her to do this crap. It's bad enough that she tries to drag me into helping her with her crazy ideas to occupy her time that SHE decided to do ON HER OWN. But having her berating a little kid for being a kid just takes the cake.

SMH.

Urgh! And I'm supposed to be the 'not normal mentally' out of the two of us. Why do I, the very much childfree neurodivergent young adult, have to be the responsible one in this house. I mean, I might never want to have kids of my own. I literally do not want a child in my care ever (I do not have the mental and emotional maturity nor patience to take care of a smol human) and still I am taking far better care of the kid than the person who made the plans (without my knowledge or input, btw, not that I would have said no because I am all for family helping each other even with my lack of skills in this area, but I would still have appreciated being asked about it) with my sister for having the kid over so that she could hurry up and finish taking care of her workload.

Now I'm off to do some more damage control. I just needed to rant about this bullshit.

#raj rants #some people should never be in charge of littler people and it shows #heck some people should be in charge of other people period #i don't have to not be neurodivergent to tell that this logic does not compute in every sense of the word but my mothers

[deadandwalking]

A rant (or three) taken directly from my notes app because lvy and Manasses demand eyes (and i don’t want to fight with them tonight)

i feel so fucking inhumane. in my body, my habits, everything. i can’t eat. i can’t sleep. i can’t even be fucking thanked for what i do. i’m so sick of things going against me no matter what. i’m sick of my body feeling wrong. my skin feels heavy, it needs to come off. my face looks wrong. my hair isn’t right. i’m too thick here i’m too thin there. i’m sick, of being sick. i’m sick of feeling like i’ll throw back up whatever i eat, i’m sick of actually being sick every time i remember the bastards who loved my boyfriend before me. i’m tired. i’m tired of love feeling like a battle and a contest and a prize rather than a right. i’m tired of mourning a baby who i would have never known. i’m tired of searching hopelessly for another hint or another clue as to how i’ll reunite with my sister. Manny and Ivy won’t leave me alone. they’re so fucking annoying. and they’re wrong. they’ll say “you’re too fat, they’re skinnier than you, you need to eat less”. i’m one of the skinniest kids in my fucking year. my only contestants are the anorexic kids and the ones who just look like skeletons. they’ll say “nobody loves you, you’re invaluable, they have better people”. i’ve got a massive social group ranging from first year to fifth year, and like 5 people have confessed to having a crush on me. they’re wrong. i’m fine as i am. i’m not too feminine. i’m not too short. my voice is fine. Ivy, needs to leave Ziggy alone. Manny needs to stop taking advantage of Mal and Mo. i am fucking fine.

I miss Erin. i know her. i know so much about her. her full name, her dead name, her mother’s full name and maiden name, her brothers’ names, the names of her mother’s dogs both dead and alive, her stepfather’s name, i know what happened at her birth, what month she was born in, i have a brief description of her, i know where she lives. i can find her. her favourite colour is pink, and she likes mangoes. her favourite song is Jägermeister by Korpiklaani. she looks after me and Vermin and Ava, and she’s looking to be a mother herself some day.

Vermin, i don’t know much about him. i know his mother’s name, and roughly when he was born. i know the year and season at least. he might have been a miscarriage. but, his favourite colour is green. he likes painting, and his favourite school subject is science. he loves to decorate with that cautionary tape and always has a spare roll lying around. he calls me Rodent and Bramblebush. Rodent, because Rodents and Vermin overlap a lot, and Bramblebush because my hair is messy. he needs glasses for reading, which he doesn’t do that much because he’s more into videogames. he hates those sporty boys from school, and he’s also really hyper. he likes to play-fight me a lot, and he’s great at looking after baby Ava although he’d never admit that to his friends. would be a horrible dad though, especially to a girl.

Baby Ava, she’s a sweet girl. she’s got these dark tufts on her head, her hair is black just like Erin and her mother. she sleeps a lot and doesn’t often cry. a perfect child, i think; one even the coldest people couldn’t help but love. she stays in a moses basket by Erin’s bed. she’s alive.

why do people keep talking to me god fucking WHY. i can’t stand these people. my ‘friends’ are all attention seeking and draining, my acquaintances think i’m ok with having a joke made of me, my family can’t open their mouths without screaming or insulting me or pushing me around. everyone can vent to me, or ask me for things, or take from me, but nobody will give fucking back. is it any wonder i speak to no one? i spend my days clinging to my boyfriend because he’s the only person i can still stand. god even now as i write this i can hear my family yelling. did none of them get the memo that i’m noise sensitive? apparently fucking not.

[quotidian-oblivion]

Opinion on all hurt no comfort?

I bend to its will. Next question.

No, but every time I sit down to write something, I end up including some sort of feels. I could be writing a crackfic then suddenly my hands are either typing up emotional feels (like what happened with "A Gold Fucking Star" I swear it was supposed to be crack. I had crack in mind),

or I go onto a different google document and spew out a whole new angst idea or add onto some angst on a fic (which is how I created a plot about Tim being cuddled by the Joker while on cuddle pollen).

I quite literally bend to its will. Whenever angst/whump/hurt comes to me, whether I'm about to sleep, or I just woke up, or I'm on public transport, or I'm in class, or I'm detangling my feral sisters, I immediately leave and go write that idea up. No matter how sleepy or tired or engrossed I am in something, I cannot rest without typing it out and recording it somewhere.

For the poor person who might have found that paper that I discarded some days ago, I'm sorry. You did not deserve to see that that day.

I just love writing it though. I have several reasons why, but not a skeleton reason. Each reason correlates to the idea. Sometimes it's projection, sometimes it's a rant, sometimes it's for fun. It varies.

I do usually end up adding comfort to the hurt because I just feel so guilty! I could hypothetically do all hurt no comfort, but I cannot really do it without the comfort. You'll see what I mean because I literally created alternate endings for the no comfort fics where there is comfort.

So, I bend to its will, but after it's done possessing me, I counter it by adding comfort. That's a TLDR.

Reading it though...

Reading all hurt no comfort is different.

Reading it is something I extremely enjoy. But I haven't read many fics with no comfort.

Why? It's not because there is a lack of them, I know there is not. It's because I'm afraid of what will happen if I do read something with no comfort and it affects me very deeply.

I will probably go into a coma to daydream the hell out of a good ending. I would create so many fics, so many rants, and let out so much grief and anger.

But.

I enjoy them. I enjoy reading them. I enjoy writing them. I enjoy them.

Thank you so much for the ask, anon. Really. Thank you. So much. I love talking about whump and this was an excellent chance to overshare and rant.

whumper-dumps ask game

#quotidian asks #anonymous asks #anon ask #whump #hurt no comfort #hurt/comfort #whumper-dumps ask game #whump ask game