#people are fucking selfish god damn

[cynophagia]

The trail up the mountain my hometown is centered around and my whole teen life was spent climbing up and down is paved and private now I feel sickeningly angry about it

#cynoposting #i used to walk it every day on school breaks and watch the sunrise with my friends ): #people are fucking selfish god damn #i just wanted to take my dog for a hike goddamm

[samtoairmissile]

I'm so tired of feeling so alone

#its not even that i dont have friends #i have a good amount that im happy with #and hell i literally have two partners that i love more than anything #but theres nobody that lives near me #and idk how to find people #it hurts so god damn bad #i hate feeling such an intense and burning envy when i see my friends hanging out or having good times with people irl #its not fair to myself or to them and im not insane enough to resent them for it #but god damn i wish i had that #every fucking day i wish i could wake up next to my partners and hug my best friends #its not fair #i also wish the friends i did have would start things between us more #it feels like im always the one trying to schedule things or starting convos or inviting them to do something #and then they let things fall thru or dont try to start plans or convos with me and i often feel very #passed over? ignored? uncared for? #i dont know. its such a strange feeling and it makes me feel selfish

[very-uncorrect]

I'm gonna die one day oh my god holy shit fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck there's no afterlife oh holy shit fuck help oh my god no no no no no

#tw death #sorry I'm having bad thoughts at night again #BUT HOLY FUCK I'M GONNA DIE ONE DAY I'M SO FUCKING SCARED BECAUSE THERE'LL BE NOTHING #IT'S FUCKING INEVITABLE FUCK #ahh im having a panic attack again god damnit #tw caps #if i had a different personality i would probably be seeking religion as a way to stop these damn panic attacks #but i don't have any faith in me at all #my brain is too science/logical focussed to believe in a god/gods #so I'll just have to deal with it ig #until it actually happens #or go to therapy at some point #if i can afford it #but god do i need it #this is my punishment for writing another chapter of a&tsp instead of sleeping #it's 00:43 rn #my cat's on me #I've got family guy the video game speedrun on tv #but i am mortal #I've been dealing with this for 3 years now ntw #since i was 14 #i remember i had a panic attack when watching squid game because #watching them drop like flies like that really got to me fsr #ig the msot comforting thing about it is that it'll literally happen to everyone ever #so no matter what happens I'm not alone in any way shape or form #sorry if it sounds morbid and maybe selfish that I'm comforting myself using the knowledge of the inevitable deaths of other people #but we are all equal in death ig #like that one quote #who said that

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Not a Wanda stan trying to compare her actions in Multiverse of Madness to Miles in Across the Spiderverse, acting like we shouldn’t hate Wanda just cause we support Miles. 

#like oh my god so many reasons why this comparison is wrong #for starting orders if you wanna compare her to anyone compare her to kingpin #even though feel like thats insulting kingpin a lil even #and second of all wanda tried to hunt down and torture and kill a god damn CHILD #just so that she can steal said childs powers #and she intended to use those powers to kill another wanda and steal that wandas kids #and throughout the film is literally torturing and murdering people #what did miles do???? he literally just said no to the idea of losing his dad #managed to escape the citadel without anyone getting hurt #and even said 'i can do both!' aka save the multiverse and his dad #versus wanda whose a selfish grown women unable to let go of her sim kids #cause yes hate to break it but miles family is real #wanda created her sim kids in a situation where she was holding a town hostage #and had to be convinced to let it all go #like how the fuck do you make this comparison #and fucking post it #how #only wanda stans can do this shit i swear

[ladsofsorrow24]

okay i got it

glass onion is SO FUCKING GREAT.

#i love how this movie made the whole whodunit mystery so fun and engaging #also love how badass benoit blanc and helen brand is #and oh god the rich people's dialogues are so cringe yet feel so real #like... yeah none of them are in consort with the murder but damn they're fucking cowards #and still think they have to side with miles #the murderer himself #for their own selfish desires #but then when helen shows they can ruin his... stupid empire and go on their own ways #only after that they find the courage to kick him in the ass #but yeah rich people are so fucking stupid and i love how angry benoit is at miles's stupidity and his ridiculous plan #fuck yeah i love this movie #i love benoit blanc #this is a great way to start a year by watching a great movie #tmi tag

[dbphantom]

When ur just scrolling tumblr killing time until u gotta check on ur food and u suddenly fix a huge plot hole in ur fic that also allows u to keep in a part u initially cut

#YIPPIE #WE'RE GOING BACK TO ANGELGARD BOYS!!!!! #Cruddy rambles #H2O au #Totally unrelated to the previous post... #I see people talking about mermaids and black out and reblog the post #No but think about it in the old au leviathan created merppl to guard angelgard 4 the gods. In this one she creates them out of jealousy #But. We can still have. ONE guard angelgard during the 10 year night :) #It fixes the issues I had with the original repayment (not being able to change back) bc what benefit does that really hold for her #But this!!! It's an actual thing he can be/should be doing!! #We also have the actual og payment that she rescinds bc she gets blackmailed into giving Iggy's memories back #And also she gets threatened by the other gods abt it #She is. A bit of a bitch when things don't go her way. But that's why I love her sm. She keeps things interesting. #Her: Hm yeah you see you care Too Much. He would've been fine but now you've hurt yourself. You care too much. Let's fix that. #Ignis immediately: ... you want me to kill this? You want me to stab and kill until he bleeds?? #Leviathan: what the FUCK!! NO!!!! #(for context she takes away his memories of Noct so he's just some guy to him. To avoid ignis hurting himself again. Bc she's selfish... #But she forgot to compensate for how ruthless Ignis can be when he wants something. Which is funny. Bc he's just like her.) #So anyway they blackmail her into getting Ignis's memories back. So she made him guard Angelgard for 10 years instead. #Boom. Nailed it. Also god the pc kingsglaive are going to be SO god damn confused. Can't wait for that.

[oflgtfol]

god damn fuck this guy like even despite everything, despite the 10+ years of grooming and manipulation, anakin still was so close to turning against palpatine when he revealed himself as a sith, and the main thing that actually pushes him over is how far he'd go to save padme. he'd rather trade everyone else's lives to save the life of one (1) person like man maybe i'm cold hearted and pragmatic but i swear to god anyone who sacrifices anyone else's life to save a single person is selfish beyond belief. i'm never gonna be in this situation but if somehow i ever am, i give all of my loved ones permission to let me die if it means saving even just like, two other people

#brot reads rots novelization #literally the trolley problem #but with the highest stakes ever #like lets throw away the entire fucking galaxy to save this one god damn person #i dont care if shes your wife. i really dont. theres a point where you say ok my personal feelings for this one (1) person dont #supercede the lives of literally everyone else #that person may be your wife but when you let everyone else die. the people who wind up dying are also someone else's #spouse or parent or child etc etc. just bc they dont have any meaning to you doesnt make them meaningless . #but. well! anakin is selfish. he doesnt care about all that #AND LIKE THATS THE THING #yeah i have sympathy for him because he was groomed for 10+ years into this #but his actions are still his own + he's still a bad person for doing All Of This !!

[hecksupremechips]

Idk how to even talk to anyone anymore when it’s just the same thing in a loop over and over

#i cant tell anyone anything or ask for help cuz lets see what happens #i get hit with a generic ‘just keep going keep looking for jobs keep going’ #or i get *too honest* and then ive completely drained someone of life cuz thats really all im capable of doing anymore it seems #like it seems all i do is go on some sorta monologue about how miserable i am which is pointless cuz its not like anyone will do anything #and its just stressing people out too cuz its like lol if youre helpless and have to listen to me bitch over and over to you #its either annoying as hell to hear or its guilt inducing and we cant have that now can we #and im quite frankly tired of all these options like lol the very few people i actually like and enjoy are just fuckin #nothing anymore cuz im ruining their lives and being an awful friend #its really great how youre supposed to confide in people when youre feeling like shit but then doing so ruins everything #lol what am i supposed to do now you know? i cant talk about anything except myself and my misery #and its a never ending cycle cuz im still here in this unsafe environment and im just so fucking sick #of people telling me to just keep going and keep looking for jobs cuz god bitch thats what ive been doing #and i have nothing yet and lets say i get a job tomorrow its probably gonna pay like shit #and im too incompetent to work 40 hours so if i wanna like ease myself slightly itd take even longer to have money #and its just gonna take forever to save money enough to leave and god I need out like right now #because im just gonna go insane and im gonna kill myself if im here any longer every second im here breathing #feels like im being strangled im becoming a monster too and the worst friend of all time and terribly selfish and whiny #lol i guess ive just got this dumb fantasy where ill be saved by someone who treats me nice and they take me away #and i dont have to wait or lift a damn finger i can just. be safe. and get a hug and not fear my life #im so lazy and worthless and horrible I really do just deserve to die #but i guess i cant say that. cuz then itll make everyone too drained lol

[actual-corpse]

Why am I, the Woman, villanized?

I'm a full-time student, and I work 30 hours a week (that's 6 hours short of full-time), and yet, I can't sit and relax without someone huffing and puffing about something being dirty.

I'm not the one who fills the sink.

I'm not the one who fills the trash.

I'm not the one who leaves my dirty clothes all over the bathroom floor (and those clothes fucking stink... They smell worse than the literal boxes of cat shit that sit in the same room)

I'm not the one that hogs the clothes machines for DAYS at a time because I can't be arsed to move them.

There are two cats. One isn't mine, but I am the one caring for both cats full time. Emptying the boxes, buying and administering the flea meds, cleaning and filling water/food bowls.

I'm afraid to start a video game. 1. Because nobody can fucking respect that I'm trying to enjoy something and 2. Because when the dishes pile up in the sink, I'm the one stuck dealing with it.

There are fast food cups rotting in the bedroom because I am not cleaning up after a grown-ass man (they've been accumulating since we broke up (August))

There is shit accumulating on the table.

I will move out when the lease is up. And when I do, I hope these boys fucking suffer as they realize they ran off one of the most patient women they'll ever find.

#im mouthy sure #but im pretty patient #i can think of so many people who would've already left #or just stopped picking up after them #i hate this fucking country #because I SHOULD be able to live independently like the adults my age did 20 years ago #i feel like a prisoner #unfortunately women shoulder an immense emotional burden that men dont fucking understand #and that burden is DRAINING #its hard to work a job that drains you and then come home to man-children who drain you #i just wanna live alone in a one room one bathroom hole with a veiw #WALGREENS KEEPS PROCESSING MY FUCKING REFILL BUT NEVER ACTUALLY FILL IT #FUCK #god damn groundskeeper makes hos job harder on himself by pointing the blower into the corner and blowing debris into the apartment #fucking roomate who doesn't fucking understand how fucking doors work tries to tell me im wrong #THERES A GAP IN THE DOOR WHERE THE FUCKING BUGS GET IN THIS PLACE WAS BUILT CHEAP #I FUCKING HATE HOW INCOMPETENT SOME MEN ARE and they like to act so smart #AND THEY FUCKING MAKE SNIDE REMARKS ABOUT YOUR AGGRAVATION but YOU cant do it back #Most of the men Ive met are so GODDAMN SELFISH #i wish my mom would let me be gay. Not only do I want to try it but also... women have a tenderness that most men lack #im so fucking tired #and fucking annoyed #i cant do my fucking laundry #yeah the washer is available but I cant dry the clothes. and leaving the damp clothes in the washer is fucking stupid #thats how you get mildew stink #can you guys hope i get the LBL internship? 🙏 #it provides money and lodging (and experience lol) and its IN THE WOODS THE FUCKING NATIONAL PARK YALL #LBL is Land Between the Lakes National Park in KY and I wanna be there #Id actually like to work there too ngl #in the nature

[alastors-wife]

hearing someone express that they're uncomfortable or not in the place to be able to handle something right now and going "🙄 guess i just wont ever ask for help again" is genuinely the most selfish, obnoxious and immature way you could possibly have handled that.

loving and healthy relationships aren't one-sided. you should BOTH have consideration and support for each other's mental and physical well-being. this should not be hard to understand.

people who behave like this are literally the reason they don't have friends or can't maintain healthy relationships

#please grow up yall are too god damn old to be acting like selfish spoiled children #and some of you genuinely DO need to go to therapy if you're treating people like this. good lord #this is why i stay my ass off of social media bro #because i come back to the most insane takes that have ever been shat out into the universe #like do you hear yourself??? #log off. go find some hobbies. talk to some people. pet a dog i dont give a fuck do SOMETHING

[aceys]

:3

#i love my bf so much dont get me wrong but #it hurts so bad coming to terms w the fact that other ppl will never try as hard for me as i do for them #and idk maybe im overreacting #for reference hes at a con in japan rn and sent me photos of merch and i asked if he could possibly get me one of the shirts bc i rly rly #want it and he said no the line is rly long i wanna see the rest of the con and im with my friends #i dont wanna get in the way of that! but at the same time if it were reversed #id wanna do anything for him id line up immediately to get that damn shirt #and idk if that's on me for being too people pleasing or on him for being selfish #or having boundaries? knowing to put himself first in a good way? #i can argue it both ways in my head so i dont think im right in getting upset #but i also cant help but sob anyway bc ik id waste all my time at a con waiting in a merch line if my bf wanted smth #n it hurts knowing that thats not smth that gets reciprocated #but i dont know if i should expect that #ok anyway #im gonna get more drunk and try to ignore it bc talking to him right now would just be bad #i dont wanna annoy him while hes w his friends #god fuck #a.txt

[theearnestonion]

rant in the tags time. its angry and there's caps and swears and discusses.. ableism, I guess?? so beware and all that.

#neurodivegents please never fucking let the world gaslight you into believing you're not making an effort #you are constantly bending to accommodate a world not built for you #and people will have the fucking audacity to say 'you aren't trying. you aren't reaching. accommodate me' #whilst not budging an inch to accommodate you. #you should not have to thank people for making a bare-minimum effort. you are making efforts all the damn time. #the unjust man says 'meet me in the middle'. you step forward. he steps back. the unjust man says 'meet me in the middle.' #don't let people do that to you!!! #you are not wrong!!! there is no 'should'!!! 'normal' is a fiction used to enforce conformity!!! feelings do not have morals!!! #my one friend should not have to thank me for trying not to expect feelings from him he doesn't have. #my other friend should not have to thank me for messaging to assure her that I'm not ignoring her when she's feeling anxious. #my other other friend shouldnt have to mask so much he seems apologetic if he looks sad or neutral or doesn't wanna talk. #I'm tired!!! and angry!!!!!!! #I spent my whole damn life think I just wasn't TRYING hard enough to FOCUS and it ATE my FUCKING CHILDHOOD #YOU ARE TRYING. YOU ARE TRYING HARDER THAN ANYONE SHOULD EVER FUCKING HAVE TO TO CONFORM #THERE IS NO MUTUAL REACHING HAPPENING. THEY DON'T WNAT YOU TO MEET THEM IN THE MIDDLE. THE JUST WANT YOU TO BE FUCKING NEUROTYPICAL. #they just want ur mental illness or neurodivergence or personality disorder or disability to disappear so they can remain in comfort #they don't give a fuck about neutral ground because they are convinced that they ARE on neutral groung #that they are the norm that others must conform to. and we are left standing in the gap. far from home & grasping to reach an understanding #and the neurotypical says ''*scoff* why are you all the way over there?'' #''can't you take a couple steps toward us to accommodate us? god. selfish. lazy.'' #''meet me in the middle'' #IT'S. A. LIE. don't let them make you feel crazy & doubt that you know. #that you are trying. and you don't have to weep and wash their feet with your hair when they do the same #I'm not saying never try to mitigate your differences with others. what I am saying is. don't let people devalue your efforts

[objectlovernonhuman]

im getting deja vu like all hell saying this but. theres something so uniquely stressful and upsetting. watching your best friend forever and soulmate deteriorate real time and. go trough a series of worst things imaginable and learn. that these werent even the first times hes been trough that. and then see him spiral into hurting people and you being the one to handle the sheer crash of function that occurs when he finally goes coherent and processes it all. and you just sorta. help him exist. and then he has an identity dissolving moment. its not that he split. actually, the opposite. he fused with a bunch of gragments. and he has been wprking towards being a better person and hes doing pretty good at it. its just. he doesnt know who he is anymore. he jusy doesnt. hes in a state of depersonalization so much that like. listen its like. hes gone. the hosty i knew back then is obviously gone regardless of current, as he HAS changed for the better but just. he used to have an identity. he barely has anything anymore. he is even rapidly forgetting source memories, the one tjing that stabilized his sense of being present. i guess im just scared that my boyfriend is becoming just a concept of a person, almost. there was someone before him that hes not anymore despite being a fusion of him, but this is different. even in the soupiest postfusion moments, he knew and exlaimed being someone atleast, despite yet gathering the details of what and who he is. now hes just. a blur. he is so many things and yet because he doesnt really have a strong sense of understanding or iding with it all or just existing as himself rather than an extension of our very basic fronting needs hes not much currently. it scares me. i know he hates being this way. i know hes worse mentally. hes fucking deteriorating, dude

#from charles #holy fuck what do you even do. hes absolutely ruined by a series of unfortunate stuff out of our control #he was coheremt and stable after beginning his self improvement. and then a bunch of stuff happened and now hes just. #he clings to the name hosty and that is it. hes rapidly losing any attachement to anything or frankly. anyone. even me. that is worrying. #he is a very attaching person. he LOVES to love people. hes apathetic and depersonalized most of the time and im so so so scared for him #in a way it is selfish because i do want what i consider my boyfriend back in the way it was before despite no one being able 2 just return #im selfish but god damn hes rotting and is it bad to be selfish about what i miss if it was genuinely better for us both.

[the-californicationist]

Please! I need the part 2 of “Captain Price opens a package, thinking it’s intel, but it’s a sex pollen.“ I'm on my kneesss pleaseee it was so good! 😭♥️

Anyways, I'm your new follower 😍, and some of the stories you write is just so damn good😍 (Sorry for bad grammar's, English isn't really my first language, uwu)

im sorry but idk what a part two even looks like. i know a lot of people have asked for it but its... just some couch sex?? idk i'll try.

Laswell clicked the door shut behind her, and part of you wished she had locked it. Gaz was sure to tell the rest of the team, but you could do without an audience. What would they even see if they barged in here?

The captain had let his cock loose from the confines of his pants, and they were sliding down his thick, muscular ass with every selfish thrust. He was rubbing himself like a naughty dog against your clothed pussy, begging for entrance with every forward movement. Your shirt was pulled down, revealing your breasts, and now they were covered in pink marks from the roughness of his beard as he moved his mouth across you.

Feeling him take each nipple and suck it so gently into his mouth, pulling it in like delicious nectar through a straw, drinking you although you were dry, tasting you even though you had no flavor. It was too much, but he couldn't stop.

You felt a little wrong to be enjoying your commanding officer so much. His humping was making your body respond even as it waited for your guilty conscience to catch up.

"Cap... oh, my fucking God... No, Captain. We shouldn't..." you tried to protest on his behalf, knowing he was being controlled by the powder.

"Corporal," he spoke with his mouth full of your flesh, "I can stop... now. It'll give you... enough time... to run..."

His bright pink eyes flashed up at you in warning and he used both his arms to pin you on either side of your head, forcing you to look at him, the intensity of which went right to your rapidly-melting core.

Suddenly, in a moment of lucidity, he looked you right in your eyes and finished his sentence,

"But that will not be bloody true for long."

As if warning you, he rubbed his hardness up and over your belly, letting it ruck up your shirt, and you felt its incredible heat. It was like a long, steel brand. His skin was smooth, but it was scalding and swollen with his blood. The huge tip left a wet trail of desire wherever it went.

"It's okay, Captain. You can have me if you --"

There mere suggestion of your consent was all he needed to let the dam burst and the river run free. His need crashed from him with an explosive force. He all but ripped your clothes from you, nearly hurting you in the process, making your ankles ache from the sudden pressure as he shucked your pants and boots away in one go.

Your panties were torn from you, sturdy though they were. The fabric made a whining, popping noise as the elastic split. Air rushed across uncovered skin, and your body doubled down on its plans to produce as much natural lubrication as possible. It seemed to know you'd need it.

He didn't touch you. Not with his hands. There was no preparation of any kind. Price fed himself into you like a hand into a glove, a body part in need of sudden and immediate warmth. He took control of your head again, pinning you in that same furious way, and you had a singular view of his face, twisted in a sort of sublime agony as he sank himself into you for the first time.

The pressure was almost unimaginable. Your body was making a lurid, wet, slicking noise as his cock forced you in half. You tried to allow him in, tried to relax, but there was little you could do. He was immense and heavy. It felt like a fist on a strong arm, like a forge hammer, hot and searing. The only thing more tormenting was his voice purring darkly in your ear.

"Fuck, you're warm..."

He pulled himself out of you inch by inch, leaving a terrible hollow where you were once whole.

"Wet for me. So wet. How?"

Back in. And in. And in. It seemed to go forever in and it made you wonder how deep you were.

"It feels so good to have you 'round me, love..."

When the rosy head of him found the end of your wet hole, it sort of... settled there. Locked in, like a key into a tumbler, and each fold of you a lifted pin, fitting him as if you were crafted for it.

"Thought 'bout how you'd feel. Sometimes... dreamt it."

You felt your body give away your surprise. He was too gone to notice it, but not you. You would have been able to feel the planets shift an inch to the left if they dared. You could feel everything. Each and every pore and hair and breath was awake and alive and living in the rawest possible way. Could he have really been thinking of you like you were thinking of him?

"Bloody fuckin' hell. So tight. Too tight."

He was right. It was too tight. He was squeezing himself in with each of these aching, crazed thrusts, shoving himself inside of you hungrily, all the way up to your pounding heart, it seemed. You felt yourself slipping around him like hot oil, running down his shaft and matting the coarse, dark hair that cradled his root.

"John..."

You used his name in place of his title, and he noticed. Noticed it like a hawk notices a hare. Right in your ear, up against your cheek, he responded, too quickly, too much teeth,

"Yes, love. Yes. Yes? Tell me."

He was grunting now, clearly on the edge of his pleasure. You aimed to take him over it, to plunge him into blinding darkness. You whispered, and each word hit its mark like the straight shaft of an arrow, striking into the target one after the other, tearing through the bullseyes like they were nothing but air.

"You're gonna make me come, John."

Again, that unearthly snarl came from his chest, the one you'd never heard before come from the mouth of a man. It was a cry and a scream and a prayer and a plea and had he not been pinning you down prone with his own prostrated body, he would have been growling it from his knees. He commanded you as he worshiped you,

"Give it to me. Give it to me. Give. It. To. Me."

Your body listened before you could even register his words.

From the bones in your hips, you felt your muscles tighten along his iron rod like a fist, closing in on him knuckle by knuckle, and each closure brought you closer to that brink where the darkness turned to blinding white light. You could feel the sparkle of it, that peppery gunpowder flash and then...

"Holy fuck, love..." He stared at you as if you were the sun lighting up his whole life. Like he'd seen you before, all sherbet pink and blazing orange, in the dawn, in the mornings, cutting over the horizon.

Price had come in you. You felt it. It slid along the cleft of your ass and soaked into the fabric of the couch. He didn't mind it. You couldn't. His body was still thrusting as hard and as heavy as before, fucking up into you as if he hadn't just filled you with his thick, hot cream.

"I can't... " he gasped, wrenching his eyes shut, "I can't stop..."

"It's okay, John..."

"I can't bloody stop, love. I'm... fuck, I'm sorry..."

"I'm okay. It's okay," you whispered to him, trying to soothe him.

You pet the hair back over his brow and he leaned into your touch like a cat, purring for more of it. You laced your fingers through his hair and held him tight at his scalp, turning his head so that you could talk to him right into his ear,

"Fuck me how you need to, Captain."

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[somewhereincairparavel]

Percy this. Percy that. It was always about Percy Jackson. All the fucking time. 

It was always about the Hero of Olympus, the one who defeated Kronos and led the battle of Manhattan, the one who was offered immortality by the king of the gods himself, the one who restored glory to Rome by returning the golden eagle, the one who became praetor of the Roman camp in 2 weeks with limited training. 

His Roman camp. Jason Grace's Roman camp.

Percy Jackson had pulled off everything in 2 weeks that Jason Grace wasn't able to accomplish despite dedicating his whole life for duty. 11 years of blood, sweat and tears, simply gone down the drain.

Jason had failed his camp. He had failed his home. Turns out, he wasn't as great as the people of Rome had once preached about him. It was obvious considering the less than warm welcome he had gotten from his so-called “home”. 

He received no hugs, no cheers, no “we missed you jason!”, no “I was so worried about you!” or even a single pat on the arm by his “friend” Dakota. Dakota and Gwendolyn hadn't even spared a glance at him.

Nothing. Instead, this new Jackson boy was held up to worship like a god amongst the people who once considered Jason a “hero”.

Jason laughed bitterly. Was it selfish of him to be disappointed with Reyna? With a pang, he got to know that Reyna hadn't sent a single search party out to look for her “best friend”. Not like Annabeth did for Percy, not like Thalia did for Percy.

With a pang, he got to know that the whole camp basically deemed him as ‘dead’ and Reyna hadn't even set up a memorial of remembrance for him. The camp had simply moved on with their new hero. Without a single shred of thought for Jason Grace. 

The forgotten Hero. The lost hero. Jason Grace.

These thoughts of doubt gnawed on Jason's mind, slowly eating him up ever since he'd first seen Percy Jackson in those damned praetor togas that once belonged to him. 

He didn't dislike the boy, of course not, it wasn't Percy's fault that Hera wiped their memories or switched camps.

 But it was hard for Jason to not resent him, or feel even the tiniest amount of envy, knowing that Reyna willingly replaced him with Jackson. Very quickly too, at that. He overheard Octavian blabbing to his lackeys about how Reyna “was head over heels for Percy almost immediately” 

“I guess that's it. Maybe I am someone who is easy to replace.” Jason thought, his eyes pricking as he looked over from the flying ship, at the place he once used to call home. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jason watched remorsefully as Thalia, Grover, Percy and Annabeth were all gathered at the table in camp half blood, cracking jokes about dam french fries or whatever that meant.

Thalia caught Jason's eyes, staring at all of them from a distance. She smiled softly, and gave him a tiny wave. He weaved his lips into something that was meant to look like a wry smile, but it came out as a slight grimace, as he waved back.

Thalia was so close to Jason, yet so far away.

He knew she loved him, but it felt different. And an annoying, nagging part of Jason had known that Thalia would never be as close to him as she was to Annabeth or Percy. 

Ironic isn't it? Jason and Thalia were always connected since they came from the same womb, yet she was closer to Annabeth, a girl she'd found after she had run away from the same woman that had given Jason to the wolves. The same woman who had turned his life upside down by abandoning him. 

Thalia had found Annabeth right after she thought she had lost Jason. In a strangely ironic way, Jason felt like he'd been replaced all over again.

Thalia had replaced Jason as a younger sibling with Annabeth without even realizing it, all of this took place mere months after a baby Jason was considered to be dead. This situation had strangely reminded him of Camp Jupiter, how he was replaced by Percy right after Jason was considered “dead” by Camp Jupiter.

This made Jason reach the possibility that if he were indeed “dead”, he wouldn't be missed. People wouldn't bat an eyelash. Since there was always someone better than him. Someone like Percy Jackson, who could easily fill the void Jason would leave behind.

His eyes watered, as he looked at how much fun his sister had with his friends. Knowing full well, that he'd never be able to do the same.

Jason felt ashamed that he had to ask Percy about Thalia’s likes and dislikes, he was thalia’s brother. He was supposed to know.

Jason watched as Thalia quickly hugged the trio, as she left their table to leave with the hunters, not even realizing that there was one person whom she forgot to hug.

Don't take it personally. Don't take it personally. She just forgot. She doesn't hate you. She just forgot. She doesn't prefer Percy over you. She's in a hurry. That's why she forgot. Jason repeated that like a mantra, the only person he was trying to convince was himself.

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“And he rejected immortality!- oh you should've seen Zeus' face!” Annabeth exclaimed to Hazel excitedly, as Percy was blushing at the compliment fountain being poured at him by Hazel and Annabeth.

Jason had always been fascinated by that story, the almighty Percy Jackson getting offered to become a god, by Zeus.

His father. Jason's father, Zeus. 

Jason felt stupid and guilty for getting envious, it's not the fact that Percy had been offered immortality, no. Jason couldn't care less about being immortal. It was the person who offered Percy invincibility that bothered Jason so much. 

Jason knew that even if he went to the ends of the world to accomplish something, his father wouldn't be able to praise him or even talk to him for a long time. 

Zeus and Jason could never be like Hades and Nico, or Poseidon and Percy. That's just how it is.

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Reyna had come to camp half blood for a fun visit. Jason would've been ecstatic in other circumstances, but in this case, he wanted to be as far away from her as possible. Because currently, Reyna seemed to be looking at everyone, but refused to meet Jason's eyes. She seemed to keep her distance as she laughed at something Percy and Piper were saying. 

She may as well have just stabbed him, it would've hurt a lot less. 

He had truly been naive to believe that he could make amends with Reyna. Now he knew, it would never be possible. There was too much pain mixed with bitterness on both ends. But seeing her get along with Percy reminded him of the old times of friendship he and Reyna had shared. Keyword: had.

Once again, the fates had shown him that Percy Jackson would always be better. 

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As Jason Grace lay on the cold floor, coughing out blood. He realized he was alone, he was dying, but he was alone.

Like always. The sickly voice of Gaia, that had once haunted his nightmares, boomed in his head. Jason knew he was hallucinating as a result of blood loss, Gaia is in deep slumber. But that did not stop the voice in his head that was invented by his insecurities. Even in the end, you've been forgotten, Jason Grace. Because that's what you will always be. The second best. The leftover. The pawn who is discarded, after his purpose has been fulfilled. Percy Jackson would always be better in everyone's eyes. 

To the Romans, you are simply the one who betrayed his lineage. But Percy is the one who restored glory. He did your job for you.

To the Greeks, you are simply a burden, one whom they were forced to welcome.

To your father, you are merely one of his many sons. 

To your sister, you are a stranger.

Jason's resolve to live had weakened, hot tears were streaming down his face as he closed his eyes in defeat, he had come to the painful conclusion that nobody is going to come find his body. Nobody is going to mourn him.

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“Oh I will always be much better than you at this! Bring it on, dude!” Percy laughed as he striked his play sword lightsaber at Jason's. They clashed. 

“You wish, Jackson!” Jason shot back jokingly, as they sparred playfully with toy lightsabers.

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“Jackson, you jerk. You were right after all, you will always be much better than me” Jason laughed bitterly, as he recalled that memory of his sparring session with Percy.

 Suddenly everything went black. The life had successfully ebbed out of him.

Little did Jason know, was that someone had indeed come to look for him. Tempest, his Pegasus had come to retrieve his body, but Jason was long gone. People had indeed mourned him. His friends were, indeed, anguished. His sister was, indeed, heartbroken.

Jason's soul parted this world, with the knowledge that he'd always be The forgotten Hero. 

The lost hero. Jason Grace.

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[suiana]

your boyfriend has been acting weird lately (various yandere characters x gn reader) (ANGSTOBER DAY 2)

"babe are you-"

"can you quit talking? seriously, you're so damn annoying."

"...i only wanted to ask whether you were hungry..."

you stare at your boyfriend, lips pursed as he continues to type away on his phone. he's been like this for three weeks now. getting mad at you for no reason, cursing at you... did you do something wrong?

all you ever wanted was to be a good significant other and he's acting like he's on his period or something! jesus, can't he be a little bit more mature too?! picking fights with you for no reason, making a big fuss over nothing... and not even telling you why?!

...

you know what?

you had it with him.

"hey, what's your problem huh?! why are you so edgy nowadays huh? did i do something wrong?!"

your once loving boyfriend stares at you, eyes and mouth wide at your sudden outburst. he takes a moment to compose himself, eyebrows furrowing the second he thinks things through.

"god you're so damn stupid. I've been repeatedly telling you, haven't i? i hate you. what can't you understand?! this is why I'm always getting mad, damnit!"

you scoff at him, arms folded in front of your chest as you try to keep your cool... only for your anger to get the better of you, resulting in a screaming festival between you and your boyfriend.

"hate me? you can't expect me to believe that. not when you were literally obsessed with me up till three weeks ago?!"

"i-"

"you used to threaten people just for looking at me! you even tried to kill someone because they asked for my number! and now you want me to believe that you hate me? stop with your bullshit."

".. actually-"

"oh. are you seeing someone else? is that what this is? you're trying to make me break up with you, is that it?"

"n-... you know what? yeah, yeah it is. i want to break up with you. I've found someone else that i love more than you."

your boyfriend states, eyes dead as he stares straight at you. he breathes calmly, as if he weren't affected by this at all. meanwhile, your heart felt as though it had shattered into many tiny pieces. tears fell from your eyes, unable to be held back any longer as you broke down, falling to your knees as the male just stares at you stoicly.

"let's never see each other again."

he mumbles, turning on his heel, swiftly leaving you alone to wallow in your sadness in the once lively apartment. shit... you hadn't expected things to end like this.

"he's a fucking jerk..."

you think through your tears, vision blurry as you clutch your chest. you really loved him and he just?? left?? how could he be so heartless?

if he didn't love you he could've just said something about it. he didn't have to be so mean and hurt your feelings before finally bringing up another person! god damnit, why did you have to fall for such a person?!

you cried, wailing as you cursed your now ex-boyfriend.

"fuck! i hate you! i hate you so much! i hope i never see you again! just disappear from my life! you just left me to die here! stupid ex-boyfriend! i hate giving you my love!"

what you didn't know however, was that your 'heartless' boyfriend had stood outside your door, frowning at your every word, regretting everything he had done up until that moment. because he had loved you too. truly.

he loved you so damn much that he wanted to tear out his hair every single time he was mean to you. he wanted to tell you that he didn't mean any single one of those hurtful words. he wanted to cry and beg for your forgiveness every single time he did anything hurtful to you.

but it was for your own good. it was to keep you safe. and if he needed to hurt you to keep you safe, he'd do it. because he loved you too much to see someone else hurt you.

and being with him meant that there was always a risk of you getting hurt. so how could he allow that to happen when it could be prevented? how could he let his selfish feelings get in the way when you were such a precious little thing? sure, he loves you and he'll do anything in his power to ensure your safety but what if he can't protect you one day?

what if one day you just... get used against him? he's a dangerous man and has a lot of enemies. surely they'll find out that you're his weakness. of course he has gotten rid of anyone who might harm you now but who's to say that there won't be more in the future?

which is why he has to severe all ties with you now. he can't risk it. because he may be strong, but he may not be strong enough for whoever may come in the future. that's why he's been doing what he's been doing-making you hate him so that it hurts less when he decides that it's time to leave. he assumes that it's working wonderfully, after all you've never once noticed his puffy eyes in the morning.

"at least... they'll be safe now."

and disappear he will, for he has too many regrets welling up in the depths of his soul from what he did to you. he'll make sure to never come across you again, instead lurking in your shadow, observing you from afar.

a star like you need not be dirtied by his presence anymore.

dazai osamu, akutagawa ryunosuke, megumi fushiguro, blade, scaramouche/wanderer, your faves<3

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