#i will not tolerate hate on this post let me suffer in peace | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

bts5sosempire · 2 years

Text

cheese trap (i); forget-me-not

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: oikawa tooru x reader

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: slight yandere, slight suggestive, obsession, bully! oikawa, power dynamic, cussing, use of threat, mention of indirect kiss

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2,991

𝐚/𝐧: more semi-dark post after some regular posting—time for me to suffer 🤠 after doing some shit-posting. I got a lot of dark stuff in my drafts or archive; if interested, please let me know since I rarely post it. NOT PROOFREAD PROPERLY.

As a child, you couldn't remember when was the last time the chocolate boy wouldn't stop bothering you and treating you like a second-class citizen. Oikawa Tooru was an enigmatic person, he was hard to forget by most, but to you, he was nothing but a thorn to the side. But when you grow older and Oikawa shifted away from being such a menace when you got rid of a few bugs for him on the different occasions that he started warming up to you, this doesn't make you like him any less or more. You tolerate him to a certain extent until he starts inviting himself into your little friend group, conversations, and showing up at the most unconventional time to create dispute. You told him repeatedly that you don't appreciate him following you around or him trying to stick close to you like glue when he has Iwazumi for that, to which Iwazumi shot you a glare.

It's not that Oikawa cares about the memo; if he forces himself not to read what you present to him. Oikawa thinks he wouldn't be able to be held accountable if he were to remain and feign ignorance of the problem. With his looks and popularity with the Aunties, it's not hard for him to gain favors around the block when he straight up lies with teary eyes and pulls the best global acting you ever saw when he says to them that you're bullying him or you don't want to play with him. The older women would coo and try to make Oikawa feel better with head pats and back rubs, even offering sweets too, and then it was your turn to be chastised by them. Your indifference turned to annoyance, then to hate, when you saw that smug look that Oikawa presented when you're being taught to be gentle since you're a girl. Young girls ought to have better manners. Words travel to your mother's ears, and then play dates between you and Oikawa were set up frequently at either your place or his for you to get along with the 'Nice Neighborhood Boy,' Oikawa. Playing House with you (as his wife and him as the husband) or volleyball was his favorite way to pass the time. You made it an objective to push/ keep Oikawa as far as possible whenever your mother or his isn't around; your scowl and dislike of Oikawa were brushed off by Oikawa himself, him thinking that you were throwing a tantrum that you'll get around to like him.

The play dates only stop when you end up socking Oikawa in the nose when he made fun of your friends and even called them lame. Even your attitude had made your mother horrified. You were a relatively calm and tight lip child, but to see you lay a hand on another was uncalled for; your mother made you apologize to Oikawa and his mother, and you begrudgingly did so after so much nagging. Your mother never bothered to ask you why either, and your relationship with her instantly made you shut yourself off. Your father does take the time to coax you to talk to him as you refuse to open your mouth and do not even try to hold eye contact. Hating the feeling of being stifled, you told your father what Oikawa did and had said with reluctance on some parts, but it still spill out as you remember them clearly in your head, to which he took your side surprisingly. You thought he would be like your mother.

You still remember the talk you vaguely overheard when your father conversed with your mother that he forbid Oikawa from coming over no matter how much the boy had begged, seeing how much the boy had disturbed your peace and wellbeing. Your mother brushed it off as *boys will be boys, and blah blah blah,' thought, seeing Oikawa as harmless. Still, your father mentioned you were in tears when talking about Oikawa's treatment to where you don't want to be friends with someone like him, which results in resentment build-up over time, and you did what you had to do to Oikawa. That made your mother change course quickly.

True to your father's prediction, Oikawa came around a week later, begging to play with you. He makes himself a starry-eyed child that makes him look perfect to anyone who couldn't find him to be in the wrong. Your mother was conflicted upon seeing the boy, but with a stern 'no,' she turned him away with an excuse of why you're not available. You only play with your friends when you know that Oikawa is done playing or hanging out with Iwazumi sometimes; this doesn't exterminate the fact that you would still see him from time to time. Even if he tries to play with you, you turn tail and run straight home, avoiding coming out. Oikawa would sometimes wait outside your house to see if you would come out, but the moment he saw you spread the blinds open and peered outside for any signs of him, and if you saw him, you just refused to come out. This results in him hiding in bushes or areas you couldn't see or find him, and when you saw no one, you would leave your house to play, but your excellent eyesight would catch his figure, and you would run back inside.

It wasn't until you stopped coming to elementary school and Oikawa went by your house that he saw the 'sale' sign hanging above your gated door. You had moved away, and Oikawa was inconsolable for the first few weeks. Even Iwazumi thought he already was a crybaby, but your leaving had caused the dam to break that Oikawa would cry on end in the neighborhood every day until he got sick.

Until time passes by, you become nothing more than a figment in Oikawa's memory. The pain aches from time to time, and then it dulls away. Somewhere lost deep inside those memories he thought were precious (the opposite to you, apparently, lol), Oikawa held them dearly.

Oikawa heard there was going to be a transferred student joining his class from abroad in the middle of the school year as a 3rd year. Who knew you would come back into Oikawa's life like a whirlwind? He was astonished upon seeing you again, brightening up the class with your greeting and introduction. Even the smile you held was captivating. When was the last time he saw you smile? Probably when you both were children.

To say you didn't recognize Oikawa was a blow he didn't expect, considering you were seated next to him as a seatmate. You remain passive throughout the class and indulge in the curriculums, only talking when the teacher picks you for answering, or you ask the teacher in general. Now looking up at you closely, Oikawa noticed that you had grown up very well; your skin was relatively supple, with no blemish in place, your hair was styled neatly and crisp. Even the makeup you wore was light enough to be undetected.

"How can I help you?" You ask, without looking up from excesses of notes, that others are willing to lend theirs for you to copy. Tucking a loose hair strand behind your ears, you scribble away and work on your practice work.

"I just thought that you look familiar to someone that I used to know," your hand movement came to a halt before going back to writing immediately.

You: "Oh?"

Oikawa smiles at this, 'You do remember me? How cruel of you to make me suffer?' With the small reaction, he clings to it. "It was quite mean of you to leave me alone without saying goodbye." Oikawa fake pouts and leans closer to your table by tilting his body over.

"I don't remember us being friends," you snark back quickly, "You were an asshole child too, and it seems to have followed you to this age." Angling your body away from him, you abruptly stood up and quickly went to the teacher and asked them about a question you were stuck understanding. But you didn't see how Oikawa's eyes darkened, which held a dangerous glint.

A few weeks passed; Oikawa didn't both you as much, and you were thankful for and quite suspicious simultaneously. Finding friends wasn't much of a problem since everyone gravitated toward you as the new student. The girls were hanging around you, complimenting and talking your ears off about the latest trend that's going on in the fashion world and what's taking over the internet. When you're alone, the boys will butter you up, asking to show you around the campus while inviting you to their games or practices.

"Look out!" You looked and saw where the voice came from and saw a volleyball hurdling straight towards you; with the proper reaction, you ducked down and avoided the ball. "Sorry!" Someone runs up to your location and peers down at you, "Are you alright?" The person extends a hand in your field vision, and you look up to see who the owner is and see it is a boy who has dark hair and olive green eyes.

Standing up and brushing imaginary dust away on your school skirt, you felt suddenly awkward. "I'm fine; watch out where you're hitting the ball next time."

"Iwazumi, are they alright?" Another volleyball player shouted from across the yard.

So this is Iwazumi Hajime, Oikawa's best friend since childhood. You still vaguely remember him as someone who Oikawa clings to when you're not around, and you doubt that Iwazumi highly recognizes you, too, unless Oikawa's big mouth had already blurted you to him and talked his ears off.

"They are," Iwazumi bent down to pick up the ball that had bounced back against the wall earlier and had landed near you. "Shittykawa has been talking about you nonstop," they whisper just for you to hear, "and they're pretty restless that you're not responding to them."

"That's his problem, not mine. He's the one who left me alone," you answer right back without a thought, then it takes you a second to realize what you've just said to Iwazumi. You were going to say something right afterward but then decided to shut up. The mention of Oikawa's name always brings you distaste and displeasure, so your brain always comes up with an automatic response to that curse at that insufferable boy.

"Words of advice, don't take him lightly." With that, Iwazumi walks away and continues with his volleyball.

Another few weeks passed, and it was morning; you were pulling your school materials out of your desk and quickly winced when you felt something sharp poke your finger. It's like lightning has struck you; you check your finger and notice it bleeding. Searching your school bag, you took out a bandaid and wrapped it around the wound; you always carry a small medical kit just in case you or others got hurt. You carefully kneel and peer inside your desk to find thumb tacks. Sweeping the sharp objects out carefully, you went to throw them away and recheck your desk for anymore while setting your school stuff onto the desk. It was still early in the morning, and there wasn't a soul inside the classroom, so you didn't know who had done it.

It's going to be a long day.

(A/n: (n/n) -> nickname)

Oikawa was paying half attention to the lesson since there were only a few minutes left till the class ended, and he side-eyed you; it wasn't until he saw the band-aid around your forefinger that he grinned. "Did (n/n)-chan hurt herself?"

"You have eyes, don't you? Or did your contact lenses fail you?" Oikawa's smile is even broader than before; you can feel it. He made it no secret that you're his target, just like when you were children.

"Why don't we hang out later?" The latter asks, leaning his upper body over. You quickly glare at him, side-eyeing.

You: "You were forbidden to hang out with me, remember?"

Oikawa: "Ah, yes. I remember now. Do you still hold it against me when I said those losers don't deserve to hang out with you?"

You: "Until the day I die, so of course I do."

Oikawa: "We can let bygones be bygones, can we?"

You: "I rather we not; my fist still aches to kiss your nose again."

The final bell ended, and every student rushed out of the classroom. You were still packing up; Oikawa didn't bother to as his gaze was out the orange glow of the sunset. It wasn't until the classroom emptied that you would leave too. "You're always like this," Oikawa spoke up from behind you, and your steps paused. "Always leaving me behind and never looking at me." You grip your school bag straps tightly in your hands. "You know, maybe what I did as a kid was pretty bad, but you can't hold it against me forever."

"Who in the hell gave you permission to tell me what I could and couldn't feel?" You reel in on your heels and face Oikawa, whose expression is blank as a canvas. It was so empty that it wasn't the same guy you would see who would grace every girl with his killer smile. You were almost stunned. "You're always picking on me as a kid, even now. I don't like you and will never, Oikawa; you're so insufferable that you must make everything about you. I don't know what is so special about me that made you want to be in my presence so bad, but stop, it's so fucking pathetic and stupid. You have your fangirls for that, don't you? Go to them since they're the ones who are willing to cheer you up for everything. So leave me alone."

Oikawa just scoffed at you like he was hearing something funny for the first time. His body shook lightly before it grew more powerful as he laughed.

*Is he mocking me?'

"You hate me? I can't let you do that," Oikawa brushed an artificial tear away, calming himself down, "I was going to let you off easily, but I guess I will have to bring it up a notch. I WILL make sure that I'll be the only thing that matters to you."

"Are you an idiot? I said I want you to leave me alone." You roughly express your words in a loud attitude, annoyance making its way onto your face. Quickly turning on your heels, you would like nothing more than to not spend another second in the room with that deranged asshole. But before you can move your feet, you yelp out as you were startled when Oikawa's tight grip was on your wrist, cutting off any blood circulation you might've had. You wonder how he could even get across the room without you noticing anything.

Oikawa flipped you around to meet his vacant eyes as he used his free hand on your lower back. Pushing you up against him, you both were pelvic to pelvic against one another; any other movement would entice the air to change heavily to something else.

"What do you think you're doing?" You ask out in alarm, trying to pull away from Oikawa, but he wouldn't budge.

Oikawa brings his face closer to you, "You don't ignore me unless I say so (n/n)-chan, I could make your life a living hell." There was a hint of fear that flashed across your eyes, and he was enjoying every second of it. "Now be a good girl; I'll let you go as long as you listen to me." You went still, and he smiled. Oikawa should've known it didn't take much to chip away your formidable walls with the right of threat. He eyes your glossy lips that were plush and glowing against the evening brunt sky, "Since you remember clearly that I do have a fanbase, it would be bad if you do something stupid to me that could trigger them. I could let them eat and trample you alive if I wish."

Oikawa releases your wrist, and you snatch it back with incredible speed. He only lets out a little smidge of chuckles before using that free hand to cup your chin. His thumb pressed against your soft lips gently, and the lip gloss instantly transferred over, filling in the slight indentation of lines. To make a small mess, he smudges the front to the corner of your lips, wiping a great deal off before retracting his thumb back, bringing it to his lips. Oikawa pastes against his own before parting his mouth open, eyes never wavering as he dares you to look away when his tongue slides out sensually to lick off the gloss. He could taste the flavor of vanilla.

You want to throw him across the room for humiliating you like this, much less threatening you too. Oikawa would never change, you know that; he was a person who would always get his way no matter what if he was or wasn't the one getting his hands dirty. You hate to admit it, but you should've seen this coming from a far distance. Maybe heeding Iwazumi's words for once would be a wise choice, considering you labeled him the same as Oikawa.

"Are you happy now?" You glower at him, and his expression change instantly. Now the sunny Oikawa is back.

"All done!" He let go of you, and you didn't waste time creating a considerable distance and leaving the classroom in a rush.

Oikawa's eyes trail to where you left before he looks back at his thumb; an indirect kiss is probably the closest thing he could get to you now. He needs to bide his time.

If he wants you all to himself.

#fan fiction #masterlist #hq oikawa #oikawa toru x reader #yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere oikawa #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#anime #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x imagines #yandere x reader #yandere imagines

103 notes · View notes

purebakuluv · 1 year

Text

hello!! i hope this crosses the right people again</3 this is the third time i post this</33 but anyways, i made this header so hopefully this shows my dedication for this series:’) do not hesitate to leave any feedback, reblogs/comments are welcomed:)

warning // implied intimacy though not specified, swearing, our sweet green haired boy has been goin thru it, more characters!!

part 4 of part 1, 2, 3

for the first time in her life, the world seemed.. peaceful. no waking up in the middle of the night, hurriedly putting her hero costume, and abandoning her apartment. her hand trailed to the side next to her but found no one, quickly, she covered herself with the thick sheet and stood up from the bed. frantically looking around for any signs until she heard the bedroom door open.

“you’re doing that thing i hate, hocus-pocus. the one where you’re all bug eyed with that big sad pout.”

a breathy sigh escaped her lips and a smile soon taking its place. she looked at him, something about him being right here.. it wasn’t wrong. but deep down she knew it wasn’t right either.

“i thought you were go-ne, i-i tri-tried…” her voice began to brittle, the pain was still there within her. she still dreamt about it even with him right next to her, arms around each other. she knew this wasn’t going to last but she was going to try.

the girl felt arms wrap around her, the holder exhaled deeply. “loser,” the gruff voice started, the very one she grew accustomed and loved. “i’m right here.”

for how long? she thought. how long am i going to have this?

“cmon get up, i made us breakfast and it’s probably already cold because of your dumbass.” she scoffed while the other smirked, picking her up and placing her over his shoulder.

“wait! kats, i’m naked! let me get dressed!”

“no can do, breakfast is gettin’ cold.”

“you son of a - PUT ME DOWN!”

izuku midoriya is not a quitter. more so if it came to y/n, that word was nonexistent. so when he was standing right outside where y/n took all the residents and created her own world, something began to creep its way into his brain, something he was all too familiar with.

doubt.

could he really do it alone?

he couldn’t get that this was all his fault in the first place out of his head. maybe if he was a bit faster, maybe if he ignored the blond’s demands.. he still would’ve been here and none of this would have even happened. the trio would’ve been taking care of other world problems, hell, midoriya would’ve suffered more of bakugo’s bullying but all would’ve been worth it because of her. she made all tolerable.

before he took a step in, a hard hand placed on his shoulder to stop him. the green haired male swiftly jumped back and faced the other in a fighting stance.

“midoriya? chill man! i should’ve probably said something when i did that- sorry.” the voice let out a chuckle.

realization hit midoriya, confused and with large eyes he slowly stood normally. “kirishima? what are you doing here?!”

“i am here too.”

the freckled boy let out a shrill, his eyes landing on a certain half haired male. “todoroki?!”

“deku,” the crimson haired male began, shifting his vision to the other, he saw how defeated he was. the bag under his eyes was similar to his. “i heard about y/n.. i was angry at first when the news came out that she brought him back but when i heard ochaco and some of the others bad mouth her- i couldn’t just sit there- she’s one of us, man! she needs us and we’re doing nothing but talk down on her!” kirishima looked up towards the sky, this part of town was almost never lit. “i want to help her as much as she helped me when we were students in UA, the amount of times when i felt i was useless, she was right there to throw those thoughts away. i-i want to help her, midoriya…”

“since we’re sharing our feelings here, i might as well share this.”

the two males shift their attention to the peppermint boy, rubbing the back of his neck, he sighed.

“i loved y/n way before she and bakugo became exclusive, even way before U.A,” he knitted his eyebrows together, his own gaze finding interest with the grass below him. “believe it or not, i even confessed to her.”

inside of U.A. on campus gym

the sound of giggling rang in young todoroki’s ears, a sound that he could almost mistakenly confuse with those of an angel.

“god, i love going against you, sho! you never fail to give me a good fair fight.” “isn’t really fair when you manipulate my brain to see a bunch of endeavors.” y/n stifled a laugh while todoroki sulked. “even worse when they try to hug me.” with that the young girl exploded with laughter to which the boy smiled and stared at her in awe.

“it’s a shame bakugo got to you first.”

now silence filled the air.

“sho don’t-“

“i have to get this off my chest, y/n.” the two toned boy sighed, reaching for her hand to which she allowed. this was her best friend after all, she knew he wouldn’t overstep his boundaries unless she agreed.

“i hope he treats you as you deserve to be treated because trust me when i say, i won’t hesitate to make you mine when he lets his guard down.”

but of course, bakugo never did.

and of course word got back to the ash blond as that irrelevant nosey kid from class 1-b taunted the explosive boy that his hocus pocus girlfriend was now the main goal of that icy hot bastard. bakugo thought this could go in two ways, he could either beat that half and half bastard into a pulp or do something that could benefit both.

he was leaning towards the first option but once the image of y/n appeared in his head, he backtracked.

…

“todoroki, what’re you saying? kacchan?…”

“bakugo and i made a deal.”

“what kind of deal, man?”

heterochromatic eyes stared at both males in front of him, “if bakugo was ever to be out of the picture, i’d have to keep her safe from harming herself and others but also..”

“also?”

“i could finally pursue her.”

#bakugou x you #mha bakugou #bakugo imagine #bakugo katsuki #light_writes #mha midoriya #deku midoriya #mha todoroki #mha angst #bakugo angst #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha x reader #mha x y/n #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x reader

37 notes · View notes

kagejima · 10 months

Text

Addressing Some Things

At the end of the low interaction discussion awhile ago, I said some closing statements to attempt to bring some comfort, and I would like to do the same now as this discussion of feeling lonely on Tumblr comes to a close.

I know I said I would not tolerate callout posts in this event, and while this is not a direct callout post itself, I desperately feel like the following needs to be said. Three types of groups that I have seen in my time here will be addressed in this post.

I’m going to be completely honest when I say this. This community (as in the anime writing / content creating community) has changed. It has changed, in my eyes, wildly for the worse.

Maybe I was blissfully unaware back then. Maybe it was always like this. But I don’t think that I’m alone in saying that the community has changed and is going in an incredibly bad direction.

To many of us, this was a safe space to us. It was a space for us to yell unhinged about our blorbos to escape real-life stress. But now, to many of us, this space is no longer safe, and that saddens me to my very core.

Some people on here are wonderful. They are beautiful and lovely and they bring so much light and happiness into the world. And unfortunately, a large chunk of people in this category have left completely due to how toxic it has become. I can only hope they are out there living their best life. Some of you who fall into this category are still here, and if you are like me, you are hanging by a thread, continuing to stay here for interactions with those that you love.

To the above group, whether you decide to stay or leave here, I need you to listen to me carefully. It is hard, I know. It is hard to remain caring. It is hard to remain open-hearted. It is fucking hard to see so much evil in the world and still try to remain optimistic and trusting. But your kindness, your caring nature, and your big heart is what is needed most in the world. Do not let others turn out your light. Your light is needed. You are needed.

There are also those on here who are the reason the community has gone sour. Their bullying, in many different forms, goes completely unchecked, and it has made this space unsafe for many. And while some get caught, there are some who are better at hiding how terrible of a person they really are.

And if you feel like this is me calling you out, it is.

As Kesha says in “Praying”,

Sometimes I pray for you at night. Someday maybe you'll see the light. Some say in life, you’re gonna get what you give. But some things, only God can forgive.

While I am no longer a religious person, these lyrics best sum up my feelings towards you. I hope that someday in your life, you will learn to heal from whatever it is that is causing you to suffer. But bullying on tumblr, making others feel unsafe, weaponizing your followers, will not heal you. Being a mean girl will not heal you. Deep down, you know that.

To those that see these sorts of bad things happening and are afraid to speak up about it, I would also like to say something to you. I’m not saying that you have to call these people out on their actions. You need to do whatever is necessary to protect your peace. Your peace, your mental well-being, is incredibly important. To some, protecting their peace comes in the form of leaving it be and never interacting with these people. I understand. You are completely within your rights to do that. Again, you need to do whatever you feel is necessary to protect your own peace. But to those that indulge those that perpetrate the bullying or hate – People that do not take responsibility for their words and actions and constantly put the blame on others are people you should not be around. As a fan or as a friend. Period.

I would love for this community to go back to the way it was, but if all of the people causing the drama continue to go unchecked, I cannot see that happening.

But as I wind down this post, I would like to leave you all with lyrics from the Frank Turner song "Be More Kind".

History's been leaning on me lately. I can feel the future breathing down my neck. And all the things I thought were true when I was young, and you were too, turned out to be broken, and I don't know what comes next.

In a world that has decided that it's going to lose its mind, Be more kind, my friends, try to be more kind.

To most of you, I wish you nothing but the best in life.

And to the rest, I hope one day you can heal from the pain someone else caused you and just be a better person.

#🎤: rae is in the vocal booth #ok to reblog

8 notes · View notes

pompadourpink · 2 years

Note

hello mother just turned 21 and started living and I'm OVERWHELMED lol what can I do to be sure that I'm doing the right thing??

Hello dear,

Note: this person added "started living BY MYSELF LOL* in another message.

The first thing I want to say is that finding out what the right thing is for you is going to take a long time, because you're too young and inexperienced at the moment to know who you are, and that makes you unable to know what you want. In the meantime, try to do what feels right (even if it's scary - you will rarely regret your actions but often torture yourself thinking about missed opportunities) and you'll get there eventually. Avoid making long-term commitments before you turn 25, let that frontal lobe develop in peace.

I have come to hate self-depreciation. In my experience, it's a confession. You're not joking, you're asking for validation. But keep telling your brain that you are worthless, and it will start believing you. Take a look at my recent asks, my #malks posts. They're filled with young people apologizing for the stupidity of their questions or their ignorance. They wouldn't need to talk to me if they were C2; of course, they don't know. I get to decide if the question is dumb, and it is never dumb, because it shows curiosity, desire to improve, intelligence, and I can hardly think of better qualities. Treat yourself the way you would treat 8-year-old you, and don't tolerate anything you wouldn't want that kid to go through.

Be also nice to others, even when they don't deserve it. Avoid raising your voice, being rude, gossiping, etc. There are always people listening and tattling, and you don't know when you'll meet them again. (Being nice is not being a therapist, don't allow people who suffer to trauma dump on your head.)

A few recommendations here and there: 1/ When you start something, give it a fair chance, and if you can't seem to enjoy it, drop it. You don't have to commit to finishing the book or the degree, to continuing the relationship or the trip if you are hating it. Value your time. 2/ If you need help, ask for it. E-mail your professor. Go get diagnosed. Reach out to a friend. Your well-being is valuable and you deserve to feel good. 3/ Don't give a second chance to people to disrespect you. The guy who ignores you? Out. The pick-me friend who ridicules you in public? Beat it. The aunt who calls you fat? Scram.

I don't know if I need to mention finances but save as much as you can, only buy what you can afford twice, go for the quality item the first time and don't let brands or influencers tell you what you need. Also, while I do agree that you should behave like the person you want to be, avoid behaving like the person you dream of being but won't become because it's incompatible with you. No heel collection if you can really only survive in flats.

Finally, since you live alone, know how to handle catastrophes by yourself.

Love,

Mum

#ask #malks

22 notes · View notes

gilly-bj · 3 years

Text

1: This is not a “why Levi will end up with Mikasa”, at all. I’m not trying to boost our confidence in RM because I don’t want us to get hurt again, okay? Fine. Always remember that those 10 pages might be even worse than 139 but we will never stop shipping RM . Always remember the 138 beautiful chapters and ignore the shitty one.

2: looong post.

3: Constructive hmhmh no criticism to Erem*ka. Now let’s start.

No one ever asked me why I think Levi is the right man for Mikasa (and viceversa); when I interact with non rivamikas, they are too busy hating on me and my ship to show a bit of respect and interest towards my opinions and thoughts. I wrote this post because I think that this question needs to be answered, especially after 139. These are six reasons why I think that Levi deserves to be Mikasa’s man.

(I’m doing Levi version first because Mikasa is the one who’s in a toxic “relationship” with a possessive “man”)

i) He helped her with her development.

Since Season 1, Levi has always helped Mikasa to grow as a person. In fact, Levi was the first one who made her realize that her actions have consequences that sometimes are not very pleasant. She understood that, even if Eren is in danger, the other people around her exist and they might get hurt because of her reckless behaviors. Talking about Eren, only with Levi, Mikasa stopped being Eren’s obsessive mother and became an independent woman, which is exactly the opposite of what she’s now with her “love” Eren. I think that Levi will help Mikasa to move on from Eren once he will return to Paradise, and I also think that she will find someone to love. I remember Armin’s words in 139:

The fact that three years have passed and Mikasa is still single makes me realize that probably this “someone” is a man from her group of friends. They left her alone for three years (clap clap 👏 good job, you too Levi 😒), and she hasn’t fallen in love during those years, so maybe once they will return to Paradise she will meet again this “someone” and they will finally fall in love. Now, we have three candidates for this role:

Jean

Levi

Connie yes im serious

I know that Jean had a crush on Mikasa but, I think that he doesn’t love her anymore. To me, Jean realized that his feelings were not returned so He decided to give up on her, if he had feelings for her, he would have followed her to Paradise, don’t you think? And I think that Jean deserves more; I believe that you shouldn’t wait your crush for years, if you both fall in love then fine but if one of the two as a crush on the other for more than 5 years but the other doesn’t return his/her feelings then the other should say bye 👋🏻

Then we have Levi, and Connie yes I’m serious. I have already said why I think that Levi will help Mika to move on so I repeat myself. And I ship Conkasa 🙃🙂 nahhh im joking but they are cute.

ii) He respects her.

It was confirmed various times trough the story that Levi respects Mikasa, and viceversa. Respect is one of the “rudiments” of a relationship. Yesterday, I was reading this article online about why respect is important in a relationship, and the first point got me in a particular way:

“1. Respect sees through the good and learns to accept the bad. When you are in love with someone, all you see are their best qualities, both inside and out. At the same time, you set aside their flaws and weaknesses, to tolerate these as much as you can. Respect doesn’t work that way.

When you have respect for the person you chose to be in a relationship with, you come to accept the person’s beauty and flaws, the bitter and sweet, and good and the bad. And from the acceptance, you both learn to adjust to each other’s systems and come up with a compromise that you can live with. Toppled with love, respect serves as the fuel to keep any relationship moving”

The last part reminds me of Rivamika; Levi and Mikasa both know that the other has his own beauty and flaws, and they accept each other that way. They don’t set those flaws aside to tolerate each other more, they just accept them and they love each other the way they are. With Eren instead, Mikasa has always set aside his flaws because she didn’t want to see them and she always misinterpreted his actions. I want to see an independent woman and not a girl who doesn’t want to accept that her crush is not perfect. Mikasa has to understand that it’s okay if she says “fuck you” for once. Wake up girl.

iii) He cares for her.

Levi has always cared for Mikasa since Season 1, even if I think that in the beginning, he cared for her just as a simple soldier since they didn’t know each other that much. After their first meeting, things changed on Levi’s side and on Mikasa’s as well; she learned to respect him, and Levi started to understand that gloomy brat, to the point that she became special to him; indeed, the way Levi treats Mikasa is very different from the way he treats everyone else, even the other women (Petra, Hisu, Hanji, Sasha) Please my Mika wake up. It’s sad that many think it’s just simple affection because “oh they are cousins he loves her just like a sister bla bla bla”. Sorry to tell you but I don’t have that much tension with my brother 😏😏 and some blind people still say that he hates when he:

Broke his ankle to save her

Always reminds her to calm down and to not be reckless because she can hurt the others but also herself

Always looks at her from afar to check if she’s okay

Literally cried when she was having one of her headaches (138)

Blind people 😏

iiii) He understands her.

Levi understands Mikasa’s feelings; they are very similar, and Mikasa found herself in situations Levi had already lived, from loosing her friends and family to the awakening of their power. And that’s also why Levi plays a big part in her development; remember in Season 1 when Annie kidnapped Eren and Mikasa lost her mind? Okay so when Levi saw her like that, he reminded of his younger self’s reaction to Isabel and Farlan’s death, and that’s why he acted in a soft way towards her; he already knew that in that situation, she wouldn’t have even looked at him if he didn’t act in a soft way. He knew she was lost so he took control of the situation.

Screenshot from: chapter 30.

iiiii) He’s a real man.

In my personal vocabulary, 139 Eren doesn’t fit the definition of man. Someone that treats a woman like that doesn’t deserve to be called “man” (same with women obviously). To me, a man is someone that’s able to respect his lover, that doesn’t treat her like an object and that thinks about her happiness first (that’s literally what love means lmao) (and more). Saying “I want her to be happy” is not enough when he wrapped the scarf around her again, knowing that she was suffering and she was not able to set herself free. If Eren really loved her, he wouldn’t wrapped the scarf around her again. Levi instead fits my definition of “man”, I’d say perfectly. He has always respected her, and he wants the best for Mikasa. He showed to love her, at least platonically, numerous times, he showed care about her physical and mental well-being. I think that Levi could make Mikasa feel loved, what her “lover” Eren has never done since he always treated her badly. Mikasa doesn’t know much about relationships, and Levi too, but with Levi she would understand what a real relationship looks like. And personally, I don’t want Mikasa to end up with someone like 139 Eren.

iiiiii) He his her ideal type and they share the same life goals.

Two months ago, I wrote this post named “How much are Mikasa and Levi compatible?”. There I listed all the reasons why I believe that Levi and Mikasa are each other’s ideal type. I’m not going to repeat myself, so if you want to read it, click here. Anyway, they share the same life goals, that are: a peaceful life in the middle of nature and a family since they both have a soft spot on children.

What do you think? Do you have other reasons why you think that Levi is perfect for Mikasa? I hope you liked this post and feel free to share your opinions!

#gilly bj #rivamika #levimka #levi x mikasa

163 notes · View notes

warriorlid14 · 3 years

Note

Please do elaborate

OKAY SO PACIFISM IS A PRIVILEGE!!

Like, okay. Obviously we all want to live in a peaceful society where no one gets hurt and all problems are solved with discussions and civility.

But that assumes that everyone is civil.

So this post was about the hunger games, right? We have a society where citizens are basically slaves. Where if you speak up, you will be killed. Where if you try to feed your family, you will be beaten (hi Gale). Where you have no freedoms. No rights. No voice.

How are people supposed to react? By sending angry letters to Snow? By knocking on the doors of your fellow citizens? No. The only thing they could do was rebel. Was fight back.

"But people died!" Yeah, and that sucks. That really, really sucks. But what was the alternative? People were already dying. People were already suffering. There was no quality of life. Kids were born into extreme poverty, and if they were unlucky, they starved to death or were drafted into the murder games. If they were lucky, they got to live a full what, 60 years maybe, working to their deaths.

Seriously, what do you expect them to do?

But ok, let's talk about Gale. Because of course this was about Gale, my favorite revolutionary boy.

Because there's this idea that Gale isn't kind. That he isn't compassionate or is heartless. And for a second, let's put aside everything he does for Katniss, her family, Peeta, and his district during the course of the series. Why do you think he's fighting, y'all?

Because he's bloodthirsty? Because he gets a kick out of killing people? For shits and giggles? No. It's because he cares. He cares very much about his world, about his district, about society, about random strangers who have been hurt by the Capitol. This is the same kid who, long before Katniss was reaped and he was whipped and his district was destroyed, was out in the woods ranting about justice and about the cruelties the Capitol was committing.

And, okay, I'm not going to sit here and pretend that hatred and revenge wasn't a factor in all of this. Or that he didn't let it get in the goal of justice. But like, this is a kid who has suffered and struggled his entire life. Whose dad was killed. Whose best friend was taken by the Capitol twice. Who was tortured for trying to feed his family. Who watched his home and his district burn to the ground. What, are we saying that we personally wouldn't be angry if even one of these things had happened to us?

Did he go too far at times? Yeah, sure. Or well, he wanted to, but let's not forget that his plan to kill everyone in the Nut was shut down by the adults in the room because they recognize that you shouldn't let angry, traumatized teenagers make that decision. (Also, side note, but pet peeve of mine: can we pls stop acting like the Nut was some residential area? The Nut was a military base. The Nut was responsible for the aerial strikes that killed thousands upon thousands of people. They had to take it down to win the war. To, ya know, stop thousands of more people being murdered. And by the time Gale went to the D2, the rebels were out of options. And yes, obviously, his suggestion to cut them completely off was callous, but it was shut down because the adults in the room knew that he was reliving the worst moment of his life "We watched children burn to death and there was nothing we could do!")

Gale was trying to end the war and free himself, his family, his country from an oppressive regime. I'm sorry that his way of fighting wasn't, like, hugging peacekeepers and trying to convert them. Because, hey, that's not how fighting oppression works. At least not when society is as far gone as Panem.

Katniss is right when she says that at some point you have to turn around and fight back. Hell, even Peeta was like "yeah no, I'll probably kill if I have to". Because, yeah, I'm sorry, but the stakes at hand were um... let's see, more children drafted into murder games. Uhhh more people dying. More horrific work conditions and atrocities. Uhhh all the characters we love dead. Because, seriously, what do we think was going to happen if they lost the war? Things were going to be better? Snow was going to pardon all of the rebels? Losing wasn't an option. So you best believe Gale was trying very hard not to lose.

Also, okay, this idea that Gale hates all capitolites? I mean, partially true. But it's not about being a Capitolite. He was perfectly fine working with Plutarch and Cressida and the capitol rebels. He didn't love the prep team (for obvious reasons. That's a whole other rant that someone can ask me to get into later) but he also tolerated them and tried to be civil because they weren't a threat (and also for Katniss). Do you know who he does hate? Those working for the oppressive regime.

It's just- someone fighting for their liberation, even if they retaliate with violence, is never on the same grounds as their oppressors. And i know that this has turned into an incohesive rant, but the reason all this discussion about Gale makes me so angry is because stuff like this happens in real life all the time.

I mean, I know it's unfair, but what I hear when people go "but Gale is so angry :/ " is people telling minorities to shut up and that their struggles aren't that bad. (Because, quick reminder that Gale is a POC). it's people going "I support BLM, but destroying property is never the answer".

Sometimes you have to fight back. Sometimes you can't afford to sit back and do nothing because going so means living in subpar conditions. And if you can afford it, if that doesn't affect you, then that's a privilege.

#pls feel free to add to my incoherent rant #gale hawthorne #thg #the hunger games

30 notes · View notes

haruno-sakura-san · 3 years

Text

Can't remember if I posted this before, but I was reading through my notes on my phone and found it. Either way, enjoy this playful one shot with Sakura and a mystery man!

🌸❓

"Rough day?" A man who slid into the seat next to Sakura at the bar asked. "None of your business." She snubbed him. "It's been a while since ive seen a leaf nin drink like that," he observed unprompted. She mentally noted that she wasn't wearing her heite. He was either assuming from her gear or he recognized her. "I'm off duty." "I would hope so." Her gaze cut back over to him. A hood and tinted glasses obscured any identify features, but even so he looked incredibly mundane. In her line of work, that was also incredibly dangerous. "Listen, you seem like a nice guy-" "That assumptions a bit premature." "But I'm not here to meet anyone so if you don't mind-" "Actually I do." She glared at him for a long moment, not wanting to be interrupted again. "See, I'm waiting for someone myself." He offered finally. "You don't say" her tone thick with disinterest. "But I'm beginning to think I've been stood up." He sounded more amused than put out. She wondered if it was some kind of pickup strategy to get her to feel bad. "I can't imagine why." She said in the same flat tone. "My thoughts exactly."

Sakura made a sharp sound of disapproval. "My deepest sympathies. I don't see how this has anything to do with me." "Well, it really doesnt, on the surface. But you see, here I was feeling sorry for myself when I see you stomping in here, looking like you've just dragged yourself through a pigsty-" "It was a river bed." "Oh thank you- a river bed. Possibly the sorriest sight I've seen all day - not that I would normally say such a thing to a lady. I'm sure you look at least pleasant under normal circumstances." "Does this story have a point?" Feeling her anger swell at his commentary. "Of course, I just thought it might be nice to commiserate together - one passing stranger to another." She hates the cocky way he inclines his head, gesturing between them with his glass. "No, thanks." "Oh come on - why else come to a bar?" "For a drink - unbothered." "If that were the case, then I'd think the liquor store down the street would have done the job." "And what, have a few drinks at the store front? They have laws against that, you know." "You dont have a hotel room to drink in?" "Of course not" "Interesting." He purred. She realized she said too much. "So your plan was to get tipsy and then travel back to konoha or wherever your headed, seemingly alone, in the middle of the night." "I don't have to explain myself to you." "No, I think I've got a good handle on the situation without any explanation. Where are your teammates anyway? Isn't there someone around to keep you from making dangerous decisions like this. A captain maybe or a boyfriend?" Sakura slams her glass down against the wood of the bar. "For your information, I can more than take care of myself. I have an extremely high alcohol tolerance. And I've had too long a day for a pretty boy like you to be picking at me when all I want to do is have a drink in the peaceful Haven that is my own mind. So shut your trap. Am I clear?" "No, I have several questions." She snarls and begins to crack her nuckles in preparation to put this idiot though a wall when the bar tender yells, "No fighting in my bar! Take it outside if you want to act like animals." She settles back into her seat. "Sorry, sir. No need for that. This poser isn't worth the energy," she grumbles under her breath. "Lets backtrack to pretty boy. That had a nicer ring to it." Clenching her jaw, she takes a deep breath, exhales and takes a long drag on her drink. "So are you going to tell me the river bed story, Pocahontas?" "If I do, will you leave me alone?" "It certainly won't hurt your chances" She huffs. "Fine. I got caught in a fishing net." There was a beat of silence. "And?" She gave him a long-suffering look. "And was dragged behind a fishing boat." His eyebrows rose. "And how did that happen?" "I was pushing the boat. It was beached on a shallow part of the river." "Pushing it?" "Yeah." "Remind me to tip that bartender for not letting you deck me into next week." She smirked into her drink. Damn straight. "So when the boat broke free these fishermen did what? Cast their nets right done on top of you?" "Yup. I had to cut myself free and everything." "No good deed goes unpunished I guess." "Technically it wasn't a good deed, they were paying me to help." "That's even worse. And no one noticed you were missing onboard?" "Well, they wouldn't let me on the boat in the first place -" "Why not?" "It's bad luck." "Bad luck?" "To have a woman on board." "Wait a moment. So before the ship got stuck in the first place, while it was sailing, where were you? Nearby on the shore?" "No. I was running alongside them in the water." He laughed outright. "Running alongside them. That's too good. They didn't even give you rowboat." Her face flushed. She hadn't thought to ask for a row boat. "They were absolute assholes. Usually I can take quite a bit of crap from a client, but when he told me to pay for the net." "Pay for the net!" "And the lost profits for the day" "Ha!" "I told him just where he could shove his

lost profits and came to the nearest bar. I feel a little less sorry for myself now. Glad I could help. Now leave me be." "You don't want to hear my story?" "Not part of the deal. Now scram." He pouted, cheek resting on his hand. "But we were getting along so well." "You have a very twisted sense of relationships if you think that was getting along well." "I cannot argue with that." She didn't know if it was the alcohol or the bickering, but she was finally feeling a little unwound. Studying his profile for a moment, she thought it must definitely be the alcohol. "If you're going to stare, i might as well tell you my story." Definitely the alcohol. "I wasn't staring." She huffed, turning sharply away "Would admiring be more accurate?" "Do you ever shut up?" "For the majority of the time yes I do. It's quite liberating to go on and on like this. Strangers make some of the best conversation. You don't have to hold back because they will never see you again, probably not even remember speaking." She hated that he was right. She also hated that she couldn't see his eyes, instead watching his lips move. Kami must hate her because he had rather nice lips. "You're admiring again." They said. "Staring," she corrected. "Staring then." He said in a low voice, leaning in slightly. "Tell me your story." She said, trying to break the moment by divert this exchange to something hopefully safer for her psychy. Those damn lips curlled up in a feline grin. "Of course, my little mud pie." "Don't push it." She snapped, "You were meeting someone." "Yes, I've been seeing them for some time now. We are both wonderers so we meet about once a month. " "How long is some time now?" "Hmm, about ten years maybe." "And you guys haven't made it official yet?" "Well, it's complicated. They are a little old for me, and I'm not sure what society would think." She got the feeling he was making fun of her, but didn't get the joke. "They've never once been late or missed a meeting. I'm a little worried you see." For the first time since meeting the guy, Sakura felt a little bad for him. "Plus theyve got hands and eyes that wander a bit too much for my liking." "Sounds like they finally got bored and left." She commented. "Well. Even so, the meetings were as much about business as pleasure." "And just what kind of business are you in exactly?" "I'd say we were in the same field." She scoffs, looking him up and down again, not able to make out anything helpful from his form from under his travelling cloak to back up his claim about being a Shinobi. It was convenient line for civilian men who hit on kunoichi, so she rolled her eyes. "Sure you are." "Don't believe me?" "I believe you'd say just about anything to get on my good side."

"Hmm," his lips curled in that feline way, "And I thought leaf nin we're very skilled at seeing underneath the underneath." She froze, recognizing her sensei's phrase. "Who exactly did you say you were meeting again?" "I didn't." She slowly turned toward him, hand sliding to her thigh pouch under the bar, but it was too late. Here eyes were locked on his red, glowing gaze, pin wheels spinning. She felt her consciousness being torn from her body and into the inky black of his sharingan.

🌸❓

Quite sure this was supposed to be Itachi but it's quite OOC for him. So I'll leave it to you reader to fill in who it is. I guess I like Shisui for it myself but don't limit yourself haha.

6 notes · View notes

its-chelisey-stuff · 3 years

Text

My 2020 in dramaland pt 1/4

I’m doing this at the start of december but I’m scheduling it to be posted on Christmas Eve, because that way I can say to everyone Happy holidays! Anyway, these are the Korean dramas I watched this year (listed in the order I saw them, NOT including my favorite dramas, those will have its own post!)

Love Alarm (2019): I don’t think I need to say what this was about lol if you haven’t seen it, chances are, you’ve heard of it. This is like all those Netflix shows I binge in one day, hate them but still can’t help but want to know what happens next and immediately need a season 2. Btw, this drama has the type of love triangle that I tolerate the most: the men who like the girl are also BFFs and never actually turn against each other, or at least suffer because they don’t really want to hurt the other. Bros before hoes! Kinda.

OTP: Jojo&SunOh. Hate that I love them tbh. But it’s mostly all thanks to him. To me, KimSoHyun’s chemistry with SongKang is the best chemistry she’s ever had with any of her co-stars. Well, maybe it’s a tie with Jisoo. Sorry Jang DongYoon.

Thing I enjoyed the most: Knowing there’s a second season coming. I NEED CLOSURE! Dramas should never have seasons, it’s cruel.

Do I recommend it? Uhm... Yes. But beware of old tropes like Noble Idiocy super idiotic, a FL that never speaks her mind and a whole lot of nonsense angst and pining. Hey, your average kdrama basically.

Crash Landing on You: You know she actually did crash land on him. Twice. I loved that they were so doomed, it was awesome. A forbidden and beautiful romance, they were all in for each other. He was handsome and cute I mean is HyunBin! but she was my favorite: brave, sassy, bold and a CEO. I hated when they shoot her. A pity they can only be happy in Switzerland, but I liked that about their ending. (I made a sort of review of the finale here)

OTP: Awesome chemistry, have you heard about all those dating rumors? But my favorite couple was actually the second lol. I will never forgive this drama for NOT giving them a happy ending. WTF? And that’s why it’s not in my fave’s list.

Thing I enjoyed the most: Apart from the love stories? North Korean soldiers from Captain Ri’s team. Bless them.

Do I recommend it? Oh, is there someone who hasn’t seen it? For real, go watch it. It’s a romcom for the ages. Lots of nonsense and cliches. Loved it, just *one* little flaw. ALBERTOOOO!

Witch’s Court (2018): A law drama. I never watch these types of dramas. Only did it because I had a crush on Yoon HyunMin at the time, my sister made me watch it (she also had a crush on him) and I thought there was going to be way more romance. Heavy subjects, a great mom’s love and a lot of prosecutor bs.

OTP: They were cute. Wish I’d seen more of them though.

Thing I enjoyed the most: Yoon HyunMin. But the FL was awesome in her own right.

Do I recommend it? If you like law/criminal dramas and barely a hint of romance, this one is great. And justice is served at the end.

Hospital Playlist: It was an adorable, peaceful and relaxing watch, not what you’d expect from a hospital themed drama. Very healing (no pun intended lol). And I loved the songs they played! The weird thing is that I kept forgetting about it, and that’s why it took me so long to finish it.

OTP: I do have one, but not the one everyone ships: Dr Yang SeokHyung and his resident played by one awesome Ahn EunJin. She confessed, he turned her down gently, Buuu!!!. Waiting patiently for S2 and HOPE their love story develops more. Dramas shouldn’t have second seasons!

Thing I enjoyed the most: The friendship of the five besties duh

Do I recommend it? Awww but of course! if you liked the Reply Series and slice of life dramas, you will like this one. Only 12 eps but they were as long as a movie lol

WHY (minidrama) 2019: Two good friends trying to cheer up their bff who just got dumped (without any explanation hence driving him slowly into a mental breakdown and an identity crisis) by going on a Jeju vacation. In the guesthouse they’re staying, they encounter two awesome, chill and fun noonas. What you’ll see here: a moving story about heartbreak and letting go, bromance and noona romance.

OTP: While most of the time the lead was in deep heartbreak thanks to his awful ex, there was a subtle romance developing while he was healing. At the end, there’s a time jump and he’s totally in the right state of mind to completely be with her and give love another try. Lovely ending.

Thing I enjoyed the most: Jung GunJoo! AKA Dohwa from Extraordinary You!!!

Do I recommend it? Of course! It’s an adorable watch. And it only takes like 2 hours of your time, maybe less, I don’t recall. Here, you can watch it on YouTube. Also, not really a fan don’t hate me lol but there’s Hwang In Yeob as the bff of the lead. And he has a very meaningful role.

Where Your Eyes Linger (minidrama): First Korean BL drama I’ve ever watched and I’m so glad that it was a wonderful first. Given the amount of time and resources I was expecting a lot less from this but they all did a very good job. Beyond my expectations, really. Wonderful acting and such an angsty friends to lovers romance that was delightfully done. I don’t usually give out scores to dramas but omg 10/10!

OTP: THEY HAD SUCH GOOD CHEMISTRY! UGH THE ANGST

Thing I enjoyed the most: Oh, everything!

Do I recommend it? Like BL dramas and want to see more of them in kdramaland? Then YES YES YES. A thousand times YES! The reason why it’s not on my favorites’ list is because I wish it was longer.

It’s Okay to not be Okay: It had been so long since I’ve seen a KSH drama. Since his alien days lol Plus, my sister is a huge fan. Horniest kdrama of the year, for sure. Which is hilarious since the message of the whole thing was more about family. From the first episode I was waiting for the OTP to have a steamy makeout and have sex HAHAHA You know, they actually delivered, so I was happy. My review about the ending HERE

OTP: Queen MoonYoung and her horny but super restrained caretaker, KangTae. Love them.

Thing I enjoyed the most: All hail Queen Ko MoonYoung! And the best hyung, SangTae.

Do I recommend it? Yeah. Let’s be serious for a moment lmao it was a healing drama and the ending was beautiful. A few things here and there didn’t make sense though. The mom’s comeback was crazy, but meh, what are dramas without crazy? lol I guess this is not on my favorite’s list because I wasn’t as obsessed as I wish I’d been.

Was it Love?: Mamma mia, here we go again, my my, I should have resist ya! it was ALL right there but the writer didn’t have the guts to do the story right. It COULD’VE BEEN Mamma Mia, but all the potential went to waste. THE POTENTIAL!! You want to know who the dad of her daughter is? The only dude she ever slept with, her only ex! Big surprise. The writer! There, saved you the trouble. My rant on the ending here

OTP: Well, it wasn’t the leads, that’s for sure. It’s the second leads (or was he the third lead and she the second?)who ended up together, or at least it was hinted at. The female lead had way more chemistry with the one dude she was never romantically linked to, which is hilarious to me. Ugh so much wasted potential...

Thing I enjoyed the most: Gangster dude and his son! Bless them.

Do I recommend it? Jesus, NO. DON’T. Watch Mamma Mia with Meryl Streep, instead. That’s gold and it’s what they wanted to try to do for a moment here. Still wondering how I managed to finish this...

Record of Youth: Another drama I can’t believe I actually finished. A handsome model transitioning into an actor and becoming the main provider for the family that never fully supported him and had to pay for the debt of the dad that always belittled his dreams. Underdeveloped characters, a female lead that was outshined by CAMEOS of other women(in her 1 minute scene, KimHyeYoon had more chemistry with PBG), plots that went nowhere and a terrible pairing that had very little chemistry. A ranting about the finale and my wasted time, HERE

OTP: who? Ah, yeah, I guess there sort of was one... The photographer friend and the sister of the jealous friend. Their ending was ambiguous.

Thing I enjoyed the most: PBG, he carried this mess on his back.

Do I recommend it? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA No. Please, don’t watch it.

Private Lives: An orphan who was recluted to become a spy and works for a conglomerate that holds the power to decide the next president of Korea AND a con woman who wants revenge because her dad got sent to jail. They meet and fall in love and it’s the cutest thing ever but on their wedding day he misteriously disappears and... that’s it. Everything that happens after that makes zero sense. By the end I was more interested in the second leads.

OTP: TWO (but mostly the second couple) and the reason why I finished this drama at all.

Thing I enjoyed the most: Second leads. BokGi and Eduardo (yeah, I know that wasn’t his real name). I’d watch a drama of those two. Even if it was by the same writer.

Do I recommend it? Well... not really. LOL If you’re interested to know more about it, read my “recaps” of each episode HERE or read about the last ep here. You’ll understand about the same as if you were to actually watch it, but you will not waste your time. I hope? LOL

Start Up: A grandma with good intentions, a FL that lost it all as a kid, letters that weren’t really that genuine, a rich, cocky and petty jerk who wasn’t the ML (I mean by definition he had everything to be the male lead lol) and the actual ML (a genius who suffers from the biggest case of Impostor Syndrome I’ve ever seen). No one except for the FL mostly is honest. A time jump that was there just for the sake of angst and not quite done right. Also, making a business with your friends involves a whole lot of nonsense and drama. And a “love triangle” that drove the fandom to madness. And wait, the sister was the second female lead? She was more secondary than the secondary characters. This drama is seriously not what it seems at first lol

OTP: DalMi&DoSan. Adorable. The oly reason I finished this. From the moment they announced the cast and learned who the leads were, I knew I was gonna ship them. And that’s how I never get SLS lol

Thing I enjoyed the most: The answer to that question is HERE

Do I recommend it? Honestly, yeah. Just turn off your brain and never discuss it on social media. Binge it and move on with life. Not the best drama, but tbh not the worst. Well it is the worst by the writer lol Wow it sounds like I hated it, but it’s just that the fanwars really got to me haha and it’s all so recent, but I actually did love the love story and the grandma was a treasure.

66 notes · View notes

maggie2b · 2 years

Text

This post is not open for debate. I have listened to everyone else’s hatred, rhetoric and outright lies for the last four years, so now I am having my say. If you don’t like it, you know where the delete button is. Let me be clear, I am certainly not a Biden fan. I think he is corrupt, a liar, a racist bigot, is in bed with China and probably suffering from dementia. He has done nothing to improve anything in his 47-year political career. But what has Trump done in the past 4 years?

The "arrogant" in the White House brokered four Middle East Peace Accords, something that 71 years of political intervention and endless war failed to produce.

The "buffoon" in the White House is the first president that has not engaged us in a foreign war since Eisenhower.

The "racist" in the White House has had the greatest impact on the economy, bringing jobs, and lowering unemployment to the Black and Latino population of ANY other president. Ever.

The "liar" in the White House has exposed the deep, widespread, and long-standing corruption in the FBI, the CIA, the NSA, and the Republican and Democratic parties.

The "white supremacist" in the White House turned NATO around and had them start paying their dues.

The "fool" in the White House neutralized the North Koreans and stopped them sending missiles toward Japan, and threatening the West Coast of the US.

The "xenophobe" in the White House turned our relationship with the Chinese around, brought hundreds of businesses back to the US, and revived the economy.

This same “clown” lowered your taxes, increased the standard deduction on your IRS return from $12,500 to $24,400 for married couples and caused the stock market to rise to record levels, positively impacting the retirement accounts of tens of millions of citizens.

The “idiot” in the White House fast-tracked the development of multiple COVID Vaccines which are now available or will be soon. And yet we still don't have a vaccine for SARS, Bird Flu, Ebola, or a host of diseases that arose during previous administrations.

The “orange man” in the White House rebuilt our military which the Obama administration crippled and fired 214 key generals and admirals in his first year of office.

I got it, you don't like him. Many of you utterly hate and despise him. How special of you. He is serving you and ALL the American people. What are you doing besides calling him names and laughing about him catching the China virus? Some of you were even hoping that COVID would be the cause of his demise. (Ah, the left. The party of “tolerance”. )

Please educate me again as to what Biden has accomplished for America in his 47 years in office, besides making the whole Biden family richer? By the way, where is Hunter?

I’ll take the “clown” any day versus a fork tongued, smooth talking, hypocritical, racist corrupt liar. I want a strong leader who isn’t afraid to kick some butt when needed. I don’t need a fatherly figure. I don’t need a liar. That's what Hollywood, CNN, MSNBC, ABC, NBC, CBS, CNN and the New York Times are for.

Call me a chump, a racist, a superspreader or part of the basket of deplorables. I do not care!

God bless Donald Trump - the best, most unappreciated President in U.S. history.

Feel free to copy/paste

3 notes · View notes

belpheroo · 4 years

Text

Title: Fear & Loving in Devildom, Part 2 Pairing: Belphegor x female!MC Rating: M for discussions of mature themes Summary: Belphie is guilt-ridden, but also horny. Funny how often those two things coincide when you catch feels for the girl you killed. Notes: Yet another follow up to my Belphegor fics- A “maybe”, On the Way to a “Yes” and Fear & Loving in Devildom, Part 1

Belphegor had slept through the lunch break, arms folded over his desk as he breathed in deeply and even. He’d been sleeping very well lately. He always slept well, but there was something particular satisfying of late. In fact, his entire mood had been improved, even Beel remarking on how he was spending less time tormenting Levi and “stirring up shit” between Lucifer and Satan.

Half awake, he turned his cheek into his arm and heft a contented sigh before letting his mind go soft and blank.

A heavy weight abruptly draped over him, a chin digging into his back.

“Hey. You think you could knock me up? Being different species I was thinkin’ no, but then I realized I don’t actually know.”

God help him.

Belphegor didn’t respond, trying to fake being asleep now as his moment of peace slowly drifted away. Her weight disappeared and he watched her through half closed lids as she puffed out her stomach and rubbed a hand over it.

“We can name it Damien!”

“Please don’t insinuate our love child would be the anti-christ.” He said, voice muffled.

She laughed, puffing out the breath she was holding. She crouched down by his desk, forcing him to make room as she rested her own arms over the surface and meeting his eyes.

“Have I worn you out?” She asked smugly.

“No, but it would appear you are ‘reforming’ me.”

“I heard. Beel was saying you’ve been in a spectacularly good mood. Can’t imagine who is responsible for that miracle.”

She winked. Belphegor said nothing and opted to just watch her smile and be frustratingly beautiful.

“So whatcha think? Should we like, do the tried and true pull-out method from here on or invest in some condoms?”

“No complaints to pull out. I would like to see you on your knees like this, your face covered in my—“

At that moment, the door opened as a rabble of RAD students came pouring in. Lucifer among them. The eldest eyes had immediately settled on them upon his entering.

“— affection.” Belphegor finished.

She practically beamed as she snickered. He hid his face in his arms to avoid having to greet Lucifer as he made his way over to them. She stood up straight, fluffing out her skirt as she grinned up at him.

“Are you feeling well now? I was informed you took a sick day this week.” Lucifer said, his deep voice smooth and soft with genuine concern. Belphegor fisted his own sleeve beneath his hand.

“Oh— yeah. I’m fine now. Just had a bit of a cold. Probably not even a cold! Probably allergies.”

More like she’d been so sore from the perfectly thorough fucking he had given her, she could barely move her legs. Belphegor’s smile was hidden from sight.

“You should wear a face mask when you’re outside.” Lucifer said, half reprimanding.

“I will! No worries, I will take care of myself.”

Belphegor hated how sweetly she spoke to Lucifer, bouncy and light. It was the same way she talked to everyone but still, he hated it. Despite that, he would never try and crush that spark in her. She was a social butterfly and that charm was part of why he loved her. She had a light in her that drew in everyone like moths to the flame… he could hardly blame them for wanting to bask in this little sun here in Devildom.

Lucifer must have nodded, because their conversation stopped and he heard his footsteps fading away. She crouched down again, voice a whisper.

“What were you saying there? Something about covering me in your affections?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She smiled, wicked and amused before finally the teacher arrived and she had to go back to her own seat.

—

Belphegor didn’t care much to keep their growing relationship a secret from his brothers, but deferred to her wishes. She wanted to keep the “peace” for now, until she had time to properly show they were a couple. Belphegor was certain Beel had suspicions, if not just downright knew about them. Others who had likely tuned in were Asmo and Satan, one simply because of his intelligence and observation skills, the other because he probably could sense the change in the air by pheromones or some wacky Lust based shit.

No one had displayed too much objection to their spending time together except for Mammon, but that was to be expected. Mammon loved her. He loved her the way Belphegor loved Lilith. Devoted, but familial. This fact had kept Belphegor from glaring too many daggers Mammon’s way when she went off to hang out with him and play model at Majolish… or the fact that every other Devilgram selfie she posted seemed to include Mammon.

Jealousy still coldly laced its way through Belphegor’s blood sometimes, but despite himself, he knew she loved Mammon too. He was her first man, her best friend. There were things he could never replaced that Mammon gave her… but he reminded himself, there were things he gave her that Mammon definitely did not. The sound of her voice and the touch of her body, welcome and inhibited was all Belphegor’s. It was childish perhaps, to think of all the things Belphegor had wrung from those lips, all the things he had sparked in her heart that Mammon did not… but it calmed the beast in his chest.

After class, he had expected to find her waiting, but instead found the person he least wanted to speak to.

Lucifer gestured to him, waving his index and middle finger to beckon. Belphegor’s eyes narrowed, but he crossed the hallway at his leisure and came to stand nearby.

“What do you want?”

Lucifer normally would have prickled up at the disrespect, but Belphegor was surprised to find there was not even a trace of indignation in his older brother’s expression.

“I need to speak with you. Come with me.”

Any of the other brother’s would have felt anxiety at this no doubt, except maybe for Satan. Belphegor merely frowned.

“Do you remember what happened the last time you asked me somewhere to talk?”

Lucifer sighed, “Would you like to bring Beel with you?”

That… was not what he expected. A reprimand, a threat or a repetition of his demand? All possibilities. This? Not so much.

“I don’t need a sitter.”

“Then come along.”

Belphegor knew better than to try and force out a “please”.

—

It didn’t take long for Belphegor to recognize where they were going. Diavolo’s office. Thankfully, the room was devoid of Diavolo or his little servant, Barbatos.

“Why here?”

“Privacy.” Lucifer answered, leaning against the edge of Diavolo’s desk. It seemed even he wouldn’t presume to sit in Diavolo’s chair.

Belphegor noted Lucifer gesture for him to sit in one of the plush chairs before the desk, but Belphegor, despite himself, elected to stand.

“This is all wonderfully morbid, but if you could get to the point…”

“I have tolerated your cheek until present because… of the situation. But I would ask that you mind your tongue for the remainder and let me speak. I have questions. I ask you answer them simply and truthfully.”

Belphegor said nothing, fixing Lucifer with a piercing stare. When the silence had stretched out enough to Lucifer’s liking, he spoke again.

“What do you plan to do when she leaves Devildom and returns home?”

“Who-“

“Simply and truthfully.”

Lucifer’s voice was tinged with barely veiled anger. If Belphegor kept pushing him, he’d pop… and on a normal day, that would be a good time in his eyes, but for now Belphegor crossed his arms.

“I will visit her.”

“Frequently?”

“As frequently as possible.”

Lucifer nodded, “And where do you intend to find the energy reserves to propel the glyphs for such frequent trips? You’ll expend your own fast enough.”

“… the others will want to visit her too. We can share the burden.”

“Is that what you want? Visiting her with everyone?”

Belphegor frowned deeper. Sharing the burden would also mean sharing her and her time.

“I’ll make it work.”

“I suppose there is no point in asking if you have already been… intimate with her?”

“Not that it is any of your business, but yeah, Lucifer. I have. I made a pact with her.”

“And now you’re sleeping with her.” Lucifer said, less a question and more a simple disapproving statement.

“We fuck on occasion too.”

“How crass.” Lucifer said, distaste evident in how he wrinkled his nose and furrowed his brow, “So she is simply a means to sate your desires? An object of pleasure?”

“… why are you asking these questions? What is your game?”

“I am protecting her.”

Belphegor laughed, curt and mirthless.

Lucifer continued on unfazed, “You have made a selfish and fatal error. What do you think will come of this? You will break her heart and I will not allow it.”

“I have no intention of hurting her you presumptuous—“

“Your intentions are worthless. She will return to the human realm at the end of the term and there is nothing you or I or anyone can do to stop it! And this entanglement will only serve to prolong her suffering when that day comes! Have you thought nothing about this? What it would mean?”

Belphegor felt his throat seize around his words, keeping them strangled in his throat as he stared at Lucifer, eyes narrowed with growing rage… not all of it for Lucifer.

“… you’re a demon, Belphie.”

He hated hearing that nickname come from Lucifer’s lips, especially when he said it so gently.

“She’s a human. She belongs up there, not here with us.”

“Why did you even bring her in the first place?” Belphegor spoke, his voice raspy and low as he struggled to get out the words, “Why allow Diavolo to do it? I told you… it was a bad idea.”

“Do not pretend you were trying to prevent this. Not when we both know it was hatred that spurred your displeasure at that time… and now? You’re the very reason it has this… complication.”

Belphegor swallowed, tasting acid and feeling something still starting right at the height of his throat, spreading prickles over the roof of his mouth. He… he hadn’t thought about her leaving. He truly hadn’t. It had always felt like something he would have time for later, even as he lamented his “lack of time”. A part of him just… just assumed she would stay.

“What do you want from me? You want me to… what? Break her heart now? Lie to her? Tell her I don’t love her?”

Lucifer stiffened at the word, trying to keep his eyes from giving away his surprise as he met Belphegor’s own. Belphegor was certain he was a pitiful visage and Lucifer seeing it only added an edge to it that made him seem even more a pouting child.

“You love her?”

Belphegor bristled, anger making him quick to speak how he truly felt without a thought, “With every breath I breathe.”

It was Lucifer’s turn to look stunned. The rush died down as quickly as it sprung up, leaving Belphegor slow to speak once again.

“I... tried to keep my distance, but she wore me down… I… I didn’t intend…”

Too much. Belphegor closed that gate up as soon as he opened it, turning his face away from Lucifer’s scrutiny. He wished he could go back to those days, when he was young and full of light and trust and his older brother was someone he could talk to… someone he could confide in.

He’d forgotten himself, but it was only a momentary lapse. Lucifer must have sensed this, because his own demeanor relaxed and his arms fell from where they were crossed over his chest to his sides.

“This… is not a situation I think anyone was prepared for.” Lucifer said at length and Belphegor took it for the olive branch, masked as a non-answer, it was intended to be.

“I would have been remise in my duties as your brother if I did not speak up.”

Belphegor winced, “You picked a hell of a time to start giving a shit about that.”

“I have always ‘given a shit’, Belphegor.”

Ah, he was “Belphegor” again. “Always. You spent so much time with your head up your ass you just can’t see it.”

There was something… fond? In the way Lucifer said that? He even chuckled faintly.

“You’d know all about that.”

Lucifer snorted, “About being a rebellious child? Yes. In fact I do. Mankind wrote a lovely book about it, I suggest giving it a read.”

Belphegor laughed, surprising himself. When did Lucifer get a sense of humor? It did some to ease the tension, but still Belphegor was fairly certain he’d like to be anywhere but here.

“…I suppose I would just ask you be thoughtful to the situation. Understand that this relationship, should you both continue to pursue it, will have obstacles. Many obstacles. I say this to prepare you. And I suggest, if you have not already, you speak of it with her. It is all well and good to enjoy your time together, but at some point… be sure she understands what it means too. And if she is willing to traverse those obstacles with you.”

Lucifer averted his eyes in his usual fashion, looking up and away rather than down. Never down.

“It’s not just her getting hurt I worry about.”

“Ugh, gross.” Belphegor said, rolling his eyes for effect. Lucifer did not look remotely amused.

“I have said what I wanted to say. Though one last bit of advise…don’t be within arm reach when Mammon finds out.”

He flashed a wicked smile. Belphegor scoffed at it before he quickly left the room.

—

Belphegor’s D.D.D. had vibrated a couple times in the office and now looking through it he saw her usual messages, oversaturated with emoji.