#looks absolutely brainwashed from their pov

[musubiki]

also thinking this morning about how if mochi were to ever get in a confrontation with the m34th while lime is around he would FIGHT TOOTH AND NAIL to defend her, but from their perspective theyre like "SHE REALLY DID SEDUCE HIM????? SNAP OUT OF IT LIME!!!!!!!!" while he beats the shit out of them

#there is nothing there to imply that mochi and lime ever knew each other before the m34th #mochis like (be gentle with them ok?) and he goes (Im always gentle) and beats the fuck out of them #imagine the panic from their POV watching one of the best members youve ever had just turn on you #(SHE HAS HIM UNDER SOME KIND OF SEDUCTION OR SOMETHING!!!) #looks absolutely brainwashed from their pov #them later: i mean it was the cat witch.....he fell for the best of the best....cant blame him i guess.... #at least it wasnt some run of the mill witch...literally took one of the strongest witches to get to him.... id probably cave too...

[thejockout]

Subject Diaries #0.5 - Jockout the Subject, Part 2

(okay this is the last edging post of this series lol)

Last time I discussed my history/beliefs around masculinisation and erotic TF hypnosis, just to give a foundation of how I think about this stuff.

NOW to get into the slightly juicier details; what am I into, and what have I achieved so far with hypnosis?

WELL. What I'm into is an interesting question; and it's changed a lot in the last 2-3 years. If you'd asked me then what I was into, the answer was a fairly limited range of hypnosis: I was into "dumb jock" style brainwashing... and not much else. I didn't do a lot with either sub/dom-coded files, and had yet to discover several of my major kinks! It's kind of weird looking back at how little I used to be into, tbh. But I feel like that's often the way with kinks, they kinda spread over time.

For hypnosis, my current core interests are the following:

Masculinisation - specifically shit like changes in media consumption, physical mannerisms like manspreading or gait, and attitude adjustments. This blurs the line with the next point, but really just covers the whole gamut of a "bro" or "jock" type personality, and is the primary thing I've been into for years.

Dumbing Down - this was a kink I was very on again/off again with for a while before finding my balls and embracing it wholeheartedly. Like many subs, I used to really fear being "Permanently Dumbed Down" and losing skills and traits I need for work/my ambitions. But that's not a realistic fear and not really how hypnosis works, so now I embrace it pretty wholeheartedly. Nothing hotter than coming out of trance unable to spell or think straight. I love seeing the changes in my communication that come from it, and the actual feeling of hypnosis-induced brain fog. (And, being seen as a dumbass is a big kink too, and a nice ongoing goal.) Also included here is the whole subcategory of like, wanting to be malleable and easily hypnotisable, wanting to be someone who drops like a stone and is super impacted by suggestion. I've got some friends who come to mind when I talk about that, and it's always hot to see how easily they sink.

Corruption - this is sort of a broader, underpinning kink to the rest of the stuff I'm into; but it's a desire I have to want to be changed, to have someone coy and sly and sneaky manipulate me into changing in ways most would consider "for the worse." Making me dumber, more single-minded, more narcissistic, more self-indulgent. Fuck, bro. I get off on the idea of someone making me into their personal monster... especially if it goes a little too far from their POV and they can't walk it back. This underpinning desire for corruption is sort of what fuels my love of Dumbing Down and, in recent years, super Dom-coded Toxic Alpha type hypno generally. It's play I think you need to be careful with, but I've been having a good time so far and don't think I'd have ever started making files like Brute if I hadn't gone in that direction myself.

I listen to files outside these three themes, but generally they need to have at least one for me to be into them, and the best tick all three boxes.

I briefly listed a few files I'd listened to a bunch in my previous Diaries post; those being Jack Drago's Masculine Conditioning series, Avis' Sapiens general catalog, and Rigsby's Absolute Jock. I've probably listened to 100s of hours of both the MC-series and Avis' work. My time on Absolute Jock was a looot lower, but tis the best of the old guard of jock files on WarpMyMind. Overall, it's a lot of time to have dedicated to this kinda hypno! So you'd expect to see some results, right?

...Yeeeahhh, well, I'm still kind of a Work In Progress on that front. I have seen results, but I held myself back with anxiety and overthinking (about hypnosis) for years of this, so I've really only started to show change in the last year or so. That being said, the years of repeated conditioning have done a number on me lol.

EFFECTS I'VE SEEN

Successful Media Brainwashing - I did the unthinkable and successfully made myself a sports fan via hypnosis. It's kinda weird. For years I really struggled to even get through a game; then with hypnosis, I gradually started to just get suuper horny when I watched sports instead, which wasn't really any better because I'd just jerk off and lose interest. But sometime in the last two years, I kinda just got into it gradually and now watch for authentic, general interest. This was a real pipe dream at 17 when I envied how all the jock-types in my class could be totally absorbed and single-minded watching or playing a game, but I ended up getting there in the end! Not American so don't watch American Football/basketball/baseball or whatever, but I like rugby/hurling/F1 ✌️I credit this to Jack Drago's work, specifically Files 2 and 4 of the MC series; Manly Media Bubble and Male Oriented Interests.

General Personality Change - this is a WIP suggestion, but it's been interesting seeing myself change over the last 12 months especially. I've become a lot more dominant, confident, cocky, and even self-centered especially in online kink type contexts. IRL, I've just become more dominant and less willing to take shit; but that's only ever a good thing. It's interesting Because the nature of this kind of change, which happens so slowly over time, is that it can be difficult to look back and see the points where you used to behave differently. But sometimes like... especially since doing Douchebag-type files, sometimes I'll criticise someone or make fun of something and get a surprised reaction from a friend who wasn't expecting me to take it that far. And it always makes me feel a little good to surprise them in that way, to violate their expectations of how Nice I should be. I'm always Nice to them, and to anyone decent, but you've really gotta make me WANT to treat you well to get that now. Some people will read this and feel annoyed, or roll their eyes, but I kinda don't care. It's what I'm into. It's what I've GOTTEN into. (It's all Avis' fault really tbh.)

Libido Increase - this was a slow creeping change overtime, but went from getting off maybe 1x a day/5x a week or so to probably getting off 3x a day currently. Got a lot better at thinking with my dick and am super easy to make horny, which helps feed into the next suggestion on the list;

Dumbing Down - this is the suggestion I've had the MOST recent breakthrough with. For the month of January, I listened daily to @hyphyphurray's Muscle Boy file, interspersed with his Happy Horny Himbo and @avissapiens' Intellect Drain. Dumbing Down was always something I'd struggled to conceptualise hypnotically, but I had a perspective shift this month as to what dumbing FEELS LIKE on an ongoing basis. While under some mild post-trance haze, I wrote this snippet about it in preparation for the post a week ago:

(Don't worry, I'll summarise it.)

The tl;dr of that message is that I realised "permanent" dumbing would feel less like brain fog/tipsiness, and more like apathy towards intellectual topics. It's a priority shift, or a behavioural change; not a magic finger plucking facts out of your brain so you forget the answers. It's sort of like it just fucks with your desire to know things/answer questions instead. The information might still be there, if you hunt; but why would you? Who cares, bro? Does it even matter?

Since making that perspective shift, it's like a few years of dumbing has crept in all at once, and it's been super interesting. I'm not going to over dramatise it (I'm desperate NOT to become an RP-type blog with this) because in contexts like writing, schoolwork, etc., I think just as clearly and easily. But in leisure contexts, in hypnosis, just in chatting with bros... I feel that intellectual apathy creep in allll the time. Trying to think of an answer to something and just giving up two seconds in, because "it's easier not to think about it." Trying to remember something and quitting because "if it was that important, I'd have remember." Letting my typos and message flubs sit because "they can figure it out lol" and not over analysing whether everything I say is totally coherent or rich.

I understand the irony of me speaking in huge depth about this here, when what I'm saying is that I'm thinking less. But like I said, it's kinda contextual. If anyone was interested, I'd consider writing a hornier post under the influence of trance sometime so the difference can be seen, but right now... I'm just taking this a little more formally, I guess? Idk, I'm torn between wanting it to be pseudo-educational and also just having made myself horny writing so much about dumbing, and when I'm horny I REALLY feel that haze start to creep in and I kinda wanna just stop this an edge or something and go do anything else that's more fun 🥴

So in the spirit of the post, I'm gonna go do that.

JANUARY WRAP-UP

For the month of January, most of what I listened to were Hyphyphurray's files listed above (the number in green = the number of times I listened to them). They are paid files, but they're well worth the price, and I recommend them to anyone into this shit. I also listened to Avis' Intellect Drain 5-6 times as a supplement because I love how that just makes my brain turn off for a while.

Not sure atm what I'm gonna listen to through February, I've bounced between Muscle Boy and Avis' Toxic Douchebag Alpha a few times so far but will likely commit to one track for the month.

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This is post #2 of my broader Subject Diaries series, a blog series I plan to maintain on a fortnightly/monthly basis updating people on what I've been listening to, files I've been enjoying, and effects I've been experiencing. When I'm not trancing, I'm usually off being a mystical forest bro in the wilderness of Ireland, but I am always available for commissions here on Tumblr/Soundcloud if you reach out via DM. My flat rate is currently $55-80, but you can always check my pinned post for more up-to-date info. You can also support me with a one-time tip either via Paypal or Ko-Fi, but you'll have to DM for the first.

#hypnokink #gay hypnosis #hypnosis #jockification #jockout #alpha jock #himbo #subject diaries

[idek-anymore-what-the-heck]

Whumpril Prompt #15

Mind Games

TW: brainwashing, non-con psycho analyzation (idk if that’s a word but I think it makes sense), torture, memory loss

I just love psychological warfare. I’ve been reading up on it quite a bit, and it is just so interesting. I know that sounds a bit wrong, but I can’t help it!

Brainwashing is just *chefs kiss*. When my pets are bad, they just get another round and it is absolutely lovely!!!

The blank stares in their eyes when I am finished is the bane of my existence. Unfortunately, none of my pets have been too terrible lately, so I haven’t been able to do it for a while. Maybe I’ll do it just for fun!!!

PET POV

Master is terrifying. Her mind games are awful. Sometimes we can tell when she is getting into that mood- she gets restless, and gets angry quickly, just waiting for one of us to mess up so she can experiment on us some more. It happened yesterday to number 7. He accidentally tripped- he is supposed to be the graceful one. Master didn’t even hesitate- she just grabbed his ear and tugged him to the room. When 7 came out a couple hours later, all the blood was drained from his face and he couldn’t even remember where our room was. I had to feed him because he couldn’t do it himself.

This meant that when master came out of the room, normally she would have been satisfied.

But today something was wrong. She wasn’t as normal and chipper as she typically was after a session. Instead, her face was dark and she looked the same as before. She walked out, and made eye contact with me. Crap.

She came over to me and I quickly looked down, trying to do my work with her staring.

“Number three?” She huffed. I looked up meekly.

“Yes, master?” This was going terribly.

“Come with me to the room.” She turned and walked back to the room. I was horrified. She already had a session! She never does two in one day! What did I do wrong??

I slowly stepped over to the room and opened the door. Master stood behind a table with arm and leg restraints. She beckoned.

“Come, lay down.”

#whump #whump writing #whumpee #writing snippet #whumper #whump prompt #whump community #whump scenario #whumpblr #whumpril #whumpril 2024

[harrowing-of-hell]

it is 4am and i have consumed alcohol and i'm having tlt thoughts but they will probably not be coherent and this will be a very stream of consciousness post you have been warned

ok so to be very honest i was baffled that people read griddlehark as like, explicitly romantic whenever i first was browsing the tlt tag

like they were very obvs homoerotic and like i will directly quote tazmuir here and say there were "elements of a love story there" but i was not getting the same vibes that apparently everyone else was??

and maybe this is the difference between reading GTN in 2019 and then having to wait a year for HTN, because to me that allows a lot of time for your mind to sit and think on things and speculate

meanwhile i read GTN and HTN back to back. from my notes i finished GTN sept 14, 2022 (and i started reading it like, at MOST a week before that) and then i started HTN on sept 22 and finished it four days later (rip to people who say HTN was hard to read couldn't have been me. saw that it was in second person and nutted on the spot literally my favorite POV. guess im just built different. anyways)

so like, very obviously little down time between reading those 2 books so not a lot of time to really sit and think on it given that this is TLT we're talking about

but even now having read NTN and it now being a full year later since starting the series i still... don't get it

rather, i do not get it trying to read their relationship from the way that most people in the fandom seem to be reading it.

the pool scene and like, the drastic shift that it caused in harrow and gideon's relationship made very little sense to me and seemed kinda out of nowhere until i started thinking about it in this way; harrow and gideon do not love each other for who the other person is but rather what that person might mean for them.

to me gideon is vrry obviously someone who craves purpose after being treated like shit and generally just viewed as someone as disposable. so it makes sense to me that her goal was to escape the ninth and go join the cohort (so she can go be disposable but With Purpose).

but when they got to Canaan house....

bro cytherea groomed her SO FUCKING HARD. it's actually kinda fucking funny in a fucked up way because cytherea was like "noo gideon don't let anyone treat u like this" while gideon was getting her life force succed out of her but LITERALLY every one of cytherea's interactions with gideon just... reinforced and instilled the idea of cavalierhood in gideon

so much so that by the end of GTN gideon was like "no harrow YOU'RE the one who doesn't understand what a necro and cav are supposed to mean to each other." brainwashed. absolutely brainwashed.

ofc being surrounded by other necro/cav pairs who were Properly fulfilling their social roles influenced her as well, but cytherea had such a big part to play in it.

so naturally gideon's Search For Purpose shifts from being disposable-but-with-purpose in the cohort to being disposable-but-with-purpose as a cavalier.

so for gideon a relationship with harrow as her cavalier might mean a chance at having a Purpose, and this is why gideon loves her

meanwhile for harrow... the girl is 200 dead children and has been suicidal about that shit from day one. so here is one of the children that was supposed to die for her, but didn't, and fought her every single day of their lives, and it's this child that's offering her forgiveness???? like bro ofc she's gonna take that it's literally the salvation she's been looking for that even God, as we learn in HTN, can't offer her.

so naturally when the answer to lyctorhood is "ok now kill her and vore her soul <3" harrow would be like FUCK no. harrow has only now really beginning to think of gideon as a person and not a slave, as someone who is OF the Ninth house and not just beholden to it. so whyy would she ever kill her at this point.

and we KNOW this means so much to harrow because, thinking she's on the brink of death, she just straight up asks gideon if she's really forgiven her.

this is why i think they love each other and also i think this adds up with where they are now in the series. their reasons for loving the other person are completely at odds!!! so even with their now "Repaired" relationship it is still hopelessly fractured!!!

and tbh i do think griddlehark at this point is more, but not at all completely, one-sided than most people think because like, i think (or at least i hope??) harrowhark is slowly snapping out of this line of thinking and is realizing that's Not a healthy way to view gideon (idk i may be wrong) while gideon is DOUBLING DOWN SO HARD on being a cavalier. like that is her Purpose now it is her Identity!!! she needs to be someone's cavalier, and if she can't be harrow's then she'll try to be her father's.

not a fucking word out of her mouth when alecto kisses harrow but when alecto pledges herself to harrow?? she called the soul of the earth A SLUT!! absolutely insane.

anyways that's it that's all i had to say. i hope harrow and alecto fuck nasty in ATN <3

im not tagging this as anything tlt related but this will prob still some how show up in tags anyways because tumblr is stupid and broken

#vixen.txt

[party-9]

Yandere prince x destined for another reader

Imagine the crown prince of your continent, a childhood friend of yours, absolutely upset that the prophet destined you to the grand Duke's son, prophesied to be the hero.

Disclaimer: MDNI, yandere stuff, angst, mayor character death, not a happy ending.

Prince's POV

This day was like every other day with my sweet and charming friend, they were so radiant that even Forest critters stare at them in awe, they have been introduced to me, as part of the treaty between the royal family and the temple, and even if I didn't exactly like them at first, I've grown fond of them after experiencing their neverending kindness.

Reader: Today is a very special day, my future spouse will be prophesied, and whoever that is, will save the kingdom from monsters lurking at the black forest.

Prince: Oh that's wonderful to hear bunny

Oh~ I was extatic, besides having them as a spouse, I'll be the hero of my country, making my rule safe from any competition.

We both prepared, they wore a baby blue tunic, dressed in gold to the ceremony and I wore my best robes, very confident that I'll be the object of the prophesy.

There we stood in front of the prophet, and I assured my bunny that their spouse will never mistreat then, quite sure I never will and just as everyone was in position and I waited to hear my name called to be my bunny's spouse...Another name is called, what? How is this possible?

Me and bunny are meant to be together, I don't wanna see them with that damn brat! Apparently, my future spouse was destined to the Grand Duke's heir? Who does he THINK he is, my bunny is mine and MINE ALONE !!!

My bunny turned to look at him, seemingly happy with the news(because that bastard was quite attractive) and after seeing them so exited, I could hardly contain my rage!

But I didn't wanted to rain on their parade, so I masked my emotions the best I could and I congratulated then half heartlely...

Afterwards things changed, I thought I could deal with the situation, even if it hurt me deeply, but my bunny enjoyed? Spending time with that rat, si much so that they didn't visit me as much as before and when they did... When they did they talked about how happy they felt for their outcome! Ahh!

Don't they realize we were meant to be together!!? That prophet must have brainwashed them after I left to control my rage!

I felt a pang in my heart, and the whole intention to separate that bastard from my darling bunny! Fortunately, as the crown prince, I've been trained to control my emotions, and that I did, for years, while MY bunny growed closer to that cry baby of a man, each day, the darkness in my heart growing, seeing them get further and further away from me.

It got to a breaking point after the beast started to raid villages under our protection, all while the supposed "hero" was still under training, all he has done is robbing me of my bunny apparently! Not even doing what he was destined to do. My bunny advised me to have faith in their spouse, that they are the destined hero, but I just couldn't bear it anymore, and that night, I had a strange dream...

I knew it was a dream, since I couldn't hear see anything other than darkness, and from the darkness I felt a voice talking to me.

Mysterious voice: Oh my~ ain't your story so sad~ Your "future spouse" taken from you by a useless child~.

I gripped my sword and called

Prince: Who are you!? Show yourself !!

As I started in disbelief as the black fog turned into a tall androgynous individual, with heeled boots, as well as a tail and horns.

Mysterious voice: Your people tend to call me demon lord~ But you'll call me "My lord" after going under my command ~

Prince: I don't care what you offer, I'll never let you ruin my country and my people!

Demon lord: Oh I don't wanna ruin anything ~ I'll just rule over you as I see fit and... Well that's a shame~

Prince: What is?

Demon lord: Without my help, your darling "bunny" will never look your way~ can you honestly tell me you'll forget about them and peacefully let another person take them~?

Prince: What?

Demon lord: You have me~

Prince:I... Of course not!! But what choose do I have!?

Demon lord: I'll make them be bound to you~ what's a prophesy in front of my power~

Prince:...What are your conditions to give my bunny back to me?

Demon lord: Oh just ten years of your live~ I'll take controll of your body for ten years and then I'll give it back to you, with your darling being bound to you~ how about it~?

Prince: As long as you promise not to kill my people indiscriminately, I accept

Demon lord:Sure thing, now~ I'll see you in ten years.

Time skip~

I awoke, with my darling bunny at my feet, a bit confused, but happy to see them by my side

Prince:Bunny~! Can you give me a resumen of the last ten years?

I wasn't scared of the consequences, whatever that demon lord had done, was useful to bring my bunny to my side, but bunny ... Avoided my gaze and began to do as I asked, giving me a rundown of the last ten years.

My country was in a dire situation, full of famine and infections, as my stopping of the wall building, allowed more monsters to get in, their spouse completely exhausted from all the monster killing due to my legislation, instituted after I was crowned king, their marriage was broken after 9 years without a heir, and I snatched them for myself under imperial law, my people hated me, and the court was full of corruption.

I knew the demon lord would allow monsters to be rampant, but it's nothing I can't change on the future, the thing that worried me the most, was that my darling didn't look at me anymore, and when I asked them why, they responded they are tired, so I let them go rest, can't have them tired and working hard, that's my responsibility.

After my darling went to the bedroom, I took care of some paperwork and went to the Kings bedroom, now considered mine and I saw my darling...with their wrist slit!

I wailled into the sky and blamed myself!

Whatever that demon had done, it was I that put my beloved and my people in danger by accepting his temptation, if I could go back I would!!!!

Later, after assigning a capable court member as my stand in, I began looking for ways to get my bunny back, going to dark magicians and spending a lot of the Treasury, when everything failed, I gave in to alcohol, while the country situation was getting worse and worse with no one to lead, finally after a coup d'etat leadered by the hero, I was buried alive, right next to my darling fortunately, while the hero was expected to pick up my mess, I didn't care, as I spent as much time as I could with my darling, before succumbing to asphyxiation after the air ran out, I just wished I hadn't been so selfish, so my darling bunny and everyone else could have lived better lived... So that my darling wouldn't have to left in such a gruesome manner, thanks to my actions, I wished and wished, but as if disgusted, my goddess never answered and the demon lord didn't either, probably amused at my reaction, I withered like that, after taking everything from my bunny, long after they had decomposed, since I was a coward and couldn't follow then right away after their death.

#yandere prince #yandere x reader #angst #yandere #tw delusion #tw angst #tw death #tw yandere #tw sui #tw depressing thoughts

[zyrafowe-sny]

Totally Random theprincessofdenial Appreciation Day

It is no secret that theprincessofdenial/@sercezgazety is one of my favorite fanfic writers. She does unreliable/brainwashed narrators so well, leans hard into character flaws, often includes a bathroom break, and isn't afraid to leave things messy.

For no reason I feel free to disclose, I am doing a round up of a few of her greatest hits.

TOH Fics

The Silver Platter is an amazing look at Hunter from Lilith's POV. @ashanimus made a great podfic of this one.

The Matter at Hand has so many hand puns. All during a discussion about what the new government should do with the former Golden Guard.

Family Portrait explores the complicated nature of family and the ultimate family tree Lilith makes is cursed wonderful.

A Potter's Field is one of my absolute favorite fics. It has: politics, lustration, trials for former members of Belos's regime, archeology, multi-media storytelling, puns... I love it.

Non-TOH Fics

The Fairest of Them All is an excellent Spones fic that is disorienting with a good payoff.

Mourning Sickness is a fic I haven't actually read yet because I keep being derailed when I try to watch Re-Animator. But please read it if you have!

#fanfic rec #toh fanfic #the owl house fanfic #the owl house #star trek fanfic #reanimator fanfic

[izukuwus]

Edible Arrangements 36

First - Prev - Next - M.list - Ao3

A/N: I'mma keep it real with you chief I didn't feel like editing so I didn't. enjoy this in all its raw glory and experimental bullshit. I'm having fun with POV stuff. suffer. <3

I will probably be returning later on to edit this more properly!

Summary: [name] finds somewhere to stay. The world moves on.

Warnings: man I never know what to warn for. this whole chapter is basically an out of body experience complete with ✨conflict✨though so watch out!

Word Count: ~3800 words

Hitoshi does not know what happened, but he has a sinking feeling that it wasn’t good.

For one thing, [name] is asleep on his couch with a duffle bag he’s never seen before at their feet. For another, they look like shit. For a third thing, he can’t get into contact with Izuku, and [name] hasn’t answered any of his questions since they got here. In fact, they’ve hardly said much of anything, just stared at him, dead-eyed and confused.

All the explanations had come over text yesterday.

Can I stay at your place for a while? I can’t stay here anymore. It’s not safe.

It must be because they were so shaken up from the attack, right? He can see Izuku explaining how unsafe it is around him, with the way the guy’s been blaming himself for every so much as paper cut that [name] sustained since they met. And given the guy’s history with serial killers, it’d make sense.

Maybe [name]’s just upset by that.

Except, that wouldn’t explain why their eyes are so dead, why every time Hitoshi has tried to ask them a question, they’re somewhere far away. He doesn’t know where to take it, but it’s been a full twenty-four hours and they still haven’t made a move to even eat anything.

They’re just laying on his couch, staring at the ceiling.

So, Hitoshi brings them food. He recalls them mentioning how they liked spaghetti once, so spaghetti he brings. They’re still sprawled over the couch, so he sits on the other side of the coffee table and stares. “Are you going to eat?”

They make a weird half-shrug, restricted by the sling. His heart sinks at the wince they give. “I don’t think I’m hungry.”

It’s the longest sentence they’ve said since they got here.

“You should eat something. You need your strength to heal that stab wound.”

“Stab wound…?” they echo, a tilt to their head.

“Yeah. You don’t remember being stabbed?”

They turn to meet his eyes at last, and not an emotion reads on their face. They shake their head just slightly.

Oh. That is what we in the business would like to refer to as a “problem”.

“Will you eat something?” he tries again. He hates to do this, especially to someone like [name], but if they won’t eat…

“Not really hungry,” they reply, more firmly this time.

The fact that there is almost no change in expression is horrific and jarring. He’s not even sure his quirk has actually taken hold on them until he commands them to sit up and they listen perfectly.

“Eat the food I gave you,” he orders, feeling a pit settle in his stomach as they begin to obey before he even finishes. “Be careful to chew it properly and not choke on it.” He hates using his quirk. Hates the guilt it churns. Hates the control. He knows it’s a deep-seated thing instilled in him from years of shitty living, but he can’t help it. The hollow expression on their face as they eat is just too much.

While they eat, he slips into the other room and pours a glass of water. Sets that in front of them, too, and when they’re done, he orders them to drink it slowly.

When at last the glass is drained, he releases his quirk. Again, he’s barely certain that it’s worked—they have the same empty look in their eyes. When he brainwashes someone, he thinks of it like temporarily shattering their mind.

And here [name] is.

Sitting on his couch looking absolutely shattered.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, mostly in an attempt to figure out whether they have their autonomy back.

They give another awkward, wince-y, half-shrug, seeming no better than before.

Well.

At least he got them to eat.

~

To say that things are fine would be an inaccurate assessment of the situation at hand.

See, [name] isn’t picking up their phone or texting anyone back, and people have been texting them a lot. They’re only eating when Hitoshi brainwashes them and forces them to, only drinking when he does the same. If anything, the situation seems to be worsening—he’s not sure if it’s his quirk or their condition, but what was at first able to be “eat the food” becomes more and more complicated each time.

As their phone blows up (charged only because Hitoshi made sure it would) Hitoshi sits with his dinner and theirs and tries not to think too heavily about the past week.

“Are you going to eat?” he asks, like he has the past several days.

They shake their head. “No.”

He’s growing better at telling when his quirk washes over them. Part of him wants to think it’s because they’re getting better—just slightly, their expression when under his influence and their expression when just staring at his ceiling are drifting apart. He wants to believe that. In fact, he does believe that. [name] is getting better. Their condition is improving.

If they were responsive, maybe they’d catch him lying to himself. He settles in for the work he's about to do:

"Pick up the fork."

"Now put a bite's worth of food on the fork."

"Now put the end of the fork holding the bite of food into your mouth."

"Remove the fork from your mouth."

"Chew the food in your mouth."

"Swallow the food in your mouth."

He won't lie. The fact that he has to do this is... bad. He's not sure how to fix this. Depression wouldn't put [name] in a state like this. He's not sure what would, but he knows depression.

He checks his phone, in between instructing them to eat.

Mina to Hitoshi at 7:43 PM

Mina: hey have you heard from [name] at all?

Mina: they're not picking up or texting back and I can't get ahold of izuku

Mina: I am one missed call away from breaking down their door

Hitoshi: yeah, [name]’s been at my place

Hitoshi: for like the past week

Hitoshi: I’ve been trying not to pressure them but honestly you should get over here

Hitoshi: it’s bad

He sends his address and goes back to work. “Pick up a bite’s worth of food with the fork in your hand.”

Like that, he works, making sure that they chew and safely swallow every bite. When Mina arrives, it is with Tsuyu, and they nearly push their way into the apartment.

“How bad is it?” Mina demands. “Actually, don’t answer that. If they’re not responding to texts it has to be bad.”

“They’re not going to respond when you talk to them yet,” he explains as he leads them in and closes the door tightly behind them. If he had been worried about security before [name] got attacked, he had become neurotic about it ever since they showed up to dissociate on his couch. “I’ve got them under my quirk.”

“Why? What are you doing?”

He rubs the back of his neck as they find [name], sitting on the living room couch with fork hovering above plate. Unresponsive.

“It’s the only way I can get them to eat anything. If I hadn’t been brainwashing them into regular meals, they’d be suffering starvation by now.” He glances their way, directing a command. “Put the fork on the plate.”

They obey, robotically, and he releases them from his hold.

Hazy eyes roam over the room a moment.

“[name]…?” Mina calls.

“Mina, Tsuyu,” they croak. Just the slightest light returns to their eyes. “Finally someone I recognize.”

A chill settles over the room, or maybe that’s just Hitoshi feeling it.

“Someone you recognize…?” Tsuyu says. “[name], you’ve been living with Hitoshi for a week. Are you saying you don’t recognize him?”

A tiny, tiny nod. “Do you know how I got here?”

“No? How?”

“I was hoping you knew.”

Okay, the talking is progress. The information, however, is damning.

“Are you saying you’ve just been quietly sitting here not remembering who I am for the past week?”

A nod.

“Shit, [name], why didn’t you say anything?”

A half-shrug.

Mina and Tsuyu cast him worried looks. “They don’t remember you?”

Yeah. Maybe this is bad.

“Okay. We need to figure out what happened to them. [name], hang out here and eat something.”

They don’t respond as Hitoshi leads the girls away.

“Alright. So obviously something happened.”

“They’ve been like this all week?”

He nods. “They texted me out of nowhere asking to crash on my couch for a bit because they couldn’t stay at Izuku’s anymore. They didn’t give any indication that they were like this, and they just kind of showed up at my door with a duffle bag. I figured Izuku was getting too worried about their safety and asked them to hide out somewhere for a while.”

Mina wraps her arms around herself. “Tsuyu, do you remember when [name] and Tenya broke up? Er, when Tenya enthralled them?”

She nods. “This is worse. Much worse.”

“So what, do we think they were enthralled again?”

“They’d be double-enthralled. Between forgetting their childhood friend and whatever they would have forgotten this time, that’s a huge stress on the brain.”

“I think we need to bring in Neito on this conversation,” Tsuyu says.

“Really?”

“If [name]’s been enthralled again, there’s a few candidates,” she explains, eying him warily. “No offense, but you’re one of them. Neito can copy [name]’s quirk and tell us for sure who is and isn’t involved. I’m calling him.”

So they call him. And they wait. And when Neito arrives, he’s quick to stand in front of Hitoshi after brushing a hand against [name] in passing. “What am I asking him?”

“Ask him whether he enthralled [name].”

He jolts in shock. “Enthralled them? You think they’ve been enthralled?”

“It’s our running theory. We’ll update you on what we know once we know it wasn’t Hitoshi.”

“Alright. Hitoshi, did you enthrall [name]?”

“No. I have brainwashed them with my quirk repeatedly over the past week to force them to eat and take in water, though, because I believed that they wouldn’t eat otherwise and I was worried about their health.”

“He’s clean. How do you know I didn’t enthrall them, though?”

Tsuyu tilts her head. “We still have [name]. We’ll ask them.”

“Yeah. Tell me, Neito, did you enthrall our friend?”

“I’ve never enthralled anyone.”

Mina drags him into the living room a moment. “[name], is this guy glowing to you?”

They shake their head. “He’s clean.”

“Great, thanks!”

“[name] says he’s clean. So where do we go from here?”

Neito hums thoughtfully. “We need to start by determining what they’ve actually forgotten. You said that they didn’t know who Hitoshi was or how they arrived here, right?”

“Right.”

“Then we’ll need to speak with them. Figure out what memories they’ve lost. That’ll help us narrow down who did this to them and why. Once we’ve got our list, we’ll start with the questioning.”

So they sit down, a circle around the catatonic [name], and begin to ask questions.

“How are you feeling today, [name]?” Neito starts.

They shrug. He reaches out to touch their arm.

“Can I ask you to answer me verbally?”

“Why?”

“No reason.”

“Liar.”

He laughs. “It’s just so we can figure out what’s going on with you. We think something happened.”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

“You don’t remember?”

“No.”

“What do you remember?”

“I lost my job. I wasn’t going to be able to pay rent next month.”

Mina looks about as pale as a pink girl can get. “[name], that was months ago. You lost your job in August.”

The others share a look as they blankly tilt their head. “What month is it? September?”

“Honey, no. It’s February.”

There’s a long moment where the four of them get to watch as they process the statement.

“Why aren’t you lying to me?”

“Why don’t you know what month it is?”

“Hold on, if [name] thought it was September, then…” Neito looks up from his notes. “[name], do you remember who I am?”

“We haven’t spoken before. You’re That Guy in my ethics course, though. You’re always arguing with everyone.”

“We both passed that course already. We’ve been… friends…? …for months now.”

Mina darts out a hand to cut in. “Hold on, doesn’t this mean… [name], what can you tell me about vampires?”

“They’re fictional monsters. They drink blood and turn into bats. They’re like, classic horror novel creatures.”

This time, everyone feels the chill settling over the room.

“[name]. Do you remember Izuku?”

They furrow their brow, tears springing to their eyes unbidden. “Who’s… who’s…”

The picture of them falling apart is something out of the Renaissance, an artful deconstruction of their emotionless state as the falling tears turn into a stream.

“[name], honey. Talk to me. Why are you crying?”

They shake their head, scarcely able to breathe through the tears. “I don’t know. I-I don’t, I don’t know! Don’t—don’t talk to me about that person. I don’t know them, I don’t like how that name makes me feel, don’t don’t don’t—“

“Hey. Hey, it’s okay. Let’s take a few deep breaths.”

As Mina crouches in front of them and begins talking them through the breakdown, the others share worried looks.

This is a big problem. One that demands answers.

~

The first doorstep the [name] protection squad ends up on is Tenya’s the next day.

“Are we really sure it’s him?” Tsuyu mutters as they approach. “I don’t think he would do this.”

“He’s the one with a history,” Hitoshi replies smoothly. “Too bad Neito’s quirk can’t copy [name]’s that long. This would go much faster that way.”

He reaches up and raps on the door firmly, quickly.

“It really is a nice house. Didn’t realize he was such a rich boy.”

After a few moments, the door opens. A woman stands there—shorter than Tenya, but with the same glasses, the same face. Short, bobbed hair. “Can I help you?”

Neito steps forward. “We’re looking for Tenya. It’s really important that we speak to him right away. Is he here?”

“Why, yes. I’ll go get him for you. What’s this about?”

“Something’s happened to [name],” Hitoshi replies.

“[name]? That sweet kid? Why, we haven’t seen them since something happened between them and Tenya after the two went away for college. Is everything alright? Tenya’s stopped talking about them.”

“Everything’s fine, Mrs. Iida,” Tsuyu says. “We just really need to talk to Tenya.”

She nods and disappears into the house. Minutes later, Tenya is there, staring them down with worry.

“What happened?”

“You tell me,” Hitoshi demands. “[name] doesn’t remember anything. They’ve been catatonic on my couch for a week and I’ve been having to brainwash them into doing the basics of eating, drinking, and using the restroom. Do you have any idea how hard it is to instruct someone to change clothes with my quirk without looking at them in the meantime?”

“What?”

“They’ve been enthralled. They thought it was September. They don’t know who I am, or who Neito is, or who Izuku is. We asked and they had a breakdown they couldn’t understand. Let’s make this quick: what the fuck happened?”

“Keep your voice down,” Tenya says firmly. He slips out the door and shuts it behind him. “I don’t know, exactly, what happened. What I do know is that I had nothing to do with it.”

“Great. Very helpful and not suspicious at all.”

“Really! If you’re so worried about it, you should speak with Izuku. See what he has to say. He’s the one who made it very, very clear that he was going to do everything to protect them.”

“Are you saying Izuku was the one who enthralled them?”

He pulls his best polite smile, not reaching his eyes. “I’m saying that I was not, and that Izuku had great concern for their well-being after they were attacked by the serial killer that targeted him. Is there anything else you needed from me?”

“No,” he says. “I guess not.”

They leave him on his doorstep with a mission in mind.

~

The rage only builds as they approach Izuku’s doorstep. Hitoshi knocks on the door, this time with hard, accusatory knocks. Mina is dialing his number as Hitoshi knocks.

The phone is not answered. The door is not answered. Mina calls three more times before she just starts shouting.

“Izuku, open the fucking door!”

Izuku doesn’t seem to understand why he opens the door, but he does. He stands there, looking like absolute shit. His shirt is stained, bags under his eyes dark enough to give Hitoshi’s serious competition, hair unwashed and unbrushed. He stares at them with dead eyes as the yelling begins.

“Tell me it wasn’t you who enthralled them.”

He doesn’t reply. Doesn’t look remotely surprised, either. Any defense he had is gone in that moment, until all there is is to rip him apart for this shit.

“Are you serious? We’ve been working our asses off trying to get [name] to have all their memories back, and you fucking undid all of that? Do you have any idea how much you’ve wrecked them? Do you have any idea how much they’ve fallen apart? Do you have any idea how fucking stupid you’ve been?”

And Izuku takes it.

“You know, you made [name] really, really happy. They’ve been happier since meeting you than I’ve ever seen them. We asked if they remembered you while we were trying to figure out what happened to them, and they broke down crying on the spot! It took forty-five minutes to calm them down.”

And Izuku takes it.

Neito steps up to the plate, too: “You know, I have been doing my utmost to avoid making assumptions going forward. Ever since I've been turned, I've been trying to convince myself that we can be good people. I've been TRYING to convince myself that we can live without hurting other. So what the hell is this?” He has a threatening tilt to his head, fangs flashing with each word.

And Izuku takes it.

Hitoshi is the one to finally step forward. "You're not going to say anything? You're not even going to try to convince us that you were not the one who did this?"

He lets out a bitter laugh and takes it.

"It would have been better if they'd never met you. They might have been happy, but if you could see them like this? It would tear you apart."

Nothing.

"You get that, don't you? This has nothing to do with them being assaulted and everything to do with the fact that your pathetic ass left them broken into pieces and unable to even understand why. You haven't been the one having to force them to eat for the past week. You haven't been the one having to sit them down and use your shitty quirk that you hate to instruct them through every single bite because they can barely conceive of the steps needed to eat anymore. They're going to need a full-time caretaker, to say nothing of the fact that they can't attend classes anymore. They can't remember anything they're learning! They can't do shit! Because of you."

"I am protecting them," he hisses. "What do you know about that?"

"Protecting them? Are you fucking kidding me? You can't protect shit like this. You're not a god. You're not even armed. You're sending them out into the world with no memories, no will to even eat, and no idea what they're being protected from. You can't protect anyone. If you would just ask for help for once in your fucking life, your parents would be alive and [name] would be here, where you could do anything for them. You're useless on your own. It's time you figured that out, doctor."

Hitoshi jolts back when Izuku stalks towards him, eyes ablaze. "You have no idea what you're talking about. You think you can even begin to understand what this is like for me?" His fists are clenched, green sparks wrapping around him. His quirk. The first anyone here has seen of it. "You don't know a damn thing about what you're talking about. You didn't watch that man slaughter your parents."

"You're right. I didn't. But I've watched [name]. For a week. You know I have to teach them how to do the most basic things? You know you erased me and Neito, too? You know you probably erased Tenya, again? How do you think he feels knowing that he's lost them again?"

"At least Tenya understands what it means to love someone so much you force them to forget you entirely! If someone any of you loved and cared for got dragged into this, you'd—"

"News flash, asshole! You are not the only person on this planet who cares about them! You are not the only person on this planet who wants them to be safe! You are not even the only person in this conversation who wants to protect them. We all want that, and now we're stuck with a friend who's completely catatonic, doesn't remember half of us, and barely remembers how to breathe, and you're acting like Tenya would be on board with this? The difference is, he learned from his mistakes! He has spent every second of his life ever since he enthralled them regretting the moments they don't remember him. Understands? He learned! You, on the other hand, haven't learned shit! You're sitting here determined to repeat history and fuck all of us over for the sake of your petty revenge quest!"

Izuku's voice drops into a low growl. "Petty? That man has killed hundreds of people. Were their lives petty? Were my parents? Is [name]'s life petty to you?"

"What about their mind? Their personality? Clearly that didn't mean shit to you."

The glare of Izuku Midoriya is a powerful thing. His rage is enough to knock a grown man over, if he directs it, and, based on the state his front door is left in when he slams it, it's enough to send four adult humans to the ground. The door itself is barely on the hinges anymore, holding on more out of willpower than anything.

They help each other to their feet, and when it's clear Izuku won't hear them out any longer, Hitoshi turns on his heel. "If you need us, we'll be fixing your mistakes. Don't bother thanking us."

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[gritsandbrits]

Or, me gaining respect for Lightyear 🚀⏰

Disney works harder than the devil himself to keep the original Buzz Lightyear cartoon hidden from society. But maybe that's a good thing, I say as more and more I'm starting to see the movie in a different light.

One of the most common beats in the Toy Story franchise is the consistent struggles between Buzz and his identity. The 2022 movie follows up on this by a twist absolutely no one saw coming. But I see why it was done, and from a franchise POV it actually makes sense.

In the very first toy story Buzz believed himself to be an actual space ranger, much to the exasperation of Woody. Throughout the first half the poor cowboy tries to convince Buzz that he is not the character but a toy. Buzz refuses, insisting that he is a real ranger. In one scene he tries to fly but after failing he suffered an existential crisis

Fortunately after an honest conversation with Woody, Buzz accepted the truth and helped to save the day.

In TS2, Buzz is shown to be more comfortable with his role as a child's toy. He even used Woody's iconic line to call him out for abandoning Andy. Along with an unexpected encounter with his counterpart, Buzz got a firsthand look at how ridiculous his actions were in TS1.

By the third movie, Buzz is willing to avvpt the jext stage kf his life: being part ol the preschool. Only for that to be shattered once he found out how rough children can be. As punishment for trying to escape, Buzz gets brainwashed by Lotso, effectively removing his identity&the freedoms that came with it. He becomes cold, obedient the perfect space ranger but without the moral code or his previous personality holding him back. Then he had to experience loss of memory & a different language&personality. He gets restored in the end, but under Lotso we saw Buzz at his worse; perfectly obedient, icy and serious.

The original Buzz Lightyear cartoon was lighthearted so a lot of moments played for laughs. Here, Buzz is content with his life as a ranger. Occasionally it gets him and his team into trouble. So attached to fighting evil, he even mistakes random blobs of ink for. Zurg! Then there's his tendency to kinda underestimate other's potential, like with Mira and Ty. And his complicated relationship with Warp who tricked him into believing he was his friend. Buzz often felt like a failure and didn't want anyone else to get hurt. Which is explored again twenty years later.

While the 2d cartoon paints a lighthearted picture, the 2022 movie deconstructs how harmful attaching your identity to a label is. Since Buzz wants to be a perfect space ranger he feels like a total failure if he doesn't reach high expectations. Everything comes to a head when he mets the face behind the robot. Himself.

Now this is actually where it starts making sense. Buzz has a history of meeting other versions of himself, all the back in 1999. There were a couple of episodes of the old cartoon where he fought his evil counterpart from another dimension. Then in one of the shorts he met a tiny version of himself.

Just look at him! Isn't he a cutie?

So Buzz meeting an old man version is another example of theae occurrences. "Zurg" is weary, grizzled and yet still hold onto the hopes of changing his past. When he tries to persuade his younger counterpart to give him a precious power cell, Young Buzz refuses. He'd seen how His Alisha and their crew had settled into happy lives. He wouldnt have met her granddaughter Izzy and her teammates. They had accepted him not as this space hero but as a person deserving of his own life. In order for Buzz to truly embrace this lesson he had to take a good long look at himself and the misery his stubborn brought. He refuses to ruin everyone else's lives, and a new chance for himself. That's when Buzz actually became a true ranger. By finally allowing himself to embrace his humanity outside shallow labels.

Old Buzz fell from grace because he let one mistake consume him. He couldn't see himself outside of his career. His warped perception bleeds into his perception of others. Old Buzz thinks Alisha needed to be a ranger again, ignoring that she was content with her family. He turned on his younger self, and killed his own Sox, because since the latter two disagreed with him, they become a threat when all they did was disagree with him. Old Buzz desire to be the perfect ranger nearly ruined millions of lives. Young Buzz avoided because he chose to detach himself from his title and mistake and focus on being a person, his OWN person. He also gained the clarity to value his teammates as people not just talk over them to satisfy his ego.

Overall, I think we should give Lightyear credit for being consistent with the franchise exploration of Buzz's identity. It's not as wild or out there as we assume, it's just another take on Buzz and who he is. That he is more than just a space ranger, or a mistake or a children's toy. He is Buzz. And that's admirable.

Now how about we discuss how this movie was a thinly veiled Take That to the horrid mess that was Endgame Steve?

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[hymnless-space-nugget]

Honestly, no matter which political side you’re on, both brainwash you.

TLDR: I used to be on the left and now I’m on the right. Personal experience of shift in ideologies. Lefts = individualistic, focus on the now, sugarcoat the difficult truth. Rights = collectivist, focus on future, adopt cold truth of life, dismiss individual concerns. Looking for good left-leaning Tumblr/YouTube accounts to follow.

I used to be a hardcore liberal leftist, saying that all lives matter was a joke, hating the cops, preaching that trans women are women, critical race theory is real, etc. Back then I came set with this ideologies and only followed a few lib accounts on Instagram. I absolutely hated conservatives & gops, never listening to what they had to say.

Now, I’m not sure exactly where I align, but a liberal republican seems most fitting, saying that all lives do matter (except rapists, pedos, & murderers), liking cops, saying trans women are trans women, critical race theory perpetuates racial division, etc. Now I follow conservative/republican accounts across the board (Instagram, YouTube, Tumblr, etc.). After listening, I agree with conservatives & gop on several things, but not all. I listen to the left-leaning, but I don’t see the validity in most of their points anymore.

I got into a fight with a close family friend back when the BLM protests were ignited in 2020. I was mad at him claiming that he didn’t want to have an open mind, when in fact I was the one who had a closed mind. He told me that young people are all left-leaning and that he was like that too. He said that when you get older, you start to see things differently and see things from a right-leaning pov. I put my money where my mouth is and began watching and reading things that irritated the hell out of me. Over time, I started understanding their perspective and adopting the ideologies as my own, as they made more sense to me than left ideologies do.

Since I’ve been strongly on both sides, I can compare overall perspectives.

The liberals of the left are highly more individualistic in what kind of rights they ask for. They focus more so on the now and want people to live easy lives.

In my opinion, I also feel they sugarcoat the truth to make it more appealing and palatable, or they focus on the superficial matters of things. They also are more verbally aggressive to those of differing opinions.

The republicans are more collectivist in their rights, looking at the bigger picture. They focus more so on what actions/choices of today can impact those of tomorrow and want people to face life head-on, without dancing around the issues or making it easier.

In my opinion, I also feel they speak the hard truth of certain matters, even if it’s not what people want to hear. They are very dismissive and belittling to people with different views, due to their ability to see the bigger picture. They dance around individual concerns and have difficulty finding a way to get their way without hurting others in the process.

I look back and compare my former self to my current self and am shocked at how stark the comparison is. I do feel like my eyes are more open than before, but I don’t know what left-leaning media I’d want to look at. I want to tune into that kind of content, but honestly don’t know where to start. I don’t know of any good lib/left accounts (on any platform, but I prefer Tumblr & YouTube) to follow. Any recommendations are greatly appreciated.

Anyways, I’m glad that I have opened my mind so much to accept opinions that were originally different than my own, but now I feel my mind is too crowded with right-leaning ideas. I’m firm on a lot of what I now believe in, but I’d still want to listen to people’s concerns and to those who are open for genuine discussion. I’m tired of people on either side who just belittle, who are belligerent, and just name call or dismiss others of differing opinions without even examining the true argument. Which, if you do those things I just mentioned, then you are just weakening your side of the argument since you reverting to fallacies or childish behavior.

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[clearalibi]

Day 2! Upped 1.1 to 1.5 mph which is absolutely null but I didnt want to overdo it because I have a habit of doing that sort of thing. Saw the Greek god again, he appeared to do pull ups right in front of me eee, I really think he might be from Greece...Mel said theres way hotter but our tastes seem to differ pretty vastly except for Gerry. Eh she agreed Sam V and Ren are "cute and alright but not my type" so I guess Imma give her the benefit of the doubt. Still a lil mad she said that about Barry tho. He called himself a model and a legend on hot ones, scoffing at the title of actor..I agree when he said he doesn't seem like one of them. Probably cause he's an Irish wolf god or something. Mel had the audacity to say something shitty about his eyes! Oh I wanted to say something mean about Benson soooo bad, I didnt, I should've called her a filthy casual that would've hit.

But! I am not being empathetic enough. (If only there was a Naturo like individual to help me.) There is prob a lil envy behind her support. Even though I was helping her dream big looking at Gerrys studio home combo and having other combos discussed. After I explained to her what kickstarter and patreon was, fuck i gotta keep her young is 10 years really that much of a difference??? she expressed she wants to do something, but shes like i dunno all I have is crystals. Why didn't I fucking ask her to film my shit? Why would I trust my ex's sis over my bestie? That bich dont know me and when I vaguely asked if she'd help me film something in time for VDAY she assumed it was for her bro. Yet she couldnt be upfront enough to say I misunderstood no, she had to ghost me and fucking gatekeep really?!?! Sorry that too many people fucking triggers me and you decided to adopt 7 fucking kids. Fuck you hoe. You and his ma shouldn't have given off fucking Lannister vibes the first time we met, weirded me tf out.

I thought of Cat because it was the obvious choice, I wanted quality, this could be my only chance. I'm gonna suggest this next weekend, get a feel for her, she might get super into it. Then maybe I can mute Ren and show her Animal Flow because rewatching things with different povs of what to focus on is fun idc.

Now that I know how Mel feels about Brits idfk how to feel about her to be real. But I also need to lose this complex feeling of I LOVE HIM WHY CANT YOU SEE WHAT I SEE that I have.

I have been trying to be civil with my mom despite the fact that she pimped me out 3 times but the ex was the only one to get some. She actually paid my crush to do yardwork I shit yall not. I'm glad he did a shitty job, I'm actually gonna give him kudos to that...and now that I think of it maybe he was where my aversion to blondes stems from.

I was telling the ex it would be soooo fun, if the closest we can get to the next Eminem also got famous for roasting a mother figure. I swear I have tried to be the bigger person, but this cunt is still turning my grandmother against me. FOR NO REASON!!! BECAUSE I WONT LIVE UNDER HER THUMB. BITCH I AM 31. GET A LIFE!!!!!

Seeing how she handles her spiders I now know if I had any doubt, that I'm only alive because my grandparents mostly raised me...to their credit I don't think they brainwashed me, I think they saw how problematic my ma and her bros turned out and reevaluated themselves.

#moving the fuck on for now. #fuck her man whyyyy is she like this? #i could never see myself being jealous of dorian #...at least she said Dorian sounded happy. does he know who I'm talking to? she asked. uh. no. #why does that fuck with me? #.. #why did i suddenly imagine them at our park #domestic shit again itsssss deplorable #i do not know themmmm #siiiighs

[agentofscifi]

Super Genius Marinette Ch. 5

Washington D.C.

Marinette’s POV

I wave off another tech businessman as they move on to the next table that had caught their eye. My Dad moves over next to me, throwing an arm over my shoulder. “Well, you seem to be doing well.”

“I am doing well. The judges were enthusiastic, and so have all the Tech gurus that have been by. I’m feeling pretty great.”

“Well, I’m glad. The rest of the kids have gotten some pretty good feedback.”

“Any potential business that will invest in their ideas? I’ve had at least 6 companies leave me business cards for when I put my device on the market.”

“That’s my girl. Keep up the good work, I want to visit a few more kids. Maybe get a few more summer interns for the company.”

“What’s your plan? Conquer the science world by brainwashing the next generation?”

“Viva la revolución!”

Washington D.C.

Alya’s POV

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Marinette was in the same building as us for the Tech convention, showing off some kind of watch thing to a whole bunch of adults. In the short amount of time, I’d been watching her all kinds of people had stopped to see her stand. Several had asked her questions in a variety of languages. I had blinked at that. I knew Marinette learned German in school, as well as some Spanish, and that her mother was teaching her Mandarin. But, I never knew that Marinette spoke Japanese, Italian, English, and Portuguese.

She looked absolutely in her element, switching between her languages as she pointed to the watch, glove-thing, next to her, or to the poster behind her. I couldn’t squash the rising jealousy as Marinette just kept smiling. I’d been unable to come up with anything for the showcase, and my parents almost didn’t pay for me to come on the trip because of this. I barely managed to convince my parents to let me come so I could cover all of this for the Ladyblog. This would bring in the views, I just knew it. Genius inventions by kids would be an amazing story. Especially when I wrote all about Lila’s accomplishments. Ladybug’s best friend winning a prize at this competition would be an excellent story for my university applications.

I turn away as yet another well-dressed person comes to speak to Marinette. I turn away with a growl as I push back to the collection of class projects. It took me a few minutes to get there, between all of the other competitors and visitors. When I finally make it take to Nino’s table, which held some scientific layout for some music, I all but fall into Nino’s chair.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Nino looks down at me with a concerned gaze.

“Marinette’s here. Marinette is here, showing off some stupid design, and everyone seems to love it. People are constantly over there talking to her, in multiple languages. Since when does Mari speak Italian!” “Babe-”

“And, where was all of this in class? Where were these languages, where was this brilliance, where was this confident side of Marinette that we have never seen before?”

“Babe, we didn’t really know Marinette before you arrived. She was the super young girl in class with good grades, baked goods, and not a lot of free time. Not to mention, befriending her meant getting on Chloe’s bad side. I knew she took classes for Spanish and something else, but I never knew of her speaking more than those languages. As for her newfound confidence,” Nino shrugs. “I have no idea.”

I groan. “I just can’t believe that-”

“WHAT!” Nino and I jerk our heads to the sound of the scream. We exchange a look before getting up. It only took a few seconds of crowd maneuvering to get to the scream. Lila was standing in front of her table, her face red with what I thought was either anger or embarrassment.

I reach out to my bestie, placing a hand on Lila’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

The judge briefly glances at me, then fixes his gaze back at Lila. “You are banned from this competition and we have blacklisted you from future tech competitions.” The Judge’s french was cold and hard.

I move to look at the paper. My ability to read English was passable. I was able to pick up every few words. However, I could pick out “banned”, “stolen”, “copyright” and “Stark Industries”.

“What! That’s not possible! Lila’s done so much! Why would she need to steal someone else’s design?” I’m practically screaming in french.

Lila jerks up to look at him. “Your project,” he switches back to English, which was just as cold and unforgivable. “Is not yours. We knew this the moment we came to your stand as we recognized your project. Stark Industries announced the production and eventual sale of the product over two weeks ago.”

Lila starts to pale fast. “I-she stole it from me. Marinette must have stolen my project and told everyone that it was her’s!”

“We have video footage of you breaking into the inventor’s house and taking photos of her projects. Now, please stop lying to everyone here. You are wasting valuable time.” The man turns on his heels and leaves.

I look back at the sheet, then at Lila. Lila’s face was contorted. Her jaw clenched, her brow furrowed, and a red face. The paper was crumpled up in her hand. “Lila, are you alright?”

Just as quickly as the anger came, it disappeared. Lila’s eyes fill with tears, her lips were quivering, and then she gives a wretched sob. “It’s-It’s all Marinette’s fault! She must have told them I was stealing!”

I wrap my arms around Lila. “It’s ok Lila. We’ll get this all straightened out. I’ll make sure you get the credit. Marinette can’t be this smart anyways and no way does she know Tony Stark!” I suddenly gasp. “Lila, you could tell Tony Stark and his daughter about Marinette! He helped fund our trip, you told us how close you and his daughter are. I bet if you explained everything, they’d drop Marinette in a second.”

Lila freezes before a smile fills her face. “Of course, how could I forget. I’ll call them!”

“No need dudette!” Nino gives the pair of us a big smile. “I just saw Tony Stark a few rows over. He’s looking at student projects.”

Lila’s eyes go wide. “That’s not necessary! I wouldn’t want to disrupt him during the convention.”

I give my bestie a wide smile. “It’s fine! I’ll get him right now!” I wave my hand. “Mr. Stark!” Dozens of heads turn towards me. I was only interested in the man with dark hair, sunglasses, and an expensive suit. “Mr. Stark!”

The man pulls off his sunglasses and raises an eyebrow at me. “Can I help you?”

I give Tony Stark a big smile. “Yes!” I point down at Lila. “It’s Lila Rossi! Your daughter’s friend! They meet several years ago in Italy!”

Tony Stark’s eyebrow rises. “I know all of my daughter’s friends. They’re currently planning a rebellion against me.”

I blink. “What?”

Tony Stark turns to Lila. “Would you spend 6 days in front of a TV?”

Lila scoffs. “No. I have way better things to do.”

“Then you’re definitely not one of my daughter’s friends, because they all just spent over 128 hours watching 12 Star Wars movies, 7 seasons of Clone Wars, the Bad Batch, all 4 seasons of Star Wars Rebels, and both seasons of the Mandalorian.”

“I-what?” Lila is blinking rapidly. “She’s your daughter? Why wouldn’t she go shopping or take a vacation, or something actually fun?”

Tony Stark shrugs. “She’s a fashionista nerd. Some days she wants to go shopping, other days she wants to obsess over Star Wars, or build a wireless charging device.”

Lila’s head snaps up at the same time as mine. “What?”

Tony Stark gives a small smile. “Maybe you should be more careful of who you steal from.” He puts his sunglasses back on. “Maybe you should stop making up lies about my child, I have excellent lawyers.”

I stare at the billionaire. What was happening?

Lila’s mouth opens and closes. “It’s Marinette’s fault! I don’t know what she told you, but she’s lying!”

I start nodding. “Lila’s right. I thought Marinette was super sweet when I meet her, but she’s nothing like that. She’s a bully, a thief, a liar, and she’s selfish!”

“Selfish?” Tony Stark crosses his arms over his chest. “What, she won’t give you free, handmade clothing? Or plan elaborate class trips she’s eventually excluded from, despiting doing all of the work? Or because she won’t babysit three rowdy children, last minute, all night, with no pay, so their sibling can have a date night on their parent’s dime.”

“I-” My mouth drops open. “What?”

“Marinette has recommendations from the Style Queen, won a contest by Gabriel Agreste, is the personal stylist for Jagged Stone, has regularly designed for Clara Nightingale, graduated from Lycée when she was 14, and will be attending MIT at age 15. You, Ms. Césaire, run a blog. Ms. Rossi is a small-time model for a dying fashion company. Now, who should I believe?”

“Lila’s more than just a model. Her mom’s an ambassador. She saved Jagged Stone’s kitten, does green initiatives with Prince Ali, she knows tons of famous people, half of Hollywood!”

There’s a burst of laughter behind Tony Stark. I shift my eyes to the girl standing there. “You’re kidding me, right? Any real Jagged Stone fan knows that he’s allergic to fur and he has a pet crocodile. Have you people never heard of Google?”

I frown at her. “Who are you?”

The girl shakes her head. “MJ.”

“Why are you here?”

“I’m competing, like most of the kids here. Why are you here?”

I purse my lips. “Moral support.”

MJ snorts and turns her attention to Tony Stark. “Hey, Tony, judges are about to announce winners. You gonna stand with your interns or keeping talking to Lie-la and the blogger?”

“I’m coming MJ. Honestly, no respect from any of you anymore.”

I watch the pair of them walk away, mouth still open.

“Uhhh...dudettes? What just happened?”

Marinette’s POV

My dad comes up next to me as the head judge walks up to the stage microphone. “See any interesting projects?”

Dad pulls off his sunglasses. “Saw a few good projects, gave some applications.”

Uncle Rodney reaches over and hands me a cup of coffee. “Corrupting the next generation. Honestly, Tony.”

Dad rolls his eyes. “Your classmates are here.”

“I figured some of them would be. Max did make an A.I.”

“And Lila Rossi tried to pass off one of your projects as her own.”

“Which one? I know about the app. Lawyers will be serving papers to her mother today or tomorrow. Lila will get the papers after her Mother. The lawyers are waiting for a call from the French team.”

“The wireless charger. Judges disqualified her.”

“Let me guess, I’m at fault.” “Apparently, you’re corrupting and lying to my daughter.”

I roll my eyes. “Of course I am.”

“Ladies and Gentlemen!” The judge nods to us all. “We would like to thank you all for coming to this year’s International Technology Showcase in Washington D.C. We’ve seen many good inventions this year. However, some stood out against the others. As you all know we had 3 main Divisions: High School Student, Undergraduate Student, and Graduate Student. We will also be naming two honorable mentions in each category. These three categories are divided up by education level. Each division winner will receive a $150,000 prize, with the honorable mentions receiving a $50,000 prize. The last Divison is an opt-in group, with no age restrictions, but much higher expectations. They will also have two honorable mentions. The winner will receive a $250,000 prize, with the honorable minions receiving a $100,000 prize.”

“Now, the winner of the High School Division is Cao Xia!” There’s a round of applause from the room. A young woman walks up on stage and accepts a gold-colored award. “The honorable mentions in the High School Division are Matei Stolojan and Adama Ndione.” The applause continues as the two students walk up and accept two silver-colored awards.

“The winner of the Undergraduate Student Division is Penny Foster!” The applause continues as the winner comes up and accepts their award. “The honorable mentions in the Undergraduate Divison are Alvaro Bolívar and Zhang Min.” They both come up and accept their rewards before continuing off the stage.

“The winner of the Graduate Student Division is Yuliya Kozlov.” An older student comes up and accepts the gold award again. “The honorable mentions for the Graduate Student Divison are Ulrich Wächter and Kimura Shika.” Another two older students come up to take their awards.

“Now, the honorable mentions for the Professional Divison are Feza Bashara and Peter Parker.” I give Peter a big smile as he goes up and accepts his award with a student who looks a few years older than him. Both of them walk off the stage. “Last but not least, the winner of the Professional Divison is Marinette Dupain-Cheng-Stark.”

I smile at my Dad as I walk up the stage. The applause from earlier restarts as I take the gold award from the man at the front and progress over to the collection of other winners.

“Congratulations, Mari!” Peter is smiling widely as he holds his award. I give him a wide smile as his Aunt May starts taking pictures.

A minute later, my father is next to me, hugging me. “That’s my girl!” Rodney managed to snag a few family pictures before the reporters that are present.

“Mr. Stark, are related to Marinette? Is this your daughter?”

“Mr. Stark, why is young daughter just now becoming public?”

“Mr. Stark, do you plan to leave your company to your daughter?”

The questions continue for several more seconds before my father sticks a hand up. “One at a time, please!” The Reporters all take a step back and several raise their hands. My Father nods to one.

“Mr. Stark. Is Ms. Marinette Dupain-Cheng-Stark your daughter?”

“She is.”

“Why is this the first time we’ve seen her?”

I smile widely. “I wanted a normal, quiet childhood. Dad tends to attract a lot of attention. However, I’ve recently finished Lycée, France’s version of high school, and I will be starting at MIT in the fall.”

My father nods to a different reporter now. “Ms. Ansley?”

“If I may ask, how old are you, Marinette?”

“I’m 15.”

A different reporter gets a nod. “Do you plan to get involved in your Father’s company?”

“I already am, I’ve given a few invention designs in the past, mostly small things or parts of projects. However, recently I’ve patented a few larger products, like my contactless wireless phone charger and some new ultra-resistant, flexible fabric for firefighters and other first responders. I don’t plan to take a business role anytime soon.”

My father nods to another reporter. The man takes a step forward, holding out his mic. “Marinette, how-

“MARINETTE!”

Before ~~~~~~~ Next

Taglist:

@weirdo-with-no-beardo @demonicbusiness @corporeal-terrestrial @basenikon

#lila salt #alya salt #miraculous ladybug #avengers #marinette is tony stark's kid #class salt #bustier salt #tony stark #marvel #super genius marinette

[thismustbefakeme]

Linz’s Favorite Fics

Let me start off by saying! Hi! I'm fairly new to Tumblr. So I don't truly know what I'm doing as far as format yet. So bare with me! Below I am sharing MY PERSONAL FAVORITE Bucky Barnes Fan-fictions for your reading pleasure. I read exclusively on A03, so if you know these authors are on tumblr, please tag them for me! I want them to get ALL the love. Some of them will be completed works, others will be in progress. MOST (if not all) will include some form of *SPICE* and you should ALWAYS read the tags the authors include for before reading.

~Lindz

Vacant Mirrors by pilotisms- A03 (Complete) @whirlybirbs here on tumblr.

Dr. Hart shares an office with Dr. Raynor. You share a waiting room with Bucky Barnes.

THIS IS MY FAVORITE FIC OF ALL TIME. 50k words of absolute brilliance. It’s so beautifully written, Birbs is a poet truly. Set POST ENDGAME but before TFATWS. Character driven. Seeing this look into a post Endgame Bucky is JUST what the doctor ordered. Rabbit (you) is super fun, quirky and the perfect "sidekick" for Buck. READ IT READ IT READ IT!

The Wyvern by emmagnetised - Ao3. (Completed)

Slow Burn, Bucky/Stark Sister OFC. Mostly Canon Compliant. TW: Body horror, Child Experimentation, Violence, FEELS.

I seriously SOBBED uncontrollably at the end of this one. My husband was very concerned. You've been warned.

P.s. this writer also has a GREAT Steve/ofc fic called The Siren. Highly recommend that one as well.

Songbirds and Bombshells by bouncingkappa- cross posted on Ao3 and Fanfiction.net (complete)

1940’s Bucky Barnes/OFC. Warnings for typical violence associated with marvel and WWII.

Ya’ll this fic is a MASTERPIECE. The story and world are built out larger than life. We get so much historical context, Howlies banter, MULTIPLE POV’s and an INCREDIBLE OFC Sadie Ried. I tell you what, the romance that is crafted through this story is so incredible, and it is a SLOWWWWW BURNN. I cried, I laughed, I had a mental breakdown when it ended. Just the research ALONE this author put in to make this 1940’s fic feel true to history but also the MCU was so impressive and unique. Highly recommend.

Epiphany by gingerthestormwitch -Ao3 (Completed) <Sequel in progress>

Slow Burn, Bucky X Reader. Setting: After CA:TWS until/during/after CA:CW. I know how people feel about Y/N fiction, BUT TRUST ME THIS IS WORTH IT. A+++ SMUT (But also incredibly well written characters and storyline that branches off from Canon in a VERY good way.)

Blindsided by ww713- Ao3 (In progress)

In which Tony forgives Steve shortly after Civil War and brings Bucky to the compound. Not compliant post Civil War. Bucky/Stark Sister OFC (HEAVY ANGST)

Penny is probably one of my favorite OFC's. She's beautifully flawed, and her relationship with Bucky is FAR from perfect. You will feel many things.

Come Wind, Come Weather by X23Maximoff- Ao3 (In progress)

But Hydra took away everything except for the bond between them. Peace follows war, just as Summer follows Winter.

LOTS OF 1940's BUCKY IN THIS FIC!! This fic beautifully juxtaposes two timelines. Bucky had a girl during the War; and she ends up being captured and turned into the Summer Soldier and is the Winter Soldier's Partner. The chapters during the War are some of my favorite, I'm obsessed with the interactions between the Howlies. It's a love story at it's core, but it is also SO SO SO much more.

The Supernova Series by Madscientist1313- Ao3 (Multipart Series- In Progress)

Relationships can be tough, especially when one person is a recovering-from-being-brainwashed-and-tortured former assassin and the other is an overworked mutant scientist.

You are in it for the LONG HAUL with this one kids. Fasten your seatbelts. The OFC Dr. Tessa Sullivan is a mutant - with the power to control and manipulate energy - who was raised in Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. This series is near and dear to me. It's an amazing fic that goes a bit off cannon but ADDS so much to the story while sticking to the basics. PLUS it adds the X-Men into the MCU world. And it's basically perfect. Trust me. MUCH ANGST. MUCH FLUFF. Be prepared to have your heart ripped out once you get to the events of Endgame. Cause yeah.

These Ties That Bind by SweetAsCanBe- Ao3 (Ongoing)

This is a Soul Mate AU. Y/N Fic.

This is the Author's first fic, And I AM VERY IMPRESSED. I literally read what they have published in one sitting today (april 19th 2021) and cannot wait for the conclusion. ANGST IS WHAT I LIVE FOR.

Not That Lucky by TheSarcasticKnight- Ao3 (Complete)

Bucky/OFC, Steve/OFC- AJ Bradley

Ya’ll A.J.the ofc of this story is amazing. I love her. She's so badass. The writing style is so fun, super sarcastic and witty all good things. Admittedly this one is very different from my usual since there isn’t a lot of “Romance” per se. The story is more character driven and hints at the possibility of A.J. Ending up in a triangle with Stucky. Which. Hello. Yes please. The sequel is ongoing and I’m reading that currently!

Delicate Stages by WhereAnaWrites- Ao3 (Complete)

James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes agrees to Deprogramming Sessions. What he gets is not anything like he expected.

Ana and Bucky are I believe my OG first fanfic of the quarantine deep dive. Love how their relationship developers and I love Ana's powers! Great read, and this particular characterization of Bucky and the parts from his point of view are TO DIE FOR.

Almost Believing

One shot. summary: You and Bucky aren't exactly on speaking terms at the moment. That doesn't mean you're getting out of having to pretend to be married for a mission.

SHAMELESS SELF PROMO:

I Want To Hold Your Hand by ThisMustBeFakeMe on Ao3. (In progress)

Bucky/Reader, set after TFATWS. Basically a bunch a drabbles with some over-arching plot kinda sorta whatever.

What Lindsey is writing Bucky Barnes Fanfiction? Yes yes she is. She not super sure it’s any good at all, and she’d love some constructive feedback or even requests for drabbles!

#bucky x you #bucky x ofc #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #fanfiction #ao3 link #fanfiction reccomendations #fic recs #marvel #marvel fics #marvel fandom #mcu #my feelings have been ripped out and stepped by some of these #but I asked for it so #smut #fluff #angst #improper use of a metal arm #tony stark is good bro in some of these #bucky imagines #archive of our own

[avayarising]

ATLA fics with good reunions

One of my favourite tropes is the Big Damn Reunion, and ATLA has a beautifully perfect example in the canon Zuko–Uncle reunion.

And a lot of ATLA fanfic also has beautiful emotional reunion scenes. Here are some of my favourites (mostly Zuko–Uncle, with a couple of others):

Looking Glass Wars by AzarDarkstar: Zuko, aged 10, flees the palace and ends up joining the White Lotus, entirely without his Uncle’s knowledge. (One of my favourite AU ideas and I’d love to see more like it!) Zuko–Uncle reunion, two chapters: one Zuko POV and one Iroh POV. One entire tea tray dropped. 

Blue Rendezvous by @duck-is-duck: Zuko, disguised as the Blue Spirit, flees Lake Laogai with Sokka on Appa, and they hide out in the hills with no easy way back to the city. 20 chapters, complete.  Zuko–Uncle reunion in Chapter 13. No teacups harmed.

Dragon of the Yuyan by @awkwardpenguinproductions: Zuko is raised by the Yuyan Archers. Ongoing series. Zuko–Uncle reunion in Reconstruction (Iroh’s POV) and Contact (Zuko’s POV). No teacups harmed.

How to Disappear Completely by @ta1k-less. Zuko is living in Ba Sing Se struggling to support his two sisters, and starts taking Kiyi to the Jasmine Dragon for hot chocolate. Zuko–Uncle reunion, two chapters, complete. I’m normally not at all a fan of Modern AUs, but this one is lovely. No teacups harmed (some papers are dropped).

(Never) Forget Who You Are by mindbending. Zuko is brainwashed by the Dai Li and assigned to show the Avatar’s party round Ba Sing Se. Oneshot. This is harsh but so, so good. Zuko–Uncle reunion at the end. One teacup smashed.

Mountains and Badgermolehills by @glass-0nion. Zuko is captured by Zhao. So is Sokka. Absolute genius with some of the best and funniest dialogue I’ve ever seen. Sokka–Katara+Aang reunion in Chapter 7. Emotional Zuko–Uncle reunion in Chapter 13 (latest chapter). No teacups harmed.

is there a way back home? by HufflepuffChildOfApollo. One of the Zuko is rescued from the sea by Hakoda’s crew fics. Ongoing series, featuring Jet, Jin, and more. Letters exchanged in you’ll find that I’m unshakeable Chapter 24 and like a comet pulled from orbit Chapter 7. In-person Zuko–Uncle reunion in like a comet pulled from orbit Chapter 20. No teacups harmed. Additional reunion in who knows where this road may go? Chapter 26. Further reunions expected in future chapters.

Learning to Fly by @fanboyzuko. Ongoing pre-canon series, in which Zuko takes a slightly different path during his banishment. In Sands of Time, Zuko tours the Si Wong Desert in search of Wan Shi Tong’s library. Zuko–Toph and Zuko–Uncle reunions in Chapter 8. (Also, letters exchanged with Mai and Ty Lee in Dispersing Ripples.) No teacups harmed. One tea tray carefully put down.

Flames Beneath the Earth by @ilya-boltagon. Lu Ten hides out in a small Earth Kingdom village, until an old Fire Nation ship moors nearby, with the exiled Crown Prince on board. Reunions in Chapters 3 (Lu Ten–Zuko and bonus Jee) and 4 (Lu Ten–Iroh). One entire tea-tray dropped.

Brave Soldier Boy (Finally) Comes Marching Home by TerraYoung. Lu Ten spends years in prison and is befriended by a guard. After the war, prisoners are released… One teapot smashed.

where the stars do not take sides by @a-witch-in-endor. Zuko and Ursa disappear after Azulon tells Ozai to kill his firstborn son. Azula believes her brother is dead, until she sees him with the Avatar. Zuko–Azula reunion in stages in the first three chapters.

charm/blade by @beatriceeagle. Mai, in prison, reviews what has gone before. Oneshot, includes Zuko–Mai reunion in Ba Sing Se.

Black & Blue by @loopy777. Mai has an adventure with the Blue Spirit while on an errand for Azula, and later reunites with Zuko in Ba Sing Se in Chapter 8. Really great adventure with a small side of romance.

after sunset (the sun always rises) by @aerixlee. Post-canon comics replacement. Emotional and much-needed Zuko–Mai reunion in Chapter 16.

#atla #atla fic recs #atla reunion fic recs #zuko #iroh #lu ten #mai #many crockery casualties #mourn the smashed teapots

[unseelie-robynx]

Ok, so @vegalocity refused to take the Oblivion AU away from me, so you all get to deal with this horrific little story that got spawned.

adding some additional tags this time, because this one got kind of intense (i blame the enablers in the Discord).

Basic premise, Bad End Xiaotian has a crappy day. He takes it out on Red Son by making him think he’s a super fragile porcelain doll, and then ‘breaking’ him

WARNINGS: brainwashing, mind control, dehumanization, objectification, psychological horror, torture (kind of, it’s all mental pain, no physical abuse), brainwashed character POV, Bad End, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Porcelain Doll

The loud crash echoed through the small apartment as Xiaotian snarled. He reached down, grabbed the vibrant red locks on his dolls head and used them to haul the thing up before flinging it back into the remains of the shelf.

He. Was. Just. So. Pissed!

Today had been crap. First, he had been a few minutes late an Pigsy had went off, then he’d had to deal with shity, entitled customers, then his deliveries had been interrupted by a demon attack, and then Pigsy had yelled at him again for not getting the delivery’s done on time!

And, look, he knew that the latter round of yelling had just been Pigsy being concerned about him and being absolutely rubbish at expressing it. He did. But Xiaotian did NOT need to deal with that. Not after the day he’d had. They’d ended up fighting and Xiaotian had stormed up to his apartment, leaving Pigsy to close up the shop on his own.

And his good, dutiful pet, seeing Xiaotian was upset had come to try and comfort him.

Except Xiaotian was not in the mood for physical contact and had hurled the thing into the wall, breaking one of the mounted shelves in the process and leading to his current situation.

He wouldn’t have to deal with Pigsy any more tonight at least, the last thing Xiaotian would have needed was him coming up to investigate the crash. Thankfully, his boss/ sometimes father figure never noticed or acknowledged the sounds coming from Xiaotian’s apartment anymore, and never came up uninvited, courtesy of one teensy tiny Oblivion dip.

But know Xiaotian was left alone with a broken shelf, a useless doll, and a crappy days’ worth of pent-up frustration.

Thankfully his toy had enough grey matter left to recognize that making a sound was just going to set its owner off. Xiaotian didn’t know what he’d have done if the thing had had the audacity to whimper when he’d thrown it.

Actually….

That might work.

“Here! Now!” Xiaotian snapped, pointing to his feet.

He watched as the thing quickly, but somehow still carefully, probably not wanting to damage any of Xiaotian’s other possessions, extracted itself form the wreckage before scrambling over to kneel at his feet.

“Were going to play a new game today Red Son.” He stated once the toy was settled. “It’s called Porcelain. You will be nothing but a fragile porcelain doll. So fragile in fact, that whenever anyone touches you, you break. And,” Xiaotian couldn’t help the smirk that slipped onto his face, he was going to enjoy this, “when you do, it hurts. Every break sends lances of pain though your body and the places you’ve been cracked throb. But!” He leaned down to look his doll right in it’s glossy black eyes, “you’re a doll, with no ability to move or react. All you can do is sit their and endure the pain until there’s nothing left of you. Understand, Red Son?”

Xiaotian’s toy nodded, exactly once.

“Good.” Xiaotian’s eyes flashed gold, this was going to be so satisfying. “Now, Porcelain.” He snapped and watched as his doll went completely ridged.

With a hum he reached out and absentmindedly tapped the knuckle on the dolls left pinky. It was with a delighted grin that he watched the digit suddenly go limp and collapses, as if no longer supported by anything.

A quick glance at the dolls face showed that it remained a perfect smooth mask. Xiaotian wondered absent mindedly if he’d be able to get the doll to break and forfeit their game. He hoped so, punishing his pet sounded like good stress relief.

Although this new game might just to the trick as well….

With that thought he trailed his finger from the dolls lips up to its ear, watching in fascination as a fraction of it’s face wend slack and drooped down.

Yes, Xiaotian thought, he could have a lot of fun with this as well.

And he did. Tapping of each finger, grasping the wrist just too tight when he re-positioned an arm up above the head, to let the hand flop back, spiraling his finger down the arm until it fell back down, limp and useless.

The he gently traced his fingers along his doll’s back. Light brushes, the occasional taps, watching it slowly tip forward, untill he rapped his knuckles hard against its spine. It was with a pleased up as he watched the doll suddenly tip forward, upper body and face smacking into the hard ground.

His pet was rather competent at this particular game, but Xiaotian couldn’t help but wonder how well the internal rules were being followed. Well, he could always find out…

“New rule, Red Son. When I say, “Voice”, the little porcelain doll gets a voice and everything that it’s feeling is shown on its face.” He leaned down stare his doll in the eyes as he added this new aspect. “When I say “Silence” the little doll loses its voice and is trapped behind it’s smile again.”

He snapped.

“Voice.”

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 Red Son couldn’t stop the immediate sob that ripped from its throat. Its glass eyes screwed shut with the pain. The parts of it that hadn’t broken off, that it could still feel, throbbed with pain. Tears streamed down its face in an unbroken flow.

Then, a tap on its remaining wrist, and Red Son can’t hold back the shrike as a bolt of pain lances through its form. It can feel the cracks spiderweb up its arm and across its hand from the point of impact. Each one of them bringing a fresh wave of agony.

The tears continue to fall, slipping of its stone face onto its owner’s floor.

“Oh.” Red Son hears, and it desperately tries to focus on its owner’s voice. “Oh, you beautiful, perfect little thing.”

Then Red Son’s face is being lifted off the carpet, and it can’t stop the breaking sobs as the cracks spread across its face.

“You really are my perfect little doll, aren’t you Red?”

And then there’s a bruising kiss being pushed against its cold lips and it wails into the embrace as the force of the kiss causes it to shatter.

Red Son is so, so happy. Xiaotian is pleased with it. It can do at least this right for its owner, even if it is mindless and useless in everything else.

“I think I’m done playing with you Red Son. Wake Up.”

There’s a snap and suddenly Red Son can feel its legs, and its arm, and the pain receded to a dull throbbing in the back of its mind.

“I’m going downstairs to deal with Pigsy, clean up this mess while I’m gone.”

“Yes, Xiaotian.” Red Son manages to get out through numb lips.

It distantly recognizes its owner exiting the room, as it stumbles to its feet. Xioatian wanted it to clean. It needed to clean. It makes its way over to the remains of the shelf and scattered belongings on the floor, falling a few times as its legs refuse to function, still so numb, still so freshly restored to it. It hopes Xiaotian will not be angry with its lack of progress when its owner returns.

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Xiaotian sighed from his position halfway down the staircase. It was a spot he’d found where he could see a fair bit of the shop, but he couldn’t be seen.

And Pigsy was still here, long after he should have been done, obviously cleaning non-existent stains off the counter.

Waiting for Xiaotian to come back down.

Before, Pigsy would have finished, come up stairs and knocked so they could talk.

Pigsy knew never to come up to Xiaotian’s room anymore, he’s made sure of that. Almost gotten caught, can’t let that happen, can’t lose Red Son.

So instead, Pigsy had evidently chosen to pretend to still be closing up.

Slowly, Xiaotian descended the rest of the way down the stairs.

Pigsy immediately dropped his rag on the counter, and opened his mouth to speak, only for Xiaotian to cut him off.

“I.. look, Dadsy I know that you care, and that you were only loud because you care, and you were worried about me. I get that. I do. But you saw what kind of a day it’s been. You saw how awful people were today. You knew about the attack I’d had to deal with, and frankly, the fact that most of them got their deliveries at all, despite being late, would not have happened if I wasn’t me. A normal person would be, you know, hiding from the demon rampaging through the city, not delivering orders. I just…”

Xiaotian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Dadsy I didn’t need that. More yelling. I was late, I deserved that scolding, but I… I need you to be on my side. I need you to understand when I’ve been doing my best, and when I’m worn out and just need a moment to rest. Less stress, not more.”

He risked a glance up at his parental figure. “Do you understand where I’m coming from?”

“I…” Pigsy opened and closed his mouth a few times, “Yah, kid I… you’re right. And I just wanted to apologize. I know I ain’t the easiest to deal with, and… I’m sorry Xiaotian. I shouldn’t of yelled at yooU.”

Xiaotian cut Pigsy off as he slammed into him, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Thank you. And thank you for listening to me.” Xiaotian didn’t fight the grin that split his face as Pigsy returned the hug. “Well work on the communication thing, all right? But I know for a fact that you finished closing up ages ago, you should get home. Mr. Tang’s probably waiting.”

“All right, all right.” Pigsy laughed, pulling himself away, “but you make sure I let you off early tomorrow, ok? Maybe go hang out with Mei and play that new game you were talking about or something.”

“Sir yes sir!” Xiaotian mock saluted with a laugh as he walked Pigsy out. “I’ll lock up and hold down the fort, Sir!”

“Cheeky brat!” Pigsy laughed, waving as he started home.

“Learned from the best!” Xiaotian called after him. Now to get things squared away for the night.

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 When Xiaotian was finally finished in the shop, he made his way back up to his room.

And his Pet.

And was distinctly displeased to see the lack of progress on the mess from earlier. He paused, to watch his pet work. Its movements were slow, and somewhat jerky, and it seemed completely incapable of grasping things with its right hand.

The one he had broken in their game.

Xiaotian sighed, something he was doing far too often today.

His pet was probably still stuck in their last game. It happened sometimes, where the dumb thing couldn’t completely understand Xiaotian was done playing with it. In this case, the thing probably still thought it was an actually doll, and its movements were probably limited became of that.

Xiaotian could have it stop cleaning, and work with it a little to pull it out of its disjointed head space.

Or he could just switch games on it and not waste the time.

He snapped, causing his pets head to immediately jerk over to look at him.

“Maid.” He snapped again.

Immediately the lingering stiffness in his toys limbs melted away as it sprung upright.

“Oh Master Xiaotian, oh your maid has been so bad. I’ve left such a mess in Master’s space! I’ll get it cleaned up right away Master I promise!” Red Son chirped out in a falsetto, before descending on the wreckage with a furious vigor.

Xiaotian had come up with this particular game as a joke, after having an old school movie binge with Mei one time. After all, a ditsy, air headed maid wasn’t all that different from what his pet was normally, just somewhat more productive.

He would admit, the personality and the ditsy chatter could get annoying, so he tended to save it for when he was going out, setting his Pet to get his apartment spotless before he came back, but it the most effective way he had to get things cleaned up, and Xiaotian had gotten fairly good at tuning Red Son out when he needed to. Besides, if it became to much, he could always order the thing to be quiet.

#lmk #Monkie Kid #Lego Monkie Kid #objectification #dehumanization #brainwashing #mind control #abuse #psychological horror #psychological torture #bad end #dead dove: do not eat #oblivion au #oblivion series

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On being SO DONE with M*sha, a rant a decade in the making!

After giving this some thought I'm going to go ahead and give my opinion on Misha and yesterday’s situation in public for the first time ever. I was going to just post on Twitter but since this has been 12 years in the making I have exceeded the number of tweets I can put in one thread! There’s A LOT in here, so my summary is also long. I'm aware that I will lose followers over this, I'm not looking to offend anyone but it will inevitably happen. I wish anyone leaving all the best as fellow human beings.

TL;DR - having kept quiet for so long I’ve finally reached my limit and it’s all come bubbling out. I’ve never been a fan of Misha, I’ve been ambivalent for the most part, but have never criticised him in any hateful way, that's not who I am, but after all these years of putting up with his bullshit, attention seeking and troublemaking I am DONE. Deleting his tweet containing the word Wincest and replacing it with an APOLOGY just to pander to his Minions and save face is the straw that broke the camel's back. He has consistently pushed his ship on not only fans but on other actors (despite Jensen's discomfort, and him having repeatedly made his feelings known on it), he has stood by while his Minions/Hellers have harassed, victimised, doxxed and sent death threats to people based on their FICTIONAL ships. He has pandered to their gatekeeping, constantly demanded attention in obvious and not so obvious ways, and to the best of my knowledge never criticised their actions even though he's aware of it in a very real way. Some of his Minions have now taken their shit into The Boys fandom and created negativity for Jensen before the guy has even got a foot through the set door, and how is that supporting one half of your ship?

Misha has claimed to be a victim of targeted harassment from Wincest/brother fans (not only shippers) yet his fans have said and done the most despicable things on his watch, all in the name of what he must think is entertainment, or even his idea of a ‘joke’.

Any respect I had for the man based on his humanitarian work has gone because I can only take so much hypocrisy. He and his pandering because of a desperate attempt to be woke and wholly inclusive (which is actually impossible, no matter how good intentions are) are beyond pathetic. Whilst I have never seen why people think he’s so great I have friends IRL and online who genuinely adore the man, yet they have been shocked and upset by his contempt for half of the fandom that made him somewhat famous. It's disgusting and I'm not scrolling by any more. Misha, I hope to never see you on anything J2 related in future because none of us need that kind of negativity, *especially* not J2. Be gone, foul fiend!

OK, so to the too long part. Please be aware that these are my opinions as a fan of the show, of Sam and Dean, and J2, not only as a shipper. I can separate canon and fanon, and can view canon from a gen or shippy PoV. Whether you agree or disagree with my opinion let me be clear that I do not condone constant bashing and hate of a person or character so this isn’t the start of a regular thing for me. It's possible to have an opinion and not show the same vitriol that has been following this man around for years, and that’s what I’m doing. I've not posted this to prompt more negativity, it's simply to get it off my chest and make it clear how I feel. I stand by my philosophy of ship who you want to ship, enjoy it, but don't force it on other people and don't be a dick about it…hmm, that kinda sounds like familiar behaviour, though, does it not?!

I have ABSOLUTELY NO ISSUE with other people liking Misha, Cas or Destiel when it’s for the love of the characters and the ship. What I *do* have an issue with is people who are the true definition of a Heller. I don’t see that as a generic term, don't be ignorant and think I do because I know the difference between actual ship fans and the crazies, both ships have ‘em and I want no part of either of their venom. If you are reading this and class yourself as a Heller then you are part of the problem so run along and as you are all so fond of saying, 'get help' and take your bestie king with you.

I’m stating my opinion in what I feel is the most mature way I can, because unlike many people on SM, I am an adult and can act accordingly, with forethought and without resorting to temper tantrums and bullying of other people to get my point across. I am able to tell the difference between reality and fiction, I don't tar everyone with the same shipper brush and I don't expect everyone to agree with my opinion, but as we know opinions are like arseholes, we all have them and sometimes they stink. Unlike some, for the most part in life (online and offline) I *do* stand by what I say and don’t backtrack or delete things to appease the masses. I have spent a lot of time writing this out to be as clear as possible without being intentionally hateful. Bear with me jumping between actor and character where relevant, at this point they're conjoined. I will say this before I go any further, it doesn’t end well for Misha, I don’t mince my words and if you don’t like seeing facts and opinions laid out, this isn't the post for you.

I’ll say right off the bat what most of you have surmised - I’ve never held Misha (or Cas) in high esteem but I have never *hated* on him. I have shared mild criticism of his actions and opinions on Cas over the years but never, I feel, in any way that has made me feel I have something to apologise for. I have said several times I've been unhappy about Misha crashing con panels, taking attention away from J2 when at those cons *most* people paid their hard earned money to see the STARS of the show they love, first and foremost, and anyone else is a very nice bonus. The odd appearance here and there crashing a panel is fine (and Misha isn’t the first or last person to do it), maybe take up a few minutes then leave, but when someone commandeers an entire panel, that's just not on. It's not only selfish, rude and attention seeking but also disrespectful to other actors, fans and to the organisers who work hard to make sure everything ties in to give us the best con experience we can have. Everyone gets their turn on stage, there's no need to try and hog any more of the limelight, Veruca Salt style. Oh, and if you’re reading this and not getting that reference, (a) you shouldn’t be on my blog because you’re far too young, (b) look it up, and if you still don’t get what I’m saying… well then please refer to point (a). Thank you, kindly!

There was a time in Kripke's era where Cas was - I feel - intentionally used as a pawn by the writers to divert *canon* from the ‘questionable’ relationship between Sam and Dean, i.e. Wincest focus. Prior to that people (other fans) lightened up and just accepted the fact that Wincest had been there since day one in terms of the writing of the show and the fandom. All the cast and crew knew - J2, Kripke and JDM in particular - and made light of it, never judging, never shaming and often encouraging it because they understand it’s a fun part of fandom. Wincest was present enough to be part of the not so subtle subtext, as I said people just accepted it. Kink tomato was alive and well, so was ‘don’t like, don’t read’ and we all just scrolled over things we didn’t like without turning everything into a personal vendetta and excuse for bullying others who didn’t share our views. When the angels came into the plot I think most of us Wincest fans gave the Dean/Cas innuendos the small laugh they deserved and then turned back to the focus of the show which was the brothers, as it had always been intended. Misha, however, milked those moments as much as possible which was amusing at the start but got old *very* quickly, not just for fans (shippers and non shippers alike), but for other actors, in particular Jensen who is on record MULTIPLE times showing his dislike for Destiel. He told people outright that's not how he was playing the relationship between the two characters and CATEGORICALLY said "Destiel doesn't exist" but did it end there? No, it did not because neither fans or Misha let it go, in fact Misha only pushed more, goaded fans into flogging the same dead horse as much as possible. He’s never stopped, not even when there was so much discord in the fandom, a huge wedge was driven into it because of ships, which IMO he heavily contributed to.

Fast forward to over a decade later (a decade, seriously man, let it fucking go!) he didn’t even stop when Destiel did partially go canon. I have never doubted that Cas loved Dean (Sam, too) because in SPN lore angels are made to love, even rebellious ones. I, along with many others, liked that about Cas because who doesn't love a rebel, especially one rebelling for very good reasons, and because of those two wonderful men? Sam and Dean allowed him to see beyond what he'd been brainwashed to believe his entire existence. The fact is that although the nature of that love changed for Cas, it never did for Dean and was CANONICALLY UNREQUITED because Dean was incapable of loving anyone else as much as he loved Sam. All that mattered to Dean, even when he saw other characters as "family" was still Sam…ALWAYS Sam, every step of the way. Again for those who have too much Misha shaped wax in their ears, that’s canon. Whether people choose to see that love platonically or romantically is up to them, soulmates don't always have to be romantic, either way, brotherly love won out above all else on the show. No amount of Misha screaming ‘hey look, Destiel!’ changed that, but it sure didn’t stop him trying, did it?

So now that the obvious has been stated, here's something else we all know - never once in all of the years on the show did Misha drop rallying of the troops to his precious, ego stroking ship. Never once (that I am aware of) has he called out his Minions and Hellers on their continued harassment of everyone involved in the show and other fans despite the fact that they have bullied, victimised and wished bodily harm, rape and death on people who don't see their ship and because didn't get the ending to the story that they wanted. Not once has Misha shown any remorse for the trauma his "fans" have caused, and I’m taking REAL trauma, here, not the kind Twitter stans see as ‘triggering’ - people have been driven to close SM accounts, attempted, and in some cases succeeded in taking their own lives. These Minions have openly mocked Jared’s struggles with depression and anxiety, and Misha - who claims to be friends with J2 and be supportive of them in every way  - has stood by and let it all play out, knowing full well some of the goings on, if not the full extent of how toxic these people are. We know he sees things being said online, and I have absolutely no doubt he spends time online searching his name for things that are relevant in some way to him in an effort to insert himself into a current conversation, or even start one so that attention is on him. Gotta stay relevant, somehow, right, Mish?

He has actively encouraged bullying by his actions of enabling the behaviours above, both by the flogging of the aforementioned dead horse, AND by not objecting to unacceptable behaviours. Remember when Minions and Hellers were slating J2, particularly Jared, for not posting on SM about BLM and other topics? Yeah, he didn’t ask them to stop doing that, either, even when he was tagged in things along the lines of ‘If Misha can post why can’t J2?’ etc. There have been some token protests, con vids I've seen have show his 'objections' which IMO have been done in a very tongue in cheek way, meaning that those people who needed to be pulled aside and told to change their ways just carried on, because their evil overlord didn’t explicitly explain it in terms a three year old could understand that bullying and forcing your opinion on others is WRONG. Not all of his cult are young and impressionable, not by a long shot, but many of the more vocal and vitriolic ones are.

As a father himself I wonder what Misha would do if he found out that his kids were behaving in ways his Minions are? I’m aware they’re young, but kids are cruel and bullying doesn’t just happen online. Even at whatever age they are, would he laugh it off the way he appears to have done with all of this fandom toxicity? Not bloody likely! I wonder if he’s as desperate to gain the approval of his family, friends and colleagues as he appears to be for that of his Minions/Hellers? I would certainly hope so, but that question can only be answered by Misha, himself, and I can and will not presume to speak on someone else's behalf on things in their personal life. For the record I would never presume I know what J2's answers would be on anything, however I do feel that after 15 years I have an accurate gauge on what kind of people they are so would be confident that any opinion I had on a matter aligns with their morals and ethics. As much as J2 have shared of themselves with us - willingly and under no pressure to do so, I might add - we don't *know* them, but we know enough to have an informed opinion. I can’t say the same for Misha because based on the behaviour he’s repeatedly displayed, things I've heard about from other fans as well as people I know IRL who have had direct dealings with him through cons or GISH (including some very actively in the early days when it was GISHWHES) he just hasn’t seemed like a person I wanted to follow on SM. I’ve never watched any of his solo panels, though I have watched ones with both or one of the J's, mostly being left irritated because of his behaviour. Watching the J’s put up with that shit is painful, and it’s a testament to how good they are as actors that they managed to hide at least some of their disdain for as long as they did. Microexpressions give them away, particularly Jensen, and they certainly have faces I have spent many years watching closely. Beautiful faces to go with beautiful souls, both of them! <3

I have precisely ZERO interest in Destiel as a ship, very little interest in Cas as a character anymore (though I did like him in the early days,and his relationship with Jack in late seasons) so I have absolutely no reason or desire to follow anything Misha does. That said, I've obviously been peripherally aware of some things he's been involved in because of friends, from things I’ve seen on SM and general fandom stuff. Despite the things I've already mentioned about his behaviour, up until now I have been able to maintain a level of respect for him as a person because of the humanitarian and charity work he's done. He seems like someone who really does want to change the world for the better and I am in full support of that fact, so much so that I have supported TWO campaigns relating to him. I bought one of the Super Good t-shirts for the campaign he did with Michael Sheen (a true angel!), the SPN/Good Omens x-over to help homeless charities, and I chose the design with text only and not artwork of Michael and Misha on, basically because I didn’t want to be wearing something with Misha’s face on it and I make absolutely no apology for that, whatsoever. I also bought Alex's #TheEndHasNoEnd shirt, which some of the profits went to Random Acts who do great work, so again, despite not liking Misha I still willingly contributed for a cause bigger than me, and to support Alex, who I absolutely ADORE. I'm aware that Stands aren't popular with some of the fandom, however since most of the cast of SPN are happily affiliated with them then I don't feel it's my place to either judge, or to discuss topics I know next to nothing about. But I digress, as a decent human being I have shown support tangentially to a man who I don't care for out of respect for the work he does outside the fandom. Telling you this isn’t to paint myself in a good light - I don’t need your approval, I’m a big girl, unlike some I don’t need constant validation! - only to provide background on how I’ve actively *not* hated on Misha.

Now though, any respect I had for him has come to an abrupt end, the events of the past 24 hours has seen to that. Whilst I have been annoyed at his behaviour in regards to shipping, I don't feel it's ever gone this far, or at least not that I've seen first hand. This man has, IMO, contributed to so much toxicity in the fandom by way of things I've mentioned before, he's claimed - without actually saying the words - that Wincest fans weren't interested in him as a character when he came onto the show, and hasn’t felt included because of the fans’ love of the brothers. Um, hate to break it to you, love, but when you come onto an established show that is about two people, and you’re a *guest star* you can’t expect everyone to love you. Some characters we as individuals do fall in love with straight away (Bobby, Charlie, Crowley and Rowena are good examples for me), it takes time to establish a dynamic, so if that’s how he felt then it was incredibly naive of him as an actor to expect instant acceptance from anyone. Also, why wait until after the show finished to bring it up AGAIN … oh wait, yeah, that would be to step back into the limelight in a way intended to garner sympathy from Minions and INTENTIONALLY piss off bro fans and Wincest shippers alike? How fucking self centred, desperate and disrespectful do you have to be to shit all over the finale of a show that for the most part accepted you and kept you in paid work for 12 years? Well, Misha Collins levels of all of those things, obviously.  

So, on the topics of self centred, desperate to stay relevant, attention seeking and being oh so needy, the tweet yesterday from Amazon mentioned Castiel. He wasn’t tagged in it, so I refer to my earlier comment about searching online, because how else would he have possibly seen that? It’s possible someone sent it to him, I appreciate that, but if we go off past behaviour it’s not any stretch at all to believe that didn’t happen. So, once again, having seen the tweet he took it upon himself to - oh so predictably - turn it into something relating to Destiel. When I saw it I immediately rolled my eyes and thought ‘here we go again’, but then also had a little smile because I really liked the fact that he explicitly mentioned Wincest, therefore seeming to accept that his poor old dead horse wasn’t the only one in the race. I actually mentally tipped my hat to him then because it appeared that he’s matured enough to acknowledge by name the ship that predates his inclusion on the show. Great, I thought, this is a positive thing in a sea of negativity surrounding the man and his sunken ship, because what followed was Wincest trending in the US (it may also have been other countries as well but I had to sleep!) … largely due to the fact that Hellers were responding to it, calling him out on mentioning the dreaded ‘W’ word. I’ll repeat that because it’s been a rare occurrence up to that point… the Minions were actually disappointed with their overlord for mentioning another ship. We all know what they think of it and I for one, don’t give a flying fuck about their opionion. Ship and let ship, it’s all fun (or meant to be) so we have different tastes, that’s life kiddiwinks, deal with it. I mean, you really don’t have much of an example set for you when your king has proven several times over to be one of the biggest obnoxious brats out there, but just give it a try for your own sakes, yeah? Awesome, good on you, besties!

An unexpected development - to my joy and that of other Wincest shippers - them doing that got the topic trending, only *kept* trending by the fact that were all coming online asking why it was trending. Wincest shippers barely lifted a finger, we just flooded each other’s timelines with lovely content and basked in the Hellers - and Misha - shooting themselves in the foot, which was awesome. But did the vitriol stop? No. Did he get the attention he so clearly craves? Yes. Was it in the way he wanted? Fuck no, so poor, emotionally wounded baby backtracked after seeing that his name was trending alongside Wincest because that’s *so* not what someone narcissistic to do it in the first place, wanted.

Now here’s where I could easily have just moved on with an unusually fond chuckle, giving him an ironic pat on the back and a ‘thanks, Misha’ for being the one to instigate hours of fun, but once again his despicable behaviour made that impossible. It’s been more than obvious for many years that he cares more about what his fans think than anything else to do with the show and the fandom in a larger sense, but to delete the tweet and APOLOGISE for daring to be so insensitive to the snowflakes’ delicate sensibilities for mentioning Wincest in the first place was absolutely disgusting. Stating , “I used a term that I had never really given any thought to other than, "that's a thing?! Yuck." is not only complete and utter bullshit, it’s pandering of the highest order.  

We all know he has referred to Wincest on multiple occasions, so to say he hadn’t thought about is a flat out lie, which IMO is an insult to everyone, not just Wincest shippers. Does the man have no self respect at all, why would you contradict yourself in the face of such overwhelming evidence? Instead of either ignoring all the people calling him out, or addressing it with another tweet saying ‘yeah, that happened’ or something similar he chose, I repeat, CHOSE the route of claiming he didn’t realise he was being offensive to people who felt ‘triggered’ by him using the word Wincest. He basically shat all over an entire ship and large sector of the fandom in an attempt to appease his own fan base which consists of a lot of children (or those that act like children) who have no idea what RL is like.

Once again, he’s reinforced the idea that if you shout loud enough at someone just because you don’t like something they said, they will back down and apologise for something even when there’s nothing to apologise for. If he wants to be such a role model then he could easily have pointed out that a fictional ship doesn’t condone RL incest, any ACTUAL trauma people have suffered because of RL situations, and made an effort to make sure people understand that. He COULD have used it as an opportunity to do some good in the fandom by encouraging people to build bridges, to accept that people are entitled to their beliefs and that sometimes we see things differently but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t treat others with BASIC HUMAN DECENCY because of it. Instead he YET AGAIN chose to show that he cares more about what Minions think of him, keeping them onside to constantly stroke his unbelievably fragile ego in everything he does.

It is my understanding that Misha is big on (or claims to be big on) putting positive energy out into the world, treating people with respect, helping others and accepting people for who they are, not who you want them to be… all this after YEARS of consistently practising what he preaches only when it suits him. He sends out a message that it’s perfectly OK to bully, to spread hate, to draw attention to yourself at the cost of others, to throw colleagues and friends under the bus and at the same time use them to further your own agenda and get hits for your YouTube channel. Is this really the legacy he wants to leave? Is this an environment he wants his own kids to grow up in as well as future generations? Is this what he thinks is a valuable contribution as a human being? JFC, the arrogance, hypocrisy and the need for constant validation this man exhibits is nothing short of cringeworthy… actually it’s beyond that. It’s deplorable behaviour, it’s not new, and he will continue to act like this for as long as he’s being enabled and this harmful cycle needs to end.

I have friends IRL and online who are (now, possibly, were) big Misha fans, who have supported him from either the beginning of his run on the show, or since they started watching, and this is how he repays this behaviour? He’s willfully alienating decent people (including multishippers) all to make himself look good by being seen to do everything he can not to offend people. Spoiler alert, you DID offend people, you continue to do so time and again and we’ve had enough. I can’t imagine how exhausting it must be to be such a perpetual people pleaser, but let me say it’s not doing you any favours in any way, shape or form.

Misha, you are *not* a role model, you’re *not* someone to look up to when you can't live up to the ideals you preach. You’re spitting in the face of people who have supported you even after some questionable things in the past, who gave you the benefit of the doubt because we’re all human and we all make mistakes. The key to growing as a person is not to keep repeating the same mistakes over and over, understanding *why* what you said and/or did was a mistake and making a concerted effort to make changes. I don’t ever see you doing that, you will continue down this path of only caring about Minions under the guise of caring for people in general. You are transparent, you are sad and despite the fact I’ve never particularly liked you, I didn’t speak up because I didn’t want to get involved in the drama. Well now I have spoken up and I’m saying you’re a disgrace, you have no respect for other people and nobody is fooled anymore. If it hadn’t been this tweet it would have been something else, but I for one am glad it happened so soon after the show ended so we can finally be rid of the limpet-like behaviour. It’s over, let it go for the sake of what dignity you might have left, for the sake of your family and friends and for the sake of anyone who isn’t capable of seeing through your ‘it’s a joke’ mentality.

You have been weighed, you have been measured and you have been found wanting. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, Misha.

For anyone who made it to the end of my ramble, thank you. This has been a cathartic exercise and I’m drawing a line under it now, I don’t think I could possibly make my thoughts any clearer. I urge you not to get caught up in any petty squabbles with his Minions, let’s celebrate J2 and other cast and crew members who have shown us all respect and who I am proud to call part of the SPN family. There’s always one member of the family who needs to be frozen out for the good of everyone else.

#ficforthought speaks #sorry not sorry #i spent way too long on this #purging the poison