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pinky-glitz · 2 years

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I always thought about it a lot what the boys

Accidentally activated there quirk during Sex

And what they’re reactions by realizing

You can choose what you'll pick

Omg Anon that sounds hot and great! I’ve always wondered too so now let’s find out 💕💕😂😂

s*xᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇᴅ | ʙɴʜᴀ ʙᴏʏs

MDNI

Tags: Voyeurism, Oral (m. receiving), Creamie, Quirk induced

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Bakugou has always been cautious when it came to having s*x with you and the possibility of his quirk becoming an involvement. He has cited to you one too many times to even count of how his quirk activates when he sweats, combined with friction and you get a big KABOOM!

That “KABOOM” should nowhere be happening near you, talk less of on your body. So that’s why he always takes precautions and f*cks you in a well ventilated place and where he’s not going to sweat.

Well he should’ve thought about that before whisking you away on a vacation in Africa. Where the sun is always blazing and the nights are somewhat cool.

How could he refuse you when you swayed towards him wearing a short flowing dress with your cleavage on display and your dirty whispers insinuating things he’d rather be doing, with you, to you.

“Shit! Keep the noise down angelface, you don’t wanna get caught do ya.” He growled in your ear as you muffled your voice in his neck, tightening your hold on his toned back and digging your nails in his muscles.

The dirty smacks of your hips on his could be heard by any wandering passerby and you prayed to your lucky stars that no one was around to walk in on you two behind the hut from the raging club.

“I’m trying but it feels too good~” You mewled and tightened around his girth, making him pound harder into you. “You f*ck me so good.”

“Shit.”

Suddenly, a searing pain ignited on your a*ss cheeks and you yelped. You found yourself on the ground, landing roughly on your singed bottom whilst Bakugou wore an expression you could only explain as shock and sooner regret.

“Baby, are you okay? What the fuck, of course you’re not I just exploded your a*ss.” He crouched down and tried to see the damage. “Shit, I’m so f*cking sorry, I got a little excited and heated. Is it bad, did I hurt you?”

You winced and Bakugou felt his heart drop, the clear look of panic and regret sat in his vermillion eyes and you were quick to say something to calm him down. After all, this was just a small mishap like any other.

“I’m okay, it was just a little sudden, and I fell on my bare a*ss on these rocks… I guess that’s the only issue.” You tried to stand and you couldn’t quite shake off the heat from your flushed bum.

“Let me see, how bad did I hurt you?” Bakugou held your waist and tried to turn you around but you sharply remained footed.

“It’s okay… you might say I like a little pain.” You teased but he didn’t find it as amusing as you did.

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Izuku’s whole life has always been about control. Especially when it came to his quirk.

Getting Izuku to lose that tight grip and hold he has over his quirk is really difficult but not impossible.

So how could he resist and retain that control and decorum when he traveled on a strenuous hero trip that lasted two months and he hadn’t been able to see you, talk less of communicate with you because of the government enforcing secrecy and him not trying to get terrorists involved in his personal life.

Control was the last thing on his mind when he finally got to see you again and touch you.

“I missed you so much, I couldn’t stop thinking and dreaming about you.” Izuku panted, slamming his hips into you hard and deep, making you squeal for him.

Sweat glided down his sharp jawline and dropped onto your heaving chest as his scarred hands squeezed your thighs and made the bed creak with each thrust. The pro hero sloppily kissed you and moaned, gripping onto the headboard and rocking into you.

“Missed these lips, your kisses, your warmth, your touch, everything.” He panted against your bruised lips and he could feel his eyes roll back the moment you wrapped your legs around his waist and claw down his back.

“I love you, Izuku. I kept thinking and missing you. I missed you so much.” You cried and it was like the tipping point for him, hearing those sweet words and the snug fit of you around his c*ck just broke him.

SCHLACK!

You widened your eyes and pushed forward into his large body upon hearing a sound that only spelt trouble. He cursed hopelessly in your ears and pulled out of your velvety warmth, spurting his load all over your folds.

“I’m so sorry love, you just felt too good, it’s been a long while, I couldn’t hold back.” He whimpered and rambled but what really got your attention was the headboard he was holding onto a few moments ago, reduced to nothing more than chunks of firewood.

“I-Izuku.”

“Shit, I… I’m so sorry, I broke our bed.”

Luckily for the embarrassed pro, you found the act rather sexy and hot, seeing Izuku who’s usually collected become so unraveled because of you, shot up your ego to the maxima. Also, considering the way his muscles tensed up and flexed while he folded the headboard, you were certain he was a 10.

sʜᴏᴜᴛᴏ

Todoroki is another person who controls his quirk well and in general is a collected guy. This is a guy who once a upon a time swore to never use his fire side and made conscious decisions to enforce that he wouldn’t. Going as far as having an ice costume enveloping his fire side. (Bad fashion taste on his part)

The guy who got hit by a laughing quirk and still fought tooth and nail to retain his cool exterior.

Anyways. So if getting Izuku unraveled was difficult, it is almost impossible to get Todoroki the most put together guy to activate his quirk during sexy time because even during the act he’s relatively composed throughout.

So let’s just say, he got hit with an aphr*disiac like quirk drug that shot his s*xual need through the roof, almost reducing him to a s*x crazed person.

You gagged on his length and peered up at him as he rutted into your mouth with a tight grip on your hair. Drool slipped past the corners of his lips and he couldn’t stop snapping his hips, eager and desperate for the high to wear off and to satiate the burning need to breed.

Shouto’s brows furrowed and he couldn’t take his eyes off your pretty lips wrapped around his g*rth, pleasuring him wonderfully that he was certain he’d c*m again for the third time in your mouth.

He settled both his hands on your face, gripping it hard and spilling his thick c*m down your throat with a guttural groan. You swallowed it all and panted as he pushed you onto your side and easily slipped into your drenched h*le.

Your tight velvety walls drove him crazy and even if he wanted to take it slow he found himself pounding into you roughly, basal with his mind only clouded with the intentions of breeding you and catching that high.

Your slick and each ferocious thrust resonated in the room and your whimpers and cries were music to his ears, the faraway look in your eyes was a clear sign you were hooked and drunk on his c*ck.

“One more, give me another one.” He growled in your ear and plunged into you, hitting that spot that had you screaming. “C*m for me.”

Your walls trembled and sucked him in as your org*sm hit you like a freight train, his words simply tipping you over into another blissful finish. Suddenly, you felt ice spread across your leg and encapsulate the limb and scorching fire marked your other leg, pulling a scream out of you.

Shouto widened his eyes and immediately shut off his quirk, pure panic and fear flashed across his face as he tried to free your leg from the ice.

“Y/N I’m so sorry, forgive me, I don’t know I…”

The break in his voice made your heart drop, you could tell hurting you was the last thing he ever wanted to do. Shouto pulled out and looked at your leg that was singed and luckily for you there was no damage, just a little burn that’ll leave no marks but for Shouto it destroyed him.

“I-It’s okay, I was just a little scared considering I didn’t expect it.” You held his shoulders and tried to calm him down.

“I hurt you, that’s unforgivable. This has never happened before, if only I didn’t get hit by that quirk.” He mumbled with his fists tightened and his gaze lowered.

“I said I’m fine, look at me. I’m alright it was just a little mistake.”

Needless to say, Shouto didn’t take it well and now is extra careful and cautious so he wouldn’t activate his quirk and hurt you next time.

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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 3 years

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Dominante Imp S/O x Millie & Moxxie.

Meeting the boss.

(This is a continuation of my previous dominant imp x M&M.)

In the five or so months you'd been together youd gotten a very mixed idea of who there boss was. Millie painted him as a lovable goof who would push boundaries on the regular.

Moxxie on the other hand, spoke as though he was a pervert Stalker who had it out for him.

Of course you challenged both of them, asked where he'd been for the last five months of he were a stalker and why Moxxie hated him so much if he were a harmless goofball.

Moxxie tells you Blitzø had been unusually busy as of late, with both work and Stolas.

Which was lucky, because Moxxie wasn't sure how you'd react if you found a strange Imp in the apartment.

So instead they decide it would be better if you met him properly, instead of finding him hiding in your fridge.

So the next day they bring you along to the I.M.P offices. Both Millie and Moxxie had mixed feelings about this meeting.

They weren't sure how Blitzø would react, and then they weren't sure how you'd react to his reaction.

Making it to the office, the two gave you a series of warnings about how to approach the subject.

You dismissed there concerns, I mean you could easily take on six sinners at once without breaking a sweat. If Blitzø wanted to dance, youd dance.

So entering the office, you were met with the young hellhound'et that you instantly realised was the source of so much of Mixxie stress.

You swallowed a scowl before going up to greet her. 'You must be Loona. I've heard... a lot about you.'

Loona barely gave you a glance before going back to her phone. Millie came up besides you and asked if Blitzø was in yet.

Loona just gave a lazy nod towards a door to her right.

Millie thanked the hellhound before giving you a kiss and going to find him.

That seemed to get Loona's attention, looking at you she raised an eyebrow.

'Wondering what that was?' You asked nonchalantly. Loona glanced over the Moxxie and smirked. 'Oh yeah.'

Turning to her you smiled back, 'Well im not one to kiss and tell, but basically, for the past five or so months I've been the third partner in our little party.'

'No. Fucking. Way.' She said incredulously before bursting into laughter. 'So Moxxie really is a cuck.'

You instantly soured at her words before slaming your hands on her desk. 'Lets get something clear, young lady. Me, Moxxie and Millie are a couple, eh, I mean triad. We are in a relationship, alright.'

Reaching into your coat you pulled out a long yellow envelope. 'Simply put, I'm going to be around frequently as of starting immediately. And from what I've heard you relish in making the lifes of others as hard as possible.' You waited a moment for Loonas reaching. The hellhound just kind of nodding her head.

'So in order to keep our relationship civil, I'm going to bribe you.' Loona perked up at that. 'Bribe me with what?' She asked, eyebrow raised.

'This' you told her, handing over the envelope.

Taking the envelope, she pulled out two pieces of paper. Her eyes bulged 'Holy shit are these-'

'F#ck you dad, tickets? Yes.' You cut in, Snatching them out of her hands. Twirling them around your fingers you told her 'Not just tickets, VIP tickets.' You held the tickest up, showing the Gold film over them.

The feminine hellhounds eyes growing to animated proportions.

'I was gonna take the pair out, but couldn't find an extra ticket. So there all yours. IF. You play nice. Do we have a deal?'

Loona thought for a long minute before reply. 'Fine. I'll try to play nice.'

'You do more then try.' You told her as you handed her the tickets.

Just as you let them go, the door to your left burst open.

'Alright where is this guy' the imp that you could only assume was Blitzø.

You stepped forward, Blitzø's attention falling on you. 'Okay, so Millie here says she wants to introduce me to someone important and I'm guessing that's you.'

Sticking your hand out you told him 'Yes I believe so. You must be Blitzø, ive heard... Interesting things about you.'

Blitzø took your hand, giving it a hearty shake. 'Well im a pretty interesting guy.'

You chuckled at that, before Millie came up behind you and wrapped her arms around your chest.

Going ridged you were about to turn around and ask what Millie was doing, when you felt someone grab your hand.

Looking to your right you found Moxxie holding your hand, an innocent little smile across his face.

You were about to ask him what he's doing when it strikes you. Looking over to Millie, you find her wearing a devious little smile. Looking back Moxxie you find him wearing a similar, if not slightly more anxious smile.

'Oh you little bastards, didn't want to make it too easy for me aye?' Millie whispered back in that sexy southern drawl, 'Nope.'

Chuckling you tell them 'You are gonna pay for this tonight.'

Looking back to Blitzø, I find a very confused Imp staring at me. 'Whats going on?' He asked, obviously suspicious.

'W-well, you see. For the last five months or so Me, Millie and Moxxie have kinda... sorta... been in a relationship.'

You leaned back a little, waiting for his reaction. It takes a minute before he screams 'What!'

You pull back, putting yourself between Blitzø and the pair.

Shrugged of the pairs touch, you repeated yourself. 'Me and your two employees are in a relationship.'

Blitzø balled his fists before slaming them the table. 'For fucks sake!' He screamed. 'Three years and this fucker lives out my fantasy.'

You look at the Imp unsure how to respond, but before you could you heard Moxxie speak up. 'Fantasy?' He asked behind you.

Blitzø chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. 'Well I mean, surely it's not a secret I've kinda had a thing for you guys for a while.'

'Eww' Loona muttered, looking up from her phone.

Turning around you were quickly pulled forward, Blitzø wrapping his arm around your neck.

'So tell me, Uuh, what was your name again?' He asked. '(Y/N)' you replied.

'Aah, yes of course. So (Y/N), tell me what's it like? ' you raised an eyebrow, unsure what he meant. 'What's what like?'

'You know, the two of them... in bed?' He wagged his eyebrows at the end. You instantly sobered up.

Pulling your arm off your shoulder you stepped away from him. 'Sorry buddy, but that's between me and the two of them.'

Blitzø blew it off, wrapping his arm around your shoulder again. 'Come on, just give me a few details. Tell me, Is Moxxie a total bottom or can he dom.'

At this point you were done with his antics and practically threw his arm off of you.

'Listen, I get it, Moxxie and Millie have both told me you don't really do "Boundries" but our relationship is just that, Ours. You wanna hang out at work or go out for drinks, no problem.'

You turned serious 'But in our home, unless your invited. I don't wanna see you there.'

Blitzø wore a smirk , a smirk Id seen a hundred times over. The cocky little shit was gonna test me.

'Really?' He asked, smirk growing. I chuckled back, 'Yeah, really.'

Turing to him you told him 'I get it, your a killer, assassin for hire i get really. You kill people for a living.' You slipped a hand into your pocket, 'But do you know what I do?'

Blitzø just shook his head. 'I'm a bouncer, ya know what that means.' You ask him.

'You bounce things?' He asked dripping with sarcasm. You gave a dry chuckle back before gripping the back of his neck.

'My job is to put smartasses like you in there place. There place being on the curb, missing a few teeth.'

Blitzø's smirk grew a little larger, a little anger in his eyes. And before you knew it, he swung at you. His left arm swung in a sloppy haymaker.

Of course you were to quick, and easily dodged it, only to return with a proper haymaker. Although your haymaker came with a shiny set of brass knuckles, courtesy of your right pocket.

Blitzø went down, with one punch, like a sack of rocks.

You stepped back, taking a look at the now unconscious Imp. You could see a large bruise beginning to form on the left side of his face.

Moxxie and Millie came up besides you, looking down at the Imp. 'Bout time someone knocked some sense into him.' Moxxie grumbled.

'Mox he's our boss!' Millie scolded her husband. 'No. He's right.' You cut in, 'play stupid games, win stupid prizes and your boss chose to play a very stupid game.'

It took about an hour before he woke up, still on the floor he released a long groan before sitting up.

You walked up to him, coffee in hand before squatting down and checking his cheek.

'Hey there champ, good nap?' You ask, feeling particularly smug.

Blitzø rubbed his face, groaning out 'You get the make and model on the that Truck that hit me.'

You chuckled, 'No I did not. But I'm sure it would be happy to come right on back, unless that is, you've learnt your lesson?'

Blitzø looked up at you, the implications of your words sinking in. His eyes shifted across the room, then onto you.

'Yeah' he said, nodding his head 'lesson learnt.' Handing him the coffee you helped him to his feet.

'Good boy.' You told him before calling Millie and Moxxie over.

Steering the two towards the door you turn to Blitzø and ask, 'Its alright if they take the day off, aye Boss?'

Blitzø just gave a weak little thumbs up before turning and heading for his office.

Turning back to the pair, you leaned into Moxxie's ear and whispered 'Now who do I need to punish for that little scheme back there.'

#helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #headcanon #x reader #helluva millie #helluva boss headcanon #helluva moxxie #millie x reader #moxxie #millie #moxxie x reader #millie x reader x moxxie

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hoehoeyeah · 3 years

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F*ck Me, Daddy!

One thing I like about older men is their straightforward, no-nonsense approach to hook up. I snagged one who was staying nearby at a temporarily rented accommodation.

I was just walking towards the entrance of a swanky new mixed-use development, when a man in business attire waved cheerily at me from some distance. I politely waved back, and fell in step with him. He was carrying some food and bottled water.

"How was the traffic?" he asked.

"Manageable," I said, while giving him a quick once-over. He was shorter than average and looked like your typical Chinese business man. What he lacked in height he made up with a bubbly gregarious personality, which put me at ease instantly.

The unit he rented was empty and cool when we entered. Immediately to the left of the door, there was an open pantry and right ahead, there was a drop leaf table that served as a dining/working space. At the far end was a sleek leather sofa facing a TV unit mounted on a wall. There was a balcony but I couldn't see much as the curtains were drawn against the evening heat.

"Drinks?" he offered. I took a bottle of beverage from him and drank up. We made some small talk, just to ease into each others' company.

We hugged for what seemed like an eternity, then he grabbed my crotch. "Hard already, huh."

"I haven't cum for weeks," I explained.

"Let me help you," he said in a teasing tone.

We undressed without much fuss. I was surprised to see his thin, black bikini briefs. Well dressed to the core, this guy.

He took my arm and led me to the only bedroom behind that TV wall. It was sparsely furnished with a double bed, a bedside drawer and a sleek white clothes rack.

We tumbled onto the bed and touched each other ferociously. His thighs and legs were so powerfully built and his bum could be the envy of every bottom. He pecked me on the lips, as if trying to test waters, then we went full on French kiss. His tongue danced expertly with mine, while his hands groped me everywhere. I shivered at his every touch.

I tossed him so that he was on his back, then I licked and sucked at his hardening nipples. He was freshly showered and smelled delicious. As I serviced him, his cock rose to life and poked at my thigh. I took it in hand and jerked it languidly.

Now that his nipples were wet and pointy, I tackled his dick instead. It was of average size, which was easy to suck without much difficulty. I sucked him to the root then slowly licked the sides of his shaft. His soft big balls were warm to the touch. At this point, he was moaning softly.

Once he had enough, he swapped places with me. I lay on the big soft bed and enjoyed being sucked by him. As if possessed, he deep-throated me till I felt tingles down my back. I pulled him up with a warning that I was close to orgasm. "Oh, must not let you off so soon," he said cheekily, and attacked my nipples.

His tongue circled my areola, then he vacuum sucked my nipples in turns till I was moaning incoherently. My hands tweaked with his nipples and my feet swept against his ass weakly while he played me enthusiastically.

I found myself getting high and sweating buckets even though the air conditioning was on full blast. He rimmed my ass next, which made my toes curl in intense pleasure. I warned him that I was getting close but he carried on anyway, making me squirt big globs of cum all over my abs and chest.

"Wanna get fucked?" he asked. I was getting tired but the sudden orgasm wasn't fulfilling enough, so I agreed.

He went to look for condom and lubricant, while I adjourned to the en-suite. I washed off my cum and douched as best as I could. He looked on with a smile, then brought me a clean towel.

I patted myself dry and laid the cloth on the bed. I lay on it and helped myself to his lube. He rolled a condom on and lubed generously. I fingered myself till a few digits went in and out smoothly.

"Ready?"

I nodded.

"If pain, let me know," he said reassuringly.

I guided him to ease his head into my opening. It took a few tries before he entered correctly. I pushed out my muscles as much as I could to accommodate his shaft. A dullness settled once his full length was parked inside my chute.

"Pain," I whispered. It had been months since my last fuck, so I was grateful to see him taking it slow and applying even more lube.

I nodded once the pain melted into pleasure. He smirked and went full speed, rocking the bed so roughly that it drowned my moans. He drilled me without mercy yet at the same time he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me passionately. My legs wobbled with effort, and I felt my dick growing harder again.

He placed his head next to mine and I whispered naughty things. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, it's so good, yeah, fuck me daddy, fuck me daddy!"

Those words seemed to spur him on and he slammed harder than before. All at once he grunted and spasmed in me, then I felt him unloading powerfully into the condom.

I got a kiss from him as reward. We hugged a while before he pulled out, taking care to wrap the condom in some tissues. I grabbed a few myself to wipe the sweat and lube off my body.

We showered separately then dressed up. He was eager to get back to his family, and so was I. We exchanged numbers and promised to meet again.

#hoehoeyeah #gay stories

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anne-writes · 3 years

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Yaoi Fandoms; Representation or Fetishization?

1,305 words, 5 min~ reading time. Seperated into 25 paragrpahs for easier reading/writing. I worked on this while very sleep deprieved so comment an edits uwu. Essay under the divider.

TW: Sarcasm, slight meaness (from me and others), inappriopriate messages to minors, censored cursing, babies?, I’ll update if I figure out any more.

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It seems whenever a thing in the media with plenty of men in it (youtube groups, bands, shows, ect.) will eventually come out with an MLM ship. This isn't inherently bad because men loving other men is amazing. Good for them. I'm so proud. The problem comes from the stans focused on this ship/couple.

Stans, am I right? The majority of unneeded cancel-culture and cyber-bullying. (Note how I say unneeded) I don't actually mind a lot of stans, probably since I don't use Twitter often.

Now my problem with stans is they find a content creator (musician, artist, YouTuber, ect.) and they try to make this person fit into their specific box of expectations via bullying, and fear of being cancelled and their career ruined.

This sucks for many reasons, because, these content creators are still human, right? Stans don't usually seem to know this and put these people on an unreachable pedestal. Kind of like your parents who expect you to stay the same gifted kid throughout your life. It eventually gets exhausting. Let's put this train of thought on hold for just a few minutes.

Now all of that brings me to my point of writing this. Are yaoi fandoms a good thing or a bad thing? Are they asking for representation or fetishization of their faves? Are they trying to get more LGBTQA+ creators known or are they looking for their uwu gay babies?

I think the question boils down to, who is writing the majority of the fanfiction and what kind of fanfiction is it? Are straight women writing your gay man smut for other straight women to enjoy? I think this is a good telltale if your yaoi fandom is good or bad.

Now, I don't mind straight women writing gay characters having sex, having angsty sex, discovering themselves and falling in love, and straight women reading it, because good on you for not caring about what kind of romance story it is! Everyone loves a good romance story for the many different tropes, I'm partial to enemies to lovers.

I do have a problem when it's not really meant as romance and more something for straight women to get their rocks off if you catch my drift. Getting off to a gay relationship because it's gay is really weird in my opinion. (I'm looking at you, straight boys who watch lesbian porn).

It's quite weird to get off to these kinds of relationships and leads to fetishization. We already are trying to tell the straight boys this, but the gays aren't around for straight people's porn-watching pleasure. It's the same as women liking gay men for being gay. Or men liking lesbians for being lesbian.

I feel that a lot of Yaoi stans aren't asking for representation more so are they asking for two men making love for their pleasure. This leads to the box of expectations that seem to come with every stan. (I told you we'd come back to that earlier point)

As soon as the ship is adopted by stans, it seems to always get joked around by the content creators associated with it. Examples can include, Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson, and Dream and GeorgeNotFound.

There's now the notation of 'well they brought it up so it must be true!'. And so, if the content creators continue making jokes about their shipname, the more of a cultish following grows and the more expectation for this to be real.

This is pretty dangerous, as whatever one of those men gets a girlfriend, or a partner that isn't this specific person? Then the fandom turns against the 'traitor' and tries to solve any problems standing in the way of their ship. See Babygate. Whether or not you believe in that situation, the way they (stans) treated the families was just downright terrible.

I mean sending porncaps to an underage minor? Just because you think the actress might also be the same girl that the minor's brother got pregnant, wtf. (Apparently, those larries aren't very approving of sex workers and porn actors/actresses /maybekidding,whoknows)

As terrible as that situation was handled and everything, it does show what kind of people those stans can be when something or someone gets in the way of their perfect ship.

They also share the argument of 'this man is in love with another man, so he is gay' which makes me think they're even less so wanting representation. Because representation at its finest would be all sorts of sexualities, genders, ect. not just one specific sexuality.

Representation can come without fetishization. Many content things have been able to accomplish this. For example, some nice MLM webcomics can be found on Webtoon. Blades of Furry is quite cute, and perfect for all my furries out there. Boyfriends is about a Poly MLM group of 4. (Kiss it goodbye, Not So Shoujo Love Story for you WLW in need) (I wanna be a cute anime girl for my trans cuties.) (The Four of Them for a story about a group of kids discovering themselves.)

You can ask for representation without it being about the actual sexual component. LGBTQA+ smut is good for communities with these kinds of ships, but it shouldn't come at the cost of sexualization. Their relationships shouldn't become all about sex, because a lot of people do actually have the ability to keep it in their pants y̶o̶u̶ ̶h̶o̶r̶n̶y̶ ̶f̶*c̶k̶s̶.

Posters being obsessed with their top and bottom components and how this person has to act a certain way because they are a top or a bottom are just the same people who think dom and sub roles need to be in every relationship. Who cares about who's the top or bottom when we can just care about their love?

I'm not here to tell you not to ship MLM ships or WLW ships, or any of that. Honestly, that would just be hypocritical of me. I just want people to realize that by allowing yaoi fandoms to sexualize these kinds of relationships, you are solidifying a point in your brain, and other impressionable people's brains that gay people are only for sexual enjoyment.

Whilst I think that IRL ships are pretty weird, everyone is going to probably do that anyway. Just allow that person to be straight, or any other sexuality, allow them to have other partners and don't make their entire life and career around one little thing.

Don't expect people IRL to obey/act how YOU want them. They're humans too, and relationships are complicated. Maybe down the line, your fave comes out of the closet, but you shouldn't force them to come out just because you can 'sense' it.

It's their life, it's their sexuality/gender/identity, allow the choices to be theirs. Forcing someone out of the closet makes you a d*ck. No matter what. No 'but it was so obvious!'. No 'well it was true!'. Forcing someone to reveal a private detail about themselves is creepy and d*ckish. Who cares if you're right, you could've harmed that person's homelife or anything. Maybe they wanted to keep it secret because who are you, as the fan, to dictate what they can share with you.

And so, I leave you with some final words. Not everyone has to be gay, as much as, not everyone has to be straight. Sexuality and Gender identity are a spectrum and you cannot decide anyone else's. Allow people to be who they are, and don't stalk people. That's f*cking weird.

I hope you all have a fantastic day/night/whatever. And next time, think about if your actions will be helping the community or not. I'm sure no one means to harm it, but it's ok to check in with yourself and your actions every once in a while to better yourself.

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peachyteabuck · 4 years

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just tryna f☆ck you and your bestie

summary: harley did save helena’s life, wellbeing, and family fortune...so she kinda owes the crazy-ass psychiatrist, right? right?

or, harley asks to fuck you, helena can’t say no, and you’re all too happy to be caught in their shenanigans.

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pairing: harley quinn x reader x helena bertinelli

words: 1,202

trigger warnings: cuckolding, mean dom harley, established helena x reader, verbal humiliation, mommy/daddy kink, face riding, strap ons

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Arousal floods your senses, a ringing in your ears nearly blocking out whatever Harley is saying to you.

“Do you like it when I’m mean to you?” she coos, slapping your ass once more.

It’s hard to nod with your face shoved into the expensive silk sheets, your ass stinging and back arched to chase Harley’s touch. Still, you try, just as you desperately search for the words that have found themselves caught in your throat. “Yes, Mommy.”

Harley smirks, looking up to meet Helena’s eyes. Your girlfriend in one of her large, gilded chairs. Usually tucked into the corner, it now sits close to the end of the bed as she sits cross-legged, her own arms resting on the arms of the chair. “You like it when Daddy’s friends make fun of you? You like it when she wants you get fucked by someone else?”

Harley pulls at the thick collar she’s placed around your neck before you can respond, the other hand grabbing your jaw and forcing you to meet the heavy-lidded eyes of your girlfriend.

“Tell your Daddy how much you want me to fuck you,” Harley purrs just loud enough for Helena to hear. “Tell your Daddy how bad you want her friend to fuck you while she watches.”

You see Helena’s pupils swallow her irises completely, watch as she squeezes her own thighs together. “I want Mommy to fuck me until I’m crying while my Daddy watches,” Harleys grip on your throat gets tighter, a sign that she wants you to continue. “I want Mommy to fuck me until I’m weeping, like the dirty slut I am, all while my Daddy watches.”

Harley laughs – snickers in that maniacal way she always does. “Aw, you can do better than that,” she punctuates it with another harsh SLAP! to your ass. “C’mon, say it. Say Daddy I want your bestest friend in the whole wide world to fuck my tight little cunt until I can’t talk no more. Or something like, Mommy I want to be able to feel you every time I walk or sit down or breathe for the next-“

“Harley,” Helena warns.

The woman in question rolls her eyes and sighs in her classically dramatic fashion. “Fine, whatever.”

Harley bunches up your hair in her fist, pushing you back down into your previous position, ass grinding on Harley’s strap.

It’s one she brought on her own accord. Unlike all of Helena’s matte black and deep purple toys, Harley’s strap is bright pink and glittery with a multicolored dildo. It’s so beautifully and wonderfully and perfectly her, and it feels even better than you thought it would as she easily slides into you.

“Aw, the little slut is so wet,” Harley laughs as she bottoms out, mocking your guttural moans. “The way you moan is so cute, darling. Makes me wanna fuck you until you can’t walk.”

A moan catches itself in your throat, cut off as Harley begins to fuck into you. One hand presses into the side of your face for balance, the other keeps a tight grip on your hip.

It’s good, it’s so good you’re biting into the sheets as she fills your pussy with her cock.

“Oh God,” you nearly scream when she lets your head rise from being pressed into the sheets so she can rub at your clit. “Oh my god!”

Harley just laughs again and fucks into you harder. “C’mon baby girl, don’t bring the ole big guy into this. It’s just me and you, right?” she slows her thrusts, makes them more purposeful and forceful as she continues. “Just you and your Mommy, who fucks you so good, isn’t that right, baby girl?”

Within an instant you’re flipped around, legs pushed to your chest and arms trapped under your back. One of Harley’s hands grabs at your chin once more, haphazardly painted nails digging into the soft flesh of your cheeks. Never once does she stop thrusting into you, smiling wide as your eyes screw shut and your jaw goes slack.

“C’mon, tell your Mommy how good I fuck ya,” she murmurs, voice low as to not crowd out your beautiful moans of pleasure.

“Mommy you fuck me so good,” you rush out, terrified the words will get cut off once more. “Please, fuck me harder!”

Harley puts the hand that grabbed at your face behind your head for leverage, fucking into you so hard you can hear the headboard banging against the egg- shell painted wall.

“Gonna make you cum so good,” Harley says through grit teeth. “Gonna make you see fucking stars.”

A vibrator – one you didn’t notice Harley grab – is pressed against your clit, ripping a deep moan from your heaving chest.

Your orgasm feels like a punch to the gut, as if someone was ripping all of your skin off and sewing It back onto your body with a blunt needle.

And holy shit, it feels so good.

Harley continues to fuck into you as your world is shaken, not stirred, and your legs and arms go numb. Each muscle tenses and relaxes at the same time, your hands desperate for purchase while your fingers refuse to grab onto anything.

“You feel good, baby?” Harley coos, pulling sweaty hairs from your forehead. “Does your Mommy make you feel good?”

Your mind, cloudy and foggy and overcast, doesn’t allow for much to escape your mouth. “Yes, Mommy!”

She laughs at your state, running her hands through your hair. “Oh, you’re such a good little girl. Now I’m gonna ride your face to get myself off, mkay?”

You nod silently, panting as she takes the strap off and tosses it aside. She climbs on top of you – making sure to face Helena while grinding her pussy down onto your face.

She’s wet – so wet – you can feel it dripping down your cheeks as she rocks back and forth across your tongue.

“So good at this, aren’t ya?” she purrs. “Gonna make me cum on your pretty little face?”

Nodding is futile, instead you fuck your tongue in and out of her soaked pussy harder.

Harley cums with a deep moan, grinding down even harder on your face as her pussy twitches on your lips.

“Fuck that’s good,” she praises, dismounting from on top of your face to hovering over your stomach. Harley moves to grasp your face in her slick-soaked hands and leans forward until your noses touch. “You’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t ya?”

You nod – voice hoarse and strained. “Yes, Mommy, I’m a good little slut for you.”

She kisses the tip of your nose before standing back up and reaching to grab another toy.

“So, you ready for another round?”

You throw your head back and groan loudly.

Helena laughs, shifting in the chair. “Can I join in on this one, Quinn?”

Harley smirks and perks up, batting your face lightly between her hands. Literally toying with you. “Hmm, does that sound good, kitten? You want your Mommy and Daddy to fuck your tight little pussy at the same time?”

You throw your head back and moan deeply. Somehow you know this is going to be a long, long night.

#harley quinn x reader #helena bertinelli x reader #harley quinn x helena bertinelli x reader #lukis does commissions #lukis writes stuff #FIRST BIRDS OF PREY FIIIIIIC #r tag #yes this IS from ric flair drip bc i am a White Person

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anxiouspotatorants · 3 years

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Dodger e Blue Eyes a playlist inspired by Of Soul and Spirit by @natsugia

“When I was a little girl/ I thought I could rule the world” Did You Know – Sudan Archives

“Everybody makes mistakes/ But it’s always mine that seem to keep on sticking” Tribulations – LCD Soundsystem

“But, afterwards, it was awkward as f*ck/ ‘Cause I’m nervous as f*ck, and could not get it up” The Worst Guys – Childish Gambino ft. Chance the Rapper

“Miss me with that bullshit/ You ain’t really wild you a tourist” King’s Dead – Kendrick Lamar ft. Jay Rock, Future & James Blake

“Focus on the bottom line/ So you never fall behind” Glorious – Sudan Archives

“What’s a girl to do if she’ll never be a rasta/ Singing from her heart but she’ll never be a rockstar” Gangsta – Tune-Yards

“When the men on the chessboard/ Get up and tell you where to go” White Rabbit – Jefferson Airplane

“E se io muoio da partigiano/ Tu mi devi seppellir” Bella Ciao – Manu Pilas

“Part time love is the life round here/ We’re never done” Life Round Here – James Blake

“Dancing on the legs of a newborn pony/ Left right left right, keep it up son” U.R.A. Fever – The Kills

“I don’t care if we start a war in heaven/ Who really needs to be rescued?” Black Vivaldi Sonata – Sudan Archives

”Is that what you want? Even if it rips you apart?” Haunted – STWO ft Sevdaliza

“You told me, “Don’t be like me, just finish watching cartoons”/ Which is funny now ‘cause all I see is Wile E. Coyotes in the room” Cartoon – Kendrick Lamar ft. Anna Wise and Gunplay

“’Cause when I switch then they wanna say that I’m a b*tch” Offence – Little Simz

“Staring at the desk/ Got stuck sticking to the program” NICE OUT – Kilo Kish

“I’m watching from the wall/ As in the streets we fight” One Line – PJ Harvey

“That he can’t make you stay/ He can’t make you go/ Now you’re stuck/ Falling, falling on your own” Honey – Sudan Archives

#mister madam figure of authority I am begging you to finish this fic #literati #literati playlist #rory x jess #fanfiction playlist #yes I put a shit ton of Sudan Archives on here sue me #like the chorus drop in Glorious is PERFECT #I know Bella ciao is an uninspired pick but hey it’s a great song!#btw cartoon is for Jess #and the worst guys is for Tristan✨😂#of soul and spirit

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miguel-manbemel · 3 years

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Aspects & Fanfics Ep. 55: Return to the Cave of Doom Part 3 - The Defile of Tragedy

Going with the third part of this story that will serve as finale for the season two of this fanfic inspired on Sanders Sides, by Thomas Sanders and Joan S. And before we get into it, one warning. We're getting into one of those angstier episodes were one of the characters in the story is gonna pass away. So expect a lot of angst in this entry of the story. Next entry, by the way, will be the final conclusion of this season. I hope you're enjoying this finale and without further ado, let's get into the story. Until next time.

SYNOPSIS: The gang decides to go to the way the had chosen, through a dangerous defile where they will be unprotected and more vulnerable. Twelve people, including humans, Sides and ghouls, are going to enter it, but they are all very conscious that not all of these 12 will probably make it to the other side... alive.

WARNINGS: Death of a character, therefore lots of angst; romantic moments between Thomas and Nico.

EPISODE INDEX

[Roman’s voice is heard narrating as flashback scenes from the previous episode are shown]

ROMAN: After the tough experience in the Core, we finally were ready to enter the Cave of Doom. However before we could do that, we had to convince Vertigo that it would be safe to enter, as he tried everything he could to delay us, including inducing a state of vertigo into Nico, who got really sick, all because he feared that as soon as we opened the door, he would turn back into Paranoia’s puppet. We finally convinced him that wouldn’t be the case and so we entered the cave. But when we were in our way, we suddenly encountered a rock slide that blocked our way. Virgil told us that there were two alternate routes. One of them was safe, but so long that it would leave us with a very little margin of time to rescue Dillon once we got to the castle. The other route was faster, but much more dangerous as it involved crossing a defile surrounded by two deep pits where we would be almost defenseless against an ambush. We decided to make a choice democratically, and so everyone of us voted which way we wanted to go. But still, there was a tie in the voting, so Nico proposed to draw the result, as there was an equal number of ballots for each option. And so, he picked one of the ballots and he ultimately chose Remus’ ballot, where he voted for going to the defile. How we knew it was Remus’ ballot if the votes were secret? Well, who else would have drawn that obscenity in the ballot just to piss us. No, don’t ask me, I won’t show you that drawing, not even on flashback. The point is that Lady Luck had decided that we should go through the defile, and so we headed our way in that direction.

[intro sequence]

[Thomas and his friends keep walking down the gallery Virgil is guiding them through]

THOMAS: So far, this gallery seems to be quite long, Virgil. Are you sure you didn’t get the long way by mistake?

VIRGIL: Trust me, Thomas. If this way seems long to you, imagine how long the other way was.

THOMAS: … Okay…

[then the gallery slowly goes flat and the walls start getting more far away from each other as they walk]

REJECTION: The gallery is widening. Does that mean that…?

VIRGIL: Yes, we’re approaching the defile. Keep your eyes open now, guys.

[finally, they enter a huge cavern. The ground under their feet turns into a defile where only one person fits, and they can’t see the bottom of the pits on both sides of the defile. Far away on the walls, several meters away from the defile, there are holes, or windows, that seem to communicate with galleries behind them]

JANUS: You were quite right, Virgil. This place is perfect for an ambush. They could attack us with all kinds of projectiles from these windows on the walls. I’m not sure if we made the right choice, guys. Going this way seems suicidal to me, we’re too exposed and almost unable to defend ourselves.

THOMAS: Maybe so… but the choice has been made. We can’t turn back now, we wouldn’t arrive in time to save Dillon. We need to cross this defile and hope for the best.

JANUS: Okay, if we’re doing this, Thomas and Nico, you two must walk together. The rest of us will be ahead or behind you, just in case.

VIRGIL: I doubt that would work for anything as the danger comes from the sides not from the front or the back.

JANUS: At least we’ll have the front and the back covered in case they decided to enter the defile by foot. We’ll still be unprotected from the sides, but the front and the back won’t be unprotected anymore.

VIRGIL: Okay, you may have a point.

[the gang places themselves as Janus suggested, from front to back, in order, Virgil, Roman, Remus, Logan, Patton, Thomas, Nico, Ian, Janus, Height, Vertigo and Rejection. Like that, in single file, they enter the defile. They keep their eyes on the windows that surround them from the walls, trying to avoid looking down. However, Thomas starts shaking, until he stops walking altogether]

NICO: Thomas, are you okay?

THOMAS: I can’t walk any further… I thought I could but I just can’t stand heights… It’s too much for me…

HEIGHT: I wish I could turn myself off for a moment, Thomas. But I can’t control myself.

THOMAS: I know, I’m not blaming you. I wish I could be stronger…

PATTON: Kiddo, remember that we already went through this when we were rescuing Chris. Remember when we had to get to the Mind Palace Center the first time, through that path suspended several feet over the labyrinth? Back then, you were able to control your fears. You just gotta do the same now.

THOMAS: Except that this time it’s not that easy, Patton. Last time, I could evade myself, imagine that the pathway wasn’t so high and just keep walking like an automaton… But now I can’t do that, when I have to keep concentrated on the windows and not tripping on this rocky defile at the same time…

JANUS: [yelling] Well, Thomas, you better put yourself together now, cause we’ve got company! Guys, protect yourselves!

[the windows suddenly get filled with hundreds of ghouls, throwing arrows, stones and everything on hand to the team. They just try to evade the attacks the best they can]

IAN: We won’t last much in this situation! If only Chris was here, he would have taken care of them, he’s the best archer among all of us!

VIRGIL: I know, but we didn’t have time to go to Sandersia and fetch him from his fencing training with Roland. Guys, we gotta resist somehow!

ROMAN: Thomas, you could help us! You could bring out that white shield of yours to protect us, remember? Thomas? Are you listening? Thomas!

[but Thomas is completely frozen, almost like catatonic, with a face of huge fear, looking at the pits around him]

REMUS: Did you realize, guys? Nobody among those ghouls is aiming at Thomas. They’re avoiding to attack him on purpose!

LOGAN: That’s logical, considering that if they made him fall into the pit to his death, we would all die and this place would banish. They don’t wanna take that risk. It’s lucky for Thomas, because he seems to be in panic over his fear of heights.

REMUS: Thomas! Wake up, for f*ck’s sake! We need you!

[a scream of pain is heard from behind. They all look behind and see that Rejection has been hit by a stone on the forehead. A stream of blood falls down is hair. Then he stumbles and falls. Vertigo manages to grab him before he falls into the abyss and keeps him suspended over the pit, holding him by one foot. Rejection shakes his head and recovers full consciousness, realizing what has happened]

REJECTION: Oh, no…

VERTIGO: [trying to rise him up] Don’t worry, I got you, I won’t let you fall!

[Rejection looks at the nearest window to them. There’s a ghoul tensing his arrow, pointing at Vertigo’s chest]

REJECTION: But you must, Vertigo! You must let me fall or they’ll kill you!

VERTIGO: What? No! I won’t let you fall!

REJECTION: If you don’t, then we will both perish! You must do it, Vertigo!

HEIGHT: Look out, he’s gonna shoot!

[Rejection shows a face of determination and, with some struggle, starts untying the boot that Vertigo is holding]

VERTIGO: What are you doing!? Don’t do that! You’ll fall!

REJECTION: It has been great being part of this mission, and it was great that at least I got to see you, Vertigo, one of our friends, free from Paranoia. Please, save the others. Do it for me. Farewell…

VERTIGO: [screeching] Rejection, don’t!

[but Rejection finishes untying his boot and slips out of it, falling into the pit. He doesn’t make a sound, and just smiles at Vertigo until he gets lost in the abysmal darkness. Vertigo doesn’t have time to react to the tragedy as the ghoul by the window shoots his arrow. Vertigo protects himself with Rejection’s boot, and the arrow pierces safely in it]

IAN: I can’t believe this is happening…

VIRGIL: There’s no time for mourning! There’s more ghouls every minute! Soon we will all follow Rejection’s destiny if we don’t do something! We need to make Thomas react now!

NICO: Thomas! Thomas!

[but Thomas has a very different face from before. He’s no longer afraid. On the contrary, he’s looking at the place where Rejection fell and his gesture is of pure anger and wrath]

NICO: Guys, something’s wrong with Thomas.

VIRGIL: Oh, no! What happened to Rejection is… I think, out of anger, Thomas’ letting the Dark Master dominate him again! Thomas, fight him!

[but Thomas’ eyes have already turned green and started glowing. He shows his teeth in a grotesque gesture, and he growls with a demonic voice. He points with his finger at the ghoul that shot at Vertigo]

JANUS: [horrified] I know that gesture! Don’t do that!

[Thomas throws a black beam from his finger. It hits the ghoul on the shoulder. He screams in pain and falls back]

JANUS: Thank goodness he didn’t hit him in the chest, or otherwise, that ghoul would be dead, like it happened to Ira! Thomas, calm down!

NICO: Thomas, I know it hurts, and I know you want revenge, but this is not the way! [holding Thomas’ face with both hands and making him look at him] Thomas, look at me! Remember what the Core told us!

[The ferociousness of Thomas’ gesture slowly disappears]

NICO: This is not a battle we can win if we let ourselves loose in hatred. These on the windows are our friends too and don’t know what they’re doing. We need to save them too or everything will have gone to waste. Remember that the only way we can win is with love, not with hate. Put yourself together, Thomas. We need you, the real you, not the dark you.

[Thomas’ eyes turn back to brown and a tear falls down his cheek. He then kisses Nico]

VIRGIL: Thank goodness that he came back to his senses, although our situation is still not any better…

[while Thomas and Nico are kissing a lightning aura surrounds them. Everyone stops to look at the mystic brightness, even the ghouls. The aura gets brighter and brighter, then suddenly gets unleashed as a wave that spreads around at light speed all around the place. The ghouls are hit by the wave and fall down growling, except Height and Vertigo who remain totally unharmed. They stop kissing and look at what has happened, in shock]

THOMAS: What happened here?

NICO: Seems we unleashed our special weapon by accident, the one we were reserving for the Paladin. [smirks] It’s not my fault that you make me feel such strong emotions just with your kissing, Thomas.

THOMAS: [smirks back] Look who’s talking.

[ghouls on the windows start rising up slowly]

GHOUL #1: What has happened?

GHOUL #2: I… I’m free? I’m free at last?

GHOUL #3: We’re free from Paranoia! Free at last!

VIRGIL: Oh, wow, didn’t expect this to happen…

HEIGHT: Guys, are you okay!? You’re really free!?

GHOUL #2: I think so, Height! We’re so sorry, we couldn’t control ourselves!

[the ghoul that was shot by Thomas rises up. He has tears in his eyes, not of pain but of guilt]

SHOT GHOUL: I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry… It was my fault that Rejection…

VERTIGO: [with tears in his eyes] It’s not your fault. You were just being controlled like everyone else. It’s the Paladin who’s to blame and we’ll make him pay for this. I only wish Rejection was here to see his wish of seeing you all free come true.

THOMAS: And I’m sorry for shooting at you. I wasn’t myself either.

GHOUL #3: We’ll tend his wounds and go somewhere safe to gain strength, but don’t worry, we’ll be there to help you when the final battle unleashes. You guys, be careful now.

VIRGIL: Take care, guys. Thank you.

[the ghouls retreat and everything would have been silent, if it wasn’t for the sound of faint hurtful whining that startled them all. They all looked at the source of this sound. Patton was there, lying down in pain]

THOMAS: Patton! What’s wrong with you!? Did they hit you before…?

[Patton rises his face, his cheeks are full of tears and he has a grimace of pure pain, but still he manages to smile]

PATTON: It’s… it’s okay, kiddos… don’t worry…

LOGAN: [scared] No, it’s not okay, Patton! What is happening to you!

PATTON: It’s just that… your true love is so pure and so strong… and it all was unleashed so suddenly… that I got heavily overloaded. Aw, it hurts… but it will pass… although I don’t know if I could take it a second time…

THOMAS: Oh, dear, we’re so sorry, Patton.

PATTON: Don’t be… this is what had to be done, and so many ghouls got free from the spell, it can only count as a blessing. This is just my fault, because I’m not good enough to store your feelings, that’s all. You’ve got so much love to give, it was already difficult for me to hold it all, and now that I have to deal with love enough for two, it’s just impossible for me to hold it all together. I need to train to be better and I’m only sorry I didn’t do it earlier.

THOMAS: Don’t speak like that, you’re doing your best, just like anyone of us.

[Patton rises up, his grimace has softened up a little]

PATTON: Yes, but this is not the first time this has happened, I should have prepared myself in advance. My bad. But it was mandatory to use that attack this time, so do not hesitate in using it if need be. It will be better than the alternative of letting the Dark Master on the loose again.

NICO: Still, if this attack has so devastating effects on you, we mustn’t use it lightly anymore. Thomas, I think we must reserve it to attack the Paladin and only the Paladin. The rest of the way, we’ll have to count on our own regular strength, for Patton’s sake.

THOMAS: You’re right. We’re not void of resources. Until we get there, we’ll avoid that attack.

PATTON: Don’t worry about me, kiddos. I’m in pain, but I’m fine. I can cope, eventually.

THOMAS: There’s no need for you to cope to such strong pain unless it’s absolutely necessary. Don’t worry, Patton.

PATTON: As you wish kiddos. I’m feeling fine already, so we should get moving.

[they all start walking, but after a couple steps they look back. Vertigo is on his knees, looking at the boot with the arrow and at the pit]

VIRGIL: Vertigo…

VERTIGO: He sacrificed himself… for me… After how much of a coward I was earlier, he sacrificed himself for me. Why? I didn’t deserve it…

HEIGHT: Hey, my love, we need to keep going. Remember what Rejection told you before… that he counted on us to save our friends. He counted on you too, Vertigo, so put yourself together and make him proud, okay?

[Height kisses Vertigo in the cheek. Vertigo just shows a bittersweet smile and nods, then he stands up and throws the boot to the pit]

VERTIGO: Farewell, my friend. I swear your sacrifice won’t be in vain.

[they look at the pit for a couple of seconds, then they start walking]

NICO: How are you feeling now, Thomas?

THOMAS: I’m feeling okay. I’m so overwhelmed by all that has just happened that there’s simply no room in my brain for stupid phobias anymore. I’ll have time to feel the fear later when this is all over. Now I just need to keep on walking.

NICO: Okay…

THOMAS: But how are you feeling, Nico? This is the first time you have been witness of something like this in my Mind Palace. Are you okay?

NICO: I’m not gonna deny it, it’s taken a toll on me. But I can cope. It’s never easy to see someone die like this in front of your own eyes and not being able to do anything about it. But I’ll survive, I guess…

THOMAS: Again, I’m sorry I’m making you go through this. I feel so guilty…

NICO: And again, I’m telling you I’ll go with you to the end of the world. You’re no longer having to go through this kind of bad experiences on your own. Capiche?

THOMAS: Capiche…

[after some time walking through the defile, they reach the other side, which ends in a wider gallery]

IAN: Gosh, it feels so great to be able to walk again without the fear of falling, even if we’re surrounded again by walls up and down, left and right.

VIRGIL: Yep, and the best is this means we’re getting closer to the castle, guys. The battle is far from over, but we’re not far from starting it anymore.

REMUS: Roman, can I talk to you in private?

ROMAN: What? Now?

REMUS: It’s important.

ROMAN: Okay. Guys, go ahead, we’ll catch you in a minute.

VIRGIL: We can’t spread out, guys. Remember the illusions are not over, even if we’ve passed that defile. We’ll wait for you here a few steps away so you can talk, but be quick, please.

ROMAN: Okay…

[the rest of the gang moves away a few steps, while Roman and Remus get closer to the gate to the defile they left behind]

ROMAN: Well, what is it?

REMUS: This is killing me inside… and I needed to level with you.

ROMAN: About what?

REMUS: Well…

ROMAN: Remus, what did you do? Speak now, please, we don’t have much time.

REMUS: I feel guilty over Rejection’s death. It’s my fault.

ROMAN: What do you mean it’s your fault?

REMUS: Had I not put that ballot in the hat, we would have gone the other way and Rejection would be alive now.

ROMAN: Remus, we talked about this. Remember? It was luck which decided that your ballot was the chosen one to decide which way to go. It’s not your fault as you had your right to cast your vote however you wanted. No one’s blaming you. It is a group choice, remember?

REMUS: No it wasn’t, that’s what I was trying to tell you. It wasn’t luck what decided the way.

ROMAN: What? What do you mean? [realization] Wait a minute… you’re not gonna tell me that…

REMUS: I rigged the draw. I replaced all the ballots in the hat with copies of my own ballot.

ROMAN: [yelling] WHAT!? Why did you do that!?

REMUS: Because I feared for Dillon’s life! He… he’s my nephew, Roman. I was afraid that if we went through the longest route, we wouldn’t arrive in time to save him. I didn’t take into consideration your safety and worried only about Dillon’s. I beg you to forgive me, Roman.

[Roman just looks at Remus, then sighs]

ROMAN: Remus… Why do you always have to do anything you want without fair warning… I… it’s not to me to whom you have to apologize, you know? Besides, I’m no one to judge you when I have rigged so many votings in that same hat in the past. I would be a hypocrite if I criticized you for that… but you’re right. When you rigged the draw you put on your shoulders the responsibility of everything that happened, including Rejection’s death.

JANUS: May I speak before you come to conclusions, Roman?

REMUS: You were listening?

JANUS: Hard not to, you both were shouting and we weren’t too far away. Everyone has heard you.

[everyone is looking at Remus with faces of disappointment]

JANUS: Guys, before you start judging him, let me speak. The draw was fair and clean.

REMUS: What?

JANUS: Did you think I wouldn’t know what you were trying to do, Remus? I know you. I know you always show that glance of mischievousness when you’re planning on doing something in covert and I saw how you looked at the hat, so I guessed your plan all along… and replaced back all the ballots as they were just a second after you replaced them. It was only luck that it was precisely your ballot what was chosen.

REMUS: Seriously?

JANUS: Yep, though it was good that you mortified yourself over what happened for a few minutes. I doubt that it would teach you a lesson, you’re Remus after all, but at least you got time to reflect on your actions for a change.

HEIGHT: [angry] Well, the draw may have been fair, but that doesn’t change the fact that he actively tried to rig it! He still has some blame of what happened in my eyes!

JANUS: Before we go on casting blames, may I remind you that it was you and Rejection who started all of this in the first place, when you kidnapped Chris? It’s not like your hands are clean to give lessons about morality.

[Height gets in silence with a face of guilt, but still showing anger]

JANUS: And none of our hands are clean, for the record. There’s not a single innocent person in this room… or gallery. We will all always have something to be blamed for, even if it’s ourselves who put the blame on ourselves. We could go on with this debate as long as you want, but I think it would be better if we just move on, because Remus was right in one thing. Dillon is running out of time and we can’t waste it.

REMUS: Janus!

JANUS: What?

REMUS: Thank you for defending me, and for doing the right thing in my place… but I need to say something.

JANUS: Okay, sorry, go ahead.

REMUS: It’s true that I tried to rig the voting. It was a decision I made on the fly, like most of mine. And I want to apologize for that. I consciously put all of our lives in danger and one of us lost his. Even if Janus fixed it, that’s no excuse for me because I’m still guilty in the grade of tentative. So, I’m sorry. I know my apologies won’t bring Rejection back and I’ll understand if, when this is all over, you just want me to return to my room and never come back. I’ll accept it. I’m used to loneliness, anyway.

[the group looks at Remus in silence, before Thomas speaks]

THOMAS: Remus, what you did was serious, very serious. Had Janus not fixed it, Rejection’s death would have been your entire fault. I hope you are conscious of that. If we did the voting and then the draw was precisely to avoid this, to not put on someone’s shoulders all the weight of what eventually ended happening. And you disregarded that good intention to name yourself the only one capable to decide in the name of the whole group. You tried to impose your opinion over the majority, and that’s something I won’t tolerate to happen as long as I’m the owner of this Mind Palace.

REMUS: You’re right, and I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say.

THOMAS: [beat] On the other hand, I know your intentions were good. We are all really worried about Dillon. We try to do what’s best for him, and I can only understand that the fear over his security can blur our reason. And besides, Janus fixed it and in the end it was luck, as intended, what decided our destinies anyway. I can’t speak for the whole group, but on my part, if you promise that you won’t do something like this again, I’m willing to forgive you.

REMUS: Thank you, Thomas. If it serves for something, I won’t put your lives in danger like this ever again. I promise.

THOMAS: What do you say, guys?

[one by one, the Sides and Nico nod in agreement with Thomas. Height, however, remains silent]

THOMAS: Height?

HEIGHT: It’s that easy? Just putting a pouty face and whining “sorry” fixes everything with the Sides? Rejection is dead! Your apologies won’t bring him back to life!

REMUS: I understand.

HEIGHT: [yelling] And don’t act all innocent now, for f*ck’s sake! Don’t act as if you were the victim, because you weren’t! You are a danger for everyone around you, and I don’t want to have anything to do with you! I…

VIRGIL: Height!

[Height looks at Virgil, in anger]

VIRGIL: Remus didn’t kill Rejection. You have a right to be angry, but in the end he didn’t kill him. It was something that could have happened to anyone of us from the moment we set a foot on this cave, and you all knew it. If it happened before or after a voting or a draw is irrelevant. We all know the risks we are taking. Rejection knew them too. The draw eventually was fair, so no matter what, the choice of following that route is still a group choice and that wasn’t changed. I know you’re angry, but if you want to be angry at someone, be angry at the Paladin who set the attack in the first place. That’s our common enemy and the one we must face now. We must stay together as a team or we’ll never succeed.

[Height looks at Virgil with the same face of anger]

HEIGHT: I’ll follow your command as always, your majesty. But you can’t ask me to forgive, because it doesn’t come naturally to me to do so. I’ll do as you want and continue our mission, but after it’s over, I don’t want to have anything to do with him, and nothing can change that.

REMUS: You don’t have to worry about that. After our mission is complete, I’ll never return to the Cave of Doom, so you’ll never have to see me again.

HEIGHT: [voice full of hatred and resentment] Finally some good news. I can’t wait for you to be away from my sight and back into your own filthy nest of worms, like the filthy worm you yourself are…

[Remus shows a face of anger that quickly evolves into a ferocious face that makes the others shiver, as it reminds them of the old Remus they faced in the castle]

REMUS: But until then, we must work together. I don’t care if you hate me, ghoul. I never cared about anyone’s opinions about me. [threatening voice, walking towards Height until he’s face to face with him] But if your hatred puts my nephew in danger, I’ll make sure that you have fair reasons to hate me, is that clear?

HEIGHT: How dare you…?

[Remus grabs Height by the neck, and his green tentacles suddenly appear on his back and point menacingly at Height]

REMUS: [yelling at Height] Is that clear!?

ROMAN: Remus!

REMUS: Shut up, Roman! This is between the ghoul and me, so don’t meddle! [beat, then to Height, with low voice]Don’t put my good will to the test, ghoul. I confessed what I had done because I thought the team had the right to know, but don’t ever think that, if you belittle me so lightly, I won’t bite back. As a friend, I can be a very good friend, but if you decide to make an enemy out of me, I can turn your life into a nightmare and the other Sides can attest that I’m saying the truth. I may be friendly now towards my friends and loved ones, and that sentiment is genuine, but don’t get it wrong, ghoul. [low pitch voice, approaching his face to Height’s until their noses almost boop] I’m. Still. A. Dark. Side. The last Dark Side in this f*cking Mind Palace, and I demand some respect. I won’t let anyone trample on my pride, much less someone who isn’t even a Side like you, ghoul. Not anymore! So stay in your lane, respect my boundaries, and you’ll keep your neck intact. And if you do your part of the mission and help rescue my nephew without hindering anything because of your thoughts about me, we’ll both live our lives afterwards away from each other as we both can’t wait to do. But if you don’t, and the mission fails because of you, I’ll make sure you join your friend on the bottom of that pit. Again, is that clear?

HEIGHT: [hateful voice] Crystal clear, Dark Side.

REMUS: [dropping Height’s neck and retracting his tentacles which disappear into his back] Good, because I’m tired of you wasting Dillon’s time in stupid quarrels. It’s time we get moving, and we’ll start moving now! Off we go, everyone! There’s no time to waste!

VIRGIL: [sighs] Remus is right. Let’s go. The Paladin’s castle is not too far already and the time to face him is arriving at last.

[to be concluded, guys, gals and non binary pals]

[the gang are walking down a very steep gallery. Virgil leads the way followed by the Sides and the ghouls. Remus is a couple steps back of the group, in silence. Roman notices this and joins him]

ROMAN: What’s up, brother?

REMUS: What’s up about what, Roman?

ROMAN: You know very well. Are you okay?

REMUS: That doesn’t matter now. Not until we rescue my nephew.

ROMAN: Hey, it’s my son too. And worrying about him doesn’t mean I can’t worry about you any less. There’s room in my heart for all of my family.

[Remus scoffs, trying to pretend he doesn’t care]

ROMAN: You know what, Remus? It’s not very you trying to hide things from us. If I remember correctly, you were always the one who always said whatever he wanted…

REMUS: …whenever it pleased me. I know. And now, it doesn’t please me to talk about the issue, so I don’t talk. It’s just as simple as that.

ROMAN: However I need to talk about it, because I’m worrying about you.

REMUS: You do? Heh… Who would have thought?

ROMAN: That’s not fair, after all we’ve been through. You know I love you and I care about you. You’re my brother.

REMUS: There was a time you wouldn’t even call me brother, and I still remember it crystal clear.

ROMAN: But that time is long gone. Neither you nor I are the same as back then. Which leads me to wonder why did you do that earlier. You reacted like… like your old self, almost. You even scared me for a second.

REMUS: I didn’t attack first. It was him who went hostile in the first place. I just set my boundaries, that’s all.

ROMAN: Setting your boundaries includes death-threatening Height? He was just upset over his loss. I’m sure in time he would have calmed down and apologized.

REMUS: Maybe, or maybe not. We’ll never know, I guess. But it was also that their useless quarreling was holding us back. And Dillon doesn’t have that much time left.

ROMAN: Even so, it was unnecessary to show such an abrupt fit of violence.

REMUS: [mocking voice] Well, I’m sorry, big brother. I promise I’ll apologize to them and that I’ll copy a hundred times in a notebook that “I mustn’t threaten my little fwiends anymore.”

ROMAN: Remus, I’m serious. [sighs] Gosh, why is it that you always spill your thoughts in the most random instances, but when you really need it the most, you just won’t let me get to your heart?

REMUS: Who knows? Perhaps I don’t have a heart. Like I said, I’m still a Dark Side, remember? Perhaps I am just like that, meant to be mean and evil and when I try to blend in with you, I’m just acting against my nature. [shows a face of hurt] That’s what all of you think about me, am I wrong?

ROMAN: Remus, that’s not…

REMUS: Is it not? Then why have I always had the feeling that I don’t fit in with any of you? Why have always had the feeling that, no matter what I do and no matter what I say, I’ll always be an outcast to some degree? I just decided to act like how you all ultimately think I am, that’s all.

ROMAN: It hurts me that you have those ideas about yourself and us. We don’t think about you like that. I don’t think about you like that.

REMUS: It would be so happy-papi-cute to believe you, Roman. But I just can’t.

ROMAN: Perhaps because it’s all in your mind and it’s really you who outcasts yourself from us, because it is you who doesn’t believe to deserve to be with us. And I think I got to the key of this issue. You reacted like that, because Height treated you the way you really think we all would want to treat you. It’s like your biggest fear suddenly came true and you reacted instinctively, am I right?

REMUS: No, I…

ROMAN: Yes, I am right. You can’t fool me. I know you inside out. You were a part of me, remember? Remus, I…

VIRGIL: Guys, we’ve arrived to our destination!

ROMAN: …well, it’s a shame we have to stop this conversation so abruptly, but you can bet that when this is all over, we’re gonna have a brother-to-brother extensive talk, okay?

REMUS: Do as you want, even though I don’t think we’ll get anything useful from it. Now, it’s not the time to talk. The Paladin is waiting.

ROMAN: Yes. The final battle is here at last.

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Fave Yandere Songs

Note: Yandere, obsessive love, etc. songs. I’m trying to add to this more frequently. Be free to suggest more. I love music recommendations.

“Lay All Your Love on Me” by ABBA

“Lovesick” by Aesthetic Perfection

“Breezeblocks” by alt-J

“Obsession” by Animotion

“Do I Wanna Know?” by the Arctic Monkeys

“Ooa hela natten” by Attack

“Halloweenie” by Ashnikko

“Only Man (Rock Remix)” by Audio Bullys

“Stalker’s Tango” by Autoheart

“ Obsesión” by Aventura ft. Judy Santos

“Invisible” by Ayria

“If I Killed Someone for You” by Alec Benjamin

“The Night (I Watched You)” by Razz P. Berry

“Over” by the Birthday Massacre

“Play Dead” by the Birthday Massacre

“Surrender” by the Birthday Massacre

“Queen of Hearts” by the Birthday Massacre

“Violently Happy” by Björk

“Let Me in” by Blackbriar

“An Unhealthy Obsession” by Blake Robin Synthetic Orchestra

“One Way or Another” by Blondie

“Hatefuck” by the Bravery

“Diary of Jane” by Breaking Benjamin

“It’s Just Forever” by Cage the Elephant

“Violent” by carolesdaughter (Added 1/9/2023.)

“I’m Your Man” by Leonard Cohen

“This Maniac’s in Love with You” by Alice Cooper

“Born to Make You Happy” by Billy Cullum

“Ready or Not Here I Come (Can’t Hide from Love)” by the Delfonics

“Take Her from You” by Dev

“Get away with Murder” by the Difference

“Bleed for Me” by Digital Daggers

“Devil within” by Digital Daggers

“Bunny Boy” by Nicole Dollanganger

“Flowers of Flesh and Blood” by Nicole Dollanganger

“Happy Together” by Filter

“Howl” by Florence + the Machine

“Choking on Flowers” by Fox Academy

“Lady Spider” by Freezepop

“Paparazzi” by Lady Gaga

“#1 Crush” by Garbage

“I Touch Myself” by Genitorturers

“My Bloody Valentine” by Good Charlotte

“Don’t Worry, We’ll Be Watching You” by Gotye

“Obsessive” by Groundbreaking

“Him & I (Solo Version)” by Halsey

“Our Love Is God” from Heathers: The Musical

“Meant to Be Yours” from Heathers: The Musical

“F*ck U Betta” by Neon Hitch

“Every Breath You Take” by Chase Holfelder

“Another Way out” by Hollywood Undead

“cut me open” by horrormovies ft. KANEDA7

“Cupid” by Hurts

“Vivica” by Jack *ff Jill

“THINK ABOUT ME” by KANEDA7

“Hello” by Karmin

“Hook’d” by KIRA

“I Was Made for Lovin’ You” by KISS

“Destroy Me” by Mr. Kitty (Added 6/28/2023.)

“Need” by Kordhell

“rip out ur gutz” by korpsebunny

“Girlfriend” by Avril Lavigne

“Captive” by Lay Your Ghost

“You Are the Only One” by Sergey Lazarev

“You Will Be Mine” by Lenka

“Honestly” by Lil Peep (Added 5/3/2023.)

“Eat You Alive” by Limp Bizkit

“Want U Back” by Cher Lloyd

“I Will Follow Him” by Peggy March

“Toy Soldiers” by Marianas Trench

“High School Sweethearts” by Melanie Martinez

“Tag, You’re It” by Melanie Martinez

“Bottom” by McCafferty

“Monster” by Meg & Dia

“Can’t Get You Out of My Head” by Kylie Minogue

“F*ck U Betta” by Mister Chase

“You Oughta Know” by Alanis Morrissette

“Heart Heart Head” by Meg Myers

“Die, My Darling” by Metallica (Added 4/18/2023.)

“Now That We’re Dead” by Metallica

“Scary Love” by the Neighbourhood

“In the Next Room” by Neon Trees

“Dangerous Heart” by Night Club

“Psychosuperlover” by Night Club

“Closer” by Nine Inch Nails (Added 12/21/2023.)

“Coming after You” by Owl City

“Deer in the Headlights” by Owl City

“crushcrushcrush” by Paramore

“Pet” by A Perfect Circle

“There Will Be Blood”

“Make Me Wanna Die” by the Pretty Reckless

“Shuck” by Purity Ring

“All I Want Is You” by Rebzyyx ft. hoshie star

“Only Girl (In the World)” by Rihanna

“Somebody’s Watching Me” by Rockwell

“Tigerlily” by La Roux

“Europe Skies” by Alexander Rybak

“The Wolf” by SIAMÉS

“So Scary” by Siiickbrain (Added 6/28/2023.)

“Batshit” by SOFI TUKKER

“Radar” by Britney Spears

“Better Than Revenge” by Taylor Swift

“Blank Space” by Taylor Swift

“Kill Bill” by SZA (Added 1/3/2023.)

“Hide and Seek” by Johnny T

“New Person, Same Old Mistakes” by Tame Impala

“Fly on the Wall” by t.A.T.u

“Coffee Girl” by Temposhark

“Altar” by That Poppy

“One Way or Another” by Until the Ribbon Breaks

“Give Me Love” by the Used

“Follow” by Pernille Vallentin

“Ex-Lover’s Lover” by Voltaire

“Violet!” by Waterparks

“My Love Will Never Die” by Claire Wyndham

#yandere #playlist #yandere playlist #play list #horror #minors do not interact #N/SFW #N*SFW #smut #k*nk #male yandere #female yandere #stalker with a crush #yanderes #yan #dere #hybristophilia #hybristo

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morganbelarus · 5 years

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5 Texts Guys Need To Stop Sending Betches

If anyone remembers me from what I consider my glory days of writing at Betches (circa 2014-2015), then you know that my forte was shading f*ckboys I was involved with (only, we didn’t call them f*ckboys back then—we just called them guys). Look, I hate men as much as any straight woman who pays attention to the news in 2019, but the one upside of dealing with them is that it brought me semi-viral hits such as “A Strongly Worded Letter To Guys Who Invite Me Over To Watch A Movie” and “How To Initiate Conversation On Dating Apps Without Sounding Like A Creep”. Well, I’m happy (read: dismayed) to announce that after a brief dip back into the dating pool, I have emerged with more ammo with which to semi-anonymously roast the parade of clowns I have recently let into my pants, otherwise known as my roster. If you don’t like it, well that’s too f*cking bad, Tyler. (Just kidding—nobody shaded here is named Tyler. I told you, I do this semi-anonymously.)

Anyway, in my very brief experience entertaining the idea that #notallmen are terrible, I’ve been on the receiving end of some truly astounding texts. And I’m not talking about the obvious kind, either. I don’t mean the gross sexually explicit stuff, or even “u up?”. We’re past that. That stuff is a no-brainer. We know those texts are bad. I’m talking about the insidious texts, the texts that seem sweet, until you examine it from underneath, like you would flip up a smooth-looking rock you see on the ground, and reveal all the teeming laziness and entitlement and general grossness underneath.

Shall we?

“I Wanna See You”

I’m just going to cut right to the chase here, with the text that inspired this article. On the surface, this text seems cute. “Aw!” you think. “He wants to see me!” you think. “He’s clearly thinking about me!” you think. Wrong. Wrong on all accounts. See, here’s why this text is complete and total bullsh*t: because it’s not actually true. Why? It’s simple. If you want to see someone, and you’re texting that person, then you’re literally a few characters removed from actually seeing them. This would be like, if I went up to the cashier at the grocery store and told him I was hungry. It’s like, so??? Are you gonna do anything about it or nah? If you wanna see me, then f*cking try to see me. This is a problem that could very easily be remedied. But since he’s not actually trying to remedy this problem, he doesn’t really give a sh*t about seeing you. What he wants is for you to take this very lazy attempt at a booty call, pick up the ball, throw it back at him and set up plans, and boom! He’s incepted you into asking him out on a date. If I wanted to do that, I’d have done it in the first place. Bottom line is if you want to see me, ask me out. If you don’t, let me live my life.

“I Miss You”

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Unless you’re talking to your ex and are in the midst of having a conversation about possibly getting back together, I do not wanna see this sh*t. “I miss you” is just a more emotionally manipulative “I wanna see you.” Oh, you miss me? You miss me so much that all you’re doing about it is sending me a half-assed text after 9pm? No matter what time of day you receive this, don’t fall for it. Again, if this person really missed you for as long as they’re claiming, why is this the first you’re hearing of it? Because it’s not true. Even if it’s not 9pm, it’s still some low-effort manipulation. And I mean low-effort! If you’re going to manipulate me, at least put some thought into it—kidding. Totally kidding. Do not do that. And while you’re at it, do me a favor and f*ck all the way off with this nonsense.

Just My Name

If I get a text that just says “Sara” (yes, that’s my name, no, it’s not Olivia—it’s called a pun, people), I will possibly throw my phone into the nearest river. Which means I’m gonna have to trek all the way out to the East River, and now you’ve just massively inconvenienced me, so I’ll be extra mad. But back to reality and not the hypothetical scenario I just made up about chucking my phone into a body of water. This text is, you guessed it, complete nonsense. Why are you texting me simply my name? I know it already. I’ve known it my whole life! And what the hell am I supposed to do with this? Do I text you back your name? And then suddenly we’re playing a game of Thumper? No thanks, I’ll just take the shot. Any guy who sends this text, can you please elaborate in the comments what you are hoping to get out of it? Well, I mean, I know what you’re hoping to get out of it: no-effort sex. But still, please explain yourselves how exactly we are meant to get from point A to point Z.

“Hey Stranger”

It’s getting warm out, so please remember to wear sunscreen, stay hydrated, and ignore “hey stranger” texts.

— Betches (@betchesluvthis) June 6, 2019

I will give the men one small concession here and admit that this text is crappy and it is gender neutral. Everybody, we have got to retire the “hey stranger” text. I’m not going to come out here and tell you not to try to rekindle things with your former FWB who you kinda have feelings for and now just want to hook up so you can get it in without having to download an app to find new d*ck or up your body count (what? who, me? never). I’m just saying, be a little less cliche about it. Honestly, I think even a “u up?” is better in this instance. It’s not cute to be like “hey person I stopped talking to completely but am now crawling back to, are you over me yet?”. I think if you’re gonna do something, do it 100%. If you’re going to booty call someone who used to like you and whom you then ghosted, be upfront with your intentions.

“How’s Your Day?”

I mean, look. If this is during the weekday, then my day is hovering anywhere between kind of crappy and just fine. I have an office job! My job is cool, that’s for sure, but there’s not a huge emotional range there in my day-to-day activities. And if there were, I wouldn’t tell someone I’m casually getting myself acquainted with. Like, what do you want me to do, admit to you that I cried in the first bathroom stall on the left? No, I think that would be a buzzkill. So what am I supposed to say to this? “Good, and you?” “Good.” Cool. Great conversation. Truly riveting stuff. If you want to inquire about my future plans, why not ask if I’m doing anything fun tonight/tomorrow/this weekend? Then, that is a very easy segue into inserting yourself into said plans. See what I did there? I just did all the work for you in asking me out—which is the exact scenario I was hoping to avoid. Damn it.

If you’re discerning, then you’re probably not a guy reading this you’ve likely picked up on one big overarching theme, which is that women don’t want to receive texts that are full of just dumb, empty sentiments. We are not stupid. We are fully aware that actions speak louder than words, and are also way more difficult than just saying the first vaguely nice-sounding thing that pops into your head. That’s why they hold weight. If you’re not going to back up your texts with any tangible movements, then please don’t say anything at all.

Images: betchesluvthis / Twitter; supervillain909 / Instagram

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Olivia O’Brien: All about her music

Hi everyone!

Do you remember the “I hate u, love you” song by Gnash that became really popular in 2017? Did you know that the featured artist, and original author, in this track was a 16-year-old girl who had previously covered one of Gnash’s songs on SoundCloud? Her name is Olivia O’Brien and today we are going to explore her career as a singer and songwriter while analyzing how has her perception of life and love changed through the years.

The Single “Trust Issues” is her first solo single. This song talks about how she is not able to maintain a relationship because of her own doubts about people, she can’t help distrusting everyone. She uses the classic phrase “It’s not you it’s just me”, explaining that she can’t let anyone love her due to her fear of betrayal. Olivia states that she has Trust Issues which cannot be solved.

https://open.spotify.com/album/6xiOhG85RasYka2y4CNMAU?si=abGtTm3XRgWCsTPWzX2sRw

Let’s not forget, that she uploaded the demo version of “hate u love u” on Soundcloud during 2016. The previously mentioned single, later officially recorded with much better sound quality and some little fixes here and there, talks about how Olivia is very close to a guy who’s she’s in love with. The issue here (because there’s always a problem) is that he doesn’t love her back, cause he’s in love with another girl. In this song, the american songwriter expresses sadness and impotence for not being able to “be her”, the one he loves, while blaming him for not noticing her. As well, she’s aware that thinking about him is not healthy, but she just can’t stop. Olivia loves him and hates him at the same time... Yeah, those feelings are relatable to almost everyone.

https://open.spotify.com/album/0rajxwGsaQ1sqoegXK6gvw?si=7z6RsGG6QpiMTvFb6IPA7w

Now, moving on to her next single “Root Beer FLoat (prod. by Gnash)”, is kinda weird… I mean, if your listen to this song and interpret it literally, your first impression of Olivia would be that she’s flying up in cannabis clouds. Nevertheless, then you'll realize that she’s actually describing how it’s like to get faded and live a crazy life full of “fun”. We’ll see later how her perception of debauchery later changes.

https://open.spotify.com/album/4P0lFGK6UFLojxEzh6DqBM?si=xEJar-V6RTW2gfITcp-YyQ

Her next song is “Find what you’re looking for”, which is such an empowering single. It talks about how Olivia grew tired of loving to a boy who doesn’t really cares about her but asks her to stay because he doesn't want to be lonely. In other words, she regrets staying for so long when she knew that everything was a lie and finally says goodbye giving her best wishes to her ex. Also she portrays one of the most common situations now a day: girls and boys being rebellious and trying to look cool when they are actually trying to fill that void inside of them. Basically, she realizes that she’s more precious than a boy who’s using her as a toy.

Sorry, I couldn’t find the cover in better definition :c

https://open.spotify.com/album/09bMRl0m2qgtMT6QzOP4pd?si=MStFQ2aTTL2IIr3fDWZ7mw

In 2017, Olivia finally released her first EP called “It’s not that deep”! And let me tell you that this album is perfect for those times when you stop believing in love. *insert sad melody*

https://open.spotify.com/album/5XFhtk8Svc1NWYYgrkZjpI?si=vdWve4YTRlSKJlyYEDNxJw

The opening song, “Tequilawine”, is inspired by a party where she got drunk by pouring tequila into a half empty wine bottle and chugged it. Really poetic, Olivia. Nonetheless, the song itself expresses the reason behind this reckless behavior: She wants a guy who played with her before but she doesn’t want to expose herself that easily, as a result, she's “Mixing this drinks until he’s out of focus” so that she won’t even notice him.

The second song is “F*ck Feelings” where, as the title says, she condemns feelings because of her confusion at trying to figure out if her crush feels something for her when she has already fallen for him. Although, because she knows that she’s isn’t able to handle him turning her down, she tries to keep a distance which becomes impossible due to her love towards that boy. I know, this sounds like a tongue twister: another reason to hate how complicated feelings are.

Moving on to “Empty”, this song is really, really deep, so I would recommend you to move on to the next paragraph if you are a sensible person. This song is more about personal feelings and struggles, conversely to the previous songs. According to Olivia, it was really difficult to write this song because it let the world know that she’s vulnerable and can get easily sad. Basically, the song portrays how feeling empty is like: you feel like you don’t have anymore reasons to live and you just wanna throw yourself away; you can’t control your auto destructive behavior and just let yourself drown in alcohol and drugs; you can’t see the point in living but you’re just too afraid to die; and even if you are trying to do your best to fix yourself, you keep making everything worse, so eventually you just give up and wait for the inevitable. It’s really hard to portray this kind of emotions in a single song and it’s even harder to share it with the world: one of the reasons why I admire Olivia O’Brien, she has been even deeper that rock bottom and managed to return to the surface.

Now, let’s shake off all the sad vibes and move on to another empowering song! Its name is “R.I.P” and it means so much to me because it helped me to overcome a difficult moment in my live. It let me know that it’s okay to miss the good ol’ times even if they are not coming back, but eventually, you have to bury that memory and move on, be strong enough to “not answer that sh*t” because it doesn't matter anymore. So, R.I.P in a nutshell: One of Olvia’s closest friend or perhaps boyfriend has drastically changed, he became just like the people they hated; as a result, she’s leaving his memory six feet under, knowing that it won’t come back and it’s better to get over it.

The last single of “It’s not that deep” is ..... “No love”! We can chill a bit because this song is not that personal: get some snacks and drinks an enjoy a break from deep feelings. Olivia realized that people in the music industry are just fake. They give fake love in order to get credit, fame and contacts, and once they achieve their goal, they just stab you in the back. Yeah, just like high school but the students are famous and extremely rich. So, as an evidence of how this situation annoys Olivia, she wrote this song as a way to low-key expose them and show what really happens in L.A.

Spoiler Alert: This is just the beginning of a rivalry between Oliva and the music industry.

Finally, her next Album “Was It Even Real?” will be released on April 26th, 2019; although she has already shared 4 singles that will be included in this album.

Note: Today, 31/03/19, Olivia realeased the 5th single “Just Friends”, nevertheless, it wont be included in this analysis :c

We’ll start with “UDK”, this song is about people who start hating, judging and talking about people who they don’t know (UDK is the abbreviation for You don’t know). She explains that nowadays everyone believes whatever they hear without any proof. Unfortunately, what she says is amazingly accurate, and I’m a 99.9% sure that you been through the same problem at least once in your life.

https://open.spotify.com/album/1htk6Vanc9Gl494tL0V3iB?si=Fw2DCgULRr-Nx_-KvLGvgQ

The next song, “I don’t exist”, is also one of my favorites. It was born as a result of one of Olivia’s therapeutic writing sessions where she lets all of her feelings out of her head. This track describes how there are times when you feel so empty and depressed that it gives you a sense of not being anywhere. During these times you don’t find your life interesting and just wanna go back to when everything was brighter. And, even if you try everything to feel excited and happy again, it never lasts: it’s difficult to know if you are real when you can’t feel anything. Nonetheless, it's important to recall that you are your own salvation: the change begins with yourself and only you have the power to decide how are you gonna get out of the situation. Fortunately, this amazing songwriter has also given some advices to her fans through social media in cased they feel identified with the struggles she mentions in her music.

Fun Fact: This song is also inspired by her experiences at the music industry. What’s your opinion about L.A now?

https://open.spotify.com/album/0VEtZgtg2Uk4CvT37cFgBx?si=SFJLmCWfRJ6MBEE1scfseQ

The third track is “Care Less More”. It perfectly describes a relationship where two people frequent each other in order to fill up the gap left by their ex-lovers. Nevertheless, they are unsure, so they keep telling themselves that they don’t feel anything for each other while playing “this game of who can care less more”. Moreover, if you pay attention to the last part of the song, you can realize that Olivia is subliminally suggesting that the boy is actually caring about her. Although, this is just my point of view.

https://open.spotify.com/album/0trfa5BfNcC0Wp5wBy7eHu?si=HykMEpx7Rm66wfcD83HMcg

Finally! Her last track, and probably the most inspiring, “Love Myself” was released this year. After NUMEROUS sad songs, Olivia has found the solution to most of her problems: Just love yourself. During the first Verses, she states that she’s different from everyone else and isn’t even sure of who she is. Conversely, she affirms that it doesn’t matter if you don’t have a solid plan yet, you just have to let all the judgements go and start loving yourself. Olivia realizes that it’s senseless to care about what will people say because they are gonna talk anyways. So... why don’t just be yourself? In addition, she affirms that in order to truly love someone, you have to love yourself, otherwise, you will lose yourself.

https://open.spotify.com/album/4gg4tspg0MgBXY4SF2DhTb?si=MODP70auRNKgQevS7_Jlvw

To sum up, Olivia O’Brien is an extraordinary songwriter with so much to share to the world despite her age. Her music is basically focused on personal struggles and it’s main purpose is to let her fans know that it’s okay to feel that way and that she has actually been through that; nevertheless, you will eventually get over it and move on. Also, I can assure you that hearing to these songs when you are feeling down will help you to clarify your feelings and get a better perception of your situation; and later or sooner. you will find a solution to everything.

We have to survive the storm in orden to find the clarity, we have to fall before we get up and we have to make mistakes in order to learn.

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"JOSH, WHAT THE F U C K DID YOU DO?! WHAT DID YOU F U C K I N G DO?!". The way Brandon’s voice carried through his mind made it feel like he was standing in the apartment, hollering with panicked shock as he’d been the night in the motel room but as the twenty seven year old lit up a Marlboro and opened up his laptop, he reminded himself his mind was echoing the words of a twin brother that’d been six feet under the dirt for the last ten years. This was just another one of them mind-trips he’d become familiar with experiencing after something triggered his guilty-conscious and tonight, it’d been triggered through sticking Tav Bello in the upper arm with a decent enough shot of speedball, the anonymous blackmailing challenge had oddly enough replicated the very secret he was being threatened of exposed on - - with someone who almost played a part in himself or at the very least, been the inspiration and well aware of the truth all these years. Inked appendages worked against the laptop, typing in his password then pulling up the pictures. A heavy exhale being made through his nostrils seconds before he’d clicked on the very last picture the Nash Twins ever took together, a picture that only existed because the twins were intentionally hoarding up the bathroom before school to piss off their little sisters. There was nothing more energizingly comical than two girls old enough to depend on a face-full of makeup being locked out of where the make-up was, before school. The smirk that formed on his features was short-lived, the visual reminiscing soon fading from the day in the bathroom with Brandon to the day at the motel, set two days after the house-fire that killed both parents and sisters: the having barely escaped brother successfully getting into contact with the wanted for questioning but couldn’t be found sibling he’d probably should’ve set up instead of agreeing to talk one on one before going to the station. That probably would’ve saved his life, got some justice served to the deserving, .. B u t t…. "Josh, what the f u c k did you do?! WHAT DID YOU F U C K I N G DO?!". "As the older of the twins continued to repeat the same eleven words, he buried his face into the palm of his hands, body now rocking back and forth ever so slightly from the edge of the rippled mattress in an overcome tick. “ I didn’t know you were in the house, B.. I swear.” The words flowed from Josh’s lips in a thick and almost mono-toned fashion, the lack of empathetic remorse was enough to make anyone’s skin crawl; here he was two days after his kid sisters and parents got smore’d in the fire he started, higher than the Colorado rockies and not shedding a single tear. Had Brandon not been blinded by the false sense of immunity his own loyalty reflected, he would’ve seen just how f u c c k i n g emotionally f u c k e d Josh really was; he wasn’t troubled or rebellious, he was goddamn detatched. The red flags had all been there, just nobody bothered to look. In the cold light of day, when Brandon began to rack his memory for any type of significant emotional moment of Josh’s, the only ones that came - -- were when it had to do with his heroin and sometimes, that girl Jackie he was dating. Not when he stomped on a kid’s face in a fight after school and hospitalized him, not when he got arrested any of the several times or even pushed their sister down the steps and broke her arm… When he was almost out of heroin,when he couldn’t find his heroin… When he did a shot of heroin, when he was high off heroin: the only rageful, saddened, cheerful or true content affecting ones. That almost made Brandon puke, “….I can’t believe you f uckin’ did this, what is wrong with you, man?... Our sisters burned to death… Why? Cause you got kicked out, told your heroin couldn’t come in the f u ck ing… “ He stopped, needing to breathe from the pace his words were being delivered. Having fallen silent and half-uninterested in the little breakdown the older was having, Josh had been fiddling with the change in his pocket while leaning his shoulder against the bathroom door-frame, vision steadied on the bottle of dangling from the hold of his left hand. “B shut the f u c k up, had nothing to do with my dope, had to do with that whole family being nothin’ but silver-spoon suckin, bible thumping cunts. Had to do with me hating them all, always in my f u c k’in’ business, pretending to give a shi t, just to talk sh it later to their friends or siblings.. Listen, I needed help and instead of tryin’ themselves, they sent me to a motherf’uckin’ strange dude in a small room.. What parent does that s h I t ? Talk about droppin’ the ball there, love my ass.” He pushed off the wall with the bottom of his Osiris, now heading over to drop on the mattress to the right of his twin, shaking the bottle outward for him to take. “Here, have a few shots with me and just.. Chill a minute then we’ll figure sh it out… Here.” ;His self awareness finally ripped him free of the flashback just for a few seconds, enough for him to take a few drags off the bad habit smoldering to ash in between his finger and to wipe at a few tears formed. “F u c k me, man.” He muttered out loud, a harsh clearing of his throat disrupting the peace and quiet his loft apartment didn’t quiet have enough of. The one night he didn’t want to be alone - he was, wasn’t that some poetic karma served? There was nothing about reliving this night that did anything positive for him, all it did was smack the unhealing wound of bitter truth until it was bloddy and raw. Losing his brother definitely was the hardest thing he’d ever went through and to top that experience off, the responsibility he had on this, over the course of the last ten years almost thrown him off the deep end, finished the family tree. Mainly the reason he usually didn’t interact with many unless the atmosphere involved drugs, booze and music or the conversations were casual and full of pointless topics. These triggered trips down guilt-mountian were hard to climb back to the top from. He had a few more episodes of tug-o-war between self-awareness with the present and his mentality on the past: he re-lived a few bouts of that night, mostly the highlighted parts of their heart-to-heart while Josh pretended to drink from the bottle Brandon’d become almost too eager to and then he reached the ending, one he couldn’t pull out from despite his efforts… The ketamine and liquid morphine that the whiskey’d been spiked with kicked in pretty quickly, their conversations began becoming jumbled, Brandon’s words became less coherant and then he’d become unconscious, nearly falling off the edge of the bed as his upper half inclined forward. “Woah, I got you… “ Josh’s movements were quick and almost graceful as stood up and pushed the other backward against the mattress, now collecting the syringe of 50cc fentynal from his back pocket, “I’m really sorry for this B, man.. I don’t /wanna/ do this sh*t but I mean…” He paused as his fingers uncapped the tip and he searched for protruding enough vein, the one on his upper left arm sufficing. Upon the needle tearing through the sensitive flesh and filling from entering the vein, Josh took a moment to brace himself, “Least you’re gonna be with ‘em.” And that was it, it was over with one quick push of the plunger, the older twin had officially been pushed into a fatal overdose: the first symptom being shown was the nose-bleed and then as the shallow breaths began with heavy rise and falls of his chest, Josh perched on the mattress and pulled his older twin into his lap for a tight embrace, his jaw tightened to suppress the sobs that came with the tears saturating his face and the hem of his shirt. “You’re okay, I got you… It’s okay..” Cheek rested against the now convulsing twin, Josh began small back and forth rocks – having fallen into a what’d be several hour daze. “ I love you, big brother.”

#brandon nash #desperado #activitycheck #hardestday #inPortland #triggerwarnings

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[Onision Clips:

1. I think one of the most important things you can do as a person when you go through a lot of hard things is to just… stop focusing on the negative and sh*t.

2. “Can you make more DDlg videos of you making fun of it?” I would love to. I will most certainly make fun of DDlg.

3. Youtube Adpocalypse really f-ed me up.

4. Full Disclosure, I’m making this video today because none of my other videos are getting monetized.

5. I used Eugenia Cooney

6. Jaclyn Glenn, because she didn’t listen to me, and it’s literally because she didn’t listen to me. Had she listened to me, she would’ve been fine.]

Image of Fair Use Notice and Disclaimer, followed by countdown.

Voiceover: Hello everyone and welcome back to my channel. The Onision Saga continues… apparently. It’s also a reminder, in Ayalla’s words, “Onision psychologically and emotionally abused young women repeatedly. Just in case you forgot”. I’d like to add onto that saying that there are multiple testimonies circulating the internet and this is an issue that, while it has died down, should not be forgotten.

Before I jump in, if there’s anything you think I should cover with regards to Onision or anyone else, please feel free to DM me or leave me a comment below, my social media links are in the description! Also, this video is purely opinion unless otherwise stated. I discourage anyone from going out of their way to bully anyone in my video (but there’s a difference between being a bully and criticizing another person) All right, let’s get started.

If you’re unfamiliar with Onision, I have several videos you can view to catch up that have more backstory. On January 23rd, 2019, Onision released a video on his OnisionSpeaks channel titled “I need to be a better dad and husband” where it sat at about 4k views, and it now sits on almost 20k. Here’s the problem with that. He made the video with a title knowing it would trigger a response but only dedicated the last few minutes to actually talking about how a comment about him being an unattentive father hurt his feelings.

[Onision Clip: Somebody made a comment that really hurt my feelings. “Onision spending all day making videos” which I’ve been doing for a very long time, “So he can get paid $10 a video instead of spending time with his family.” That’s what they said. And that still hurts my feelings even now.]

Voiceover: The rest of the time he talks about how he’s never going to talk about Eugenia again because he doesn’t want to be a bottom feeder, going into detail about how using youtubers’ names in the title is what gets clicks and money.

[Dirty Dan clip of Onision: “I stated before I wasn’t going to make videos about this topic” all of Onision’s videos about Eugenia are being placed over the clip of him. “I stated before I wasn’t going to make videos about this topic.” Followed by screenshots of the dates in which he has since posted videos on Eugenia. Feb. 10th, 12th, 13th, 14th, 15th, 16th]

Voiceover: This isn’t the first time Onision has failed to follow through on his word, especially regarding Eugenia Cooney despite being asked not to talk about her.

Let me pause for a moment. I am so proud of her for getting help, it’s a very hard thing to do and I have the utmost confidence in her recovery. Recovery is a hot mess.

Back to the topic on hand, he’s also done the same thing with Jaclyn Glenn and Shane Dawson. Onision kinda reminds me of Jax Taylor from Vanderpump Rules, serial cheater, liar, manipulator, narcissist.

[Clips of Jax Taylor on Vanderpump Rules:

1. You know, if there was a rumor that Brittany and I broke up… well, maybe I was the one that started that rumor. I’m definitely allowed to flirt.

2. Jax: I never cheated. Sandoval: How can you ever trust someone like that?

3. I did go to Vegas and have relations with someone else.

4. Kristen: Jax is still the same piece of sh*t liar that he always has been.

5. Brittany: You lied to me. Jax: I didn’t mean to lie, but you understand why I did it. I didn’t wanna make a scene, like right in the middle of the comedy show.]

Voiceover: In his video titled “I need to be a better dad and husband”, he attempts to manipulate the viewer with phrases like, [Onision clip: “And when I say this, you know it’s true because her name’s not in the title.”] Except it wasn’t true then and it still isn’t now.

[Onision clip: While the Eugenia Cooney videos are about educating others on eating disorders and being healthy, and so forth. They were very educational videos.]

Voiceover: How educational was that cooking show?

When being accused of continuing to make money off of Eugenia, he took to twitter to debunk it but instead lied. I took a screenshot of his tweet and responded on my own account. His tweet reads, “As usual, the rumors are not true. I am not making videos on Eugenia Cooney for money. This is an important topic that needs to be discussed. I have a patreon to help me when my videos do not get monetized. I truly do care about her. As usual, I come with proof.” And he provided a screenshot of his videos on Eugenia Cooney, all of which have been flagged with the yellow icon, but apparently Onision thinks his followers are dumb as a bag of rocks. My response reads, “Let’s get one thing straight. The yellow icon simply means there are limited ads, ergo you’re still making money. And requesting for manual review means you’re trying to get coin. This is easily debunked and really terrible manipulation.”

In another video, he leaks DMs between himself and Jaclyn Glenn, in which he fails to mask his aggression and anger. Does anyone else notice that if Onision doesn’t get attention from someone or can’t use them in his videos, he bashes them relentlessly and makes videos about them anyway.

[Onision clip: Because it doesn’t f-ing matter who’s responsible. You guys are so f-ing stupid… Anyway, and I just wanna express the ‘you guys are so f-ing stupid’. That is an act, it’s a performance. That is me trying to express myself in a way that will impact you. It is not some kind of loss of temper.]

Voiceover: Let’s back up a second. When Eugenia first posted on twitter that she was working with her doctor directly, everyone jumped for joy, but Onision being Onision took advantage of the situation. On January 23rd he said he would stop making videos on her.

Two and a half weeks later, February 10th he posted a video with her name in the title, like the rest of us bottom feeders, titled “You Guys Saved Eugenia”. Let’s not sugar coat this, Eugenia saved herself probably with the help of Jaclyn Glenn and other close friends.

[Onision clip fake crying: Um, thank you guys so much for helping Eugenia Cooney and I am so glad that this might not actually be… the end of her. Thank you so much, bye.]

Voiceover: Oh god, it’s like watching Ashton Kutcher cry on The Ranch, just god awful acting. Another manipulation tactic, superficial sympathy, also known as crocodile tears.

Not only does his acting reek of disingenuous bs, but he brags about all the things he’s done to help Eugenia

[Onision clip: I did so many things. If you guys go through all the videos I made: I contacted the authorities, asking them what I could do. I asked you guys if you knew a family member you could reach out to, get the family members to help. Um, I tried so many things. Tons of research, tons of campaigns and so forth. You don’t wanna see people suffer, you don’t wanna see people struggle like Eugenia was.]

Voiceover: He talks about how he didn’t want to see anyone struggle, however when Jaclyn Glenn first came forward with her video on Social Repose cheating on her, he made a video basically saying I told you so

[Onision clip: I deserve an apology for all of the lies that Jaclyn told about me… or about herself, her relationship. Making me seem like the fraud when I knew I was right.]

Voiceover: And I really wonder how pleased he was when he heard about it. Maybe he’s salty about the fact that she has since found a healthy relationship, with someone who isn’t him.

Onision is incapable of committing to his word, which at this point is as reliable as a plastic spork when you’re eating a steak. No wait, he’s a vegetarian… uh, I don’t know, an eggplant? He further exploits Eugenia for his own personal gain in order to drive traffic to his pathetic forums, which omg have over 600 members, congratulations on a major feat, Greg.

Let’s continue, in his video titled “Eugenia Was Saved by a Youtuber? It wasn’t me”. No one was wondering if it was. He spends the first 6 minutes of it complaining about people calling him a narcissist.

[Onision clip: People were saying it was crocodile tears. They say, uh, narcissist, sociopath, uh, egomaniac, etc. This is all to dehumanize me.]

Voiceover: I mean, change your behavior, and commentary channels might change their opinions.

[Onision clip: This is how you know I’m honest, because I tell you things that no reasonable person would admit.]

Voiceover: Proceeded by things that don’t remotely define honesty. And remember from Greg’s own mouth, it’s easy to fake. I’ve heard a couple people comment that Greg has once said he can make himself cry, on command, so that’s worth noting.

The thing about Greg is when he’s on a mission, he’ll go to any means necessary to achieve his goal, even if that means disrespecting other people, leaking private messages, shaming others, pretty much anything.

This video is essentially him retelling the story of Jaclyn Glenn and Social Repose, pointing all of these mental flaws in others and possible happenings which he thinks are immoral but are perfectly legal, if they happened. In the DMs you see that Onision did not get the answers he wanted from Jaclyn so he built this video projecting all of the blame on literally everyone else.

[Onision clip: I got DMs and I dm-ed Jaclyn Glenn. Uh, of her asking me to shut the f-ck up.

Voiceover: Yeah her asking you to not tweet at her about Eugenia is the same thing as telling him to shut up. When he asked what she put in motion, she answers, “There’s a lot happening and to be totally honest I don’t trust that our convo won’t end up online”. That’s a pretty good judge of character right there.

[Onision clip: I’m a performer. I’m an entertainer.]

Voiceover: You’re a mess, Greg. A mess.

[Onision clip: It’s just a performance. It’s just a creation that I felt you would be entertained by.]

Voiceover: How do we know whether or not him caring so much about Eugenia, making all of these videos about her isn’t purely for entertainment and money.

The rest of that video is essentially Greg contradicting himself and verbally assaulting his camera.

Let me save everyone the pain of having to watch any of his further Eugenia videos, and any of his videos in general.

The ones on Eugenia are clickbait and they’re all made a certain length probably because of the algorithm, which tends to promote longer videos. But rest assured, he doesn’t have any insider information. Or any information on her that isn’t readily available and accessible through a simple, little google search.

In short, well, not really at this point, but in a certain length of time, I personally believe that Onision is incapable of change.

But remember that’s just my opinion, and you are welcome to have your own opinions. Let me know what you think down below. Give me a thumbs up if you like, and subscribe if you’re interested in more of these types of videos. I will catch you guys next time, bye!

-Black screen-

[Onision clip: I have borderline personality disorder. So now we know the problem. So let’s figure this out, let’s conquer this problem and let’s become better people. Right?]

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