#and yes- if you are one of those fuckers who said it doesn't matter for people with DID shut the actual fuck up

[night-wyld-system]

Canada Engages In Eugenics

The MAID act is actually making it so that mentally and physically disabled people would be at risk for euthanasia via purposeful eugenics by a governmental body. The fact that I as a multiply disabled person have had to see multiple people defend eugenics under the guise of "it's fear mongering to talk about". I am sick and tired of people who are low support needs deciding because it doesn't affect them people like us with more severe issues deserve to be killed or left for dead.

Track Two MAID is an act that is meant to kill off people not seen as proper workers. This is totalitarian capitalism, and as a socialist there is nothing I hate more than people who support this. It is expanding to people with mental illnesses as well as including non-terminal illnesses. I should not be killed because my legs are shitty, nobody should be killed because their legs our shitty. Nobody should be killed for their mental illness, or deformity, or disability, or developmental disorder, or cognitive impairment. NOBODY SHOULD BE KILLED FOR NOT BEING A GOOD ENOUGH WORKER FOR THE CAPITALIST REGIME.

Here is one opinion piece by a counselor from Canada.

An article on teen vouge

Another opinion piece

And a final article on the subject

Do not talk about an ongoing socio-political issue if you refuse to do your research, holy fuck you people are ghoulish for defending this shit.

The groups pushing this legislation are also trying to kill off disabled children. This isn't about stopping from going through a long painful withering away from a terminal condition or illness- this is eugenics.

CANADIAN DISABLED LIVES ARE IN DANGER

#syscourse #<- this is where we happened to see this #mentally ill #track two MAID #ableism #tw ableism #tw murder #tw euthanasia #physically disabled #government sanctioned murder #eugenics #eugenicism #and yes- if you are one of those fuckers who said it doesn't matter for people with DID shut the actual fuck up #DID is one of the most demonized disorders and if you think they won't try it you're dead wrong #I am not canadian but I fucking care about people outside of the country I live in

[snowsinterlude]

"lust at first bite."

(coriolanus snow x f. reader)

summary: a love with a hunger for flesh, a love that doesn't know any type of kindness except for it's hunger, it's much better than a love full of fragility. (repost)

c.w: heavy implications to cannibalism, drinking blood, biting, consuming eachother as a way to show love, intimacy. obsessive, possessive relationship, toxic relationship, there is eroticism in the act of drinking your loved one blood, mentions of sex, reader is very much despicted as a vampire, mentions to murder and cannibalizing a human heart

"i want to taste your thoughts and your blood. i want to wrap your brain on my finger and eat it. i want to rip your heart out of your ribcage and drink out of the hole i did on you."

chapter one: a vampire's lovebite.

you were coriolanus leech. his favorite vampire. the eroticism of your teeth sinking into his flesh during sex was enough to get him laughing with the horrible pain on his skin, on his flesh.

every oportunity you had to suck his blood, cut his skin, taste his flesh, you would be drowning in it. you loved him so much it was only necessary to show it- even if through bites.

fucking wasn't enough. kissing wasn't enough. holding hands would never be enough for you. you could feel your gums itching to sink your teeth on his white skin. you wanted to make a mess out of him, you wanted to taste him up.

"my love," you called, your stiletto red nails passing through his skin. you wanted to stab him with them. he didn't bother opening his eyes to look at you. he already knew what you were thinking.

"yes, dove." he pronounced himself, his nails scratching on your skin as your shivered with such a perverted, intimate act.

"can i taste you?" he frowned at your question.

"you already did it. we actually just did it." he joked. and you laughed, your pretty canines shining at the light of the light bulb.

"not like that, baby." you said, taking matters into your own hands as you got closer to him, your hands on his neck as you brushed your thumbs on his adam's apple. you wanted to choke him. he would look so pretty. "i want to taste your blood."

"i don't see why not." his answer made you light up immediatly, your sharp teethed smile making his heart flutter too.

that was the first bite you gave him.

chapter two: hunger for a queen.

coriolanus hand found your waist quickly, taking you away from festus with a smile. the proximity of that brat on his favorite vampire was terribly audacious. how dared he get closer to the thing he loved most? didn't he knew what could happen to him?

"my dove," he called, kissing the birthmark on your neck with a smile. "i was searching for you everywhere." he said, thumb caressing your waist kindly. he looked at festus with a soft smile, greeting him with a bow if his head as you two walked away.

he waited patiently for that fucking party to end. he hated seeing you around other men. if it was up to him, he'd happily govern panem from the inside of his study room, sending orders while fucking your throat.

"why the fuck were you so close to that fucker?" he growled, pinning you against the sink of your shared bathroom.

"which one?"

"all of them, but especially festus." he said, looking into your eyes with hunger shining on them.

"my love, you know you're panem's president right now. i can't risk your place on the government. you know that being panem's first lady i have to stick up to people. i have to hear what they have to say about you and say that you're better than those rumours." you said, teeth grazing on his neck.

"what rumours?" he asked, letting you brush your teeth on his pale neck.

"you know, those saying you are a terrible person who killed a random number of people to be where you are right now." you sucked on his skin.

"those are not rumours." he grabbed your throat, pushing you to look at him, and you did, smirking at him. "and you know it."

"of course i do. but they don't need to know about it now, do they?" you answered, and he growled, slapping you face, not hard enough for it to hurt, but enough for it to be a blushing mark on your cheek.

"you should know better than to be up there on those galas getting all intimate with those men." he said, sinking his teeth on you

hungrily, angrily.

it was the first bite he gave you.

chapter three: why don't you eat me now? you can.

day after day, your relationship with your husband was perfect.

for you two, at least. any of the maids that worked with you two agreed that your relationship with him was, to say the least, odd.

the moans on your shared bedroom at night seemed happy. the rough fucking session you both had almost on a daily, weekly basis seemed to make you both very happy.

the scratching on his back was almost crimson red. the bite marks and hickeys on your shoulders and neck were almost purple. that was the strange part. it made your maids think you were suffering some kind of domestic violence.

now, you were on top of him, riding him, your hands travelling up his neck as you finally choked him, his hands gripping on your waist so tightly that the crescent marks of his nails would probably never leave your body.

his eyes welling up, your teeth biting your bottom lip, his cock throbbing inside you.

you both wanted to eat one another.

to consume your heart, bit by bit, would be the perfect taste for him.

and to twirl his brain on a fork and eat it, enjoy it, feel the taste of his thoughts on your tongue, would be perfect for you.

and both of you didn't need to say anything, only the thoughts of consuming one another through rough bites was enough to make you both reach for your climax.

you kissed him dearly, biting his bottom lip hard enough to drain blood out of it, which you drank and felt perfectly healthy with doing so.

god knew what he was doing when he put you both together.

chapter four and last: lust for a vampyr.

smiling, you placed a silver plate in front of him on the bed.

"what is the occasion?" he asked, kissing your shoulder.

"nothing, dear." you said, taking the bell looking thing off the plate you gave him, a heart being encountered in it. "i just seemed to bump accidentaly on the woman who flirt with you last week."

he smiled, kissing your temple and laughing. "you're so jealous, bat." he said, pulling you to his lap. "god may know what to do with those poor girl's soul." he said, purring on the curvature of your neck.

"i'm just taking care of what's mine." you answered, mewling into his kisses as you pushed the platter aside.

"don't even need to. i'm attached to you, darling. i can't want nor desire anything that is not your blood or your flesh." he said, kissing your mouth in such a lewd kiss.

"don't flirt with those girls, then." you said, pouting and kissing his forehead.

"never would do that. not when i have you. best of wives and best of women." he said, sucking kindly on your neck.

you both were made for eachother. your violent vampiristic wish to drink his blood every morning matched with his grotesque cannibalism wish to devour you.

you were a match made in heaven. god blessed your relationship knowing it while he planned on giving that girl's heart to a mutt.

he wanted you. fuck those capitol girls. he had you. that was enough to get him going.

he sank his teeth on your neck at the same time you did to him, a sign of how you both needed and loved eachother. a love with hunger and strong by lust is better than a love with kindness and weak by warmth.

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow imagine #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #young coriolanus snow #young president snow #coriolanus x reader #ask blog #coriolanus x you #tbosas smut #cannibalposting #cannibalistic #asks open #fem reader #x reader #repost

[sca-nerd]

renn fair tips!!!

yes bring water, but also figure out how you can bring that water, some places only let you bring in sealed, never opened, bottles (cause alcohol is a large part of event revenue)

CASH, most sellers have got a square card reader or paypal or something, but those work at the whims of cell service, and cell service tends to suck in parks

also with cash depending on the seller they might just wave the tax. things are priced to even dollars most of the time

the crafts people (leather, blacksmiths, silversmiths, glassblowers) are where you really want to "focus" your money, not because there's anything wrong with the clothing stalls, it's just that it's harder to get those items online, and you're helping a small business

also some of the clothing sellers just buy in bulk from a place like amazon and clip off the tag, "wevez" is where i get my skirts, and the price markup can be anywhere from 2 to 3 times what you'd pay if you bought from the seller directly

the end of the last day of the weekend you can get food for cheaper, so if you're staying until close and don't want to find a fast food joint, get a turkey leg

bed bugs, (SPRAYS DO NOT WORK ON THESE MOTHER FUCKERS) the horrible truth of the matter is, it is a valid concern, moreso since COVID. so if you do buy anything, im talking books, tunics, hair wraps, corsets, trousers, a kilt. anything a bed bug could be hanging out in, you put that in a seperate plastic bag, seal it, and stick it in the freezer when you get home. then you beat out the thing a few hours later.

this doesn't kill them, but it does make them hibernate, which means you can shake them out then kill them or if youre feeling vindictive, pop them in the oven, a minimum of 120F for 90 mins gets all bugs and possible eggs. you could also put the things in your dryer on high for the longest setting, but i personally prefer the oven (and not just because i don't have a drier)

business cards! i personally collect business cards for convience and maybe one day i'll go back to pursuing graphic design, but having a designated pocket for business cards or pamphlets cause you may be grabbing a lot of them

the vibes: Its a bunch of weird nerds getting dressed up to play pretend and get drunk in the park. It can get weird, and it can get raunchy (not horny, just crass) i have witnessed several different parents huff off with their kid cause a performer made a low brow joke that was obvious enough that the kid knew smth dirty was said, MOST of the people are chill with boundries, but some never got out of that phase of being a dick cause they think it's funny

speaking of phases, renn faires are still the only place i have ever been where you've got the flagrantly queer and menanist douchebags bumping shoulders. like side eyes are made im sure, but you can walk down a path, past somebody in the loudest, most obviously gay garb you have seen outside of a drag show, then a few feet behind them is somebody else with a trump denim vest

also, back to the rauchy bit, there will likely be people there who are cool, but use outdated/offensive lingo. like I got called a fairy by a guy waiting in line for a kebob, he did try and backpedel, but im fine with being called that and his girlfriend (who obviously dragged him there) was dressed up like a fairy, so jokes were had and expensive kebab's purchased (idk what they used to season those things but they were so fkin good for just being some meat on a stick)

if you do a craft (knitting/crochet) check if you can bring your supplies in because some places don't let guest bring in knitting needles (they are often 11 in long pointy sticks so fair enough)

ASK QUESTIONS not just at the small semi educational areas they sometimes have, but also the people selling things, i love hearing people talk about their crafts (also renn faire drama is real and it is wild, and it's much more exciting because it's effect on you is almost null)

WATER WATER WATER

I KNOW I SAID THIS AT THE TOP BUT IM SAYING IT AGAIN

DRINK SOME FUCKING WATER

some faires have pub crawls and i have witnessed many a stumbling drunk get escorted out by EMTs cause he didn't pace himself and drank on an empty stomach

#renn fair tips #my mutuals rock #ask and you shall recieve

[mister-eames]

You really do be out here blessing us with all your headcanons 🥺 I’m thinking though... what about the first time Arthur and Eames make each other laugh? I am literally so about all those small and seemingly inconsequential moments that lead to the ‘oh’ moment 🥰

The Snort.

It's been an hour. A whole goddamn hour of listening to Edmund the Extractor droll on about their planned heist, circling around and paraphrasing it in so many different ways and Eames has had enough.

"...and so, if we can just reiterate the outline..."

That's it, he's zoning out.

Settling back in his chair he allows his gaze to roam around the rented office space. He catches Arthurs eye from across the room, who, if possible, looks even more bored than Eames does. At least it's not just Eames then. He tilts his head towards Egghead Edmund and makes a face, crossing his eyes and scrunching up his nose.

Arthur's lips purse as he supresses a smile, but his cheek indents, giving him away. Then, while Edmund is turned away, Arthur raises two fingers to his temple and mimes shooting himself, tongue lolling out for a moment as he plays dead, only to straighten when Edmund turns back.

The playfulness catches Eames so off guard he can't help the snort that escapes his nose.

The dirty stare that their extractor sends him is worth it.

2. The Snicker.

Generally speaking, Arthur believes in just desserts. He doesn't hold egregious grudges and tries not to interfere in matters of revenge too much. People who deserve it will get what's coming to them.

Except, Arthur also happens to have an inner thirteen year old that is not above petty pranks in the name of being the arbiter of said karmic justice - and Eames, that thief, that fucker, has been riling Arthur up all job. Little things here and there, stealing his pens, his keys, standing in front of the coffee pot in the kitchen and refusing to move when Arthur wants to make a coffee -- and on one memorable occasion, sketching dicks all over his paperwork. Dicks on his dossier.

Eames does this all the while looking at Arthur with an infuriating expression that somehow managed to be both blank and smug.

Well, that's it. Arthur has had it. He doesn't know how Eames manages to be so annoying to the point of Arthur breaking his composure, but he's achieved it.

The opportunity for a bit of pay-back comes at the end of long day, near the end of the job. It's only them and the architect left in the warehouse.

Eames goes to sit but Arthur, seeing the opening, kicks out at the base of the chair at the last second, wheeling it away. Eames drops to the floor with a heavy thud.

The startled look at his face is hilarious.

Arthur looks down at Eames with the same smug look he'd received these last few weeks.

"Messing with a mans chair," Eames grumbles, getting up, rubbing his rear with his hand as he does so. He nods Arthur. "I'm going to get you back for that, just you wait."

"You've got dust on your ass," Arthur says politely.

Eames looks back and down at his slacks, the dark fabric indeed imprinted with dust. Then he shrugs and jauntily walks away, hips swaying with an exaggerated swagger, the dusty handprint shifting with the bounce of his derrière. The architect barks a laugh at the sight.

Jesus.

Arthur swivels his chair around so Eames can't see him snickering into his palm.

3. The Giggle.

This has been the most boring job in the history of jobs.

They've been stood upon this rooftop observing the dreamscape for snipers and other assassins for hours. Worse, Eames isn't even here in the dream to forge, to be an acteur, he's here because Arthur called him and asked if he would like something to do and Eames was stupid enough to say yes. This mans mind is 'mildly' militarised, in Cobbs words, hence the need for extra manpower. At least Arthur is with his to keep him company.

It hasn't been all bad though. The boredom, after several hours, has clearly gotten to Arthur too.

"That projections' name is Brenda," Eames says. "She looks like a Brenda."

They've been playing this game for the last thirty minutes.

Arthur peers over the ledge at the projection, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, brushing shoulders with Eames to get a better look. Arthur nods, continuing their game.

"She works as a corporate receptionist by day."

The projection walks down the pavement in a respectable two-piece, talking on her phone. Eames asks, "and by night?"

"She works at a strip club."

"Oh, how saucy."

Arthur adds, "Also as a receptionist."

"Do strip clubs have receptionists?"

"The classy ones do."

"You would know, would you?"

Arthur shrugs. "It's how I got through senior year of high school."

The mental image of a barely-legal Arthur sat in the shady shrouds of a subterranean strip-club sends Eames mind to a strange place. The moment is silent, pensive. Arthur's face is solemn, like he's stuck in an awful memory, brow furrowed, lips twisted in consternation.

"You wouldn't believe how out of order their taxes were," Arthur says suddenly, shaking his head in disgust.

An embarrassing wheeze-giggle expels itself from Eames chest.

He thumps it with his fist when Arthur turns to him with a surprised smile, cheeks creasing with dimples Eames has yet to see up this close.

Oh Arthur, he thinks, grinning back as butterflies swarm in his belly, never change.

4. The Regular Laugh.

The email catches Arthur off guard. For one, it's delivered to his personal email address, the one he's had since the internet was a thing (arthur_is_king69) and secondly, it comes in the midst of a drought of work. A drought so severe that Arthur has been stuck home so long that indubitably become domesticated.

The email is brief.

at a bar for my mates 30th. they have a drink here called the king arthur. reminded me of when i stumbled across this e-male addy of urs LOL. embarrasing.

Attached is a picture. It's Eames, holding up an actual goblet and pointing to it proudly, like he's just caught a big fish. He's grinning widely, all-teeth, his eyes hazy with intoxication and good cheer.

He looks loose and happy and so dumb.

If Arthur laughs and saves the picture, well, no one is around to see it.

5. The Full-Body, Belly Laugh.

The couple next door have been going at it for an hour and Arthur is starting to get seriously pissed off.

Not that he would begrudge anyone a sex life and honestly, besides criminal activity, that's mostly what he assumes these motels are made for, but it's two in the morning and Arthur is tired, alright, he's been up for forty hours thanks to a job gone bad and has to lie low, has to share a room with Eames who snored the last two nights and it's two in the fucking morning.

"Yeah, baby," a woman moans through the wall, "so good. You fuck me so good."

Arthur stares in disbelief across the room at the other twin bed as the sounds of mattress springs squeaking rises in volume. Eames, tucked under the covers, is staring right back at him.

"How is this our life?"

"Better question is how are they still going?" Eames mumbles into his hand, eyes wide. He looks as traumatised as Arthur feels.

"Fuck yeah, slap my ass!"

Their eyes widen in unison as the headboard begins pounding against their shared wall. They say nothing for a long time, listening to the occupants next door having the most enthusiastic intercourse he has ever heard. If only the motel had working had working hot water, god, he'd get in the shower and try and drown himself - at least he wouldn't have to listen to this or Eames' snoring ever again.

"Do you think they're using a condom?" Arthur wonders idly, his will to live wilting at a rapid pace.

"Probably not, given the squelching."

A man grunts, "Oh, oh!"

For some reason that makes Eames snicker. "Fucking hell. Did you hear that bloke?" He imitates the sound. Arthur cringes at the accuracy.

"Stop."

"Fuck my ass," Eames says breathily, snickering when again when Arthur throws a pillow at him.

Arthur purses his lips together when they threaten to spread wide in amusement. "She said 'slap my ass', not fuck."

"Oh, did she?"

"Yeah."

"An important distinction, my liege."

The moans next door escalate in pitch, getting more excited and loud until its a cacophony of passionate screaming and wall-banging. There's a wailing crescendo as the occupants seem to reach completion and then --

Finally.

Silence. His shoulders relax and he slowly removes the hands that have somehow made their way to cover his ears during the climax. It's quiet. It's blissfully fucking quiet.

And then--

"Oh yeah," Eames whisper-moans, high and feminine, a grin on his stupid face.

It bubbles up and erupts unbidden. Arthur can't help it - he's so fucking tired and Eames is so annoying. He throws the duvet over his head to muffle his laughter, Eames' wheeze-laugh setting him off all the more, his stomach muscles straining with unbridled mirth.

+1. Laugh so hard they cry.

The next morning they leave their room at the exact same moment the couple next door appear to be checking out.

The woman with the mutant lung capacity steps out first, slinging a duffle over her shoulders. She's very pretty - tall, leggy and blonde who looks like she's got every inch of beauty sleep, amongst other things, that he and Arthur did not.

It's the man the steps out afterwards that has them all pausing.

He hates this man. He hates him so much he didn't think he could hate him any more before last night. A quick glance at Arthur's rigid posture, fists balled at his sides, would suggest the same sentiment.

"Edmund!" Eames greets, smiling brightly. "What a coincidence."

The extractor seems to shrivel into himself upon sighting them, as if sensing this. His fair-faced paramour has no such instinct, affectionately winding her arm around his waist.

Edmund clears his throat. "Arthur, Eames," he returns the womans embrace. "We work together," he explains to her.

"Oh, at the MoMA?" The woman looks impressed.

"And who are you?"

"I'm Brenda."

Out the corner of his eye, Arthur stills.

"What do you do for work, Brenda?"

"I'm a receptionist."

Eames bows his head, looking down at his feet, jaw positively burning with how hard he's clenching it to suppress his laughter.

"We gotta to check out," she says, disentangling herself and heading to the front office, waving. "It was nice meeting you!"

As soon as she disappears through the doors Arthur, who has not slept more than twenty minutes of microsleep in the past two days, plants his hands on Edmunds chest and shoves him, hard.

"Arthur---what??"

"If I ever have to hear you fornicating like a wild animal again I am going to shoot you. In the dick."

Fornicate, Eames recites internally, slapping a hand over his face as a hysterical snort escapes his nose.

"Wait--"

"Go."

Eames looks up just as Edmund skedaddles, sneakers squealing against the pavement in his hasty departure.

"And have some fucking decorum!" Arthur snaps after him. He turns to Eames, hands on his hips once Edmund is out off earshot. "Jesus."

Decorum. At this point his shoulders are shaking with laughter. Arthurs face.

"Brenda--" he wheezes helplessly, losing the words to laughter.

Arthur's whole body crumple into laughter at the same time Eames' does. And he doesn't know if it's the exhaustion, the situation or the utter delight of Arthur's disarming sense of humour, or all of it, but Eames can't help but follow, loud, braying guffaws breaching the containment of his body and out of his mouth, eyes burning.

Even through his tears Arthur looks both pleased and hysterical, even as he attempts to compose himself and Eames finds himself utterly charmed, stomach swooping, by the wrinkles pleating at the corner of Arthur's eyes as he fails to control his smile.

They head to breakfast once the laughter has petered out into the odd snicker. Noisy neighbours and jobs gone wrong aside, Eames is going to miss the easy camaraderie of the last few days once this is all over, if he must admit it.

In the meantime, he observes the fellow patrons at the diner whilst they're in the long line to order and starts making stories about them.

Arthur grins openly, leaning into him.

#inception #arthur x eames #dreamhusbands #mini fic #you really out here blessing me with the BEST asks!!! #also my apologies that it took me three days to respond to this work has done me a murder this week #but i wanted to write this quick lil thing #arthur is secretly the funniest person i will die on this hill

[whiskehorange]

Honestly, Let's Address this.

There will always be an arguably fine line between what separates slasher lovers to real-life murderer apologists. While it is a lot more prevalent that you may see, it will always be an argued topic. Let's say you're not entirely keen on slashers but you really enjoy horror movies and gore in cinemas, that doesn't make you any less empathetic for real life instances.

One of the biggest cases that I cannot stress enough is the entire ordeal behind the Extremely Wicked, Shocking, and Vile dramatized story of Ted Bundy. There is a line between those who agree that Bund was an attractive man to those who fantasize about "fixing" him and having sexual relationships with him. The entire point and reason why Ted Bundy was a very effective killer and had so many apologists was because of his inherent attractiveness in the 70s' & 80's. While he may not be attractive to everyone, it was a major factor in his case. Was Ted Bundy a relatively attractive man in the 70's? Yes. Is that an excuse to constantly disrespect all of the very real lives that he took? Absolutely not and you are fucking disgusting if you think that.

It also comes in the form of enjoying true crime without bouncing from one extreme to that other. You can be an avid enjoying of true crime while having a very obvious disgust for those who commit those crimes. I could go on about the whole "humans are curious" and "morbid curiosity," but that fact of the matter is that is the exact reason why this happens.

Slashers ≠ Real life events.

Even then there is another line between being based on a real story and completely fictional that I won't dive into because I shouldn't have to.

Tell me why you watch horror movies and I can 100% without a doubt say that you won't go "because I like fantasizing about killing people." It's curiosity, it's simulation, it's entertainment, it's tension, it's anxiety, it's so many things that don't correlate to real things if you don't want it to. We know that these things are fake and are able to distinguish how to handle "based on a true story" elements.

Do you seriously believe that we, as slasher-fuckers or whatever you want to call us, don't understand that these killers in movies wouldn't put up with everything we right about?

This is fiction, this is mailable, this is interpretation. Do you like it? No? Then why consume this type of media unless it's actively harming those around you.

People who write in the horror community do not stick to every cannon thing presented in a movie for their own enjoyment, but it doesn't matter because the base project is fiction. It is fake and has always been fake from the beginning, nonetheless dramatized.

However when you want to write and interpret things that actually happened in the world such as Bundy & Dahmer, who sadly are quite popular, then we are not on the same plane. These were real people who killed real people, who hurt real people and real families, who were sent to real life sentences and had real thoughts of harming others. We are not the same.

Then there comes the problem of who are we allowed to write for an bend into our own in the slasher community? Michael Myers would kill you in a heartbeat. Jason Voorhees would kill you in a heartbeat. Leatherface would wear you in a heartbeat.

There are many people, take for example, in the Nightmare on Elm Street division that still argue about Krueger's intentions. Was he a pedophile or not? It is never said or mentioned by anyone during the original franchise (as Englund portrays) that hints to sexual violence. Whereas it is very heavily implied during the remake in 2010, yet it is fake and people can still understand that it is fake and to some extent mailable for writing. Are we telling you to consume media for 2010 Krueger and 2010 Krueger only? Absolutely not, but to each their own.

Billy Lenz, another prime example. A sexual predatory if you will, or however you take it. There is such a massive following for him for him but is it inherently wrong? Not necessarily, because it is fake. Depending on how a movie carries itself and exactly what is shown on screen depends on how you handle and apply a character to certain situations.

Take Bo Sinclair. Have you seen the scene with Carly and him? It is sexual and a bit violent, but look at the massive following for all 3 Sinclair brothers.

If there is fake media you don't like, don't consume it.

If there is real media you don't like, don't consume it.

If there is real, dangerous media you don't like, speak up.

So many people make their own universes for these characters that loosely follow anything in their respective movie, which is how they form their own expressions and love for a franchise. A giant problem I've seen recently is The Grabber from The Black Phone. This movie, like all others, is based on something that happens in the real world and has inspiration from something close to the director, but has not happened in this context. Hawke, The Grabber ,was given a lot of freedom to shape his character how he saw fit. Was it ever explicitly said that he was a pedophile? No, not anywhere in the movie. Was it implied? Yes, by one single change to a scene.

Hawke suggested the shirtless scene ideal as it did give a more sinister and, for those who understood, a sexually violent tone. If anything, the symbolism in the 2010 Nightmare on Elm Street was much more straightforward with a pedophilic storyline compared to this movie, and no we aren't going into the instances of terms used in this movie that also aid to this point.

In terms of characters, there isn't much that stands out from Hawke's character from others, but this does NOT mean that this movie is like all others, which it is not. This is a broken-minded antagonist who kidnaps and murders, etc. Motives and looks aside, what other basic horror slasher is not like this? It comes back to mailability of work. While the underlying tone of pedophilia is there, thanks to this scene and dictation, it's still is not explicitly said (as a fake piece of media). You're allowed to find a character attractive without condoning anything that character has ever done. If you chose to see this movie without that point and move forward with writing, go ahead.

Do you think because I write for killers that I condone kidnapping, torture, cannibalism, etc? Absolutely not. But do you know why I still write for these popular icons?

They're fake.

If you leave out key, violent points for a real person, it is not the same if you leave out "cannon" points for a fake character.

It. Is. Not. The. Same.

Please understand and separate fake media from real media, I cannot stress this enough. Especially when it comes to violent media.

#slasher x reader #horror #slashers #true crime #the black phone

[secret-bug-pain-blog]

Febuwhump, Day 1 - Touch Starved

This is late, and turned out to be mostly a bunch of idiots fighting with each other. Oh well, it's still done. Doesn't matter if it's good or not - it's out. Unbeta'd, might post on AO3 later if it's worth cleaning up.

Snakemouth Den was dark, dank, and absolutely full of mushrooms.

Kabbu could have come up with a better description for it, really, but considering the amount of mythology surrounding it, the number of adventurers rumored to have died in its depths, the treasure rumored to lie within, and the century-and-a-half of people who had vanished into it never to return, he likely could have come up for a better description for it a week ago, when he was still taken in by the splendor of its myth and the many stories about it.

A lot of mythologized places lost their glamor, once you’d been wandering through them for a week and seen nothing but mushrooms and crystals. It certainly didn’t help that most of the cave was too clogged with spores to smell a foot in front of you. The place’s gory reputation certainly didn’t help – he’d been smelling hemolymph on and off for at least the past few hours, and he didn’t want to know if it was multiple corpses or if one of the undead ants that had attacked them earlier had followed them.

At least he had company.

Vi was quite the fierce fighter, doing away with foes far faster than Kabbu could on his own, and finding Leif was a stroke of good fortune all on its own. The moth had a sharp sense of direction, which was a boon and a half when every tunnel in the place looked the same, and had likely saved them from running in circles more than once. With his aid clearing their path-

“Vi.”

Kabbu’s train of thought abruptly derailed as the moth’s voice cut through the silence. He slowed, seeing Vi do the same out of the corner of his eye, her wings flicking open with an annoyed buzz.

“What?” Vi asked. “D’you need something?

“You’re injured.”

That made Kabbu stop in his tracks. Injured? When had-

“Your thorax. Under your secondary claws.”

“I- no, I’m not! I’m fine! I’m not- I didn’t get hit with shit!“ Vi hissed. She fluffed her fur up, glancing to Kabbu for rapport- but now that he was looking for it, the hemolymph plastering her fur to her body was unmistakable.

“You’re not very convincing when you smell like a crime scene.”

Now that he got a closer look at her… yes, she did kind of smell like a crime scene. He wouldn’t phrase it like that himself, admittedly, but it explained where the hemolymph smell was coming from. Kabbu wracked his brain, thinking of when she could have picked up an injury without her noticing. It couldn’t be the spider, or the fall, or the-

“Those… reanimated ants. They must have-“

“Those fuckers didn’t do shit to me! I’m fine!” Vi swung her weapon for emphasis- only to aggravate the wound, making her bite back a sharp hiss.

“Vi-“ Kabbu tried to say, but she just snarled at him.

“Shut it. I’m fine.”

“You’re bleeding all over the ground,” Leif pointed out. Vi growled at him.

“Team, stop fighting,” Kabbu tried to intervene, stepping between them. “We just need to bandage it, and she’ll be-“

“You don’t need to bandage it,” Vi interrupted. “I’m fine.”

“If that gash was half an inch longer, you’d be spilling guts out your sides,” Leif said.

“I’m not spilling guts out my sides now, am I?”

That… was not a particularly compelling point.

“If something gets in a lucky shot, you will be,” Kabbu said. “Just- let me take a look at it, and-“

“And what?! Do you think I’m just gonna lie down and let treat me like one injury’ll take me out of the running just because we’re teammates? I’ve only known you for a week, and-“

“Vi, I-“

"That's enough of that." Leif deftly weaved around him and plucked Vi off of the ground, and she went stiff, freezing like a weevil that had only just realized they'd wandered into the path of a northern moth. Kabbu poised himself to intervene – even he knew she disliked touch, after a week with her – but Leif just tucked her stunned body into his ruff, securing her into place under his wings with a secondary limb like she was a plush toy, and kept walking.

Kabbu just stood there, feeling as stunned as Vi looked, as Leif simply wandered off into the cave.

Finally, his brain kicked back into gear and he burst forward. “Leif, you can’t just-“

He was cut off by a purr. A very loud purr, the sort he’d only really seen from extremely contented bugs, and yet-

Kabbu looked into Leif’s arms, only to see Vi… melted into them. It was as though she’d lost any pretense of shape, simply dissolving into Leif’s claws like a slug or a snail. It was…

Leif shrugged. “If she won’t take care normally, then we’ll have to resort to manhandling. Usually bugs don’t take to it that well, admittedly.”

“Shut it,” Vi grumbled. Her voice was hard to hear through the purrs still swelling in her throat, rattling through her tiny frame like she was in the middle of the world’s smallest earthquake. She fluffed herself up, which only really served to make her look more ridiculous – Leif’s fur was far thicker than hers, and the fur on her side was still plastered to her shell with hemolymph.

“We’re just saying, most bugs don’t react like they’re being cuddled by a swarmmate when you give them a tiny bit of handling, especially not while they’re-“

“I said shut it, okay? How I’m doing is none of your business, and-“

“It might not be our business, but it is your teammate’s business, unless you were planning on never telling your teammates about anything.”

“My business is mine, and you’re not even part of the team-“

“And you were planning to bleed to death in a cave over asking your teammate to slow down so you can bandage your wounds.”

Vi’s mouth shut with a click, and she looked away from him. Leif tilted his head at her, waiting for a response.

A long moment passed.

Finally, Leif huffed, handing her over to Kabbu. “Fine, be that way, then.”

Kabbu silently plucked her out of Leif’s arms, feeling her melt into his carapace without another word. Her fur was surprisingly soft, even with the blood trickling down his claws as she shifted her weight. She didn’t say anything as he reached for their bag, pulling their medical kit out of the bottom.

He patched the wound in silence, Vi seemingly trying her best to ignore him as he tied the sturdy leaves over her shell. It was… gory, rough-edged and ragged, and every poke seemed to make it drip blood again. He had no clue how she’d managed to hide it for so long, let alone walk with it. She leaned into his touches, half the time, pressing the rough edges of the wound right into his claws and making her chitin grind against itself in a way that made him wince.

He had hardly taken three round of it before he broke.

"Vi, can you stop-"

"Stop doing what?"

"Stop leaning into my claws. It-"

"I'm not doing anything, okay? Just- keep going, and maybe you'll be done soon."

He gave an affirmative hum, and got back at it.

She kept leaning into his hands. He didn't know if she was even conscious of doing it- she'd lean, then pull back, on and on in a cycle as if she only just realized she was doing it after the fact.

He was just finishing the knot when she finally spoke, sounding like she was dragging the words out of her throat with a prybar.

“…Sorry,” she grumbled. “Just- I’ve had worse, okay? It’s not worth making a fuss over.”

“You’re soaking your fur with hemolymph,” Leif pointed out. “You weigh- what? Four ounces? You don’t have enough blood to spare for injuries like that.”

“I have plenty of blood, and I’ve had a lot worse, and you don’t have to go into this trouble over- over this.”

Leif looked like he was about to say something, but Kabbu darted in before he could escalate it further. “I know we don’t have to, but- we’re partners, Vi. We’re supposed to take care of each other. Don’t you…”

Kabbu trailed off, tying off her bandages. Vi turned her head away from him. “I can handle it. I don’t need you fussing over me every time I get a scratch in the field.”

Her side was a lot more than “a scratch”, but Kabbu kept that thought to himself. He brushed a claw over her back, testing the strength of the bindings, and Vi shivered. Kabbu stopped, holding still.

“Vi, are you-“

“Shut up, it’s fine, I’m- look, it’s embarrassing, and I don’t want to talk about it anymore, and-“

“Didn’t get held enough as a grub, did you?” Leif asked. Vi’s hackles rose, and Kabbu quickly pushed her down just in time to keep her from jumping at him.

“Shut up! You’re a moth, you don’t know shit about things-“

“We’ll take it that’s a yes, then.”

Vi growled under her breath, fluffing her fur. She was about to say something else, but Kabbu pressed her into the ground before she had the chance. “Now isn’t the time for a fight! Venus, you two, at least try to get along! We have a mission, remember?“

Leif stood still for a long moment, fur fluffed, hackles raised, and for a moment Kabbu thought he might have to mediate between them, or tear them apart from an attempt at a duel. Thankfully, Leif’s shoulders relaxed, tension bleeding from his form. “…fine,” Leif muttered. “We’ll try to get along for now. Don’t expect us to drop it, though.”

“Fuck you,” Vi hissed weakly from under Kabbu’s claws. Leif didn’t respond to her, simply wandering back to the other side of the cavern.

She had gone mostly limp, thankfully, all the fight drained out of her. Kabbu carefully released his claw, checking her bandages to make sure he hadn’t worsened her injuries.

He… needed to redo the bindings.

She seemed fine, thankfully. No worse than she was when he bandaged her, at least, though that was a low bar. He gave her a quick pet on the back after carefully plastering the bandages back into place, and she arched into it, grumbling.

Thank Venus that hadn’t escalated any further.

“I think we should make camp for tonight and have some rest before going deeper, all right, team?” Kabbu raised his voice so Leif could hear it, and saw the moth raise his head from the opposite end of the campsite.

“Sounds fine to us. We… could use some rest, before anything else happens.”

Vi grumbled, but didn’t protest. Kabbu went about the motions of preparing a campsite – scooping out nests for everyone, setting out the bedrolls, packing up the medical supplies for later. Vi settled down to watch, after a while, uncharacteristically silent.

Making camp was meditative, almost. The same set of steps nearly every time, it was easy to get lost in it until it was ready to sleep in. Leif settled down quickly enough, Vi staying balled-up into a lump of resentful bee, and Kabbu could almost forget the argument if he just… laid down and tried to sleep.

Hopefully, tomorrow would be less… stressful.

It had scarcely been fifteen minutes before Kabbu felt something tapping on his shell.

Kabbu pulled himself out of the space between sleep and wakefulness, head still full of fog. He looked up at the source of the tapping to see Vi, fur fluffed and hackles raised like she was about to face down a horrid beast.

Vi took a deep breath, and Kabbu’s half-asleep brain could hardly keep up with her before she spoke.

“…look, I’m sorry about- that, but I’m not weak, okay?”

Kabbu was sure his startled look must have shown on his face, because Vi plowed forward. “I mean it, I’m not- I don’t need help, I’m fine on my own, I don’t need a team to prop me up, because I-“

“No one is saying that you’re weak, Vi. Are you sure you’re-“

“I’m fine, and you don’t have to worry about me, and- look, you don’t have to treat me like a cripple, okay? I’ve worked with worse, and I don’t need your pity, because it’ll heal over anyways-“

“I’m not trying to treat you like an- an invalid, Vi! You’re injured, I thought-“

“I can handle it! I don’t need you to- to kiss it better, or whatever. I’m fine!”

Leif stirred in his nest, and Vi quieted down abruptly, shrinking in on herself. She abruptly looked much, much smaller than she had before.

“…Sorry.”

She didn’t meet his eyes, staring off to the side. “I’m- look, it’s just… frustrating. Okay? I don’t…”

Vi trailed off, shuffling her paws. Kabbu shifted to the side of his nest, easing his elytra open just enough to shield it.

“…It’s okay, Vi. I believe you.”

She grimaced, avoiding his gaze. Kabbu shuffled a bit further to the side, eying the bandages over her side. She looked…

“…do you want to sleep with me tonight?”

Vi startled back into motion, fur fluffing up as far as it would go. “What?-“ she started. before wincing as her voice echoed off the walls. She shook herself out, whisper-shouting at him. “Why would I want to-“

“I’m sorry if I’m overstepping, you just- you look like you need it.”

Vi looked like she was trying to decide if she wanted to be insulted or simply surprised at the offer.

“I understand if you don’t want to, I-“ Kabbu hastily added, but she cut him off.

“It’s fine, I just- if you want to, I guess.”

“If you don’t-“

“Just move over before I change my mind.”

Kabbu shifted to the side, opening his elytra to allow her passage. She nestled into his side, curling close enough that he swore he could feel her shape imprinted into his underbelly, worming her way into the space between his belly and the nest.

…there was more space for her than just there, but Kabbu felt like bringing it up would be- poor.

Slowly, he resettled on top of her, feeling her shift under him. She was startlingly warm, especially compared to Leif, a miniature heat pack against his shell. It was a welcomed addition against the cold of Snakemouth Den, and he found himself quickly drifting off to sleep.

Yes, tomorrow would be better.

#bug fables #my writing #whump #debatably #febuwhump2023 #febuwhump #not sure if this is crunchy enough to count as whump. might just be a bunch of bitches arguing. ehh #injury #might count as mild gore #mostly hurt/comfort #and arguments #shoutout to vi for being way too much of a repressed bitch to actually. voice the touch starved part. fuck. hopefully this passes as whump #or whump enough #this is what i get for picking the whumpee whose a repressed rat who bites people #febuwhumpday1

[g-on-ef]

Rant part 3

Army twitter really thinks that just because they have been around since 2013~2018 have college degrees that they are somehow above everyone else and are immune to propaganda.

Are there armys on that app that I genuinely love and respect ??? Yes.

Are there armys on that app that have shown they are a bunch of hypocritical sheep that think they're better than everyone else just cause they went to school and been with BTS longer than others ??? Abso fucking lutly

Since this whole t**nnie rumor I'm noticing how easily fooled these people are and how quick common sense is to leave them so long as it fits their narrative.

Bitches on that app will preach about trust the members don't trust the media and respect their privacy and these past days have proven point on how hypocritical these fuckers are.

Like yall mean to tell me that Taehyung, the person who values privacy above all else, Taehyung the one who thanked armys for not bothering him in Hawaii,

Taehyung who has mentioned time and time again that he doesn't want to lose his morals and principles who's always been open and honest about things would just casually stroll the street of Paris and allow himself to get caught with his partner ???

The same man who's managed to keep his family away from the spotlight will suddenly allow the paparazzi to catch him casually strolling with his partner ??? !!!

Its just so funny how no one was able to capture a huge celebrity like Tae on camera when he landed in France and yet some random paparazzi was able to. A paparazzi who mind you tagged the wrong accounts ???

Like you mean to tell me a "professional" journalist tagged not one but two wrong accounts ??? !!! And the fact that everyone is saying they got permission from their security to take pics but from afar ... like why ??? Why is it okay to take pics so long as it's from afar but in the past they've been attacked and taken their phones when they tried to take pics ??? Also how convenient that they got a "clear" photo of Tae but not a single one of Jennie and all we got is a video from an odd angle where her face isn't even shown.

Again let's go ahead and say they are dating why would either Tae or J*nnie need to be vague about it ??? Again Tae is a very vocal person and is not afraid to speak his mind.

Need I remind everyone how he was quick to shut those rumors down about the girl who he was supposedly dating ??? And before yall get on me on oh well he hasnt shut these down, let me also add the reason why he shut it down is cause the media got a hold of it.

Also isn't it odd that Dispatch and other news/gossip outlets haven't spread this shit ??? You would think that wit these two "dating" there would be news everywhere and yet it's always funny how whenever these two are "spotted" it's always outside of Korea.

Hell even when they were spotted Big Hit issued a statement that they were gonna sue the guy who was making edits of the situation cause it was fake.

So they can hide in Korea {which remind you is very small} but can't hide anywhere else ???

Also I'm bringing this up Tae is a very private person why would he or hell even J*nnie at that matter subject their partners to the hate their Fandom will give them ??? Blonks have attacked ridicule and done irreparable harm to Tae and armys are always retaliating why would they put their partners through that when said Fandumbs can't act normal ???

Like do armys not listen to a word these men say ??? They always preach about wanting privacy so why would they subject their partner to a Fandom where yall can't act normal whenever they fit your little hetero narrative ???

No seriously I can show yall screenshots of them being hypocrites when it comes to them being around women but if you bring up them being with the same sex it's all don't label them we don't know their sexuality you don't know if he likes men.

Just say you're homophobic and leave. It's better than yall having to harassing queer people whenever they make their art queer related.

Another thing I find it funny how these fuckers

Are so quick to attack taekook shippers and call them delusional and say the ship isn't real but are quick to believe this.

Like you mean to tell me it's impossible for them to be single, it's possible for tae to be dating J*nnie but it's delusional and a lie for Tae and JK to be dating each other even though there's a ton of proof that'll state other wise.

It's also funny how again yall preach about privacy but won't shut up about it cause for some reason yall need to constantly talk about it

A blurry video surface oh its him let's spread it talk about and have his name drag through the mud 😀 never mind we should just ignore it and not give it any more attention than it needs to cause at the end of the day it's his name that'll get dragged.

I can go on and on about how dumb these fuckers are and how they are making a situation into a bigger mess than it already is but every time I go to that app I'm reminded that 99.9% of the times there's no reason to do so cause yall already made up your minds especially when it fits yall heteronorm narrative.

And please don't get me started on the cosplayer bullshit -_-

Anyways this was a rant that went longer than it needed to so have a good day/evening/afternoon my Tumblr friends.

#im ranting #rant #anti taennie #im allergic to bullshit #anti twitter armys #ignore me

[diagonal-queen]

and now, for some of the many thoughts dia had during the newest episode of bungou stray dogs (seasoned with heavy undertones of ranpo appreciation)

'if they were forced to choose, they would choose atsushi'

based kyouka and lucy

also ango being like 'if i had to fight kyouka and lucy i'd lose immediately' like yes dude. why are you the only one who acknowledges this. fucking fukuchi would lose in a fight against those two

ALSO THEM NOT WANTING TO EVEN MAKE ATSUSHI UNCOMFORTABLE BUT BEING FULLY READY TO JUST BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ANGO LMAOOOOOO SAME GIRLS I'M ONE OF YALL (sorry ango fuckers) KYOUKA AND LUCY SUPERMACY 🛐🛐

THEY ANIMATED THE SIGLAI SCENE SO RIGHT!!! OMG HOHOL SO CUTE his voice actor deserves a trillion dollars for that scene alone also sigma so pretty he's beautiful

fukuzawa dilf fukuzawa dilf fukuzawa dilf fukuzawa dilf fukuzawa dilf fukuzawa dilf fukuzawa dilf fukuzawa dilf fukuzawa dilf fukuzawa dilf fukuzawa dilf fukuzawa dilf fukuzawa dilf fukuzawa dilf fukuzawa dilf

POE AND RANPO WERE READY FOR ALL THIS SHIT. they really said 'they fucked around and now they're finding out' JDAJJKAFHSKHFAKJFA also ranpo i missed hearing your voice so much bby i love you and i missed you please just one chance ranpo just one chance

ALSO dazai calling ranpo the strongest superhuman who exceeds the gifted lmao like be more right my guy he IS the strongest (one chance ranpo please). get fucked fyodor. also him being like 'i'm just here babysitting you to make sure you don't do anything annoying so my friends can fuck shit up' was both parts funny and hot for some reason

ALSO RANPO PARKOURED HIS WAY DOWN FROM THAT FUCKING BUILDING??? ONE CHANCE PLEASE RANPO YOU'RE LITERALLY PERFECT

kunikida getting the pretty treatment this season AS HE SHOULD. mans is sexy and deserves it

also i mentioned this to sewer rat earlier but when jouno bought out the pear and kunikida was like 'you gonna give that to me?' even though he doesn't say it in the manga i was entirely expecting jouno to reply with 'no, you need hands to eat a pear' LMAOOOOO ALSO HIS TURTLE SMILE MADE ME LAUGH SO FUCKING HARD LIKE YOU CAN'T DROP THAT SHIT ON ME IN THE MIDDLE OF A SCENE LIKE THIS BONES T-T

i have to wonder if poe has like an archive of pre-written novels just in case shit like this happens and he needs to transport people somewhere, or if he's deadass able to write 300-page-novels on the fly in a matter of hours. like it seems like it would be the former but the latter just feels like something bsd would pull yk

fukuzawa: LET'S SHUT THIS SHIT DOWN ranpo: proud son moment

ranpo said let's be bisexual for this mugshot (one chance ranpo pls???)

genuinely cannot believe all of this bullfuckery has happened in less than the span of a week

one glimpse into those beautiful jades and minoura knew the agency was entirely innocent. that's just the ranpo effect my friends. (ranpo seriously i'm begging you ONE chance)

oh yeah and tHAT FUCKING OPENING. GRANRODEO SWEEP ANIMATION ON POINT COLOURS EVERYWHERE me likey is what im saying.

that's all for this episode folks- tune in next time as dia loses their shit again...and again...and again...and aga

#dia's daydreams #bsd s5 #im so sorry for this cacophany of unorganised thoughts #i hope someone at least got some enjoyment out of me vomiting my live action thinks onto a tumblr post #seriously though #ranpo #one chance #just one chance #please #i love you

[sunsetrules]

okay but how are the people that are so willing to crap on Damian for being the little tsundere stink he is able to take the entirety of their unbridled anger out onto this little man without having the self-awareness to actually sit with the fact that the dude is six years of age????

like, even if we were to set aside the fact that irl most young children have NO grasp on their feelings whatsoever and are only as emotionally mature as they've been taught to be/as their still growing, still developing (emphasis on STILL DEVELOPING!!!) brains will allow them to be... small Desmond is literally trying to work out why his mommy and daddy can't take a minute out of their lives to see him when his classmates' parents can afford to take HOURS, while also simultaneously trying to maintain the facade of the perfect independent self-sufficient son that doesn't need to rely on anyone or anything ever...???? like just????

preschoolers struggle to work through stupid shit like learning to share or dealing with getting their ipad taken away- can you imagine the toll this constant back and forth swing of contradictory emotion (oscillating between his Second Son "Scion" I-Can-Do-No-Wrong exterior and the flawed, imperfect, undeserving son he internalises himself to be in private, alongside having to battle and shame himself for the very legitimate and innate need for comfort, love, and security that a child his age REQUIRES for a healthy upbringing?????) will take over time on a person??

even ADULTS would struggle to juggle all that crap- how do you expect a literal PRESCHOOLER to be able to do so??? in a healthy way that doesn't impact his behaviour and personality and mental health, no less???

trauma fucks people up beyond repair; it eats at you until you are unrecognizable- a hollow shell of your former self... the consistent absence (and by extent, emotional neglect) of both of his parents to this end, is a kindof ongoing trauma that only serves to make what was bad worse.

like i get where people are trying to come from with the "don't excuse his circumstances for his mentality when HE chooses how to act" perspective, and in almost any other case I actually do take this side because yes, while trauma does not make nice people, it is ultimately up to the afflicted to decide whether they want to let this trauma impact them and assume agency over their person for the rest of their lives. however.

VEEEEERY BIG HOWEVER!

in this specific case... this just isn't applicable!!! again, as I've said earlier,,,,, Damian is a preschooler,,,,, he is an intelligent little fucker, that I don't deny, but scientifically speaking, his brain is simply not developed enough to process the complexities of what exactly is going on to him, and how the behaviour of those around him influences his own subconsciously. this isn't just a matter of flipping a switch, of actively making the choice to not let your trauma influence you and act on your own will- he legitimately is not actively conscious of the fact that he "chooses" to act in the way he does; he has no healthy role model to follow, no support system, no one to fall back on should he stumble.

man even Ewen and Emile, who i hesitate to call his friends, act more like his lackeys than they do genuine companions (and although these relationships are probably the healthiest he has at the moment), it ultimately means that in the eventuality he needs someone to confide in, he... doesn't really have anyone. i mean, he has his butler, but does that really count, considering Damian is most likely aware the man is paid to spend time with him (and as much as that shouldn't affect what seems to be a pleasant mutual relationship, it kindof does lol???? like how would you feel realising your only friend is literally forced to hangout with you?????)

i need some of y'all to wake the fuck up- try to picture going through every single day of your life wondering which flaw, which ineptitude; which FAILING of yours shamed your parents into recluse and (practically) had them decide that ZERO contact was the way to go???? WITH THEIR FUCKING SIX YEAR OLD???

bffr. be so fucking fr rn.

#2 am thoughts #genuinely damian's parents absolutely sucks #he deserves so much better #the fact that loid praising him in that one scene was probably the most affection baby desmond has ever gotten is just #so fucking sad #loid please adopt your son in law he cant live like this anymore #this goes for the headpat too actually #damian realizing he actually likes physical touch after parental figure of the year Loid Forger ruffles his hair once is #very canon #and also very sad #ranting #ramblings #sorry for the long post idk what got to me #i hope damian actually gets to heal #and ideally spend more time w anya at least to experience some genuine parental love #loid and yor already love him more than his bio dad pretends to and its heartwrenching #genuinely i hope he can rely on the forgers for emotional support at least the boy needs a support circle #spy x family #sxf #spyxfamily #damian desmond #anya forger #yor forger #loid forger #twiyor #loid x yor #damianya #this turned out WAY longer than i had initially thought it out to be #damian desmond protection squad because boyo deserves the world #character study

[nympippi]

warning for unnecessarily long ask ahead but 100% yes on the "robin trying to find dignity in dying" thing he does not want to accept that his death was that far out of his control. we wants to believe that he had some influence in the matter, like that he could have survived but just made some kind of stupid preventable misstep somewhere

i've also always entertained the idea that maybe later down the line, after the events of the movie, he might try to find some false reassurance in his fate by being like "well, i had to be down there to give finn the nudge he needed. if i hadn't been taken in the first place, he'd be dead, and the grabber would keep killing. it just had to end that way. it had to." <- desperately trying to deny that it could've gone any other way because if so then he suffered for no reason and had no agency or choice and nothing can be done to fix it and he'll never get to grow up and make his dad proud and-

nope. he can't let himself think about that. it's... too much.

my friend tommy and i were once talking abt robin and they said "he wanted to be more than just a tragedy but now that's all he'll ever get the chance to be" and i immediately wanted to strangle them that line has STUCK with me it's so accurate and it makes me so sad

but i can imagine having been given a chance to actually live, that mindset wouldn't stick quite as hard, since now that he's alive and can feel more willing to entertain certain scenarios, he'd think about how finn was able to kill the grabber and he'd think Fuck... Why couldn't that have been me. Why couldn't i have done that instead. If he could do it why shouldn't i have been able to. WHICH leads him into hardcore blaming himself for his own death and finney being kidnapped in the first place

he doesn't want to delve too far into self pity and just... dwell on that, because he's alive! he's fucking alive! he needs to get his shit together and move on, right? he can't waste this second chance. not now that he has it, when he thought he'd never have a shot at it!

but... god. he just can't help it sometimes. just zoning out and imagining alternate scenarios where he gets the upper hand and bludgeons the grabber's head with that fucking phone so hard that his face doesn't even look like a face anymore. he gets wrapped up in the violence of it a lot. wishing a million times worse his own fate on the man who's already received his comeuppance. although, to robin, it really didn't seem harsh enough.

he wishes they could've gotten knives involved. kill the fucker with his own axe, actually. no- chainsaws. How could he have possibly accessed a chainsaw in those circumstances? it doesn't fucking matter because imagining that monster under the whirring blade is cathartic as hell and robin loves it. if you asked him, (and he'd be lying,) that's the only "coping mechanism" he'll ever need.

...i didn't actually mean to go off on that tangent about the grabber dying brutally and sometimes whenever i do that i feel like i got possessed by the spirit of robin for a second but like yeah do ya get me

I’ve said before and I’ll say it again, I want to pick apart your brain because your Robin takes and headcannons are so frickin good!!!

Like yes, I get it. Robin would have those moments of fantasies of what if he was the one to never die, what if he was the one to kill the grabber and not Finn. He would get swept up in the violence of it all because that’s his own fucking abuser, a man who canonically sexually assaulted him why wouldn’t he want to turn his face into a puddle of brains and blood. He will never get that chance of revenge both dying and coming back, and I think sometimes those thoughts scare him because of how violent they actually are.

Just this. I’m taking this and shaking it by the neck like a goose my god.

Also how dare your friend say that, expect my therapy bill by the end of next month, how dare, how dare!!

#pippi speaks #the black phone fandom #the black phone #tbp robin #and like yeah Robin thinking about how he absolutely could’ve killed the grabber because he is the strong one. the one everyone sees as #strong. he’s the one Finn looks to for courage and strength #but somehow he was the one to become a victim #Robin physically cannot think about his death and him being a victim because to admit he was a victim was to admit defeat #and that he lost. #once again tying back into the dying with dignity #i frickin love your asks they are so interesting to me because it never misses MY GOD

[ickymichi]

but i don't have any money.

hannamaki takahiro × gn reader

warnings: slight angst, comfort, hiro ain't got no money

remember: timeskip, gn reader. blank & ageless blogs dni or u blocked and i’ll rob u

note: makki fuckers arise. i’ve brought an offering to break or melt ur hearts. (repost from other blog) inspo from money by the drums

sweetsano 2022. don't repost or modify on this or any other platform. reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated

"before i die, i'd like to do something nice."

takahiro's favourite thing to do was make people laugh. all his life he made endless frowns turn upside down. person after person tell him how funny he is. everyday since you met him you say the same. he likes to think he's a nice person because of this, sure he has his not nice moments, but they're deserved.

'take my hand and i'll take you for a ride."

ever since his last year of highschool, when he sat on those familiar steps outside the gym, you at his side. his face flushed and hands shaking as he asked you out after pinning for what felt like forever. of course, you said yes, you'd have to be an idiot to turn down the hanamaki, as he said. every day since then living life with makki has been nothing short of a wild ride.

"'so before we die, i'd like to do something nice"

all the time like it's religion, you're always buying things for makki doesn't matter if it's a brownie from the bakery or the latest pair of shoes he was looking at. all though he jokes about how he's your sugar baby, he truly is grateful for ever single thing you've ever gotten him. that's why he can't seem to stop the tears hitting your tshirt when you ask him what's been wrong lately.

"i wanna buy you something, but i don't have any money,”

takahiro sobbed. if he could see himself now, pathetic is what he'd say. your crying to the person you love because you can't get a job? and who's fault is that? what's crying about it gonna do? opening his eyes he heard you sigh. oh no. pulling him from the crook of your neck, your eyes softened at the sight of his pale freckled skin flushed and puffy. "hiro, i don't care if you had all the money in the world, or one single cent in your pocket. how much money you have isn't going to make me love you any less." now it's his turn to soften his features. although it didn't last long, once hiro processed your words he couldn't help but break down again. falling into your warm embrace.

"no, i don't have any money”

a short while after takahiro was able to collect himself, you cuddled into the couch and stuck on some netflix. halfway through the show, makki remembered your words and slightly laughed. "you're so cheesy," he said giggling until it turned into boisterous laughter that brewed your own.

"your so funny takahiro."

#✎—hq works #hanamaki headcanons #haikyuu hanamaki #hanamaki takahiro #hanamaki x reader #hanamaki x y/n #hanamaki x you #haikyuu x reader

[fireandspiceland]

polyship fucker is back, and hyped for polyship week, so lo and behold my dumbassery.

Austria x litterally everyone he has ever married, so this includes Spain, France, Hungary, probably prussia at some point and probably a few others too.

Depending on who hes with or if they're having a giant goddamn orgy, it doesn't really matter whether he is top or bottom, as he is versatile as fuck and will essentially do anything.

Those long nimble fingers from piano are definitely used for some things.

But like it can also just be soft with a whole group of nations sitting down on a sofa in some strange positions,watching some movie and by te end almost all of them are asleep on eachother.

also bondage and bdsm but hmmmmmm

i will send another ask because this is getting a bit long

I forgot where I mentioned that or if I ever did at all, but I love thinking about like Habsburg times or sth (idk don’t ask me about history) and the personifications of the biggest/wealthiest/most powerful countries in Europe regularly meet up for what basically could be described as an orgy. 👀 Of course that includes Austria, but also France, Spain, England, maybe even Switzerland if they feel like inviting him (Prussia wasn’t invited or didn’t join them because ✨religious guilt✨). The point with this thought is that after they lived together for a while Austria invites Hungary to accompany him to one of those social gatherings he attends some nights and she’s shocked to learn that Austria and half of Europe have been celebrating secret orgies for years. 🤭 (Also centuries later Italy, Romano, Germany, and maybe even America and some others figure out where their mentors were going when they left for a night out and they would say they’re surprised but… they’re not 😬)

But back to what you said, yes Austria as a switch, I agree 🙏🏻 and he plays the violin too, doesn’t he? That’s another point for skilled fingers if you ask me.

I’ve never really thought about Austria and bondage bdsm stuff. I feel like he would think of it as unnecessarily complicated? He would be so annoying about being tied down and even worse if you let him dom in such a situation.. But I’m open for the idea if someone can make it work!

Also I’m excited for polyship week as well! 🥰 I’m working on some other stuff rn so I don’t have much time to write for it but I’ll do at least one day (it’s gonna be sfw tho)!

#Also aushun week is coming up too and I wanted to participate #hope I can make time to write something for that one too #aph austria #aph hungary #aph england #aph france #aph prussia #aph spain #riva.ask #wfsn #hetalia #polyship anon #also I got your other ask and don’t worry it’s alright #I’ll answer it some other day tho

[catboyrichardkarinsky]

yes lesbian red. anyways same anon hi. i have a hyperfixation on itw so!!! baker n his wife ¿

Anon you are seriously tempting me to kiss you on the lips with this ask you know damn well I have a soft spot for those two

Baker

Sexuality Headcanon: like most Chip Zien characters except in trousers Marvin, this fucker is so bisexual you wouldn't even believe it

Gender Headcanon: transmasc purely because it's funny with the whole can't have a child because of a curse thing like honey i think it might not be the curse

A ship I have with said character: i mean. his wife. ...also Trina falsettos because of the polyamory.

A BROTP I have with said character: I'm going to say Jack. I'm realizing I can say Jack to every character for this question. Jack has ultimate bro energy ig.

A NOTP I have with said character: him and cinderella's prince but it's like a funny notp because Gavin Creel out of all people implied something happening between them and i hate it so much but like in a funny way. It's not the same kind of disgust reaction as little red and Jack. It's still disgust but a different kind of disgust.

A random headcanon: his full name is Baker Baker. Also because we have no information on what happened after his parents died I'm choosing to believe he just raised himself from when he was a baby. I'd seriously like a genuine explanation of what happened there by the way because we do know his mother died and father left when he was a really small child and i don't think he would've been able to take care of himself. Who raised him? Does he have step parents? A somewhat sweet explanation for this I'd like to believe in is the witch realized he wouldn't survive on his own so she put a spell on him that keeps him alive until he's old enough to take care of himself. Maybe. We can never know.

General Opinion over said character: he is everything to me you do NOT understand. He along with Marvin are the definition of the word blorbo and poor little meow meow in my mind. Everything about him. His daddy issues. The green green hat. The fact that he can't find the cheese cloth. The way he drank the respect women juice while in the woods. The fact that he actually felt bad for Jack after his wife tricked him. His little dance when he got the money. No more. "Maybe i just wasn't meant to have children" while surrounded by children he just accidentally adopted. The fact that he's canonically left handed in the original thank you Chip Zien for being born with the same dominant hand as me. I'm talking too much about this man.

Alright let's do the baker's wife now if you thought i have too much canon divergent shit made up about the baker wait until you read all this

Sexuality Headcanon: bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi

Gender Headcanon: she's also trans for the same reasons as her husband it just makes the whole story funnier. Plus you can't argue with it using logic because like. "How did she get pregnant if she's trans?" idk how did Cinderella get a dress from a tree. This is why i love Into the woods. I can make up whatever bullshit and it works because logic just doesn't exist here.

A ship I have with said character: on one hand with her husband definitely them forever but on the other hand, trivender (Trina from falsettos and Lavender aka the baker's wife we'll get to where the name came from) is so close to my heart.

A BROTP I have with said character: Cinderella definitely i love their conversations (aside from the underlying reason behind her questions about the prince)

A NOTP I have with said character: fucking cinderella's prince i understand why it happened from a narrative standpoint. I really do. Doesn't stop me from hating it.

A random headcanon: okay here we go, the major one: Lavender. Lavender Baker my beloved. The headcanon itself came from an early trivender fanfiction which wasn't good and i was trying to build up something bigger than I have the motivation for, my bad, it doesn't matter. The one thing I'm glad I did was coming up with Trina naming her Lavender because she didn't have a chosen name yet. Considering lavenders are already my favorite flower and that lavender is considered the gayest color (lmao) she's just Lavender to me now. I'm obsessed

General Opinion over said character: if i were to summarize her in short it'd be "girlboss with a darkside". Because that's what she is. I still can't believe she died.

[casspurrjoybell-21]

Pirate Chains - Volume 2 - Against Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 7 - Dance - Part 2

Agenor

When we arrived at the camp, the sun was dipping into the horizon.

The beach was busy and some of the mates were lying here and there, drinking or playing games, while others were gathering wood to start a fire.

Ace walked towards us and greeted me with a nod.

"Captain."

"Was everything okay for the day, Ace?"

"Aye, Captain."

He pushed a sword into Nyx's hands.

Nyx looked at his sword in surprise.

It was the Jian he had left on the Martina. Strangely he just answered with a weak...

"Thank you..."

Ace didn't even reply, he just gave another nod and walked away.

Agenor: 'My God, I swear, Ace is getting less and less talkative each passing day.'

"Boy. I heard you made it to land in one piece. Where have you been all day. Oh... hey, Captain."

Agenor: 'Alright. I'm fine with Baril being all... 'Nyx works for me'... from time to time... but his questioning every time Nyx isn't in the galley was starting to piss me off.'

I didn't spare Baril a look, instead a small nod and a 'hey' and that was generous enough.

"We went to look around Esme Island. It was very beautiful and not as bad as I thought it would be."

"Ha. Of course it's beautiful, have you seen the whores? Expensive but they ride to please."

"Euh... Yes, I saw them. Here let me help you with that."

Nyx paced towards Baril and took the firewood out of his hands.

"Put them by the pile near those fuckers over there. We are going to party hard tonight."

Nyx smiled at him and went over to the herd of pirates to do as Baril had told him.

He was tired by all the walking he had done but still insisted on helping and working for his keep.

I should just command him sit his ass down and rest.

Then again, I should just let him do what he wants.

I look back to see him bite his lit to prevent himself from laughing, while the brothers, Ajax and Yeager, point at Nash, teasing him.

Lou stretches his leg to trip Nyx but he easily avoids it and smiles victoriously at the bully, then went to organize the wood into a pile, like nothing even happened.

Agenor: 'He's happy and he's safe. That's all that matters.'

I turn and go to join the herd of idiots.

Sometime later, we were all sitting around the fire, eating and drinking.

Ace was half-way drunk and obviously still bothered by something.

If I knew him well, I would say it was over something he had almost screwed up but had managed to fix.

Now, all he had to do was come clean and tell me.

To think that all the years we have spent together, he still doesn't know that the best thing to do is to step forward and just spill the truth but if he's so eager to torment himself, so be it.

A pair of blue eyes draws me out of my thinking, when Nyx hands me a skewer of nicely grilled meat.

I nod my thanks to him and bit into the food.

He sits beside me, nipping slowly into a baked sweet potato.

In the distance we could see the torches closing slowly towards us. From the way the silhouettes swayed, I recognized the whores coming to earn some coin.

Of course a commotion started around us as soon as the crew figured out who was heading their way.

"Captain Agenor."

Izel bowed her head at me politely and the flock behind her did the same.

I always applauded the way she kept her hyenas in line.

"Izel."

I took another bite into my skewered meat.

"To what do we owe this late visit."

"My girls wanted to come and please your crew."

As soon as she said that... 'her girls' scattered amongst the wolves, who received them with open arms and groping hands.

The burly guards that came with Izel put some covered boxes on the sand and then joined us by the fire.

She always chose fighters with enough muscle that would make the bandits think twice before laying a hand on her or her girls, unless they paid first, of course.

Izel walked closer, her new girl following close behind her.

She ignored the lustful looks and the vulgar words the men sent her and her eyes traveled to watch her whores being caught and fondled.

She sat beside me and I ignored her colorful dress that fell on my right thigh.

"I expected you to come visit us and spend the evening."

When I didn't answer her she continues...

"I even prepared the girls for your men and a nice room for you, Captain."

"Thank you, Izel but that will be unnecessary. As you can see, these hooligans can enjoy themselves anywhere."

"Of course," she said, sounding disappointed, which was understandable.

These people made a living out of providing whores and rooms to fuck and they do their best to fill those rooms.

"When you didn't show up, Cherri insisted on bringing you a present. Cherri, come here my dear and serve the Captain," she ordered the new girl and Cherri obeyed.

She walked to my side, holding something in her hands.

I felt Nyx stiffen uncomfortably.

The girl bowed her head a little.

"My name is Cherri. I've been waiting to meet you, Captain."

No matter how much she sweetened her voice it was obviously the result of Izel's training.

I've seen so many whores in my lifetime that I know the difference between a woman who wants to be a whore and a woman who is forced to be one.

Cherri was a bit odd though, she was obviously younger than the other whores, she was well dresses and looked quite clean, unlike most of the whores that wore old shirts and ragged dresses.

I nodded at the girl, who definitely looked new to this.

"If anyone bothers you, feel free to kick their ass and stay away from Britt... he tends to crush the newbies... literally."

Britt, who was sitting a few feet away, with a hand under a whore's skirt and the other hand holding a lamb shank, looked at Cherri and grinned deviously.

Izel laughed in her unique way, soft and composed, while Cherri smiled at me in a seductive way.

I glanced beside my at Nyx, who was looking away, glancing towards the sea.

Cherri approached more, looking at him but when he didn't move away she sat in front of him, now blocking his view of the fire.

She put her hand on my left knee.

"Agenor, I have bought you some very expensive wine. I've saved it just for you, my Captain."

Agenor: 'My Captain? Nyx hardly ever calls me that, usually when he wants something. And when he does say it, it's so fucking sexy.'

She uncovers the jug, then pours some of the red liquid into a cup.

"Here, Agenor. I hope you find my present, delicious.'

I took the cup and smelled the alcohol.

"Cherri is very well mannered. Don't you think, Captain?"

I don't get what the old fox wanted.

Usually she just clapped her hands and the whores gathered around and I would chose one or two for the night.

"You know I hate games, Izel."

She blushed her long finger up my arm.

"On the contrary, Captain. I know you love playing games."

"Not when it feels like I'm the one being played."

She drew away her hand dramatically.

"Oh, I would never dare. Especially not with the most famous and handsome of all the pirate Captains."

I glance her way and she just winks at me.

"Cherri is simply a special gift I've been preparing for you for months and months now. She is very well trained and not touched by many..."

"I though you kept whore, Izel. I didn't know you raised courtesans?"

That must have stung because she when quiet for a while.

Izel used to be a courtesan, a whore only for the very high born.

She seduced a rich Lord spoilt he and made her his favourite.

As soon as he fell ill, the wife tormented her for months, until one day she escaped but not before murdering the Lord and his wife and stealing whatever she could carry and ran to Esme Island.

From that day onward, she was no longer a courtesan but just a cheep whore for anyone to buy.

Izel cleared her throat and continued, despite the hinge of anger in her voice...

"Cherri is beautiful, clean and very obedient. My only wish is to serve you and keep you content. I've noticed that you almost never sleep with the same whore twice. So, I handpicked one that would be to your liking. I have also trained her in the ways of pleasuring men. I'm sure she'll please you, Captain."

[the-firebird69]

Pretty sure John remillard doesn't plan for me to go to Massachusetts and the contaminated the area with that in mind now he's going to be boxed into a corner in a minute she has a big ship he thinks he can go into stellar with and those ships are not into stellar and who says so is Will and Bill and myself and that's all you have for people who are really smart about it except for people who tested all sorts of stuff and they're pretty Sharp.

Zues Hera

I know what I'm going to do I'm going to leave and leave everyone in despair it says I'll hit myself I'll say so what yeah you can't hide behind the planet cuz the planet will explode and CAA says not if it's deactivated

Trump

What are you talking about why would it be deactivated if there aren't ships up there they're going to kick your ass

Zues Hera

Those are my shifts with my people on board and I made sure it was them yes even with a bunch of holes in my head and just a teeny bit of memory I got it done

Trump

Not likely

Zues Hera

You doubt my prowess. With everything and I turn out to be the guy running your life and you say no you're not you're just sitting here harassing me with what little power you have left he says and you did it the whole time with a lot more power that's not prove anything it's faulty math he says it's like following around bja no it's like following around Sherry and saying because I kept you in this room for 10 hours a day for 7 days a week I win every game there is that's ridiculous. CAA says and so I figured out something I'm talking to someone who's an inventor but might not be connected with anyone except for people who want inventions so watch out because no one calls me to sucker

John remillard

You're a sucker and a really really big one I mean you're falling for your own s*** how dare you deceive yourself you stupid mother fucker

Zues Hera

I sort of get something if I don't have those ships it doesn't make any sense to anyone and I can't figure out what I'm doing so I say I have those ships and they can't figure out if I do or not and I'm having trouble deciding whether or not I do it's deciphering CA says and I understand what that means and everybody can see the evidence that you're fighting over the keys and it's the same story as it was before and you can see who has the keys and it's not you they're saying in the past doesn't matter John lord they're fighting over the ship and they have the keys and they have the guys right there. CAA says the last part I understand something I'm saying he's saying he doesn't want to go on a ride on this one ship with a loser who doesn't have a fleet cuz there's no game there and it really isn't what do I have for a game with AI and that's it so that is the game but I do believe that I have the ships and yeah it's kind of tough to figure out if it's 100% but I got it at 97%

John remillard

We figured out what our son was saying and this is exactly what it is this guy thinks he can go in the swim ship and grab a bunch of us if you kidnaps our son to the ship and use it as a hostage situation to grab more and there's a ton of people who think that way and it all actually converging on his position here because they suddenly see where the competition is that's a ripe one, her son said that last line and it means boy that kind of stinks bad it's low life stuff it's low level stuff and it's exactly what he's doing so now it's over for him because people see what he is he's a low level sleaze ball and they have estimates that he's at about 20% or 10% I was a replacement zero and he should get that make daddy says he said zero and mac daddy says he's at zero and he thinks Tommy f is and he thinks that you're lying too and you want CAA to take them over so you can hold them hostage with one s*** and it's in the movie Eva and the trash robot, and he says it's a cartoonized version of the Johnny 5 movie but it's a different flick it's the one after the series and people agree that is Johnny 5 and his name is changed and that actually is the scenario he wants to kidnap them and ride around with them and what he does is he kidnaps the robot so he thinks to them and it is them and the screen around with each other and kind of ignoring the idiot and it always happens that way and the idiot gets messed up. And he's flying the ship around as a junker it looks like he's just collecting junk and keeping it from people and our friend says probably come up soon but he's an a****** okay I guess a severe a******. We're not going to let you kidnap him and he's been under this dress for like 30 years with this hospital s*** and you and you are a f****** loser you put him in the hospital the whole time and you're going to jail now and you're going to prison and you go to the mental hospital and you're going to prisons overseas and people are doing things to you while you're in there and experimenting on you and you're going to the morgue all the time and you can't figure it out don't do that to him is what it means I'm putting special orders to get rid of you buddy Trump I want to pull out an offices I want his name to be smurged I want him out of the race for president and when I'm out of the kingship

Mac Daddy

I'm happy for this forum this guy is ruining everything he's a total dick no one gets along with him I didn't get along with him as Mike bronder at all I couldn't stand him I'm looking at him I said I can't stand you get away from me and then he's never stops bothering you

[i-am-an-idiot]

Chapter One: I come in crying

I ran into my house crying,

"Why does she hate me? I've tried my best..."

I said to my mom, who came over to see what the noise was.

"I'm sure she doesn't hate you, Leah, lighten up! she just doesn't know how to talk to you!" 

yeah right... whenever I try to talk to her she just screams at me.

"how do you know?" I asked, knowing the answer right after I said it

"because that's how your father acted around me when he and I were in high school,"

yeah right, first she told me she met him in college, then work, and now high school? I can't believe her anymore, but I don't want to get yelled at, so may as well go along with this.

"I- really?"

"Of course! He would always yell at me about how bad of a person I was! how wrong he was!`` Mom said with absolute certainty, the screaming part was always the same, I always wondered why mom stayed with him. Then again, I stayed with her. 

Chapter two: I give up

“God, Leah, why can't you just leave me the hell alone?” Those are the first words she said to me today. I'm beginning to think she wants me dead by now, but I keep up the act, looking all cherry, keeping the teachers off my back about my depression is hard enough, keeping her off my back? That will be much harder. Two weeks in the school year and she's starting to notice “Hey are you okay?” I wanted to say no! I've been so depressed for 2 years! But all I could say was “im okay! Just got up on the wrong side of the bed today!” thank god she bought it “yeah okay, sure” she doubted me, I could tell, but I could neither say or do anything about it. 2 weeks later We haven't talked since she last asked me, I gave up on trying to be friends with her, let alone be with her. It's hard to do because I've been friends with her since 3rd grade, but I can't deal with this anymore, sometimes she's sweet and kind and for others, she is harsh and judgemental. I see her running up to me, yelling my name “Leah! Leah, I need to talk to you!” I just kept walking, I didn't want to talk to her today.

It's math class now, the teacher sent us home early, some kids had been scattered around the parking lot waiting for the buses. It was raining and I forgot my umbrella. “Hey,” a familiar voice said behind me, “do you want to share an umbrella?” she was right behind me, and I didn’t care, I missed her. Why? I don't know, all she has ever done to me this year is saying goodbye rudely, but still… She's beautiful. “Yeah, sure.” It was a silent walk, I don't know why I said yes, but she's not yelling at me, so that’s good… I think she feels bad for me, taking pity. After what felt like hours she finally spoke, “you’ve been acting off lately, are you okay?” Shit- “yeah! I'm fine, why do you ask?” She gave me the ‘i know you’re lying’ glare “Because one day you stopped talking to me, I got worried-” She got worried? Really? I find that hard to believe. “You always say that,” I replied. “Well, this time I mean it” “You say that too.” "Well, what do you want me to say!? You always act depressed while I'm trying to be nice but you still won't believe me any time I ask!" She yelled at me, yelled at me. Knew it

"BULLSHIT! You always yell at me no matter what I say or do, so I just gave up after being sick of your shit! Like you think im going to deal with your shit because ive known you for so long but guess what mother fucker?! I'm done! Ever since kindergaten you either take form me or gas light me so fuck off or just GET OVER IT." I yelled back, and before she could respond I stopped and kept yelling

"You think you have it bad because your parents are divorced! BUT GUESS WHAT!? My parents are divorced too! And my mom constantly lies, my dad's in jail for something he didn't do and I'm trying to deal with all this shit on my own. Anyone I thought I could lean on was absolutely shit! And when I tried to lean on you you started yelling at me anytime I started talking to you. So you have it bad? That's cool. Have fun dealing with that, I'm trying to deal with this kind of shit." She is speechless, I wouldn't blame her either, you timid friend who takes a lot of shit daily and breaks on you. Fun.

After a little while I walk away, she follows behind me quietly.

"I didn't know you felt that way" 

I stayed quiet, I didn't want to talk to her about it.

She stopped "I'm sorry, I just thought-" 

I turned a corner and left.

I could hear her running after me and screaming my name. I didn't slow down or stop, I just went into the train station and got in just before my train left. I could see her running at me, the doors closed and the train left.

I normally don't take the train, but I just wanted to get away as fast as possible, and the train station was right there. 

Chapter 3: “her”

DAMMIT HIMIKO, WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SO STUPID!? YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD HER INSTEAD OF PUSHING HER AWAY. NOW SHE HATES YOU AND IT'S YOUR FAULT.

I took a deep breath after the train left, 

"Calm down, you're fine. You can talk to her tomorrow." I sighed, people were looking. I have to go home, well…. 

I stood there. Not wanting to move. My mom is behind me, wondering why I came down to the train station. 

"Himiko? Honey, why are you down here? You know that both me and your dad will pick you up if you need us to, you don't need to take the train."

I know, mom. I'm just saying goodbye to Leah, it was raining so she wanted to take the train."

"Oh, if that were the case then why didn't you tell her that I would take her you know I will, you know how much I love her."

"Nah it's fine, she insisted on riding the train anyway, i couldn't have done anything to convince her otherwise…."

I left the train station and got in mom's car, I guess I'm with her today. Mom tried to strike up a conversation, but I just ignored her. She gave up after a few tries and we drove the rest of the way home in silence.

When we got home I went straight to my room, took my phone out, and plugged it in. I turned on my tv and started playing some random show that I’ve watched so many times that I lost count. And I pull out my tablet and start sketching out a random anime character, maybe an OC of mine. After about an hour of drawing and sketching, I just give up and look out the window and see that it’s still raining. I laugh a little because I know Leah would probably be kicking around in the rain by now... god I remember playing out in the rain with her just having fun… I wish high school never happened and we can just go back to our childhood and just cherish those moments when no one cared what other people were thinking and all we cared about was when nap time and play time started and what dinner was and what we would get for our birthday and Christmas.

     Now? Life is shit. My best friend hates me, and I don't blame her. Hell I think I told her to go fuck herself a few times, I didn't really mean it but it really sounded like I did. "Sweetie? Are you okay?" Mom asked, poking her head through the door. "Leah's mom is at the door if you want to talk to her…" mom hesitated. "Leah's mom is delusional, mom. Has she even told us her name?" HIMIKO! WHY THE HELL DID YOU SAY THAT YOU DUMB FUCK?

     "Her name is Abby, Himiko, you know this! And she is Ill. Give her a break, please?" Mom looked tired, I don't blame her, dealing with my sorry ass of a human being all the time, whatever. "Yeah, sorry mom, that was stupid of me to say. Yeah I'll come down to talk to her." Mom smiled, she looked happy, that's the first time I've seen her smile in a long while. "Oh, and Leah is there too, you two are friends right?" Shit. "Yeah, sure I'll be out in a minute mom, I need to change to something else first." She nodded and left the room, closing the door behind her. I went over into my closet, and stared into it dreading the next interaction. 

     As I try to distract myself by focusing on the amount of junk in my closet, and knowing how Leah would be fussing about how I need to clean it out soon. I stare into the closet for a minute before picking out a random shirt with an anime character on it and changing into it, I throw on a pair of sweatpants and go downstairs into the living room where Abby and Leah are. "I'm so sorry for dropping in on such short notice Delilah, I just wanted to talk to a friend…." The mom's kept talking and walked off into a different room, leaving me and Leah alone. "Hey, koko" shit I forgot to turn off the TV in my room "hi, Leah." Before I get to say anything else she starts walking up the stairs to my room, since she already knows the way I just go into the kitchen to get a snack, and grab one for Leah, know she will complain if I don't get anything for her.

     After an hour of watching movies and messing around with each other, just having fun like we're kids again, but after a while Abby got tired and wanted to go home. Mom managed to get her to spend the night because of how bad a driver she is after dark. And told her that Leah's dad can just pick her up tomorrow at our house. “Where will I sleep?” Leah asked after mom decided that Abby would stay in the only guest room,but she doesn't want to sleep with her mom. “Well you can just sleep with himi, is that alright? You could also just sleep in the living room if you're too old for that kind of stuff now." Mom knew me and Leah were fighting, at least I think she knew because she just smiled at me. "I'll sleep in the living room, but thank you for the offer." "Well I'll get the blankets in there then, i'm sorry that i can't give you your own room." "It's alright ma'am i like having my own tv for the night." After that was decided everyone went to their respective sleeping areas and either passed out or watched tv.

Chapter 4: is this right?

When I woke up, I was on the couch in Himiko's house. I know why we came but I dont know why mom couldnt have just left me home, and having a bad feeling is not a great reason either.

#write #writeblr #god help its gay #also i guess slow burn? #who cares #good moms sometimes #4 chapters #lmao