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charcubed · 3 years

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Don’t be shy, share the take 👀

Okay, so last night I bitched in a mini tag rant saying how everyone on my dash was reblogging the same post with the same bad take and it was driving me bonkers, and then this anon sent me this message, and since I have now seen the post on my dash yet again, I will answer this ask lol.

Also this is an SPN-related topic so anyone not in SPN fandom can keep it moving lol

Before I say anything else though: I’m not out here trying to be a Fun Killer or whatever. Please note how I habitually stay in my lane and simply do not interact with posts that I do not like on this site. Do me the same courtesy and keep scrolling if you don’t like what I am about to say! I am also not trying to shade any mutuals who may have reblogged content I dislike. So... I’m gonna keep this very general, because it’s a wider topic anyway. And I know I’m not the only person who feels this way, based on private conversations (with long-time fans, too).

2 main points of contention:

-If people want to talk badly about Jared they can simply do so without involving Misha or Jensen’s name in it with what is typically bad meme-y format posts, coupled with unwittingly bad takes about Misha and Jensen in the process. I am being vague here on purpose, sorry, but whatever.

-And, mostly: this website is developing a problem with wanting to either call Jensen in particular homophobic or queer without using those exact words, and the result in either instance is people coming up with increasingly convoluted ways to be weird about him or towards him. It’s like either they can’t get a read on him so they want to disparage him, or they think they’ve clocked him but don’t want to mention it, and what ends up being posted in word salad hot takes under the guise of enlightenment is either... literal disgusting slurs (fruity, fag, dyke, etc) whether about Dean or Jensen or both, or the idea that Dean is bi but it was an accident and Jensen couldn’t possibly have been aware of that because it happened beyond his will, or that Dean and/or Jensen is simply repressed, or that Jensen wants to fuck Dean, or ????????

And it’s very like... literally what the FUCK are you even saying and why are you saying it, lol. I get that there’s a certain Style Of Typing that’s becoming popular in this fandom on this site right now, and it’s often in the name of this sort of exaggerated joke posting. But half the time people are just slinging around words and everyone thinks it’s funny and (seemingly) not enough people stop to think twice about how it is, more often than not now, getting fucking weird.

Is it a big concerning deal (beyond the slurs thing, which is absolutely inexcusable)? Nah, not yet. But the numbers are getting huge on some of these posts, and that makes me grind my teeth more, because it means this overall attitude/joke posting format is spreading throughout the fandom hivemind with very little resistance. And it’s upping the frequency of that sort of language and shitposting. So while things that stay on Tumblr don’t have huge impact, right now a lot of things are also transferring over to Twitter as fandom and stan culture has shifted. And that’s when we get into Dangerous Territory On The Wider Stage that can trend or route back to actors, especially because of how Twitter algorithms have changed recently. (I can elaborate on that if need be.)

Really the bottom line though is that I am seeing multiple variations / posts along the line of the same thought process, where the actors of this show (especially Jensen and Misha) seem to be casually dehumanized in language I find startling and off-putting, and people are getting this mental disconnect where they’re forgetting that it’s not okay to say certain things about real people even in the name of jokes. It’s even pushing it when it’s characters, but when it’s about the actors it’s the crossing of a double line. So it’s becoming normalized, and then people don’t stop and think twice, and the posts just circulate because they’re “funny,” and then I see the same thing on my dash 8 times and feel like I’m going insane.

It bothers me and makes scrolling on my dash a minefield of discomfort, but yes, it’s not like that’s going to be seen by the real people in question as of now because Tumblr is Tumblr... but if this mindset becomes pervasive and normalized enough, what happens is people then become even further desensitized especially the kids who are new to fandom, and then in 8 months we’re gonna have some teenager at a con talking about Jensen’s “lesbian photoshoots” to his fucking face and also asking him how he feels about being overtaken by the spirit of a “repressed bisexual character.” The prospect of which makes me feel like I’m going to grow grey hairs.

So. Yeah. There you have it lmao. I am once again asking everyone to stop being weird about real people and queer topics (whether IRL or fictional), be mindful of language, and notice what they’re actually saying or implying in the name of jokes. But, feel free to think ~I take things too seriously~ or am exhibiting ~fake concern~ and just keep scrolling and ignore me though! I am simply answering the question.

#anonymous #asks #char writes things

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theartoflivingalways · 4 years

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i’ve been awake for over 24 hours

I haven’t been on tumblr in years. i stopped using it after high school, but I don’t know why. but now I’m back tonight, because I needed someone to talk to, but I have no one to listen. i have friends, i have family, i have a boyfriend. i have a therapist. but no matter what: i feel so unheard, so unseen, and so ignored by everyone in my life that i literally feel like i have no one to truly turn to. for anything. so, here i am. hope i get a warm welcome!!!

here’s the thing: i’m NOT a depressed person. i’m not sad, i don’t have any major mental health issues apart from anxiety and some adhd. and before you take that the wrong way, please don’t. i just got my master’s degree in social work and i’ll be starting my new job as a therapist in a couple of weeks.

but, i’m also NOT a happy person. tbh, i can’t really describe my overall ~mood~ or whatever you wanna call it. i kinda just wake up and survive the day, every day. i take it one day at a time ... kinda like what AA says to do; but no, before you ask or the thought crosses your mind, i’m not an addict. at least not a alcohol/other drugs addict ??? sorry

maybe this is why there’s no one to listen when i need them to. i fucking ramble about literally nothing before getting to the point.

it’s weird that i’m writing right now (ok, typing???). i haven’t done this since i was little. it feels good to do this, to have some sort of outlet when you feel so fucking unseen and unheard by every. single. person. around you.

so i haven’t slept in over 24 hours. it’s my own fault for sure and i have adderall to thank for that (yes i’m prescribed). i decided to start a blog again because i’m sitting here, still wide awake in my apartment, alone, while my boyfriend is sound asleep in my bedroom.

so what’s my fucking problem??? why do i want someone to talk to?? i don’t know honestly. i just feel like lately all i do is listen to others, help others, give myself completely to others. and in return, i get nothing. nothing even close to what i give, or to what i’m capable of giving. which is sad. not for me particularly (maybe?), but for others, yes, i think so.

i’m not saying that i expect anything in return for helping others, because i don’t. i didn’t enter the field of social work for the fucking money. and i know a lot of fucked up shit is going on in the world right now, and in no way do i want to minimize ANY of that. i’m just feeling a little lost and lonely, so i’m hoping this is a new outlet for me to sort out those feelings.

the last couple of hours, i’ve had a LONG string of thoughts. if you read through, you’ll eventually found out how they started. but one of the things i’ve been wrestling with in my mind is the type of person i am.

you see, it’s difficult to be “that” person for others your whole life, especially all the fucking time. if you’re anything like me, you know what i mean by that. and if you aren’t anything like me, well, first of all congrats!!!!, and secondly, i’ll explain what i mean.

when you’re “that” person for others, like myself, it’s easy for other people to walk all over you. take advantage of you, take you for granted, expect you to ALWAYS be there no matter the cost. and of course, why wouldn’t they? you’re always there to help. you’re ALWAYS there to offer support, guidance, and advice. you’re nurturing. you listen. you’re a fucking irreplaceable, loyal to death friend. if you’re VERY much like me, you’re also the one person in your family who isn’t a total fuck up (at least not publicly?)

you’re also nonjudgmental, and you were blessed with the curse of being empathic towards others at all times. empathy of course is beautiful and a very good thing to have in this life, but do you know how hard it is to feel for every single person around you.. and not have anyone feel for you???? damn

also, you never let anyone down!! ever. you’re reliable, dependable, trustworthy to the point where it’s almost sketchy because like??? who can be that way to everyone else at all times? you guessed it- people like me and people like u!! (if this is even semi-relatable, i’m sorry)

but people like us, like you, like me, tend to do this thing where we keep the same shitty fucking toxic people around that have hurt us, continue to hurt us both indirectly and directly, and who have let us down time and time again, because we continue clinging on to the fucking useless hope that “someday they’ll change”. someday, they’ll realize how fucking important you are to them and how shitty their lives are, and would be, without you in it.

you- we - also live by honesty and truthfulness, and assume others just live by this as well. but then you’re proved wrong over and over and over again, yet you never fucking learn your lesson because you are STILL hopeful that somewhere, somehow, deep down, other people DO stand by the morals you try so hard to stand by in life. most of the time, though, you’re completely avoiding the reality of other people and their experiences and who they really are, only to try to fit your own narrative of how you see things and how you think things should be.

if this sounds anything like you... i’m sorry. i know it all too well.

i grew up as the “golden child” in my family. not just my immediate family. my entire fucking family. the pressure to be perfect has lead me to develop debilitating anxiety in my 20′s, and it is what it is, but like, why the fuck couldn’t i have anxiety in high school like a normal teenager? why now?

so yeah my anxiety’s pretty bad. it’s pretty bad tonight, which is why i turned here. to tumblr. to try to write out my thoughts. which, by the way, i’m sorry, because this is an absolute fucking mess and makes no sense. if you are reading this, though, thank you. thank you for listening when no one else seems to.

anyway. growing up with the pressure of being *perfect* has a cost. at least for me it did: 1) anxiety of course, and 2) perfectionist tendencies. these have literally- LITERALLY - ruined my entire college and graduate school experience. perfectionism combined with anxiety is a recipe for fucking disaster, and i’ve been cooking it for years.

i am deliberately writing this without proper punctuation/grammer/whateverthefuckyouwanttocallit, not capitalizing my letters etc., because i want to not have to be so perfect all the time on here, if this is something i’m going to stick to. i know that sounds silly but it’s actually been very difficult for me to write in all lower-caps and i’m very worried that no one will even read this and HEAR ME because of my literacy negligence (i have no idea if that’s even a real thing or if it even has meaning but it sounded right)

do u want to know why i decided to write this though, truly? what lead to me feeling like i’m “spiraling” - apart from no sleep in over 24 hours now? well, get ready to laugh, because i truly think i’m pathetic and going crazy.

i went to dinner tonight with my boyfriend and his fam. our waitress was a girl i used to know years ago in high school. my boyfriend knew her too. in fact, he knew her VeRY well. for the sake of my anxious overthinking, i don’t feel like going too much into the details of *that* situation, so thanks in advance for understanding.

anyway. this corny bitch made a joke about the current political environment. i won’t say what exactly, because i’d really like to keep my identity as concealed as absolutely possible on here. but long story short, no one really laughed - every one just kinda smiled awkwardly. but you know who did laugh? my boyfriend :)

TO ME, it seemed intentional. she wasn’t fucking funny, for one. she made a bad - no, a very bad- joke. like one of those corny dad jokes. not even a dad joke actually. a step-dad joke, except your step-dad is a loser that you hate, who treats ur mom/dad bad, has no sense of humor or a horrible sense of humor and idk, just fucking sucks you know ???

sorry that got kinda dark and it was unnecessary but do u know what i mean??? and no, that was literally not relevant to me or my family system/structure in any way. just kinda came to me, ya know? ...writing works in mysterious ways man

alright so if you don’t agree, that’s fine. i already told you to get ready to laugh, because i am well aware of how insane i fucking sound. but you know what makes anxiety & perfectionism 100x harder to cope with? insecurities. and i’m FULL of them.

so anyway. we left dinner. him & i were driving home. i will admit that i did have some wine at dinner, and i wasn’t drunk but i definitely was feeling cocky enough to stir the pot with him. so, i casually said, “hey... didn’t you date _____?” *insert annoying waitress’s name who i knew once upon a time*

i said it very calmly. very coooool. v collected and nice. he said “no? i’ve never even talked to or hungout with that girl”.

i wish u could see my face as i’m writing this right now bc i cannnot. like i gave u a choice.... the opportunity. tHE SIMPLE opportunity - a chance - to be fucking honest................................

this dude. straight up. lied to my face. about this fucking girl. ???????

YEARS AGO, they most certainly did talk. a lot. in fact, my crAZy ass searched their names on facebook to find their old little love notes to each other that they posted on each others’ walls. which were very cringey but nothing that made me feel jealous or insecure (for once). after all, they were from years ago- i’m talking 5+ - so likeeee.... why would he lie (:

oh and they definitely did hang out because.... i remember clearly.... a PICTURE OF THE two of them *together* *hangin* (prob bangin too) (sorry) years ago in this now-waitress’s bedroom. i believe it was a ~webcam photo~ that they took on the new mac computer her parents prob bought her. so this photo is now NO WHERE to be found. and believe me, i looked. no, i LURKED. i went to the beginnnning of her instagram posts and deep into her uploaded facebook pictures. ok, not ‘deep’, i literally got to the first pic she ever posted on FB just to try to find this damn picture. and it took me for. fucking. ever. because this bitch has prolly posted a million pictures in the last 5+ years like who does that???

but i swear to fucking whatever the fuck that this picture exists. i have fucking seen it. i’d describe it in perfect detail right now as if i saw it today, but, once again, i’m concealin my identity, yo, so i can’t do all that. v sorry

anywho. this dude - who i call my boyfriend (and yes i love him very very much and our past is absolutely fucked but that’s a whole other story for a very different time) - had the nerve, the audacity, to tell me to my face, that he “definitely doesn’t have a picture with her” because “they’ve never hung out or talked before” ... ?!??????

obv i sent him screenshots of the dirt i dug up on facebook from 5+ years ago (i.e., the old posts between them in case ya forgot during my rambling) bc like, caught ya in a lie sir. red handed.

i might be late on mentioning this part, but here’s the fucking kicker (and i’ve never used that phrase and i don’t know why i said that but ok?): TODAY, for the first time in MONTHS, literally!!!, bc of the virus and the quarantine and all that, i got ready today for dinner with his family. like actually got ready. i spent HOURS doing my make up. i don’t even remember the last time i did my make up, ok. i dressed in a really cute outfit. i felt fucking very good about myself. i thought for sure when he’d come pick me up to go to dinner he’d at least say something. at least acknowledge it. he has literally only seen me in raw form for too many days now. like, complete bare face and sweat pants basically every day since march.

but. did he even look at me twice?!!? no. did he mention anything about how i looked? how it was drastically different from my everyday attire the last couple months? did he take 2 seconds out of his day to say something corny or flirty to me? even just, “you look beautiful”??? honestly i would’ve even appreciated, “you look beautiful, for once” ???

did u guess the correct answer? well if u didn’t, it’s N O.

but u know who he did look at twice.

our waitress at dinner.

i think i wrote enough for one night. if u think this is my anxiety/perfectionism/insecurities combination spiraling out of control after being tamed incessantly for 20+ years, PLZ TELL ME.

but also, if you have a fucking brain, you’d know that:

1) this is definitely NOT the first time i’ve responded to something like this the way i did, and

2) i really just needed to ramble on and vent about all the shit that’s been going through my mind the last 2 1/2 hours, so there’s that.

have a good night get some sleep!!! thank u for ur time.

#why #me #cantsleep #upfor24hours #adderall #waitress #insecure #perfect #anxiety #sorry #helpme #help #needsleep #dontwanttotho #goodnight #getsomerest #ily #thanku

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bloggy-hell · 7 years

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We need to talk about 13 Reasons Why.

13 Reasons Why (2017): Receiving a 9.1 on imdb and bucketloads of media attention, this new Netflix release has earned a place on everyone's ‘to-watch list’ as it seems like we all want to know what the big deal is about a show that retraces the steps of a suicidal 17 year old.

Quick, Non Spoliery Synopsis by Yours Truly:

A 17 year old girl; Hannah Baker organises the circulation of 13 self-recorded tapes before slitting her arms and killing herself in her family bathtub. These tapes make their way through 10 of her friends, ex’s and enemies, each identifying the particular person and their wrongdoing in order, before reaching her shy crush Clay’s doorstep. Her rules say that he must listen to all of the tapes detailing why she killed herself and pass them on to the person who follows him. WIth each tape revealing intimate secrets about Hannah and Clay’s classmates, we follow him in his struggle to understand who this girl really was when she was alive, how she was treated by those she trusted and most importantly; why Hannah Baker killed herself.

Having just binged the whole 13 episodes over two disgustingly wet and cold days with my sister, i think I have a pretty good idea about what goes down.

I hope you’re ready because I’m about to tell you what I think of this story as a teenager in this modern world. And since there are 13 sides to every story I want to tell mine.

I want to be honest here and start off by saying in an almost critical way, that there were a lot of things about this show that I didn’t like at all. I’m not saying that I was forced to watch all 13 episodes against my will, I just think that sometimes there are only a few things that TV shows need to keep you coming back.

Unanswered questions are one of those things, so so many questions which I personally need to have answered by a show, before it slowly drives me insane and I have to look up a spoiler synopsis..

But who wants to cheat TV shows when you may as well just watch them? Hell, if i can sit through 7 years of the Pretty Little Liars mystery, then I had faith that I could sit through 13 episodes, and I did. My main questions centred around the tapes, specifically; what on earth did Clay do to make him partly ‘responsible’ for Hannah’s death?

So many things to question and discuss but really where to begin?

Let’s put ‘7 things that really grind my gears’(1 for each of the tapes of course) into a list and see how I go before this become a sad, sad rant.

*Disclaimer* I did actually enjoy the show overall so please keep this in mind with what you see below

1: When Clay begins to irk me, the other characters and the entire human species Portrayed by Dylan Minnette, (who believe it or not, has played a character named Clay before, WTF) Clay Jensen is a socially awkward yet well liked student who can hold a place on the school’s honour board yet cannot hold a conversation with a girl. His cringey yet endearing nature promotes him as a lovable protagonist, an innocent light in the darkness of an extremely tough situation. I found myself quite often taking his side in the show and totally rooting for his character.

Despite this, Clay’s loyalty and love for Hannah often poses as quite irritating and almost unrealistic (even if he was a sensitive guy) considering the way she treats him. Throughout the whole debacle, so many accuse Hannah of being dramatic, selfish and attention seeking. Clay however. seems to believe 95% of the time that she was some perfect being who could do no wrong in the world, that the responsibility for killing herself could not have been her own. Of course I am aware of looking at someone through rose coloured glasses when youre keen on them but, to put it bluntly; you’d think that might change when they die.

2: The fact that Clay has like zero close friends yet everyone seems to like him

Everyone who has ever been to high school knows that you need a solid few close friends to bounce back on, who you can trust. There is often a reason therefore that people don’t have any, usually the fact that nobody likes them. This just causes the whole plot idea to make no sense, because everyone at the school seemed to really like Clay. With the exception of Tony who he rarely sees anyway, Clay never had anyone to hang out with before or after school or even at lunchtime, unless of course it was someone he had a ‘school project’ with.

3: The ‘jock crowd’

So most of the jock crowd, who of course run the school, are in the basketball team and are therefore given a leeway that most students aren’t. It makes complete sense for them to stick together, just as they do in every other US teen drama. Their group dynamic however has a small cult vibe to it that is simply unsettling. These guys do everything together, support each other in fights, follow each other on their dates and supposedly tell each other everything. For some reason this group also includes the dorky class president and resident sadboi with unmatching hair and eyebrows. Now I’m not disputing that this couldnt happen irl because everyone has the right to befriend whoever they want, it just seems to me that these personalities together would clash. We all know they are together at the ‘present time’ because of the tapes, but for previous times, im just not buying it. Perhaps the writers couldn’t be bothered creating separate groups for each of those targeted on the tapes and introducing more characters into the 13 episodes created.

4: Is there no other girls at Liberty High?????

The jock crowd as specified above hold the place as the most sought after students in the High School yet it seems as though the only girls that exist to them are Hannah and Jessica. What happened to the entire cheer squad or the whole student body? Are these 2 new girls so amazing that no other girl could be considered an option? It seems almost like some game of musical chairs, except the chairs are the boys and Jessica and Hannah end up on a different lap every time the music stops.

5: WHo the fuck does Courtney think she is?

If you got through all 13 episodes without dedicating a split second of anger towards Courtney Crimsen then bravo my friend because this character literally drove me up the wall. Props to actress Michele Ang I suppose because this bitch fired me up real bad. Ever heard of the phrase ‘Dead men tell no tales’ well clearly Courtney disagrees, 100% hell bent on convincing everyone that Hannah was lying in the tapes so that she could continue living in denial of her sexual preference. Continually pushing Hannah onto the dirt road to get hit by whatever was coming her way there is zero surprise that she made her way onto the tapes, the selfish bitch that she is. (Speaking of Courtney) Netflix also needs to be a bit more careful about their wardrobe choices in such a recent Riverdale episode and season release of this show perhaps?

6: Zach DID NOTHING WRONG

Poor, sweet Zach. A whole episode and tape side that started with just one heated conversation in the cafeteria- where he juST wanted to go on a date with Hannah??? Of course at this point Hannah was not in a good place, so any small prank becomes a national disaster- but how was he to know before she gave him the letter of explanation. A letter which, considering his home and friend situation, he could not go to anyone for help with, especially if he feared that it would be telling Hannah’s secret. Zach really just reacted how 90% of teenagers would; he froze, he didnt know how to act, so he did nothing.

This is what got me about like half of the characters on the tapes, most of them just acted out of fear and didnt know what else to do, yet Hannah seemed to expect so much more from them. Which brings me to my final bullet point on the list;

7: Hannah fucking Baker

Where do I even start? It’s a really touchy subject to address; her character really annoyed me-I guess she really annoyed herself as well, considering her fate. Hannah at the end of the series is completely lost, she’s got so much on her shoulders and believes that there is no other way to turn. But Hannah at the beginning, I couldnt stand her. She had so much going for her yet she let every single obstacle get her down, none of her friends were good enough, all of the boys offended her, every tiny issue became a national disaster. I can’t help but think that if she hadn’t cared so much perhaps she might have found a way to work through her struggles without turning to the last resort. But i get it, this isnt a show about getting through problems and happy endings, it’s all about worse case scenarios. This is why Hannah does and says what she does, so that the situations can be both relatable and believable- for if Hannah gets torn up about high school rumours, then sexual assault and car accidents would be unbearable without professional help. I understand this now as I look at the plot as a whole, but during, oh hell that girl needed a slap into reality. Just watch it, you’ll understand.

Don’t get me wrong though, there were also a lot of things that I liked about 13 reasons why.

-I loved the cassette tapes; a timeless way of recording and listening to anything, a much appreciated throwback in such a modern show

-I loved Tony who I think we can all agree does not look 17 but I’m not complaining, so sweet and such a good friend/person (and i loved his car of course)

-I loved how sweet and loving Clay was. As an eternally single pringle, my heart leapt for his cute crushing, even if it did become tiring

-I loved the almost vintage feel to the cinematography, the colours and shots almost dulled to the tone

-I loved how the concept of rape was not only addressed, but focused on as well as the idea of consent. Whilst these scenes may have been almost uncomfortable, they were necessary and extremely powerful.

-I loved how the show centered around outsiders, the quiet and socially awkward, the unusual characters and their interaction with the well known highschool stereotypes.

-Most of all, I loved how the show displayed how suicide destroys so many more than the person who died. Friends and family may never recover, forever question what they could have done differently, some also led to further suicides.

It’s a hard topic but I am so glad that it is being talked about, even if there are disagreements because at least it is now out in the open. I personally believe that suicide is an incredibly selfish act which I understand that many people could disagree with. I get it, I’ve never stepped into shoes like that and that’s fine, but i know for sure that if anyone in my life chose to end theirs then it would absolutely destroy me- just as the strongly portrayed characters were torn apart.

Let me know what you think.

#13 reasons why #13rw #thoughts #review #rant #spoilers maybe #suicide #lol #netlfix #hannah baker #clay jensen #rape

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robbyrobinson · 7 years

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BEST Episodes of the Loud House

Well, it's going to be a while until I get my DirectTV back. Short story short, my parents weren't able to pay it in time, so it was cut. We payed back $175 to get it back on, but we'll need to pay $124 more to get it back on. I'm not that good with finances, but to sum it up, it felt like a ripoff. This was partially the reason as to why I hadn't been doing as many reviews like I normally do. Essentially, I had mentioned once that I discuss episodes that have recently shown up on the schedule, but it'll be a while for me to get back to doing that.

Onto the list; as I have said countless times, I love The Loud House so much so, that it actually makes it hard for me to detect a bad episode. Okay so there was "Brawl in the Family", "One of the Boys", "Two Boys and a Baby", "The Price of Admission".....okay, so there were a few bad episodes here and there, but otherwise, they are few and far between. For every bad episode, there is a good episode to balance it out. Now, I apologize if I appear too hard on the series. I'm not. The reason as to why I sound harsh when discussing the show is because I see potential in the show, and I feel that there are some issues that could be improved. I want this show to succeed and not thrown in the garbage by the station. Honestly, I felt that the Loud House was the only good thing to come out of the network in a long time (other than Harvey Beaks - which I had neglected to watch extensively).

Making this list proved to be difficult for a variety of reasons. For one, I always felt like I stood out like a sore thumb for liking an episode that is generally disliked by the community, or because I find an episode average while others praise it. Case in point: "House Music." I found the episode average as I didn't like how Luna was a control freak in this episode. Yes, I get that perhaps if you had someone you looked up to, you could go overboard, but that doesn't give you a free pass to be a jerk. At least, that's how I see it. I do look up towards a few people myself, but I never delude myself into impressing them. Realistically speaking, I know that no matter what I do, I can never acquire their attention, so I never go insane trying to get them to notice me. I didn't even say that the episode was bad, I mean I gave it 3 stars out of 5. Despite that, when I had seen that most of the comments were in favor of the episode I opted to delete my review of the episode, and never review it again. So, be warned: if an episode that you don't personally like is on my list, be civil about it. We all have different opinions, but none of us are right nor wrong in how we view a particular episode. Well, except when it came to "Trash House" which was universally despised by the fandom, well there are a few who did like the episode. I personally find the episode the worst from the series with absolutely no redeeming factors, but if you like it, that's perfectly fine.

As there are several episodes that I personally enjoyed, it was naturally hard to compile my list. That, and of course, I was feeling a little threatened by what others might've thought about my list. It's silly, but I just don't really feel proud of myself whenever it comes to something like this. As always, feel free to share your favorites in the comment section. Without further ado, here is my list of the best episodes from the series.

The Best Episodes of the Loud House

"Toads and Tiaras": Now this is an episode that I watch continually without ever getting tired of it. To me, this is what exemplifies my love for the show. After Lola gets injured during practice, Lincoln - desperate to get tickets for Dairy Land - convinces Lana to take her place. As you would've guessed, it's rather hard to get Lana to act like the other girls, but Lincoln realizes that it would suit her more to be herself, even if it costs him the tickets. There are several things to love about this episode. For one, I loved the bonding that Lana and Lincoln were having as they were training for the pageant, and that Lincoln would rather sacrifice his chances just so that his sister would be happy. That, and I also liked how Lola congratulated Lana for winning; it's always nice to see the two getting along and not trying to claw each others' eyes out every now and then. This episode just goes to show that despite all of the chaos that goes on in the Loud house, they clearly care for each other at the end of the day. As for the moral....yes, I am aware that "Picture Perfect" also enforced the "be yourself" lesson, but I thought it worked here more (mostly since I didn't mention "Picture Perfect" because I forgot about it). While I don't believe in perfection, "Toads and Tiaras," in my opinion, comes the closest to being the defining episode of the series.

"11 Louds a Leapin'": I love Christmas. I love the songs, the decorations, the anticipation that young children have for Saint Nick's arrival. But most of all, I love Christmas specials. As such, it's no surprise that the first Christmas special for The Loud House would end up on my list. Short story short: Lincoln accidentally launches his sleigh into his grouchy neighbor Mr. Grouse's backyard, where whatever goes is automatically his. Nearly all the jokes were on point, but what I liked the most is Grouse's hidden depths. Turns out, the reason as to why he acts like a jerk is because, like Lincoln, he has a large family, but he's unable to spend Christmas with them. Seeing the Loud family happily celebrating the holidays while he's home alone doesn't help matters either. So, putting everything aside, Lincoln and the others pitch in to give Mr. Grouse the best Christmas that he ever had. Oh, and then there's that song...good God, that song. I love that song; I was literally rocking to it when I first watched it. This episode just reeks of Christmas spirit, and I love it for that reason. As for the parents' face reveal...I didn't think that they'd do it, but with the revelation as to what they look like....here's my reaction [1]. Yeah. It wasn't necessarily bad per say, but I figured that they look somewhat similar to what most fans of the show envision. My only question was why did they choose to wait until the Christmas special to reveal their faces? Other than that, this easily goes on my list of the best Christmas specials of all time.

"Baby Steps": Well, here comes an episode that I didn't anticipate liking. In the episode, Clyde is convinced that his dads are to have another child, so Lincoln helps him to prepare for it by teaching him how to be an older brother. Now, hilarity ensues per usual, but what made me love the episode was that as Clyde was leaving upon finding out that Lincoln was paying his younger sisters to be nice to him, he sees that Lana was trapped in a tree, and was too scared to get down. I swear, my heart nearly broke when I saw how scared Lana was. And then she hugs him when he saves her. That was just simply adorable. Of course, Howard and Harold weren't having a baby for obvious reasons, but I still considered this a feel good episode.

"Undie Pressure": This episode was comedy gold in my opinion. In it, Lincoln and his sisters make a bet to see who can stay off their habits the longest. I love this episode partially because it was comical how the episode took a jab at each of the character's traits. Whether it be Lola being unable to look herself in a mirror, or Lucy being made to not scare anyone, I just loved how determined each of the siblings were to stay off of their habits. Even though Lincoln loses in the end, Lola still buys him that pair of underwear he wanted. Hey. maybe she's not a total sociopath after all.

"Back in Black": This episode was cathartic. It came out a day after the travesty that is "Trash House," in which I was having a horrible day, so I needed this. Lucy develops a crush on Rusty's younger brother, Rocky, and her sisters decide to help her act normal in order to win his affections. This episode nearly undid any of the damage that I felt "Trash House" almost as if it was written as an apology for the previous episode. For one, when Lola, Lori, and Leni were accusing each other of taking each others' possessions, I was so afraid that the remaining sisters would pull that "sister protocol" garbage, but I was relieved to see that that wasn't the case. In this, the sisters actually come off as being helpful, even though they do kind of take it a little too far at some points, but otherwise I could see that their hearts were in the right place. Additionally, I liked how Lincoln actually solved the problem by pulling a few strings to make Lucy happy. This is especially cathartic, because I just hated the idea that Lincoln was stupid to try to interfere in "Trash House." Lincoln: 1, Sisters: 0. In all seriousness, I also loved Lucy's interactions with Rocky, even though I saw the outcome coming. I really hope that Rocky becomes a regular character, because I just find him and Lucy an adorable couple.

"Driving Miss Hazy": In this episode, Lincoln - fed up with doing Lori's chores in exchange for a ride to the comic bookstore - decides to teach Leni how to drive. Naturally, hilarity ensues. I mean, seriously, Leni is an even worse driver than SpongeBob. At least SpongeBob knows what the different parts of the boat are; poor Leni cannot for the like of her call a part of the buszilla by their actual name. It was also hilarious to see Leni run upstairs when Lily was dressed up like a squirrel. My only issue with the episode is the fact that Lori sabotages Leni. Yeah, I get that she would feel useless if any of her sisters learn to drive, but she didn't consider the fact that Leni could get hurt or killed because of her. At least she offered to teach her. Overall, a good, hilarious episode.

"Changing the Baby": Saddened that none of his sisters share his interests, Lincoln decides to mold Lily. As you would've guessed, his sisters get in on this, and they try to share their interests with the little baby. What made me literally laugh out loud was that fact that Clyde, who had been ignored by Lincoln for a majority of the episode, dons a diaper and baby hat just to get him back.

"Butterfly Effect": Yes, I get that this episode is polarizing, but I hold this episode dearly, because it served as my introduction to the series. In the episode, chaos ensues when Lincoln accidentally breaks Lisa's experiment, and decides to not tell her. Several things happen within this small time frame; Leni becomes intelligent, Lola becomes disfigured, Lucy becomes a vampire.....oh, and Lily becomes a giant. I mean this episode. I like to relate this episode with a show from my childhood: Ed, Edd n Eddy. In "One + One = Ed," random nonsense happens in the episode thus making it hard to decipher reality from fantasy, and I felt "Butterfly Effect" followed a similar motif. I laughed so hard when I was watching this episode, that from that moment onward, I knew that I had to check the series out.

"For Bros About to Rock": Lincoln and Clyde are to attend a concert at the mall, but his sisters warn her to not tell Luna about it, because she takes music too seriously, having ended up ruining their first concerts. But of course, she gets wind of it, and she unintentionally embarrasses her brother. I like this episode partially because of the bonding that Lincoln and Luna were having in this episode, and I also liked it, because it did give some insight into why Luna is so fixated on music. When she was younger, she was trying to figure out who she wanted to be, so surprise surprise, she ended up attending a Mick Swagger concert, and the rest is history. I liked this, because I always wondered how Lincoln's sisters became who they were, whether they were born with these traits, whether they discovered themselves, etc. So, it's nice to see them addressing that, and it makes me curious about the remaining nine.

"Overnight Success": Getting this out of the way, but I applaud Nickelodeon for interesting Howard and Harold. As a straight man myself, I found myself liking the two, and I also liked how they didn't treat it as a big deal. I mean, when you have people (especially One Million Moms) shouting that media is trying to pervert their children, it's a breather that Howard and Harold are treated fairly, much like how a heterosexual couple is treated. I loved the interactions that Clyde had with Lincoln's sisters, and how they seemed to enjoy his presence as well. Of course, it turns out that part of it is due to Clyde being an only child himself, but it was still sweet. There were several humorous moments throughout, so it's hard to list them all. My favorite has to be Lisa putting a helmet on Clyde's head forcing him to dance (dance, you fool!). Other than that, a pretty memorable episode.

"One Flu Over the Loud House": Man, this episode was nightmare fuel. In "One Flu Over the Loud House," the flu began to spread throughout the house, infecting a majority of the family members. So now, Lincoln and his remaining sisters need to get out before it's too late. Even though it's not technically a Halloween episode, I liked the nightmarish atmosphere persistent in the episode. The episode feels like a zombie apocalypse movie, or The Walking Dead even, and that's what made the episode all the more hilarious for me. Unlike "The Price of Admission," that also debuted alongside this episode, this episode had legitimately horrific moments. The scariest scene for me is when Lynn Sr. is shown opening his eyes in silhouette, only to reveal them being greenish. I also loved this episode, because it's another instance of the series blowing something as minute as influenza out of proportion. An otherwise silly, but genuinely creepy episode that I fondly watch on Halloween.

"A Tattler's Tale": In this episode, the Loud kids are made to do meaningless tasks for Lola when she somehow discovers their deepest, darkest secrets. Now, I will go to say that Lola isn't one of my favorite of the siblings, but she isn't a bad character by any means. I love her for the evil brat she is, but I thought I would hate this episode at first, at least until Lola actually took the fall for her siblings by owning up to the things that they did, despite not being in fault. That alone made me like Lola a tidbit more. Of course, it wasn't surprising that she would tell her stuffed animals the secrets she had heard, but in her defense, they don't talk anyway.

#loud house #theloudhouse #the loud house #nickelodeon #deviantart #austindr #robby robinson #robbyrobinson #bestepisodes #episodes

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What have been your favorite college memories (across all of your colleges)? How often do you talk to your classmates outside of your classes?

Hi, nonny!

Oh, man. I feel like I should preface this with a disclaimer that I am i n c r e d i b l y boring. I follow rules and had my first sip of alcohol on my 21st birthday and my idea of a party is getting like 4 people together for a game night and eating way too much junk food. So like... my favorite college memories aren't overly exciting haha

Rambling about those memories under the cut cuz this got a little long

I didn't really like my undergrad. The people in my program were great, and I had some fantastic professors, but my school just... Did Not Care about my program. Like most people on campus were genuinely not aware that our university even had a school of arts & humanities let alone a literature degree. I can't even count the number of times people would ask me what my major was only to be shocked that it was a thing or to immediately launch into a lecture about how that was a dumb thing to get a degree in 🙄 Also, our mascot was terrifying and not in a good way. In a "hi, I'm going to go be anywhere that is NOT HERE" as soon as you see him way. (Seriously, I hate him so much) I also just really don't like Texas, so that didn't help either. And it was mainly a commuter school, but I lived on campus and didn't drive. Which also limited social options. However!! I made some really great friends there.

I don't talk to them all constantly anymore, but I was usually texting at least one of them every day while I was in school there. My two roommates from freshman year are still good friends of mine. I actually share a birthday with one, and we got together for a nice dinner on our birthday in 2020 like right before the pandemic got bad. I have a couple other friends I still message here and there and some who I trade Facebook likes with, but we've drifted more. My favorite memories from undergrad were things like our 6-hour Guitar Hero marathons, going to IHOP with one of my friends at like 12am, and waiting to go grocery shopping at Walmart with another friend until it was almost 11pm because there was a Whataburger in the parking lot of that Walmart and they start serving breakfast at 11pm and she always wanted a honey butter chicken biscuit 😂

As for friends from my master's program, there are like four of us who formed this little unit our first year, and we talk literally every day, just like we have for the last three years. We have a group text and a Discord server and weekly hangouts and it's amazing. (Love y'all 💜😘) It was super common for at least one of them to text me and be like "can I come over and do homework?" and like of course you can. We'd just like hang out on the couch with our laptops and do our work in the same room and it was really nice. Those are the memories I'm fondest of 💜 Also our game nights would go super late (and can now go even later since we're all just on our respective computers in our own homes). Outside of that core friend group, I was friends (or at least friendly) with a lot of other people in my program. Like, I literally would have moments where I'd be like "how do I know so many people and have consistent positive interactions with them???" because it was such a foreign concept to me. (I'm not usually the popular type--I'm kind of anxious and not super social unless I'm in my element.) Everyone likes to say that college is like the best time of your life or something, but honestly? My undergrad experience was mediocre at best. Grad school, on the other hand, was honestly a blast. Like, yeah, I had a lot of work and it was stressful, but those two years were two of the best years I've ever had.

With my doc program, we don't talk as much, I guess. One of my cohort mates and I set up a Discord server for the cohort, but since we all started in the middle of a pandemic, we were literally all over the world. We didn't get to do the mandatory doc classes in person, so we didn't get that real cohort bonding so much. Also my cohort is ridiculously huge. We make up like 1/3 of all doc students in our program. It's insane. Even so, there are a few I've become a lot closer to, especially this past semester. I'm actually rooming with one of them starting in about a month, and we pretty much text every day now. (She's literally so cool, y'all) There are like two or three others who I talk to somewhat regularly and I feel comfortable chatting with them and venting. There are a few others I talk to less consistently, but I'd consider us casual friends at least.

Overall, most of my favorite memories about school are weirdly not so much related to school itself. Like, I will always remember my first conference presentation or the first class I taught, but when it comes down to it, having that support network is so, so important, especially the higher you get in academia. Like, I'm super lucky that my brother also went to grad school (he's got an MFA in game design), so I was able to talk to him about a lot of this stuff, which helped a lot. But my friends really helped get me through, and I like to think I helped them as well. They're some of the best people in the entire world tbh and I'm super sappy with them (and also just in general. Normalize telling your friends you love and appreciate them!)

#anon #replies #nicole speaks #nicole rambles #gradblr #phdblr #academic life #long post

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postcards-from-absurdland · 7 years

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aesthetic themed ask list

Blame this lovely person: http://postcards-from-absurdland.tumblr.com/post/162331593464/ehehehehe-kto%C5%9B-si%C4%99-skar%C5%BCy%C5%82-na-to-%C5%BCe-nikt-go-nie

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself?

Right now. I am singing and humming all the time, always.

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?

If a friend of mine feels deep down hurt by my reaction to a certain, suicide-attempt-involving situation from some years ago. Also something connected to my currently going relationshi probably ;)

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

Well, NOT DYING OF SUICIDE is high on the list.

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?

First real kiss :)

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?

Less stress, more worshiping God.

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?

No bucket lists for this girl.

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.

My friend M. is a petite blonde girl with hazel eyes and the loveliest upturned nose. She is my age and studies herbology. She loves heather. She has two cats. She is a devout Catholic, sets an example of faith for me and I sincerely hope an believe her to be a saint. She wears beautiful clothes and has a great singing soprano voice. And plays the guitar and ukulele. Her family is a big and loving one. She has a fiance whom we all find weird, but he loves her so much we don’t really care. She seems to be a cinnamon roll but is actually full of sass and self-causciousness. (And also cries upon seeing beautiful animals.)

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?

I had a very bumpy childhood and I was rarely happy, but when I was it was intense, like a lightning.

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?

Three weeks ago, actually. I cry a lot.

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.

An university friend W. because of both her enthusiasm and her inclination towards poetry.

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?

Total stranger? Nope. My conversations with strangers end up as showering them with trivia, and I want it to stay so.

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?

A week ago, with a highschool friend and former roommate.

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?

Since telling my parent that I love them would involve more than one person - I don’t know really.

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?

They’re cool. But I find all eye colours cool. Better eyes than no eyes, right?

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.

---

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?

The most attended to Catholic in the world - I live thanks to God and so do you!

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?

Short scale billion USD equals 3,741,352,800 PLN so without even mentioning long scale billion I’d buy a new, fully furnished 3-bedroom apartment in Cracow for rent until I’d need one, a new laptop, a trip to New Zeland and back for me and my bf... and I have no idea what I’d do with the remaining 3,739,950,000 but I’d never want to actually have such a sum of money. It would literally burn my fingers. I’d probably give it all out to charities, maybe some to my family.

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?

I am a forgiving person to those further from me, but not for those closest. I want to be more forgiving, as a general principle.

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.

Dear Catherine! You are a brave and open-minded person – good. Things are about to go temporarily downhill pretty soon. Be prepared, but not afraid. Stay thoughtful and merciful. Reach for people more - they are not as scary as they seem. Appreciate your self-consciousness, but do not let it drive you. Cry. Rebel. Run. Have more fun. You will not permanently damage anyone and you will not regret it. But please - stop making up stories for people to notice you. Do not be ashamed of who you are and what you feel. You are worthy of love. Stay safe.

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?

Certainly not punk...

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.

I have had physical problems with piercings so far (I suspect allegries), and generally am not visually pleased with them. I love the concept of tatooing your body though, it’s so primaeval. I want to have tatoos someday, but I wait until somethng really meaningful will need visual perpetuation. Also, my Church’s thoughts on tatoos seem quite ambiguous, so the whole idea will require a lot of consideration.

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?

Nope - I have no skin problems, eye dryness issues, no money for good cosmetics, no patience for maintaining a routine and therefore no time to learn how to do it properly. And I have recently smashed a full bottle of foundation on the floor. Just lipstick for me, thanks.

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.

Scarborough Fair (sung by Martin Carthy) has lead me, among other things, to: buying new clothing items, changing hairstyle, starting Irish dances, Led Zeppelin music, best HP and Tolkien fanfics ever, staying at the music school, meeting three most important people in my life to this day, and countless mountain hiking expeditions. I even buy perfume based on it (let me be bathed in thyme oil!). And I don’t even like it that much anymore.

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.

*insert a Bible quote about the unconditional love of God here*

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.

I have been to countless classical and folk music concerts, but as for any other sort, this summer I attended a concert of Pidżama Porno, a Polish rock band I adore. I remember that it was a relief to finally not feel overhelmed with loneliness I have had been feeling for weeks on end. Also, they performed almost all of my fave songs!

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?

I’m waiting for a letter from a befriended English literature professor, and as much as I wish it to contain only good news, the most important factor is for it to be long - I simply adore his writing style!

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?

I have a small desk and it’s mostly organised (pile of books in one corner, pile of Weird Shit in another, papers underneath, medications in the drawer).

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine?

At any time between 11 pm and 2 am - taking a shower, using a mosturizing cream, praying, setting an alarm clock, opening the window (from April to September), putting on some music/YouTube videos and drifting away :)

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?

That time when I made up a story involving someone’s tragic death - I consider it the worst, most harming thing I have ever done, one of two major life regrets.

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?

A bit darker than they are in summer, more brown than blonde - my tan and my (sun-lightened in colour) hair weirdly match so I feel I look awfully fawn all summer long.

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?

I’d take M. from the “important person description”, her boyfriend, sister, brother and father on a sightseeing trip around Rome (we’d visit all the churches, probably, and have the most delicious food)

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.

I wish to finally meet my future husband, because how long am I supposed to wait, damnit!

I wish to get a PhD because academia is insanely fun.

I wish to be able to go to the Bieszczady mountains alone this year because I need to sort out some emotional issues, and also I miss the sight of sky there.

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.

When I was 9 I dressed up as air. It wasn’t the best costume technicality-wise, but I am still amazed at my creativity as a child.

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?

Never ever been drunk or high seriously enaugh to do something I’d consider utterly bad, or even mildly stupid. I only laugh too loud.

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?

Dapends on how badly I’d need the money. But “killing a man” is always on the “never” list.

storms: you only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?

Song. This one. No issues, it’s great. And as much as I love music, I’d go insane seeing only one person probably after a month.

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love.

It’s a moment of great excitement, but also great anxiety, as you are momentarily aware of the endlessness of your vulnerability.

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?

My hair is my precious, I would never want to bid them farewell.

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?

Venti soy latte? Or venti soy matcha frappuccino? It’s not complicated, anyone could order this, I’d even go with normal milk if they forgot to ask for soy... What’s up with this question anyway???

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?

Doing good at work and the university. Staying sane and healthy. Maintaining the faintest traces of social life. Getting better and better at love and mercy every single day.

fin.

#ask #anon ask #finally sat down to these #they have been waiting all summer for me

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natalia-riddle-writes-blog · 7 years

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Public role play

You hated taking the subway home.

It was a 20 minute walk normally to and from your university, but now it had gotten way too cold and you had to take the subway home. It got you home a lot faster, but it was usually so crowded around this time because everyone had the same idea as you- you couldn’t even move without having to mumble an apology to someone. You simply held one of the beams tightly- you were too short to reach any of the handles- and waited.

You’d heard of girls getting felt up on the train before, and as ludicrous as some of the stories were, you didn’t doubt that it did in fact happen. Thankfully, it had never happened to you. You never dressed in a way that would yell “hey, come touch me”, but clothes didn’t really have much to do with it in the end. You liked to think that you blended into the crowd too much to catch anyone’s interest, much less a voyeuristic pervert.

So that’s why you were so surprised when you felt a hand on your ass.

You blinked a few times, processing this new and…strange feeling. Accidents happen, you thought. One time the train lurched to a stop suddenly and you were face-first into a lady’s chest… But this was no accident. Slender fingers groped and grabbed you from behind, and your heart began to pound. Your mind raced. Should you scream? Should you yell for help? Perhaps if you just ignored them they would go away. That’s what these perverts get off on anyway- a reaction, right? You peeked behind you out of the corner of your eye. You half expected to see some old guy in a business suit, drooling over a young woman’s body. You were surprised, though, to see a guy about your age, staring at his phone while nonchalantly grabbing your ass on public transit.

You opened your mouth to speak, but then, your eyes met his and you forgot how. His lips curled up into a smirk and you shivered, the hand on your ass now sliding to your front, his thumb rubbing your hip bone gently. You were now fully aware of the situation at hand- a painfully handsome man was now feeling you up on the subway and you kind of liked it. He winked at you, pressing his free hand to hips lips before going back to looking at his phone.

This is bad, you thought, his fingers prodding at the hem of your pants and you squeezed your thighs together. This is insane. This shouldn’t be happening…!

The train slowed and you felt his body press against your back- or rather, he took the opportunity to grind his hips against your ass and you bit your hand to stop yourself from moaning. Your eyes caught that of a man not far from you as he looked up from his watch. He knew the moment you looked into your eyes- your furrowed brow, your flushed cheeks, your pleading eyes.

Don’t look at me, you thought as the fingers you’d almost forgotten about slipped down your jeans and pressed against your clit. P-please– don’t look at me!

“Something wrong, kitten?” You boy behind you purred in your ear, and you were sure he could have made you cum right then and there if he really wanted to. “If you keep making faces like that, the whole train is gonna find out.”

You pulled a shaky hand away from your lips. “P-please,” you whined. “Don’t do this… I-I have a boyfriend, and if he–”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he said simply. He then grabbed your shoulders and turned you to face him, apologizing politely when he nudged the person beside him. How could he possibly smile so innocently at a time like this!? You had no time to react as his hand was right back down your jeans, plunging his middle finger knuckle deep inside you. You pressed your face against the front of his sweater, muffling the moan that escaped your lips. Tears stung your eyes because oh god, this was so humiliating and you were so wet and it felt so good.

He slid another finger inside you with ease and at this point you were holding on to him, your fingers desperately clinging at his sweater as he finger fucked you. You were a mess, your knees buckled and your face pressed against his chest. He simply looked around, peeking at his phone every so often, pretending like you weren’t even there, literally melting in his arms.

You should have felt relief when the train slowed once more, and you heard the automated message read off your station. However, you didn’t. You especially didn’t when this guy- this complete fucking stranger- pulled his fingers out of you, leaving this hot aching between your thighs. He turned, ready to step off the subway and join in the swarm of people, and you would never have to see him again, but he stopped when he felt the tug on his sleeve.

You didn’t mean to grab it. Your body just reacted on it’s own- an act of desperation. You held his sleeve tightly, refusing to actually look at him because you didn’t have to. The one simple action did all of the talking. You felt a hand press against your lower back, and you allowed him to lead you off the subway. Your face burned with embarrassment as he led you from the station, neither of you saying a word as he walked you down the street. He knew where he was going, and you knew where he was talking you, and you knew it was bad, and you didn’t care.

Just like you’d never been groped on a train until now, you’d also never been to a love hotel. You watched him as he smiled when he paid for the room, purring into your ear that he’d let you choose which one was your favorite. Honestly, you didn’t really care. You felt him squeeze your shoulder as you chose one of the first rooms you saw, watching the screen go black, signifying the fact that room was now occupied.

The room was nice, better than act actual normal hotel you’d ever been to. The bed looked comfy and there were way too many pillows than necessary. Though, you didn’t have much time to focus on their interior decorating before your attention was drawn to your companion, who closed the door behind him, and you could hear the automatic lock click.

“Don’t look so nervous, kitten,” he said, stepping toward you, his hand gently cupping your cheek. “I’m gonna take good care of you.”

For the first time, you really looked at him. His eyes were this beautiful, piercing gold and you understood why looking into them made your words fall short, and what’s up with that insane bedhead? You noticed the slight bags under his eyes and figured he was a college student just like you, which oddly enough put you at ease. You wouldn’t be here if he was a perverted salary man after all.

He led you over to the bed, instructing you to lay down. You stomach was doing back flips as he crawled between your legs, lifting your shirt a little to press kisses up your stomach and you moaned.

“Sensitive?” He murmured against your skin like he already knew, and your pleasured sigh answered his question. “You’re a naughty girl, you know that? Do you always let guys feel you up like this?”

“N-no,” you huffed, your hand reaching down to grab his hair as he unzipped your jeans.

“Oh?” He whistled. “Lucky me.”

He yanked your jeans down to your knees, not caring enough to actually get them all the way off before pressing his finger against your clit over your underwear. Your body squirmed at the touch- you wanted his fingers inside you again.

“Look how wet you got,” he kissed your thighs and you thought, this is what real torture feels like. “Did you like it when he watched you?”

Your body tensed at the memory of your eyes meeting that of another stranger on the subway- his mouth hanging open when he realized just what he was witnessing. You shivered with delight as he pushed your panties aside, rubbing your wet folds.

“I asked you a question kitten,” he growled. “Did you like having strangers watch you get wet?”

“No,” you shook your head, but despite your words, a heat rushed through your body. “N-no… no, I have a boyfriend…”

“You do like it,” he said firmly, sliding his finger slowly, so slowly inside you until he couldn’t go any deeper. “Because you’re a filthy little pervert. I could see it the moment I laid my eyes on you. I thought, you know, she’s probably a real freak. Am I right?”

You bit your lip, holding your breath as you tried your best to hold back your moans as he began moving his finger inside you.

“Answer me, kitten.”

“Y-yes,” you gasped. “Yes, yes.”

“Say it. Tell me that you’re a dirty little pervert.”

“I-I’m a dirty little pervert…!”

He hummed, giving you a knowing glance. “Yeah, you are.”

You stopped a smile from breaking across your lips as he finally, finally, put another finger inside you and started thrusting them. Your back arched off the bed, your fingers gripping at the sheets tightly. Your face contorted with pleasure, and you could hear him let out a breathy chuckle. You cried out in pleasure as he brought his lips to your clit, rolling it on his tongue, sucking on it and overall just driving you fucking crazy.

“M-more,” you pleaded, your voice raising a few octaves. “Harder.”

“Not so shy anymore, are we?” He grabbed your hips, pushing you back down on the bed. “But I don’t think so.” He pulled his fingers out of you and you let out a frustrated groan. “Patience, kitten,” he chided and you sent him a glare.

He sat himself up, straddling your hips, palming his growing erection beneath his sweatpants. You honestly hadn’t noticed he’d gotten hard- perhaps that’s what the sweatpants were for. You watched him in a lust filled haze- you wanted his clothes off and you wanted them off now, but you couldn’t do anything with him on top of you like this.

“Imagine what your boyfriend would think,” he said, slowly reaching into his sweatpants, “if he could see you right now. Under me, begging me to fuck you with your eyes.”

You flinched. “P-please don’t…”

“Does his cock not satisfy you?” He asked, pulling his own free from his clothes and wow, wow, he was big and you felt that aching between your thighs all over again. “Do you wanna give mine a go instead?”

You nodded.

He pulled your jeans off all the way, positioning himself between your legs. You shivered when his cock pressed up against your wet entrance, and he leaned forward, your noses almost touching.

“Ready?”

Again, you nodded.

He kissed you as he pushed himself inside you. The kiss was hot, and desperate and he was making a mess of your mouth with his tongue. Your fingers found purchase in that soft, tousled hair and you pulled and he moaned, his hips stuttering for a moment. He was filling you up so much and it felt so good, so right. You wanted him to move. You wanted him to fuck you into the mattress, you wanted him to pound you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk in the morning. You didn’t need to tell him any of that, because that’s exactly what he planned to do from the start.

He grabbed your hips and pulled out of you, and you whined into his mouth, feeling rather empty. It didn’t last for long, however, as he thrust back inside you, pushing himself to the hilt and you screamed and he smirked and god, oh god, you were sure this is how you were going to die. He thrust his hips at a quick pace and you clawed at his sweater- you wanted it off. You wanted to drag your nails down his back and bite him.

“O-off,” you breathed because that’s all you could say, and with an amused smirk his pace slowed as he pulled his sweater off. Your eyes wandered over his body and you were sure that you were dreaming, because no one this hot could exist, and you sure as hell wouldn’t be fucking you right now. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling you toward him once more, pushing his face into the crook of your neck. He took the opportunity to begin sucking at your skin, nipping and biting and fuck, he was gonna leave marks. “Y-you can’t,” you said, even though you made absolutely no move to stop him. “My boyfrie-ah! He oooooh god fuck– he’ll s-see…”

“Oh?” He hummed, reaching over to grab your jeans. You wondered for a moment what the hell he was doing not fucking you, but when he pulled out your cell phone your whole body tensed. “Well you better apologize, kitten,” he chuckled. “Apologize to your boyfriend. Tell him how sorry you are that your pussy is tight around someone else’s cock. Tell him how sorry you are, because you belong to me now.”

He pressed the phone to your ear, and it was only when you heard it begin to ring did he snap his hips back inside you and resume that rough, fast pace that made you squirm underneath him.

“—hello?”

Shit– you pressed your lips together to stop yourself from moaning, but the noises that were coming from lower, his skin slapping against yours every time he thrust into you, was something that you couldn’t stop.

“Go on,” he purred.

“I-I’m sorry…. I’m sorry, I’m s-sorry… I don’t need you a-anymoooooh my god… Oh fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck,” you hissed as he bucked his hips, his cock pressing against that sweet spot that made your toes curl.

“W….w-what?” You heard the voice on the other end of the call.

“Y-you heard me. I don’t want you anymore… Y-you don’t satisfy me like this big, thick cock inside me right now does~ I’d rather fuck a strangers cock than yours,” you moaned, feeling him drive his cock deeper inside you. This turned him on an unbelievable amount, you were sure, by the way he just couldn’t hold back his moans anymore. He pulled the phone away and tossed it to the side, grabbing your hair as he fucked you harder, and you just got louder. The bed creaked and your nails dug into his lower back as you hooked your leg around his hips.

“More,” you pleaded, because it was the only thing you could say. “Moremoremoremoremore–!”

“Are you gonna cum, kitten?” He asked, and you nodded. “Do you wanna cum on my cock? Do you wanna cum on a strangers cock?”

“Y-yes, oooh yes, yes, yes.”

“You’re such a bad, dirty girl… You’re such a little slut, I couldn’t stop you if I tried. Go on, you filthy cum bucket. I wanna feel that sweet little pussy get tight when you cum on my dick.”

His words sent you reeling, your eyes rolling back as your orgasm hit you like a fucking freight train. He grunted, fucking you through your orgasm until you where whining and pleading- oh god, no more, no more it’s too much I can’t- and then he pulled out of you, mumbling something about your pretty little face before he was cumming on it. You tasted the salty, warm liquid on your tongue, his cock twitching in his hand as his shoulders slumped, his chest heaving. It took you a moment to come down from your pleasure high, but the moment you came to your senses you wound your hand back and hit his shoulder with a loud smack.

“TETSUROU!” You shouted, and a grin broke across his face. “YOU SAW HIM LOOK AT ME! YOU SAW AND YOU DIDN’T STOP!?”

Kuroo leaned over, grabbing a tissue box from the bedside table and began cleaning your face. “I’m sorry, you were just being so naughty, how was I supposed to stop?”

“We could have gotten caught,” you pouted. “You’re the worst boyfriend ever.”

“Am I now? Are you gonna leave me and go fuck actual strangers now?” He grinned, pulling you down on the bed, wrapping his arms around you.

“Shut up. This was your idea in the first place.”

Kuroo hummed. “But you liked it.”

“Whatever. I’m still mad.”

“No, you’re not,” he chuckled. “You’re turned on, and you wanna go for round two.”

Elsewhere, Lev Haiba stared at his phone, his eyes wide and his face beet red. He wasn’t sure what was more embarrassing- what had just happened, or that he recognized the voices. He was confused, painfully aroused, and utterly ashamed at it all and he rushed to the bathroom to wonder how he’d gotten to this point in his life, and to jack off at the thought of his high school volleyball captain and his girlfriend fucking somewhere.

He groaned. “They have to stop doing this to me.”

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