#it hurts so much. i hate the world for being like this

[samkerrworshipper]

beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl

leah williamson x reader, jordan nobbs x reader (wobbs as coparents)

reconciliation … the final part in this series x

2 months later:

“My name is y/n Williamson-Nobbs, and I am an addict.”

There are things you appreciate nowadays, more then you did before. Fresh air, the flowers blooming in spring, a strong coffee, smiles from strangers, a warm bed, hugs, being told you are enough, a classic movie, the sun, fruit, water, being clean.

“I didn’t ever take drugs to hurt anybody, or hurt anybody knowingly. I didn’t take drugs to have fun, or party, I didn’t get addicted because I liked it.”

You like taking your dog on walks, going and getting your hair done, floating in the ocean, lying in grass, being sober.

“I took drugs because it made me feel whole. I’ve never felt whole in my entire life, everyday in my life I’ve used something to patch that hole up, during my childhood I tried to fix every single problem, I fixed myself by fixing everybody else in my life, my mom, my non existent dad. As I got older it changed, I seeked validation to patch the hole, it was healthy, but I think I’ve always been an addict and I always will be. I’ve been addicted to filling that hole, it was disguised as being healthy for most of my life until I switched the validation for drugs.”

You don’t avoid peoples eye contact as you walk along the street anymore, you don’t avoid your moms, you don’t lie to people anymore, you don’t put yourself in danger.

“It started with nicotine, because my mom enabled it. I think she was more scared for me then anything. I was spiralling, who wouldn’t be in this day and age? I mean any parent of a teen must be terrified in this day and age, I know I would be. The nicotine was good, but then I got introduced to weed, and it felt like every problem I’ve ever had was fixed.”

You talk about your feelings now, you identify every single thing that you feel and you talk about it with as much detail as your moms and therapist want to hear. You don’t study the different chemicals entering your body every time you shoot up anymore, you study the intricacy and meaning of what you are going through. You take medicine for your depression and anxiety, not drugs for your hopelessness.

“They say weed is the pipeline drug, it’s true. After weed, I felt on top of the world and there was no stopping me. Molly, LSD, coke, heroin, benzos, fentanyl, ketamine, oxy, speed, and eventually meth, which I now know to be the worst of all of them. I didn’t know it at the time, there wasn’t anybody in my life, or in the life I’d created forn myself that was willing to tell me how dangerous what I was doing was.”

Jordan moved back in, whilst you were in rehab. It had been two weeks, that’s what you agreed to. It was the worst two weeks of your life without any doubt. But when you were picked up, both your moms were there, both of them were there for you. They both took time off, time off to take you away, across to France for a week.

“Meth will always be the thing that destroyed my life. My parents don’t trust me anymore, I get why. I lashed out, I became devoid of everything, I was convinced that everybody hated me, and that I was the cause of everybody’s pain, including my own. I convinced myself that the people who loved me the very most didn’t, and that I was the bomb that had torn all of my relationships in my life apart. I was a kid though, I still am, and I’m trying to be better.”

The trust was a hard thing. Your therapist saw Leah and Jordan twice a week, and that was when they would discuss the things that they could start reintroducing you to. School was a no, for now. You were yet to be permitted to stay at the house, alone, for longer then an hour, so every training session, gym session, appointment, media duty, catch up with friends, you were dragged to. It had been tough in the beginning, but you understood, trust had to be earnt. Every week there was something to look forward to, Jordan had been teaching you to drive after you’d gotten out of rehab, and as of a week ago you were permitted to drive yourself to and from your NA meetings.

“Meth made me feel like I was on top of the world, even though i was at my rock bottom. I had bad friends, I fell into a bad group of people, people who took advantage of the fact that I was so vulnerable and hurt. I’ll never forgive them for that, I’ll never be able to forgive them for taking advantage of a girl nearly ten years younger then them. They were hurting too, but that doesn’t excuse manipulating another person. They hurt me, they enabled me, they assaulted me, they took things from me that I’ll never get back.”

The first thing your mothers had wanted when after you’d come clean to them about everything was for you to get a rape kit. You’d outright refused, you were protecting the people, you didn’t want to relive what had happened to you but also a part of you didn’t want Matt and Maya to go down, even if you could now recognise that they’d done unforgivable things to you. Eventually, you agreed to it. You were glad you did, Matt had passed on chlamydia to you, which you thought was some kind of sick joke, that even after he’d deserted you there was still parts of him that were hurting you from the insides. Karma came in the form of a sexual assault report, one which had the policemen heading to his home to arresst him, only to finds thousands of dollars worth of illicit substances.

“I’m not proud of what I did to get a fix, I don’t think any recovering addict is. A couple of months ago I would have ruined every single relationship I had with all of the people I loved just to get a hit of what I was craving, and nowadays I would probably do the same, but I don’t need to. Meth was the love of my life, I think it always will be, or maybe the craving for something to fill me up is what I crave, I don’t really know, I’m still working everyday to try and figure that out.”

Sometimes, as you drove home at night, around every corner towards the house, you considered taking a stop at a side street, one that you knew a dealer would be sitting on. Somedays, you considered driving the car off of the highway and into a tree. Somedays, you considered taking a blade to your throat so you didn’t have to do rehab. Somedays though, you felt so incredibly blessed to be alive. Sometimes, you would sit outside, in the sun and just feel, allow yourself to feel everything that you’d always pushed down out of fear that you’d be deserted if you let any true emotion show.

“We’re all human, we all have the same dignity, no matter who we are. I made some stupid choices, choices that I won’t ever be able to reckon with, choices that for the rest of my life will haunt me. Don’t we all though? Don’t we all lie awake at night worrying about the things that we’ve done, that are out of our control now?”

You’d come to not fear desertion, the people who you’d hated most in the world but also loved most in the world had deserted you. Your parents had deserted you, you closest friends, people you would have considered your found family, deserted you. It was something you had no control over, something that you would never have control over and focusing all of your energy on trying to fix that had become something that you’d give up on.

“I’m not perfect, I never have been, I never will be. I can guarantee though that nobody in this room feels like they are perfect. We’re all hurt people, everybody has something that they keep hidden from people because they are scared that somehow it is going to make people see them differently. I’m guilty of it, my whole life i’ve been hiding, I still am. I’m not ashamed to admit that coming here every night terrifies me, that somebody I’ve known at some stage of my life will walk through the same doors I do and I’ll be put face to face with that, but it’s life. We all make our own mistakes, we all pave our own ways.”

Leah and Jordan still fought, you were secretly glad. It was clear that everything between them was done, which you hated to be happy about, You weren’t ready for that to be back to normal, you weren’t ready to feel like you were able to go back to the way life was when they were together. Lia mediated them, she balanced everything out and the two of you had managed to build a relationship. She was like the older sister you’d never had and you were happier to have her around knowing that she was happy to support you in the same way your moms would, even if she wasn’t living in the same house as you all anymore.

“I will never be able to properly apologise for how I acted, I’ll never be able to repay the people that found me at my lowest and still showed uo for me. I owe my life to those people, and I will spend every single day of my life being so thankful for the opportunity they have given me to have a second chance.”

Life was better, everything was better, you were recovering, you were learning. You felt more connected and loved by the people around you in your whole life. You didn’t feel like you had to seek out love anymore, you didn’t feel like you had to do something to earn it. Leah spent every minute of everyday doing small things to make you feel loved, dragging you out of the house to get coffee with her, reading with you every night before bed, sitting through you when the cravings were making your day harder, driving you to the beach when you felt like you needed fresh air, dragging you to physio appointments so you could hang out with your aunties, buying you fresh flowers to put in your room to make the dark memories of it a little bit nicer, helping you redecorate the space, letting you sleep in her bed when the tendencies started to burn all over your skin.

“I have a disease, I have a terminal illness that will forever impair my ability to live life normally. I will forever be attached to my past, and that’s really tough, I won’t ever be cured of my past, I won’t ever be able to say that I am free of my addiction, I will forever be tied to my decisions.”

Your therapist was helping you weed out all the bad, helping you to identify the different patterns of self destructive behaviour that you chose, helping you to make better decisions for yourself, decisions that didn’t end in you destroying everything you’d worked for.

“I’m an addict, we all are, we all know what it feels like to be plagued with our past. We all get up here every week and speak about our demons, because we all get it. We get what it feels like to lose everything, we all understand the terror that crosses over a persons face when you overdose, or tell them that you’re using, or when they wake up across from your hospital bed. We’re all going through our own shit, we’re all struggling everyday. I struggle everyday, because I’m an addict, for the rest of my life I will struggle because I’m an addict, but there isn’t anybody who understands me better than all of you. I’ve been sober for two months, there have been relapses, there have been struggles, there has been pain and so much for me to be ashamed of. There has been so many positives though, there has been so much good, so much happiness, so many good moments. I don’t believe that everything happens for a reason, there is too much bad in this world for me to believe in that, but I do believe that this experience has made me a better person, it’s made me stronger, its made me more resilient. The past two months have been some of the best parts of my life, and i intend for the rest of my life to be the same. This chip means a lot to me, but it’s the progress that makes all of this better, knowing that I’ve left parts of me behind that will now stay behind me forever.”

You looked down at the chip in your hands, the little bronzey coin that was so small but felt like it was bigger then the world to you. You smiled at the group of people around you, nodding your head once again before walking towards you sponsor and giving them a hug. It felt good, like a big weight had been lifted from your shoulders. You’d never spoken much in meetings, you were more than happy to hear other peoples stories, but tonight had been special to you. You’d thought about what you were going to say, much of it being what you’d talked about with your moms earlier in the week during family therapy. It had been hard, talking to your moms so openly about how you felt, but it was something you were becoming better at as the days passed.

You stayed around for the coffee and biscuits, talking with the people that you’d grown close to over the past month and a half in the mildewy church which smelt a little bit too similar to your great grandmothers living room.

You stuck around until the first few people started to trail out, before you made the decision it was time to get home. You said your goodbyes, farewelling your friends before dismissing yourself and making the walk out to the carpark, towards Leah’s car.

Driving had become your one piece of real freedom, it was the only time where you got to think to yourself. A couple of months ago, you would have found solace in continuous loneliness, you would have sat in the car for hours and been happy. Now though, you found yourself navigating your way back home as fast as possible, whilst still abiding by road rules.

The gravel driveway underneath the wheels of a car used to make you nervous, if anything it now made you feel anticipation.

You jumped from the car with a hop in your step, the bronze chip still clutched in your palm, the metal now warm against your skin after the acclimation of the metal to your body temperature.

You used your key to enter the door, smiling at the warmth and scent that you were met with as you untied your shoes and left them by the front door.

Leah was waiting for you in the kitchen, she always was, every night you decided to go to a meeting. You knew that she still worried, that she spent nights awake worrying about you. You’d lost count of how many times on the nights you spent in your own bed how often she’d come to check to make sure you were still lying there. She probably always would worry, you wouldn’t blame her if she did, you’d put her through a lot.

She brought you into a hug, the same hug as every night, it always lasted for a little bit too long, but you never brought it up.

She would hug you tighter every single time, it was clockwork.

“Lia’s come over for dinner, she’s cooked spaghetti for everybody, but she made bangers and mash for you special, no pasta.”

You smiled at your mom, letting her press a chaste kiss to your forehead before you followed her into the dining room, where dinner was already plated up and Jordan and Lia were already seated at the table.

Jordan sent a smile your way as you sat down, things were still rocky between the two of you, it was never going to be perfect, it was never going to be as good as before, but you were both doing the work to heal bits of it and that was what mattered.

“Hey bubba, how was your meeting?”

Most nights you answered the same, with something simple.

“Good, I got this today.”

You pushed the chip onto the table, pulling your phone out of your pocket so you didn’t have to witness their raw reactions.

“Bubba, we’ve talked about this, no phones at the table.”

You frowned, pushing your phone back into your trackpant pocket, and looking up at your moms.

“This is awesome bubba, we’re both so proud of you.”

Jordan had picked up the coin, looking at it with glazed eyes.

There had been a lot of that since you’d come out of rehab, a lot of crying, a lot more than you were comfortable with.

“I want you to keep it.”

Jordan looked up at you, mildly confused.

“Bubba, it’s your token, your progress, your hardwork, you should keep it.”

You shook your head.

“Mom has my one month one, I want you to keep this one. I’m doing it for you two, I’m trying to be better for you two, and I want you to know that I’m committed to it and that without you guys I wouldn’t be able to do this.”

You could see tears pooling in Leah’s eyes from the other side of the table, jordan’s own ones beginning to drip down her face.

“Anyways, it’s not big deal, let’s have dinner, I’m sure whatever Lia cooked up is better than anything you and mom could have managed.”

You tried to pass it off with some lighthearted humour, but based off of the tears on your parents face, it wasn’t doing much.

Jordan and Leah both reached over, taking a hand in each of yours.

“You know that no matter what happens, no matter where you go, who you become, what you do, how you live your life, you will always be our beautiful girl.”

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[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Spencer Reid Headcanons (General)

"I promise to keep you safe." — Spencer Reid.

❝ 🕵 — lady l: It's been a while since I wrote a general hc, so I don't know if it's good, but I did my best! I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes. 🤎

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, stalking, invasion of privacy, breaking the law (?) and very implicit murder.

❝🕵pairing: yandere!spencer reid x gender neutral!reader.

Spencer Reid is a genius, in every sense of the word. He is not only intelligent but a true genius, someone who hunts criminals with pure skill, and you, his obsession, his darling, even if you are not a criminal, will be hunted by him. He will have you in every meaning because you belong to him, just as he belongs to you.

He is known for his brilliant mind and his exceptional ability to analyze complex patterns. His eidetic memory allows him to retain vast amounts of information, making him an invaluable asset to the FBI team. Too bad for his darling, however, because he will use his skills and resources to get you at the end of it all.

Spencer is fully aware that his thoughts about you are disturbing, to say the least. But is it so wrong to love someone? He believes not. Maybe the graphic and explicit violence he thinks when someone hurts you isn't exactly healthy but he doesn't care as much as he should.

You are like an enigma that he wants more than anything to decipher, to unravel all your mysteries. If he could, Spencer would read your mind to know all of your thoughts, even the most intimate ones. His insatiable curiosity would drive him to explore every corner of your mind, seeking to understand every thought, every emotion and every facet of your personality.

Spencer is driven by his desire for curiosity and his obsession with you. He values ​​his work at the FBI and his friends but he values ​​you even more. You became an extra motivation for what he does; hunt down criminals to keep the world safe so you can live in it.

He would be disturbingly uncomfortable at the thought of losing you, and his analytical mind could lead him to investigate and monitor your activities closely, perhaps even crossing some ethical lines in the process. Spencer can and probably will become a meticulous and highly effective stalker, watching your social media, searching anyone who was/is close to you.

Spencer doesn't know the word "privacy" when it comes to you, he will look up everything he can about you. He can't bear the thought of not knowing everything about you, he hates the thought of you keeping some kind of secret from him. His willingness to cross boundaries and violate other people's privacy shows how far he is willing to go to maintain his control over you.

He would love to be able to read your mind, just to know what you're thinking and if you're thinking about him because Spencer is always thinking about you. His thoughts are always about you, about how he can make you happy, how he can make the world a better place for you to live. Everything is about you and always will be.

Spencer is extremely possessive of you and it becomes evident very quickly. He is not the master of hiding his feelings for you, including the most dangerous ones. He will stare with hatred evident in his eyes and make strange expressions when someone gets too close to you.

He doesn't want to be controlling and he isn't, but Spencer gets jealous very quickly due to the fact that he's insecure about your love for him. He won't kill someone out of jealousy, he's from the FBI and knows better than to do that, but he can become more aggressive, and bitter if you don't show that you just care about him.

Along with his possessiveness comes absolute overprotection. Spencer is suffocating and ruthless when it comes to protecting you. He will go to great lengths to take care of you, being your own armed escort or having the FBI protect you. When it comes to your safety, he doesn't mess around.

He wouldn't be the type to kidnap you that quickly, no, it would take a lot of motivation for him to take you like that. Maybe you kept rejecting him or you were in a situation where you could have died, in both situations, Spencer would know that he would have to increase your protection. And the best way would be for you to move in with him, without your prior consent however.

Spencer Reid isn't the worst yandere to have, he's just very overprotective and a determined stalker. He will never hurt you, not on purpose at least, and he will make sure you are always well taken care of. He can become very smothering when he is jealous but he means well. Just don't hide anything from him and everything will be fine because Spencer can't stand the idea of ​​not knowing everything about you.

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[snoopyana]

selfish.

“you think i’m fuckin easy, ain’t that the truth?”

you could tell yourself you hate him but that's a lie. you’ll never hurt again if no one ever says his name. trust that was built up nearly over a decade, crushed by an ig story and a link.

lee ch./ anton. wc: 3.079k angst. smut. dark in the sense of…

unsolicited recording and said recording being leaked. peer pressure in a sense. anton is easily influenced. ur both athletes for the sake of decent world building.

music leaked from your wired earbubs as your sneakers squeaked against the glossy floors of the gymnasium. eyes tightly shut, the music flowed through your mind, drowning out all the other natural sounds that buzzed around you. making your nth lap around the vast space of the gym, loose pieces of hair that were once tucked and pulled into a loose ponytail, stuck to your forehead and cheeks. coming to a stop in front of the faded plastic bleachers, you used the back of your hand to swipe at the sweat and hair that decorated your face.

ripping out the earbubs and throwing your phone on-top of the bag, the loud thud of the gym doors swinging open made your body jump. nearly knocking the wind out of you, breathing staggered from the shock paired with your recent run. fingers digging into the cloth of your sweater, the tension would quickly subside when anton peeked his head in. a wide smile on his face as he jogged over to where you stood. planting a rough pat on your shoulder, he took a seat next to your belongings.

“whatcha doing here so late?” he questioned. long legs awkwardly bunched up onto the small seats of the bleachers, his hands coming over to mess with the handle of your tennis racket that stuck out from your bag. as he messed around, you glanced down at the digital clock on your wrist, finally seeing on how much time you’d lost track of. 6:39 stared back at you before your eyes were back onto anton. “a little extra practice, lost track of time i guess. what are you doing here?”

“swim.” running fingers through his hair, droplets of water fell onto the ground below him. reaching forward, he dried his damp fingers off onto your sweater. a low gross leaving your lips as you backed away from him. laughing into his hand, anton shook his head around like a dog. as water hit your cheeks, you couldn’t help but laugh just a little. using the sleeve of your sweater to brush at your cheeks, a comfortable silence fell. putting away the rest of your belongings, anton watched as your sweater rode up your torso when you attempted to sling the stuffed backpack across your shoulder — still half open from the tennis racket that didn’t quite fit — and completely onto your back. he was quick to get up, sliding his own bag back onto his shoulder as he followed you to the doors that he entered from not too long ago.

“do you want to hang out tonight? it’s been awhile.” stumbling over his limbs before he found his footing, anton draped his arm around your shoulder as the two of you walked through the double doors. stepping into the fairly empty halls of your school, bumping into other athlete students roaming around after practice, some being none other than antons’ other friends. before you were able to answer his question, he was jogging over to the group of boys — and you quietly followed.

standing in front of anton, his arms hooked around your neck and his head rested on the top of yours. being slightly nudged around as the boys pushed and joked with each other, it was almost as if you weren’t even present. your existence being pushed to the back of antons’ mind as he spoke with what you considered his main friend group.

the reason you two didn’t hang out as much.

but it wasn’t completely their fault, you’d been hesitant to reach out. hesitancy that blossomed from anton finally being able to choose his own paths without looking at you for confirmation. hesitancy from anton telling you time and time again about the all things he’s been able to experience since then. hesitancy that sprung from when anton disclosed how he finally wasn’t a virgin. it had been a year since then, a year that would bring constant reminders of how he wasn’t the same shy boy you’d play in the sandbox with and it had weighed on you ever since. the realization of how the roles had reversed and now you were the one that was confined to the small bubble that you kept yourself in. a bubble that restricted and restrained you from reaching what people would call, your full potential. a bubble you refused to let burst and pop.

just not yet.

your backpack pressed against his stomach as anton swayed and rocked on his heels, watching as his friends left until they were completely out of sight. squeezing your body, he took a step back to give you some room. “you never answered my question by the way.” pulling on the straps of his backpack, anton started walking towards the exit to the school’s parking lot. quickly following behind him, you harshly tugged on the back of his shirt. causing his body to come to an abrupt halt. twisting around to look at you, he had a look of confusion all over his face.

“you never gave me time to answer.” punching at his toned arm, you raised eyebrows at him — waiting for an apology of some sort. rubbing the flesh of his arm, a few whiny sorrys leaving his mouth. an overly dramatic frown present on his lips, anton watched you pull your phone from the side pocket of your bag. staring at the way your manicured nails repeatedly hit the glass. “told my mom i’ll be coming home later.” glancing up from your screen, you locked eyes with anton. an anton who was absentmindedly staring into your soul “now stop just standing there and show me where you parked!” pushing at his body, he acted as if you’d thrown him to the ground. “hey you could have hurt me..” his hands came up to cover his eyes as he pretended to cry into his palms.

“guess i’ll have to ask your mom to kiss it better. maybe even a little more if she’s willing.” before he could completely finish his sentence, anton was darting through the parking lot. sliding into his car and locking the doors mere seconds before you could yank at the cold handle. even though he wasn’t able to hear you, he could make out the way you were violently cursing him out from behind the glass.

kicking your shoes off at the front, you were greeted with a hi and a bye as antons’ mom darted out of the family home with his brother attached to her hip. reminding you of the times in middle school when she’d pull you into the kitchen and constantly thank you for being friends with her son. the same woman who used to hug you tightly and silently cry whenever you came around to hang out with him. the same woman who saw you as her sons savior from a long and lonely childhood.

sure, she no longer pulled you aside or praise you for doing the bare minimum when it came to anton. but she’d always find a way to thank you without using her words. one of those ways being with food. unsure if anton had told her of your visit, your suspicion would be confirmed by tray of snacks displayed on the kitchen island. excitement surged throughout your body as you started slipping into one of the barstools, all while anton was hunched over rummaging through the refrigerator.

ripping open one of the bags of chips, you pulled your phone from the waistband of your biker shorts. placing a few of the chips into your mouth before making your way to instagram. admittedly, you had a bad habit of checking his account.

even when he was around.

clicking through the post that you saw time and time again, you fumbled to close the app when anton unexpectedly dropped onto your shoulder. “come on, we’re finally together again and you’re on your phone.” snatching the device, you instantly regretted telling him your password all those months ago. but to your surprise, he simply put it into the pocket of his hoodie. “talk to me, what’s been going on since what..” stopped to think. bringing a hand up to scratch his head, you couldn’t help but notice how the sleeves were rolled up just enough to expose his forearms. the way it flexed with every movement.

“shit i can’t even remember, just talk to me.” back leant against the island, it was now your time to scratch your head. laughing at yourself when you couldn’t think of even one interesting thing. “nothing actually, same old same old.” leaning forward, his eye darted down to your back. watching the fabric lift and expose your bare skin for the second time that night. “okay how about, have you found a boyfriend yet?” face flush against the cold marble, it didn’t come as a surprise that he would ask such a question.

in fact, you expected it.

it was the topic of discussion of your last hang out. and the one before that. and the one before that. ever since he started experimenting with the opposite gender, antons’ curiosity about your experiences spiked. you knew all about his encounters, but when it came to yours? cobwebs. a lot of things held you back from trying it with anyone else. exploring your body by yourself in the comfort of your room. but of course, like many things, you just could never figure out exactly what you liked, how you liked it, or who you’d like to experience it with.

“no i haven’t.” shooting him a quick answer before getting up from the leather seat. the ripping sound of your skin removing itself from the cushion ringing in your ears. dragging your feet across the hardwood floors, anton quickly snatched a few snacks up before running after you. pushing open the creaky door of his old bedroom, you took in the space as if it were to change before your eyes. but nothing ever changed in his room, from the complex figurines that lined his walls, neatly dusted and cared for down to the faded crayon marks on his baseboards.

sinking into his mattress, anton followed in suite. resting his back against his pillows and head against the headboard. “so, what’s stopping you?” craning your neck to look up at him, every fibber in your body told you that if you were to tell him why, it would be oversharing.

but can best friends of nearly a decade truly overshare at this point?

“listen to me anton.” lifting your body up, you rested onto your elbows. an awkward feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach as he shifted his whole attention towards you.

“i’m listening.” he smiled as he spoke.

it was almost as if years of embarrassment and resentment all came to the surface just by looking at his face. the way he smiled without a care in the world. the way he didn’t have to worry about the things that would divide your world.

mouth repeatedly opening and closing, it was almost as if the words got caught in the back of your throat. rephrasing the sentence in your mind over and over until it finally reached the tip of your tongue.

“i feel like i’m falling behind. like we’re literally about to graduate and i still haven’t done it. i guess i was just too embarrassed to tell you whenever you asked before..” your words came out in more of a blabber instead of a real, coherent sentence.

your words lingered in the air and hiis silence only added to the feeling of despair that built in your stomach. eyes glossed over, chest tightening at the mere thought of potentially overstepping some unspoken line. it never felt like this when he spoke to you about his own personal issues, so why was it so strange when you do it? your eyes darted across his face for a sign of any emotion — shit, even a look of malice would be nice. but he continued to sit there. lips forming a tight line as he stared at your face.

“that’s it?” lips curling into a smile, anton tilted his head as he finally strung together what you meant by it. “you’re embarrassed because you haven’t had sex?” purposely putting an emphasis on sex, he held back the snort that threatened to rip from his mouth. his response was far from what you expected to hear. it somewhat put you on edge, but calmed your nerves at the same token.

“yeah.. sex.” letting your body collapse into his mattress, your head planted deep into the comforter — anton let his hand come up to slowly rub circles onto the back of your head. suddenly grateful for the times where anton didn’t say a word, the silence brought more comfort to your sour mood then any noise ever could. until a quiet whisper sliced through that comforting silence.

threatening to burst into that protective bubble you’ve so carefully crafted.

“i can help you.” he stated, the naturally soft voice he possessed somehow getting even more hushed. the bed dipped and creaked as he moved his body closer to yours. his knees sinking into the memory foam as you readjusted yourself —legs folded underneath your body. “help me? no no that’s..” biting the tip of your tongue, you watched as antons eyes focused on how your mouth moved instead of the usual eye contact.

“that would make things weird. we can’t do that.” bringing a finger to your mouth, your teeth anxiously bite the false nail — polish chipping onto your teeth. shaking his head in disagreement, anton cupped your cheek in the palm of his hand. “it’s not weird if we don’t tell anyone.” leaning his body closer to yours, his lips brushed against yours before he pulled back. watching as you chased his face, mind clearly on autopilot.

squeezing the flesh of your face, your eyes automatically closed from the slight pain and tingling sensation. giving him just enough time to reach for his phone that was shoved into his back pocket. thumb swiping over the glass, his eyes would shift from your face to the device. quickly pressing record, anton meticulously placed the device into the window that was right next to his bed. seeing the reflection of the recording, he covered the rest of his phone with his curtains, turning his attention back to you.

“just say you want tonie to help you feel good. and i won’t make you wait.” plans of cutting that part out of the video made a sick smile form on his lips as he watched your eyes flutter open and your naturally puffy lips part. hands gripping onto his hoodie as his grip on your cheeks tightened. causing your lips to involuntarily pucker and drool to coat them in a thin layer.

“please, i want tonie to help me feel good..”

positioned onto your stomach, your legs dangled from the egde of his bed while he shuffled and moved behind you. using the loose ponytail you’d already provided for him, anton used it was means to lift your head from off the bed. placing a condom wrapped in between your teeth and telling you to bite. ripping open the packaging, he let your head fall back into the mattress all while he slipped the rubber onto his cock. he didn’t wanna waste time — the video on his phone around reaching the 20 minute mark from the small kissing lesson he decided to give you at the last minute.

slotting himself between your legs, anton forced your knees onto the bed. deepening the small arch in your back. bringing his hands to caress and pinch at the flesh of your torso, he would eventually remove one from your body. fishing around in his hoodie until his fingers wrapped around your phone. as you laid there, patiently, the pads of his thumb swiped and swiped until he lands on your camera app. making sure the flash was off, he didn’t say a word as his hands continued to play with the flesh of your waist.

slowly making his way down, his made sure to grip at the skin of your ass, spreading you apart before planting a small, yet firm, spank on the flesh. as you whined into the blankets, your body twitched and seized at the impact. “doing alright pretty?” the video would just barely pick up his voice as it panned to the back of your head, then down to his hand free hand squeezing at the base of his dick. smacking his length onto your thighs, anton finally alined himself with your hole that clenched around air.

one moment he was coating the tip with your slick, the next his hips were flush with your ass. a muffled cry leaving your lips as he gave you time to adjust to the foreign feeling. leaning back, anton used his free hand to wrap your ponytail around his hand.

“is my pretty best friend ready to no longer be a virgin..” almost as if he was mocking you, he started using the hair to pull your body back to meet his painfully slow and sharp thrusts. keeping a firm grip on your phone, anton made sure he got closeups on how you sucked his confined cock back inside. the audio being clouded by the cries that filled his dim room. as he quickened his thrust, his eyes darted back to his phone that was still recording. wanting it to pick up the sight of your tear stained face, he just had to make sure it hadn’t shifted from the harsh movements.

because why would one angle ever be enough?

your shaky voice drew his attention away from the camera and back to you. “repeat that, i.. i didn’t catch that.” but instead of responding with words, you’d respond with your body. weak attempts of crawling away from his hips giving him all the answers he needed.

“nuh uh.. stay right there and take it. you asked, remember?” smiling to himself, he watched through the small lenses as your body spasmed underneath him.

the next few days to follow were, strange. eyes lingered on your body longer than usual as you trudged through the halls of your old school. whispering coming from all angles until one of antons’ friends finally broke the news.

“isn’t this you?”

pop. there goes that bubble..

yana here. giving you a fat smooch after making you wait so long for an ACTUAL writing and not some half-assed joke of words on your screen. but i can’t be the only one who loves the idea of anton putting your whole life on blast. but maybe i am bc it’s been confirmed MULTIPLE TIMES how im a little weirdo. now i sleep, hope you enjoyed. xoxo, freakyana.

#snoopyana #riize #anton #riize anton #riize angst #riize x reader #riize smut #riize reading #riize suggestive #riize chanyoung #riize lee changyoung #riize hard thoughts #riize hard hours

[bloodyshadow1]

Looking back, this last episode makes Kalvaxus' life so much funnier in retrospect. He is a powerful dragon that is supposed to bring about the end of the world and he gets stopped minutes after his plan comes together. Yet the people he worked with and are around him are so much more evil than he is.

Kalina was the familiar of a dead goddess and was planning on bringing the Nightmare King back no matter who it hurt.

And now Porter and Jace are revealed to be evil all along and it's like a barbarian and sorcerer are better at being evil than you dude? Kalvaxus' plan was just to be a dragon again and be rich. Porter's plan is to depose his god and take her place as a god of war.

Kalvaxus had to rely on the likes of Johnny Spells and coach daybreak, along with Dayne and Penelope as his stooges. And to a lesser extend Aelwyn but she was working for Kalina so it doesn't matter.

Porter and Jace have taken a whole party of adventurers, power leved them to a high level party, corrupted them with rage and pointed them like a missile to the biggest threat to their plan. They also while not allied with the Church of Sol, they are in cahoots with them and murdered a potential ally of the bad kids without anyone being the wiser. I'm going to assume that they're the ones who messed with Grix and sent him after Ruben so the Bad Kids dealt with the Last Failsafe Arthur Aguefort left behind that might have stood in their way.

Not to mention weakening the Bad Kids, like they're a higher level than they were at the start, but given the amount of Stress Gorgug had to take and Riz had to take for Kristen and the others, it was a good plan. Gorgug and Fig actually came around to his way of thinking even if they didn't like him, they appreciated what they thought he did for them while running themselves ragged.

The Bad Kids don't even learn of their plan until a few days before their plan comes to fruition. Brennan had to lock the Bad Kids up for a couple of months just to let Kalvaxus' plan come together.

I hate them, but you can't deny they were villains hidden in plain sight with style this whole season and all the previous seasons of Fantasy High. I think they're going to regret teaching Fig how to be a paladin and pushing Gorgug to tap into his rage. But still as evil doers they're impressive

#fantasy high #fantasy high spoilers #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #the bad kids #jace stardiamond #porter cliffbreaker

[holylulusworld]

Broken Promise (2)

Summary: Sam didn’t keep his promise.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Girlfriend!Reader

Warnings: angst, redemption, face riding, light oral (fem rec), fluff, making up

Written for @spnkinkevents : Kinky Sam Week 2024 – Day 5: Face Riding/Fucking

SPN Kinky Sam Week Masterlist

Catch up here: Broken Promise

Three months. For three long and painful months, you are gone. Sam is missing you like hell, and it drives him crazy that you don’t answer his calls.

“Sammy, you need to stop doing this,” Dean huffs. “You reek, and your face—” He grins while poking his brother’s bearded cheek with his index finger, “a tragedy.”

“Leave me alone,” Sam snaps back. “If you didn’t get me drunk, she’d be still around. It’s all your fault. You had to brag about your girlfriend and call Y/N a mouse.”

Dean crosses his arms over his chest and huffs. “It’s not my fault you talked about your sex life. I didn’t ask you questions about Y/N and her preference in the bedroom. Too much information, dude.”

“I lost her—” Sam wipes his face. “How can I move on if I just lost the love of my life.”

Dean opens his mouth and closes it. He never thought Sam would anyone call the love of his life but Jess, or maybe Amelia.

“What if we visit her at her friend’s place? I explain that it was my fault and that I got you drunk,” Dean offers his help without hesitation. “Come on, Sammy. It’s your birthday and I want to help you get your girl back.”

Sam shakes his head. “She won’t see me, Dean.”

“Did you already try?” quirking a brow Dean looks at his brother. Sam shakes his head again. “Coward.”

“What?”

“You’re a coward,” Dean grunts. “If you love that woman so much you will shower, dress in fresh clothes and get your shit together. Do whatever is needed to get her back. Go on your knees, beg and plead if you must!”

“Dean…”

“Don’t come up with more excuses,” the elder brother hisses. “You will do as I say. I’m still your elder brother. Now, move your ass or I’ll punch you for being a coward.”

“No,” you refuse to talk to Dean. “I don’t want to see you ever again, Winchester”

“Good,” Dean grins. “If you don’t want to see me,” he steps aside and pushes Sam toward you, “you can talk to this guy.”

“HEY! WAIT!” You grunt. “That’s not what I mean, Dean Winchester. Get back here.” You yell while Dean walks toward his car.

“You wanted me gone, sweetheart,” Dean snickers before he gets into his car. “You can’t change your mind all the time.”

“DEAN!” 

“Uh-hi,” Sam shuffles on his feet. “Look I know you are still mad and hurt.” He sniffs and tries to find the right words. “I just wanted you to know that you are the best girlfriend in the world and the love of my life. I messed up because I wanted to brag for once too.”

“Sam,” you drop your gaze and shake your head. 

“Do you…hate me now?” 

You lift your head to get a good look at your boyfriend. He looks tired. A thick bear frames his face for the first time since you met Sam.

“You’ve got a beard now.”

He hums, unsure if you are mad at him for not shaving before coming here. “I should’ve shaved,” he ruefully says. “Dean didn’t give me more time.”

“Hmm…” you glance at his beard, hands twitching while Sam tries to find a way to win you over. “It looks soft.”

Sam blinks a few times. He wonders if he got you wrong. “I don’t know. I haven’t touched it.”

You suddenly grab his face to feel his beard. “Soft but scratchy,” you murmur. “Not bad…not at all.”

“Y/N, can we talk,” Sam tries to get your attention, but you are busy feeling his beard up. “Baby?”

“I know it’s your birthday today,” you drop your hands and grab his wrist, “but I want you to make things up to me before you’ll get your gift.”

“How?” 

You smirk. Sam is one of the smartest people you ever met, but sometimes he’s just dull when it comes to understanding a hint. 

“You know how,” you tug at his wrist and guide him inside your friend’s house. “My friend is out of town for the rest of the week…”

“Fuck, that’s it,” you grip the headboard tighter and throw your head back as Sam works your thrumming clit with his skilled tongue. 

Sam finally caught up with the meaning of your words and decided to worship you the best way possible – offering his face as a throne to you.

“Shit…I’m gonna,” you gasp loudly feeling the pressure get too much. You soak Sam’s face and his beard, earning a deep growl from him. “Sorry…that was…”

You get off your throne, worriedly looking down at Sam. 

“Fuck, you squired for me, kitten,” he grins dopily. “Wow! I never made a woman squirt before. That was…amazing, baby. Never apologize for being amazing and goddamn sexy.”

“If,” you grab his face to press a kiss on his lips, “you tell Dean about this, tell him it tasted like heaven.” You smirk against his lips. 

“I won’t…I swear.”

“You better not or you won’t get your birthday gift, Samuel Winchester…”

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#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #Broken Promise (2) #kinkysamweek2024 #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x y/n #light smut

[berrinlee]

Hear me out, a vampire like reader x sbg cast. Like they don’t drink human blood but they do drink phantom blood (do they even have blood?) Maybe reader had actually been in the cycle longer, giving them more experience with the phantoms? Like in the day time just your average goth but when it strikes twelve? Those phantoms better pray. I think it would be funny if they were the youngest, like Aiden but with more maturity? 🩸-anon

NIGHTFALL

author’s note : I LOVE THIS (you can be 🩸 anon!!)

concept : vampire!reader with sbg group

genre : hcs + one drabble, vampire au (only reader)

content : gn!reader

first meeting the group

⠀ › ⠀being honest, the group thought you were some newly found demon that lurked the phantom realm.

⠀ › ⠀they were freaked out when they saw you just recklessly eating off the flesh of each phantom and slicing all of them into pieces.

⠀ › ⠀at first you seemed like a maniac but the more they saw the more that ashlyn felt like you were doing it like you knew what you were getting into.

⠀ › ⠀as they were watching you assassinate each phantom and clear the area for them, aiden felt most fascinated and was about to jump in as soon as you killed them all until you started sucking on the phantoms flesh

⠀ › ⠀the group was looking at you with pure disgust (while aiden still had that smile on his face)

⠀ › ⠀logan stared at you, aiming his shotgun at you and as soon as the bullet almost hit, you flinched. then you were gone. gone?

“i’m offended.” you hissed, crossing your arms. your clothes were drenched in blood. as logan was about to shoot you again, you kicked his gun to the side and wiped the blood dripping on your chin with the back of your hand before licking it.

the others didn’t know if they should run but tyler confidently held his weapon at you “are you gonna be a problem?” he grit his teeth as he watched your smile fade “are you?” you asked, your hand curling into a fist.

first impressions

⠀ › ⠀the group concluded that they wouldn’t hurt you (unless you do something wrong)

⠀ › ⠀aiden was mostly fascinated by your skill and asked a lot of questions

⠀ › ⠀tyler was wary of you and would get protective when you go anywhere near taylor. he thinks you’re a psycho.

⠀ › ⠀taylor was a little wary but she did wanna warm up to you, she had questions to ask too

⠀ › ⠀logan seemed to be timid around you, his guard was always up. he had mixed feelings about you.

⠀ › ⠀ashlyn felt slightly troubled abt an addition to the group, but she really pondered when you said you’re way more experienced than them. she had many questions to ask. and those questions weren’t all about your abilities. (some, not all!)

⠀ › ⠀ben was quiet around you, he didn’t stand out very much.

drinking phantom blood

⠀ › ⠀it would freak them out when they all meet up in one area and you seem to be missing

⠀ › ⠀and then after a few seconds, you come back with blood all over your shirt with a dumb smile. they look at you with a weird face and you just stare at them like “wazzup ma dudes?”

⠀ › ⠀sometimes it’s like they have to keep you on a leash because of how reckless you can be

⠀ › ⠀they would get scared and start running from you when fresh phantom blood gets all over them and your pupils just grow bigger as the scent flows to your nose

general hcs

⠀ › ⠀i like to think that you get way more energy when you drink the blood of phantoms so when you do, you’re like an unleashed beast.

⠀ › ⠀compared to the others, you’re not scared to go in a phantom-filled area. you just make sure you’re prepared.

⠀ › ⠀in the real world, you deal with terrible body pains because of the adrenaline

⠀ › ⠀aiden is very playful and challenging towards you

⠀ › ⠀you and aiden are literally a power-duo

⠀ › ⠀when you and tyler still haven’t warmed up to each other, he would hate it when a phantom would be behind him and when he hears a loud squash; he would turn around and see a phantom’s body on the floor with their head being held by your sharp teeth with a shit-eating grin

⠀ › ⠀ben heals your bruises because you get hurt as much as aiden does

#school bus graveyard #sbg #sbg webtoon #sbg x reader #school bus graveyard x reader #ash sbg #sbg ash #ashlyn sbg #sbg ashlyn #ashlyn x reader #ashlyn banner x reader #sbg taylor #taylor sbg #taylor x reader #taylor hernandez x reader #sbg tyler #tyler sbg #tyler x reader #tyler hernandez x reader #sbg ben #ben sbg #ben x reader #ben clark x reader #sbg logan #logan sbg #logan x reader #logan fields x reader #sbg aiden #aiden sbg #aiden x reader

[auckie]

I think the things that offend me most nowadays in like, smaller interpersonal interactions rather than grand, sweeping trends in culture, are when people chose to not partake in a wide set of things. Like musical close mindedness, or refusal to try different foods from different cultures. Not watching an entire subset of films bc they’re ‘french’. Avoiding reading bc you say you have adhd and it’s too hard. Like dude I get it, I’m busy. I can be picky. Everyone can. But the willful ignorance of closing yourself off to those VAST portions of the human experience, and not having curiosity and a lust to learn and explore art that was made by someone worlds apart from you either in terms of their culture, era, whatever. I dunno man it just pisses me off so bad. I think it’s arrogant. Like oh you’re comfortable in your safe little bubble huh? And you’re enforcing its barriers with the excuse that you’re autistic and have sensory issues. With music made by black people?? lol okay. It is pretty presumptuous for me to assume malicious intent but I think those prejudices are borne from either the comfort of being someone who’s wealthy and probably white not feeling the need to learn past what they think is enough, or it’s a reflection of a society that’s taught you to prioritize what it shills— popular, current (white, depending where you live ig) artists who are making streamlined, easy to digest content. Often when I meet people with these issues they’ll have one particular ‘niche’, and it tends to be like. 70s music. Victorian literature. Anime and Japanese games. But they’re still not really investing beyond the media presented. Like there’s so much more to Japanese culture than liking some cartoons put out between 2010-2020. You don’t gotta become some sorta Einstein who learns the background of every little freak in FGO yeah. But don’t you wanna aim higher? Aren’t you interested in any of the historical figures? And nothings wrong with hopping onto a trend. You read Dracula bc of that Dracula daily thing. Cool! Read more. Some people will say they’re chronically ill or disabled and can’t get outside. That’s okay. The internet is full of things you can read other than fanfiction, YouTube has a shit ton of free music. There’s Wikipedia and free articles online if you have questions about things. Yeah nobody is spending four hours a day looking at the national archives website and studying art history but it’s imbued in the things around you, and youll absorb it ambiently as you go along. you dont have to be a jack of all trades and cover every major genre of every major medium, but it never hurts to try! I really love seeing ppl ask too. Bc it can be kind of humiliating to admit to what seems like some jackass hipster that you’ve never delved into, idk, Serbian films (lol not that one). And hopefully if whoever you’re asking will give you honest good recommendations and not berate you. I’m kind of berate a straw man rn I guess. The hostile tone def doesn’t lend to an atmosphere of sharing but I cannot tell you how many times I’ve rbed anything involving specifically jazz only to see someone rb and add the stupidest comment on the post, or in the tags, or go into my inbox to be like waaah I don’t like jazz bc it’s boring and old and for pretentious hypocrites who hate neurodivergent people! Like what are you TALKING about. Fine if you don’t like it but don’t try and rationalize that as a moral standing you shit lark. And just as they’re allowed to dislike jazz I’m allowed to not really enjoy people who don’t like jazz. Or country. Nautical knots. Knit wear. Watching urbex YouTubers get their shit rocked by squatters. Korean food. Pachuco fashion and stupid ugly low riders. Bollywood films. and they don’t want to try any of those things either yknow? The next thing I’m getting into is circuit bending.

#sorry this is probably a bit whiny I just got mad remembering

[desswright29]

The Wolf..

A/N: Just clearing out the drafts at this point. This has been in my drafts for a min so I decided I’d just post. Also..I ate this banner the fuck up!! Lmao Pairing: Shuri/reader

“What’s wrong with me?”

Shuri lay curled underneath her comforter. Tears welling from deep inside coursing down her cheeks. Your breathing intertwined with hers as you lie beside her on top of her comforter. You ran your fingers through her soft curls eyes landing on a lone tear that sat right above her pretty pert upper lip.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing Shuri. You’re devine perfection.

“Don’t do that to yourself. This has everything to do with her and her own insecurities. You didn’t do anything.” You spoke softly hoping to get through to her. Yet another break up rocking her to her core. 

“I just want to be loved y/n. Why can’t I just be loved. Everyone always leaves me.” Your eyes welled along with hers. You hated this. Seeing her distraught over yet another relationship. Another little girl who couldn’t handle the pressures of being with the Queen. Sure, it sounded good. It sounded like an honor. Being whisked around the world. No shortage of income. Not to mention the Queen being a scathing bombshell. The honor to wake up to her. To have her between your legs worshipping you. Your name at the tip of her tongue. Hm.

But, the overwhelming responsibility. Always came crashing down around the naive little girls everytime Shuri got too close. Too involved. Too in love. Leaving Shuri yet again starved of her one true desire to be loved. 

“You are loved Shuri. You’ll forever be loved by me. We’re Timon and Pumbaa.” The childhood  names brought a glorious chuckle from Shuri’s mouth making your heart beam with pride. You loved to make her smile. Her eyes glistened as she stared into your irises finding comfort.

“You’re always here for me.” Her hand came forward settling onto your cheek. Her eyes became distant as she went deep into thought while her thumb absentmindedly kneads your cheek. “Maybe it’s you.” She squinted, focus reclaiming her eyes. “Maybe, it’s always been you.” You immediately rebutt.

“No Shuri. What we have means too much to the both of us. We can’t ruin it.”

“But would we. We’ve known eachother for years. Neither of us could even fathom hurting the other. Maybe we’d be perfect.” A light smile spreads across her face, and your heart aches. You brought up your hand to cuff her wrist, closing your eyes trying to pretend that you didn’t think about the way her lips would feel against yours. That everytime you hugged her you didn’t linger just to feel what it would be like to have her body pressed against yours. That her scent didn’t follow you. Lingering in your covers after she’d been in your home. You loved Shuri deep within every nodule of your heart. You couldn’t pretend any longer. You open your eyes to Shuri’s intense gaze.

“Maybe we are.” With that you felt yourself moving forward. Finally. Years of waiting and finally you were going to taste her lips upon yours. You could her breathing against your lips closing in, when a commotion at the door ensued.

Damnit.

*Bang BANG Bang*

“Shuri!! Shuri! Open up baby let me talk to you please!” Shuri sat up quickly eyes widening as she stared at the door. Eyes flashing from you to the door. 

“Ri?” She whispered. Your heart was racing in your chest from what almost transpired. But of course Shuri’s most recent ex had come just in time to reclaim her territory. 

“Shuri baby! I know you’re here just let me explain!” You sigh.

“I could get that for you if your not up for it.” You say gently. Shuri continues to stare ahead, listening to Riri plead for her forgiveness. She sounded truly sorry. Almost pitiful. 

“I know it seems like I lied. Pretending to be someone I’m not but I can explain if you’ll just open the door! Open the FUCKING DOOR SHURI!” Shuri’s head shook side to side almost as though she had only been thinking of doing it, but her mind took it upon itself to react. 

“I-I can’t. Tell her to go away.” You nod, as Shuri lowers herself back down onto her pillow once again in fetal position. You run your fingers through her hair once again and place a gentle kiss to her forhead before hopping off the bed and heading towards the door. 

“SHURI! Please! SHU-“ Riri was cut off by the door swinging open. 

“Quiet down! Have you not.. done. enough. little girl.” A sneer came over your face as your eyes darkened staring down at the petite woman. Riri’s nostrils flared as she looked up at you.

“Yoooou BITCH!” She charges at you. “Shuri don’t listen to Shit she says. She’s a manipulative bit-“ You push her back into the hallway slamming Shuri’s door behind you. You immediately slam Riri into the wall pressing your forearm against her throat, and placing your hand over her mouth. 

“Now why would you come here telling lies. Stirring up shit. Hm?” You huff a laugh through your nose. Riri’s eyes welled with tears. 

“I always knew you of all of her little flings would end up being my biggest problem. Quite literally the bane of my exsistence.” Riri’s teeth sunk into your palm. Not letting go until you were forced to let go grunting out your pain. You were immediately left with bloody saliva dripping into your eye, Riri hawking her disdain for you into her face. 

“You’re a liar an evil fucking bitch.”

“Oooorrr, I know what’s best for Shuri and I’ll do anything to make sure she gets it.” Riri scoffs.

“And is that supposed to be you! You’re fucking looney tunes! I know what you did to the others. I have proof. And I won’t be so easy to get rid of!” A genuinely amused smile spreads across your face. 

“Wanna bet.” Your hand clasped around her neck. Her fingernails scratched at your hands as she clawed at them trying to release your grip. This was always your favorite part. Watching the life leave their eyes. Knowing you were the one to take it. 

“Shuriii!! Shurii Shuri” It was a raspy attempt at a scream as you crushed her vocal chords.

You cock your head to the side. “Awww. How unfortunate that she can’t hear you. Ah well, I would’ve just informed her that In your rage. You attacked me and I couldn’t control my emotions. But my God! I wouldn’t have dared to kill her.” You laugh softly. “Uh oh?” You say looking into Riri’s lifeless eyes. “Riri? Hellooo. Riri you there?” You chuckle at your own joke.

“Guess not.” You let go allowing her limp body to fall to the ground. You press a button on your Kimoyo beads. 

“Izogie. I’ve got another disposable here infront of the queens room.” 

“Yes Empress.” Came an immediate reply. You had known Shuri all of your life. Your parents rulers of a kingdom adjacent to a Wakanda. The moment you laid eyes on her you knew she would be yours. However you were too far, and there were always the others. You despised them. You vowed that Shuri would never know love unless it was with you. You eliminated them all one by one, and now it was time to reap the benefits of all your hard work. You straightened yourself walking back into the room. 

“Bast! I don’t know how you dealt with her so long! She’s atrocious! Do you know she spit on me!?”

“What!” Shuri said, at some point she’d sat up while you were outside handling Riri, she was pressed against the headboard.

“Yes. But, I calmed her and sent her on her way. You won’t have to worry about her for awhile.” Shuri looked down, sadness taking over her eyes. You sit beside her on the bed holding her face.

“Hey, it’s going to be ok. I’m right here with you.” 

Shuri’s hand settled on top of yours. “Don’t leave.” She whispered. “Please don’t leave me tonight.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” It happened so quickly. Shuri’s lips crashed against yours. You were shocked at first but it didn’t take you long to take hold of her lips. Holding her in an intense kiss. She lay you onto your back kissing you as your hands roam her body. 

“Y/n. Touch me. Please.” Your eyes widen with shock.

“A-are you sure?” Her bottom lip curls into her mouth and she nods. You reattach your lips with hers. Your hand eagerly making its way down her body as she straddled you. Your hand found the entrance to her sweats slowly inching its way towards her holy place. 

Finally, you’re graced with the feel of her most devine part. You groan at the feel of her, as you caress her bud. Shuri throws her head back in ecstasy.

“Ooohh Bast!” Your heart pounds against your sternum at the sound. A sinister smile spread across your face.

“That’s it baby girl pray for me.”

#shuri fanfiction #shuri udaku #spotify #letitia wright #letitiawright #shuri x reader #shuri x you #shuri fic #shuri angst #shuri imagine #shuri smut #Spotify

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

https://www.tumblr.com/allnewalldifferentwildspider/748862622231838720/the-reason-im-so-vulgar-in-regards-to-aangs

What a bunch of bullshit.

"He makes no effort to get to know or understand her" they're literally traveling the whole world together - and their original reason for doing that was because he wanted to help her go to the North Pole to learn waterbending, something which means a lot to her. Just because the writers didn't think the audience was stupid and needed a scene of them sitting down and telling each other a list of their flaws, qualities and motivations, doesn't mean their relationship was shallow.

"We get the MALE GAZE from him" Wow, he thinks a pretty girl is pretty. What a crime.

"He doesn't try to find out what happened to her mom" he didn't have to, she fucking told him basically right away. Complaining about that is like complaining he never asked if Sokka was her brother, even though one of the first things Sokka ever said to Aang was "And this is Katara, my flying sister"

"He always gets surprised when she's mad about something" Aang, the naturally cheery person, is pretty much ALWAYS surprised whenever ANYONE is angry, because that's not an emotionl he usually experiences much. Doesn't mean he doesn't get her - and I say this as a very grumpy person.

And ya know who else gets surprised at Katara's anger all the time? Zuko. The guy that sent an assassin after her group because Katara had to bring Aang back to life after Azula killed him - which only happened because Zuko helped her when Aang and Katara had her cornered.

Funny how things are only bad when Aang does it, but totally okay when Zuko does them in VERY different contexts that obviously paint him in a negative light for good reason.

"He hates the food and culture that she loves so much" Disliking a culture's food is not the same as hating said culture. We only see him talk shit about the Water Tribe's hunting culture once: in the Bato episode, in his friends are accidentally shutting him out of the conversation because they're too excited about being reunited with someone that is basically family. A 12-year-old throwing a tantrum is not the same as him being openly racist. Ya know what IS racist though? Zuko supporting his nation's attempt to genocide the water tribes.

"He doesn't respect her boundaries and kisses her twice without her consent" ONE poorly timed kiss is not the same as him forcefully holding her in place and kissing her, or even asking first then going for it anyway after she said an explicit no. And Katara visibly enjoyed the kiss during the eclipse episode, and was basically cuddlying with him on Appa afterwards.

"He keeps trying to talk for her when she's angry" You mean literally the same thing Zuko did in Southern Raiders?

"He expects her to do the work for their relationship... but he also makes wild assumptions about them being an item already... but he also wanted to talk things out with her to make sure he got it right..." I don't even need to tear these apart, the OP did it for me by making their arguments contradict each other. How kind of them.

"Aang wants the beautiful image of Katara. He wants that pretty face, those big blue eyes, that body, those long legs, those hips, the chest, and the hair that is just so manageable" While Aang is attracted to her, he NEVER mentioned a single one of those things, ever. The hair thing was literally MENG being insecure about her own hair. If you wanna simp for Katara, go ahead and do it, there's nothing wrong with it, but don't act like Aang only sees her a piece of meat.

"He has no interest in the complex, strong, hurt, angry, and caring person that Katara actually is" Ah yes, that's why he doesn't cheer her on when she's fighting Pakku, or helps her with the Painted Lady thing because he admires her compassion, or tells her she gives him hope, or calls her sifu, or accepts that she won't kill Yon Rah but also won't forgive... oh wait, he did do all those things.

"I'm calling it like I see it" Too bad you need glasses and refuse to wear them.

"Aang doesn't actually like Katara; he's just really horny for her" Considering your random description of why she's so hot in a post that has nothing to do it, all while ignoring her agency that used to choose Aang, I'd say that's more likely to be an accurate description of YOU than of our protagonist. Sorry, just calling it like I see it.

#anti zutara #pro kataang #pro aang

[peccaberry]

YOU CAN FIX HIM REI, YOU ARE THE SPECIAL ONE! MAKE BAD CHOICES!!!! PLEASE!!!

I still can't believe this I am crawling up the wall. I need so much more content of Rei trying to talk Volo down from Arceus like a friend who's determined to jump off that thing he really shouldn't be trying to jump off of but he insists he can do it and it will be great guys trust me.

I find this line from Paulo interesting because post PLA it might actually be the most detail of what exactly Volo's thought process was. Like it could have been assumed but it was never spelled out like this so clearly.

So in Pokemas at least Volo's stated motivation is to eliminate wrongdoers by creating a new world. He hates wrongdoers specifically and not some vague issue with the world being a hard place to live in. It's not a huge difference but in how you interpret it, it's interesting.

Problems with the world that aren't made by wrongdoers that Volo could have been interested in eliminating were things like disease, natural disasters, and the ability to get hurt in accidents.

But given this and Volo's previous "use people before they use you", it kind of seems to imply that he's met some really messed up people when he was younger who left one hell of an impression on him. I wonder if they'll ever do anything to expand on that.

Like I honestly doubt it but I'll be very interested to see what else he updates bring! Love it so far!

#peccaspeaks #pokemon #pokemon legends of arceus #rei pokemon #pokemon rei #volo pokemon #pokemon Volo #pla volo #pokemas #pokemon masters ex #pokemas spoilers

[xenaisnumber1]

So many people debate whether Lin is right for how she feels or if Su is right. I have a lot to say on it, so I might as well just do it in one post. I'm neutral on both Lin and Su. Having grown up with a bunch of siblings, I know what it's like to be hurt by a sibling and feel that pain of knowing the person that's supposed to love you has hurt you. And I know what it's like to hurt your sibling and the immense guilt of what you did. And I know what it's like to grow up and realize how the resentment and hurt you feel from childhood fades because you're more experienced and you realize that you don't want to feel that way anymore. And that you still love your sibling even if you've fought.

I don't think Su ever meant to hurt Lin. It really was an accident. You can see the horror on Su face at what she's done. She does blame Lin after, but I feel it's from a place of guilt. She wants to deflect the blame onto someone else.

And I do feel Su was hurt by Toph sending her away. Toph said she was sending Su to her grandparents, but Su says she traveled the world at 16, so I'm assuming she ran away from her grandparents much like her mom did. I feel the fact Toph sent her away really brought Su down to Earth because she lost her family because of her actions. She no doubt experienced a lot of things through her life that eventually made her want to settle down and create a family. And I feel her experiences growing up led her to be more forgiving and accepting. I feel like this was the way that she was able to make peace with what happened. And finding peace allowed her to reach out to Toph and rekindle their relationship.

People doubt Su's sincerity in wanting Lin to be a part of her life but I fully believe Su does care about Lin and wants her in her life. The meer fact that she reach out to Lin years ago and again in the episode shows that. Because as a teenager she wanted nothing to do with Lin.

And she says she almost has the perfect family except Lin isn't in it. And she looks sad when she finds out that Lin didn't tell Korra about her. And seemed hurt when Lin calls Su her half sister because Su says that they have different dads, but are still blood.

I do get the feeling that Su does see Lin as a parental figure in a way since it was always Lin trying to keep her out of trouble. Or at most, sees Lin as the older sister that she loves and looks to for approval. You see this in their interactions. When Lin risks her life to distract P'Li, Su tries to stop Lin and just looks sad when Lin tells her she loves her. Much different from the confidence, happy person we usually see.

As for Lin. I do feel she always loved Su. We see this when she automatically shields Su when she's in danger. And we see Su seeking that protection from Lin.

People complain that Su never said sorry. I feel she did this by reaching out to Lin to try to repair their relationship. I feel as a teenager Su resented Lin for trying to control her but when she got older she realized that Lin did it out of a place of love and was able to release those negative feelings she had so that she could have a relationship with the sister she loves. I do think Su tried to recreate her childhood in a way by making sure her kids always had the freedom to be themselves while also being emotionally present for them. And she wanted to bring Lin and Toph back into her life to have the family with her mom and sister that she didn't have growing up

I feel like Lin always cared for Su when they were younger, she just showed it by trying to keep Su away from anyone Lin saw as harmful to her. But she did it in a way that was too controlling and ended up alienating Su. And I do feel like Lin probably thought Su did get away with everything because Toph never wanted to restrict their freedom. And she held that resentment for years until she finally had to face her sister. I feel like she realized that she no longer wanted to feel so much anger and hate for her sister who she does love and so she finally was able to move past it so that she could express that love she had for her sister. She realized that they've lost so many years together because of the anger.

A really long post but I needed to get my thoughts out about the relationship between the Beifong sisters and how I think this type of fighting is common among siblings. Look at Aang's children and the resentment that Bumi and Kya had because of how Aang favored Tenzin.

#suyin beifong #lin beifong #lok #the legend of korra

[krisspng]

spacechild, untitled

i wrote this absolutely randomly… there’s some nasty descriptions of a badtrip and the consequences of drugs using, but there’s also a pure filthy love.

Life is a disgusting, insufferable thing when you are alone. You may gather a crowd of people around you and still be alone. You may be alone even in bed with your wife and with your daughter running around the house. You may be alone among your friends and among girls who dream of sleeping with you. But you are the most lonely at the moment you are snorting line after line, swallowing pills and putting stamps under your tongue. 

Sitting on the floor, Ace soaks a stump with the acid and puts it under his tongue. Then he presses his forehead against the wall and closes his eyes. Fifteen minutes and darkness will pass. Body will stop hurting, thoughts will spread from the head throughout the system. And they will meet again. 

Ace had a terrible experience with LSD. He loves and hates this memory at the same time. This memory first patches his heart, and then tears it apart again.

“Ace,” a voice says, as if from everywhere. It’s warm, calls out softly and with care, but Ace hears only anger and hatred in it. Ace sees a hand that reaches out to comfort and help, to hold him close, but it seems that this hand only wants to strangle him.

And Ace, with some part of himself, understands that this all is made up, that he took something wrong or too much of something, that his fuzzy brain has caught him on the hook. But how to get out of it? Ace can’t even catch a single thought, cling to it. There are just too many of them, as well as feelings. He sees Paul, even in triplicate, but he’s blurry, and his eyes are scary, like a devil’s. Like he wants to kill. Some low voice keeps mumbling that Ace needs to kill first and then kill himself, because the blame for what just happened will lie on Ace’s shoulders. And for what happened earlier too.

And the voice is persistent, loud. Louder than Paul’s. It seemed to curl into Ace's flesh, as if it was trying to fill and own his body, which now phantomically ached from head to toe. The skin burned, it felt weirdly foreign and as if something was constantly crawling on it, and it was seething from inside. The room turned dark and Ace closed his eyes, not wanting to look at the ugly shades anymore. He knew that he needed to cling to some thought, but not to the thought that his flesh was being pierced by worms and not about the fact that he was being pushed out of his own body. He knew that he needed to convince himself that this was just a hallucinations, but he was so fucking terrified. He saw Paul even through lowered eyelids. And now it was not hatred that came from Paul, but disregard. And disregard was much more believable than hatred. Disregard kills without a knife. 

But would his Paul do such a thing? Gentle, like a blooming plumeria in the morning, and hot, like the midday sun in the evening. So beautiful in his flaws, and sometimes unreachable, like one of a myriad of stars. The brightest in the entire celestial atlas. Ace remembered how those fingers would sometimes viciously grab him by the collar, and an hour later they would caress him. How during the day a rough voice scattered curses, and that same evening gently whispered something right in the ear. And Ace remembered how at one day he wanted to end everything, and at another he was ready to go to the ends of the world, fingers intertwining. 

And these hands, so painfully dear, now did not want to strangle. They held him close, reminding him that Ace was home. He is safe. 

The memory slips away and Ace feels the hands on his face again. Warm, a bit rugged, large palms, so beloved. A thumb strokes his cheek, brushes a strand of hair out of his face. Ace feels Paul’s smell again right next to him, reaches his hands forward and lightly touches curly hair. Ace doesn't open his eyes. He's so damn scared that no one will be there, in front of him. 

“My precious princess,” Ace smiles with unusual tenderness and love, as he always smiled at Paul. “I love you.”

Jeanette would find him again, lying on the floor, most likely without clothes, most likely stained with tears and cum. But he spent these hours alone with his love.

#kissblr #kiss band #paul stanley #ace frehley #spacechild

[zacncheese]

I have feelings about Aegon and since we’re all waiting for season two I’m gonna rant for a bit.

…

I’d like to talk about Alicent in the Green trailer saying something along the lines of “do you understand how much has been sacrificed to get you on the throne?” to Aegon and how low key manipulative that line is.

She knows Aegon doesn’t care about the throne but he does care about being burdensome to his family and that’s why the line most likely weighs heavily on him, we don’t quite know how he reacts from it but from the little bit in the trailer the line does affect him.

This is Aegon having to literally be dragged to his own coronation! This is Aegon trying to flee to Essos to avoid a war over the throne he doesn’t want or feel he is worthy of and ALICENT HAS THE AUDACITY TO SAY THAT TO HIM?! HE DIDNT WANT THIS! HE ACTIVELY TRIED TO AVOID ALL OF IT BECAUSE HE HATED THE IDEA OF TAKING THE THRONE SO MUCH HE WAS WILLING TO GIVE UP BEING A PRINCE! HE DIDNT ASK FOR ANY OF IT AND YOU’RE GOING TO USE THAT TO EMOTIONALLY HURT HIM?! Like I’m grateful the show is showing that side of her cause that is book accurate Alicent but I hattttteeee how Aegon is treated in the show and by the fandom.

I hatttteee that certain characters are deemed sympathetic and oh no poor them (Viserys) while others are not graced with an ounce of sympathy or most importantly empathy (Aegon). Is Viserys entirely bad? No, I hate him but I do not believe he has no redeeming qualities. He loved Aemma and he unfortunately realized his greed for a son was less important far too late, after he killed his wife for a son, does he love Rhaenyra and (sometimes, it’s rare cause Viserys is a coward by nature) stand up for her? Yes, but he is far less sympathetic than CHILD (say whatever you want about adult Aegon but child Aegon deserves none of what he is given) Aegon in my mind I will take no criticism on that. Viserys actively created the toxic environment he is surrounded by, if he’s suffering it’s of his own making. Aegon was a child for a bit of this nonsense and had absolutely no control over what happened around him.

Aegon is the son VISERYS FORCED TO EXIST. He manipulated (softly which is why people like Viserys more than like Larys Strong for example) but he still MANIPULATED (show Alicent not book Alicent cause book Alicent is the one who seduces him and manipulates him) Alicent into marrying him at 15, forcing her to have his children as she can’t deny her husband AND THE LITERAL KING. He wanted a son so badly he carved his first wife up to try to save the son that was killing her, this failed and so he forced Alicent to give him that son and then ONCE AEGON IS NO LONGER CUTE OR EASY TO LOVE HE TOSSES HIM ASIDE. He becomes completely and utterly absent in Aegon’s life and that’s not even talking about how little he cares about Helaena, Aemond, or Daeron, Daeron who was literally shipped off to another part of the continent. He does not care for Aegon, he doesn’t guide him, does not instruct him and teach him the ways of the world. Instead Aegon is stuck with having to rely on Criston “I bash in people’s skulls cause I can’t control my anger and I can’t get over the girl I fucked ten years ago” Cole and Otto “I view women as literal incubators for sons” Hightower, alongside Alicent “I’m a hypocritical coward who will damn and literally terrorize any woman who tries to find a way to cheat the patriarchal society instead of using my power as Queen to make my children’s lives better than my own” Hightower. These same people teach and raise him. One, they teach him to not regulate or handle his emotions. Two, they frequently and repeatedly beat and verbally insult him for just saying I don’t want to challenge my sister for a throne that isn’t mine. Three, teaches him and enables the toxic and sexist mentality perpetrated by the society that they live in that women are things to use and abuse by men and that consent does not matter to him because he is not only a man but a prince and she has no real right to deny him.

Why do you think Aegon grows to be an abuser? Because he was never taught anything else. His bad behavior was enabled or even encouraged, with only slight punishment from the same woman who literally paid his victim hush money to not tell people that her son forced himself on her. She stands there telling the girl her son forced himself on that “I understand” and “It’s not your fault” and then LITERALLY PAYS HER HUSH MONEY TO SHUT UP ABOUT IT AND GIVES HER WESTEROSI BIRTH CONTROL! THEREFORE ENABLING AND ALLOWING THAT BEHAVIOR AND SHE ACTS LIKE SHE HAD NO PART TO PLAY IN WHY HER SON BECAME AN ABUSER!

He is exactly your son. He is the son you chose to raise. Aegon wasn’t born like this, YOU MADE HIM LIKE THIS AND THEN DESPISE AND CURSE HIM FOR IT. He never had a chance to be anything else, he was doomed from the start and that is why I empathize more with Aegon than Viserys. Do I feel bad that Aegon was slapped and called out for forcing himself on a girl? No, he should have been properly punished. He should have been punished for that kind of behavior a LONG time ago. But that’s exactly the problem, Alicent doesn’t punish him for this behavior and then gets upset when he continues doing it. You created the “monster” in front of you and then are shocked when he does monstrous things. You made your own bed and now you refuse to lie in it and instead choose to frequently and repeatedly abuse, terrorize, and antagonize those who refuse to participate (Rhaenyra) in the system that turned you into a victim and your son into an abuser.

#game of thrones #aegon targaryen #house of the dragon #house targaryen #hotd #rhaenyra targaryen #team black #a song of ice and fire #team green #alicent hightower #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aegon ii targaryen #the wicked king #the green king #a song of ice and feels #asoiaf #daeron targaryen #helaena targaryen #queen helaena #viserys targaryen #fuck viserys #otto hightower #criston cole

[quitealotofsodapop]

Post-JTTW Stone Egged Au asks: Bad Ichor

Amassing some Post-Jttw egg asks with similar vibes of "reject gods. stay monke".

Hehehe many questions - main ref post here. Btw in future try sending one sentence questions/comment as replies to the specfic posts. sometimes I find asks referencing a post and I can't remember which one they're talking about.

Wukong in the au makes a concious effort to inform his cubs and his people of what his mother sacrificed to bring him into the world. Her statue and the paintings on the walls of Waterfall Curtain a tapestry of a ruler more fair and far grander that any celestial in the monkeys minds.

And when their little chaotic Eclipse twins found the Consort's resting place, more of Wukong's parent's sacrifice was uncovered. Along with the King's delayed twin brother Luzhen. The little prince grows up being taught how him and the "larger him" share parents, but they aren't here in person anymore but they love him very much. Luzhen has met his and Wukong's parents during the holidays that allow it and gladly runs up to Yē Lín and Shíhuā calling them "Baba" and "Mama" let he's known them all his life. He misses them a lot. But older Brother/Mama and Bama/Baba are really good to him so he isn't sad for long.

Wukong never lets Heaven realise that Luzhen isn't his biological child, as he fears the Emperor or Queen Mother attempting to sieze custody of Luzhen out of spite. The few higher up that know agree that baby monkeys need to be with monkeys.

Pigsy is still uber confused when Luzhen refers to Wukong as "mama" and "gege" in the same sentence tho.

Mac and Wukong are still super petty tho. They call upon their ancestors during the cubs' naming ceremonies to give their little one's blessings. And along with Shíhuā, Yē Lín and Guanyin making an appearance, the royal couple are invoked to send divine blessings of protection down onto earth. They know who's calling them. They aren't happy about it but they won't hurt the little ones.

MK is still a huge JTTW fan, even more so since to him it's like learning about all this cool stuff his family did back in the Before times! And he was there for a lot it! (even if he wasn't born yet). Him and his childhood besties deduced early on that they have *some* kind of family in the Celestial realm, just not sure who.

As for the Dragons:

Going by Ao Guang still being upset by the theft (barely, in Jttw his wife let Wukong have it), of the Staff, I imagine that dragon can be super petty. Ao Guang doesn't like Sun Wukong at all for the theft and the havoc in heaven, even if he was cordial to him during the Journey.

When the youngest son of the Ao Run/Ji is fatally wounded by the Samadhi Fire, basically every royal dragon had an attack of pstd to when they lost Ao Bing. They started to hate Sun Wukong for his recklessness.

Then DBK, Wukong's older sworn brother and godfather to his young twins, suddenly goes on a rampage forcing Heaven's hands.

The royal dragons basically took DBK's imprisionment as an excuse to bail out. Dragons don't like the gods, and they don't like Sun Wukong.

Mei's parents hadn't wanted to cut ties with the monkeys, but Mei was a super sickly dragon pup and Ao Yi simply couldn't emotionally deal with cutting off her family with that happening... her and Long Chen continue to send Wukong's family birthday presents, card, and the occasional letter - all covert like a spy mission. Other dragons who disagreed with the royals continue this practice as well.

And ofc S4:

:)

Nezha: "Jade Emperor, there's a message for you from Sun Qi Xiaotian." Jade Emperor & Queen Mother: (*super intrigued! Did he find out about their connection?*) JE: "Send him in." Nezha, peaks head out of window: "Yeah he's in." MK: (*busts through wall like a Looney tunes character, shaking with anxiety*) MK, like he's on fast-forward: "Mister Jade Emperor sir I'm so sorry but Azure Lion's got this memory scroll and he trapped my family in it. He tricked me and my friends into freeing his old buddies from the Brotherhood but he wont let my mom loose and NOW he has my baby sister and little bro (it's complicated) and they're on their way here right now to kill you and my powers are glitching out and I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!" JE: "Uhhh..." Queen Mother, rolls her eyes and turns to her entourage: "Prepare the safehouse. Contact all the bodhisattvas and the Kings of Hell, and tell our armies to be ready for a big game hunt. And get this child some peaches." MK: (*heavily breathing/mid-panic attack. gives thumbs up*) Mei, peaking her head in: "Wow. Girl bossing!" Nezha: "And Sun Wukong my lady?" Queen Mother: (*looks over MK like he's the most precious thing in the universe. like she doesn't want to let him leave*) Queen Mother: "For the sake of my daughter... find Sun Wukong's mate the Six Eared Macaque. He knows those Brotherhood brutes well. It's the least he can do for giving my grandson such distress with that disappearing act." Rumble & Savage, appear from the Queen Mother's shadow: "Do we gets peaches too?" "I like melon better." Queen Mother: "Who are these?" MK, calming down: "My older little siblings. They're twins. Azure didn't take them. Probably because he couldn't catch them." Rumble & Savage, proudly flexing: "We're too fast!" "And we got our bama's powers!" Queen Mother: (*notices little red tiger-stripe-like markings on the twins' bodies*) "OH!!!! He had twins! My love! More wàizēngsūnérnǚ! Twins too!!" JE: (*frozen stiff on his throne, completely shocked*) "Can the brown one repeat what he said about celestial beasts coming to kill me?" MK, blanking at QM's use of chinese: "Did the Queen just say-" Orchard Maidens, quickly shuffling the Noodle Gang out of the Throne Room: "SO! How about those peaches?" "You'll learn soon enough." "Sorry, but we're going into lockdown." "He's taller than didi!" "Must be mother's genes that did that."

Basically MK is calling in the big guns early cus he's panicking, abd accidentally uncovers the fact that he's somehow the great-grandchild (by reincarnation nonsense) of the two rulers of Heaven!?

All he wanted when all this Scroll nonsense happened was a day off!

#post jttw stone egged au #jttw stone egged au #stone matriarch au #sun wukong #lmk sun luzhen #lmk xiwangmu #lmk queen mother of the west #lmk eclipse twins #lmk rumble and savage #lmk mei #long xiaojiao #lmk mei's parents #lmk nezha #lmk aus #lmk #lego monkie kid #long post

[caffeinatedopossum]

I keep crying really easily

#just now started crying reading a post on reddit from someone who was talking about the possibility #of reincarnation and i thought about how awful it would be if i killed myself only to get reincarnated and never be able to know my gf #honestly being apart from her is the only reason i fear there being no after life at all #before i met her i thought nothing sounded nice #now i cant stand the thought of not being with her. i guess i didnt care if it was nothing because i always had nothing #but now shes everything #i feel so bad for still being suicidal when i know i have her #i could never leave her here alone... i know that #and yet i still feel like this #im so lucky... so why cant i be grateful #i think i am grateful and its just not enough. everywhere i look it seems no one has enough #it hurts so much. i hate the world for being like this #i hate the people in this world that make it so #i dont know if it would be better to live out of spite and try to help or to give up and leave this world hoping it works out anyways #i dont know how much i can ever do here. especially the way i am now #im too sick to help anybody. im so tired of being like this

[inkskinned]

he says i hate everyone except you and that is addictive and that is kind of romantic and beautiful because you're young and you're kind of a sarcastic asshole too and you don't like bad boys, per say, but you don't really like good ones either. and you like that you were the exception, it felt like winning.

except life is not a romance book, and he was kind of being honest. he doesn't learn to be nice to your friends. he only tolerates your family. you have to beg him to come with you to birthday parties, he complains the whole time. you want to go on a date but - people are often there, wherever you're going. he's just so angry. about everything, is the thing. in the romance book, doesn't he eventually soften? can't you teach him, through your own sense of whimsy and comfort?

at first - you know introverts often need smaller friend groups, and honestly, you're fine staying at home too. you like the small, tidy life you occupy. you're not going to punish him for his personality type.

except: he really does hate everyone but you. which means he doesn't get along with his therapist. which means he has no one to talk to except for you. which means you take care of him constantly, since he otherwise has no one. which means you sometimes have to apologize for him. which means he keeps you home from seeing your friends because he hates them. you're the single exception.

about a decade from this experience, you'll type into google: how to know if a relationship is codependent.

he wraps an arm around you. i hate everyone except you. these days, you're learning what he's actually confessing is i have very little practice being kind.

#i used to think it was romantic too and then i was like. now i see it as a HUGE red flag #writeblr #it is also almost EXCLUSIVELY said by immature ppl who think this is normal #fyi even if u think it's funny and ur like 'im an introvert it's just TRUE' like. you need therapy (ily tho) #healed introversion is just ''i would prefer to be by myself'' not ''i hate every person'' ... hate is not normal. that is not healthy #im sorry. i know it feels accurate. but if you're walking around with that kind of rage.... #1. you're making a LOT of assumptions about every single person u have ever met. which is often unfair and unkind #and also usually involves judging people based on their worst moments or little mistakes #2. you are being unfair to the person who is ur ''exception'' #3. there is a VAST difference between ''ur my favorite person'' and ''the ONLY person i like.'' #idk i think this is just a personal bias thing tbh #im sure there are people who have this experience normally #but i have YET to find a man who thinks like this and ISNT absolute DOGSHIT. although tbh.... like. im sure he exists #when u hit like 30 some of the things that were once kind of hot now just sound fucking exhausting. like ''im in a band'' #edit in the tags: i used to kind of be like this too. but the thing is that like. my life became so much more peaceful #once i started believing that people are generally good. like yes i am mad at the world at large #but it's just.... a very hard way to live. you're not a bad person or wrong for the ways other people hurt you and taught you to be angry. #but that anger will continue to hurt YOU. it will punish YOU. it will prevent YOU from making new deep connections. it will protect you yes #but it will also cause MASSIVE blowback. bc if you lose the One Person... your life will fall apart. i know this personally. #i really recommend just trying to be... cautiously optimistic instead. like. yes #people can be horrible and cruel and there are some communities (incels for example) that aren't worth that optimism #but i think like... most people will hold a door for you . most people want to help you find your wallet . #i hope one day you are able to find peace. i hope that rage eventually smooths over. i know how hard it is PERSONALLY #and i know what must have happened to you. and im deeply deeply sorry we share the same wound. #but i promise - sometimes we all need someone else to help us carry the weight. eventually the rage has to die so that we can let help in #i had to spend years biting at outstretched hands. i still often do. im still very wary . and my heart breaks that you flinch too. #here's the thing: i don't blame you. but we were both acting out of fear and pain. .... not out of healthy behavior. and ... change #was needed. i needed change too. rage was useful for a while. then it just left me isolated and bitter. i had to (with effort) #choose to let that rage go. and let people in . VERY SLOWLY THO LOL