#people clown on it too hard

[fruitsofhell]

People shit on Elemental for its race/culture allegory looking even more reductive and rigid than Zootopia's on the service, but I think it actually used it super well. It feels a lot more like a very broad and fable-ish metaphor than the sort of hard world-building with direct racial parallels found in Zootopia. Zootopia aged poorly cause it was so fucking direct in its parallel imagery to real world oppression with the police angle, whereas Elemental is just generally about the experience of being an immigrant. The way it uses the infrastructure of the city being actively built for some and harmful to others is really clever, I adored how they used that.

It also helps greatly that Elemental was written by a POC from the perspective of the marginalized because it helps make the metaphors feel more cohesive. The choice to make Judy the main focus as a perpetrator of the systemic predator oppression that greatly mirrors real world anti-blackness aged like milk to me, it screams white guilt complex. And the fact it spends a lot of time not engaging with forms of prejudice besides the bunny oppression until it gets to that feels very flat. Elemental immedietly explains its main allegory very strongly and from the perspective of those it affects, so there's no fluff or time spent ignoring the issues from the privileged perspective.

Literally the thing that will instantly kill your fantasy oppression metaphor is being white guilty about it or not thinking super hard about what you're paralleling if you're going to be as blunt as Zootopia. Stuff like accidentally giving the oppressed group a reason to be oppressed as you do with the predator-prey dynamic. It's just the biggest fucking red flag and shows little understanding of why these systems exist irl. In Elemental the metaphor obviously uses a lot of imagery to show that the fire people are meant to be east asian-coded, but beyond that its content just being a story about class and immigrant families. About being from different worlds and feeling like they're impossible to combine, because of experiences and backgrounds, which is expressed as being fire and water.

Unlike being a bunny and fox, that imagery is a bit less loaded and can be turned into a sort of mutual harm as it is in the film with Wade being at risk of evaporating as muxh as Ember is at risk of being put out. And, in the end, it's found that water can just bubble a bit as the metaphor for a compromise. Which is fine enough and where the more fable-ish approach to the allegory became clear to me.

It's also used very cutely for their personalities too in a way that comes back to the background divide - Ember being fiery, anxious, and high-strung from pressures of supporting her community, and Wade being all blubbery and emotional but mellower because he lives in a supportive upper-class family. Its just a lot cleverer on a couple of levels than the bumbling between 'predators are black and brown people but also their oppression is bad but also they are dangerous but also its cause of a conspiracy, and also small prey are kinda like white woman and theres intersectionality but its shown horribly'.

Despite Ember's racial coding, no matter how you code Wade's family it doesn't matter because it is simply about - 'you live in a city that has integrated for you, and I don't' - which could apply to an upper-class family of any background, cause it's more of a class thing now. Even if he was black-coded (which Ive seen from fans likely because of his VA, I dont remember if he was in the films text), it still works cause their ARE affluent black families whom by nature of having been here and integrated are in that privileged role over a poorer immigrant family of any other race.

Allegories for class or upbringing usually age better, the systems that create those are a lot more basic and less loaded to parallel on a surface level than racism or misogyny. Not that they CANT go really deep, but it's easier to not come off as blatantly offensive as long as you're not like a eugenicist about it.

#shut the heck up #elemental #film and animation #media analysis #i didnt pay attebtion to all of elemental but from what i did it worked good #people clown on it too hard #its still kinda basic and whatever but it deserves some props

[monsterqueers]

Im just really annoyed about how people just fucking hate it when the kids they were jealous of and hated in school for not also getting bad grades also report being fucking traumatized by the school system.

Yeah sorry school traumatizes everyone, even the 'ex-gifted kids' you fucking hate because god forbid someone wasnt exploited and overworked the same way you were.

Sorry a group of predominately neurodiverse people experiencing burnout and how their upbringing of being only valued for their academic performance totally fucked their ability to function in the real world dare talk about this pain where you can see.

Its not being privileged and ~humblebragging~ to report emotional neglect from your parents centered around you having to get perfect grades to receive any scrap of love.

Wishing violence on them for talking about it and finding each other isn't cute either.

And because these people need it stated extra clear

This post is NOT saying other groups of people 'had it less bad'. This is about a specific phenomenon of vitriol towards a oft neurodiverse group of people commiserating about how they were screwed over by the system under the label 'gifted kid' NOT whatever else you are imagining im saying. <3

#clown on this post and get blocked #dismissing abuse reports because you think the people being screwed over by the system differently threaten you somehow is wrong sorry <3 #rebloggable but if it breaches containment too hard I might lock it to avoid the piss on the poor crowd #these ppl do not realize part of the point of 'ex gifted kid' is the fact that the label WAS bunk & was just used as an excuse to abuse us! #thats literally half of the talk & theory! We were just normal kids!!! Thats the fucking point!! Its not being elitist its the opposite!! #blocked and unfollowed 3 different people for threats of violence towards anyone who identifies with 'ex gifted kid' which inspired this

[tethered-heartstrings]

having a blog that feels more like a performance or meeting a made up expectation instead of a place to just be and exist and vibe and share vague but maybe personal stuff or just silly jokes and flop textposts that relate to nobody but me was a mistake

#delete later #the speaking clown #its a rough monday lmao you can ignore me #I feel my blog is in a 'make it or break it' vague wobbly wooshy state of uncertainty and possible indifference #who knows #there is a line of 'this is too personal and may dox me' and 'this is personal enough no one will give a shit or get a weird judgy feeling' #and if it is the latter i shouldn't care and yeeeeeeettttt #i had rootbeer alcohol this was a mistake..... anyway.... #also a fear of the people who wish ill will on me seeing me struggle as if struggling isnt a human experience #bc ik for a fact that just bc i blocked those fuckers doesn't mean they arent under fake accounts and sneaking in bc it isnt hard to do that

[fluxydrawings]

hello lifesteal fandom. this guy’s been standing menacingly in my head until i drew him so have a clown :)

#clownpierce #lifesteal smp #lssmp #mcyt #my art #fanart #this is an amalgamation of a couple designs but the flowy sleeves are directly inspired by ghostpajamas cause i think theyre fun kajrkkwej #i once again am too attatched ta top down lighting <3 its pretty #also its kinda hard ta see w/ the lighting but im very fond of his silly little jester shoes kajwekjj #if u havent seen my rambles on my main (thefluxqueen) ive been obsessed yall. like INTENSELY brainrotted #i started this while listenin ta clown's theme on repeat (his music fucks SO hard) but ended up switchin ta felix's bp playlist akjewrkjkawj #good jams man... #anyway im prouda this!! enjoy some art yall i know ur starved awekjrjewjk #is this scythe practical? NO but it looks cool and thats what matters #not enough people draw him w/ the cool scythe docotr rat made him its cool

[soupandsorcery]

I don't want to do my job, I want to write 300k words of Astarion and my Tav learning they're worthy of love through loving each other.

#bg3 #i just have too many feelings about it all #my tav is just out here bewildered that so many people care about them #that night after the goblin camp every single party member was down to clown #and ciro was just like ??????? #because they've had a hard life honestly #differently hard than astarion obviously #but they're used to being rejected or looked at like they're less than #in a way it felt safer to hook up with astarion that night because he made it so clear he was just looking for a good time #he didn't want love or romance in any real way #and ciro was down for that #because like. wanting to fuck is understandable and easier to swallow #but oops they fell in love anyway oops

[psalmsofpsychosis]

after my ✨️third✨️ attempt in the past 4 days to expose myself to standup comedy and build my lukewarm-jokes survival muscles i'll hereby conclude that jesus christ i'd rather fucking die

#like yes i'm sure there are actual funny standup comedians out there but #you people laugh at this shit?????? #98.99% of standup comedy culture is quite frankly incomprehensible to me i've never not-laughed at something this hard #i love george carlin but then again i watch him for sociopolitical commentary not for laughing #a lot of standup comedians are really just. extremely angry and frustrated borderline hateful people #or people with 45 accumulated years of severe depression which i mean. is absolutely fine to me #like the way i want to sit the lot of these people down and go ''talk to me. You're alright; you dont need the subpar 3.5/10 #socially acceptable veneer of jokes you can afford to have 2.5 seconds of sincere unscripted rage. maybe even cry a little. #you can do this i believe in you; cmon lets go'' #like these people are.... insanely unfunny. as a funny clown with funny shoes i find stand up comedy abhorrent honestly. #no offence whatsoever to people who like it; i know 'funny' is very a very subjective experience #i just think that the funniest people alive are often people who dont directly aim for being funny; it's got a medusa curse #the moment you look at funny directly you become the unfunniest person on the planet #(i adore hannah gadsby too but again. watching for sociopolitical commentary not for fun) #oh and i've been thinking about Joker's business of being ''funny'' too; pretty damn sure my experience of mainstream ''funny'' #is gonna play into that. oof

[aemondtragaryen-archived]

would pay outrageous amounts of money to never hear about a certain defamation trial..... i would pay so so much money to never hear another word.

#this is what i get for having one foot in the real world ig </3 #lanie.txt #this is okay to rb if you want to let people on your dash they are clowning too hard

[tariah23]

I hope that white gay couple who adopted that adorable little black child goes to hell so fast ohhhhh

#they’re already propping the baby up on their SM and using her for content… #transracial adoption is a curse #I wish every child adopted by wp the utmost support and safety for the coming years #most of the time they end up so screwed up #they’re isolated from their own people and history and are raised white because most wp don’t care if the child loses their sense of self #and awareness in these situations that they’re thrusted in just because wp wanna look like they aren’t racist for the gram or whatever tf #hiding behind their children to shield them from accusations of racism is crazy #the white gay dude posted a video of himself combing the babies hair too hard talking about some ‘um can I get some help here black people’ #basically like man you could’ve looked it up online yourself you clown #wp be adopting minority children for selfish reasons #the children don’t know any better when their peers use microagressions towards them and they think it’s normal behavior they don’t know #anyone who looks like them #it makes me so sad thinking about the stuff that they have to go though and it’s sad that most of them are only able to be free once they #leave home and I know the the culture shock must be insane…. #finally being around people who look just like you but you don’t feel like you’re part of their world… that must feel so lonely bro #at a certain point you’ll have to teach yourself these things #rambling

[desmondsdestiny]

to this day people still say the stupidest shit ever about connor. like I swear they played the game on mute and w their eyes closed. absolutely zero critical thinking on why this character is like that and why they made these choices. also? not every assassin has to be charming and witty, it would actually just get very tiring, and I'm very glad they never pulled that with connor. he still remains one of the best and I'll die on this hill.

#im watching a stream of ac3 rn and its really hard to not get annoyed w the chat theyre so unfunny #I don't trust people who don't like or try to understand connor or desmond im over entertaining these clowns #but yeah this rant is brought to you by this one dude on the chat that said connor is the most uncharismatic assassin #so what? just bc he isnt like ezio or edward doesn't mean he doesn't have his own charms or isnt a good character? #maybe its just me. but there hasn't been a single ac game where i didn't like the protagonist #so whenever i see people say they didn't like xyz bc they acted a certain way. im just thinking. yeah. that's the point #i see this w jacob a lot. ppl say he was immature and caused problems. like yeah. hes supposed to be. do people know how characters work #anyway im too tired to continue but the points are there #six speaks #edit: stream ended and the chat boiled my blood fr. 'boohoo desmond died' what if i punched u in the face real hard #its not about desmond. i wouldve accepted his death if it actually made sense and meant something for the plot. but his death meant nothing #ubsoft sacrificed everything for something more soulless and profitable and its so frustrating and sad. #but the ac incels cant even comprehend good writing for a second so of course they don't care and don't realize killing desmond killed ac

[torra-and-the-toons]

You have made me want to draw one piece warners. SO BAD.

Haha omg YES you should totally do it!! It makes me SO happy to see people enjoying my weirdly niche au's with the Warners, it's just SO much fun to yeet them into various worlds and scenarios, and one piece is just kooky enough that I think they'd fit right in haha. If you do draw them I'd love to see!!

And to answer two asks in one, I adore this visual so much omg! If I were at my computer still I'd totally draw it...

I too envision Wakko as a very serious worker, honestly. He might not quite understand instructions sometimes but he tries his very bestest! Yakko and Dot, I picture having SUCH a fun time with snarky customers, or just being little shits in general to people who deserve it (and Torra lmao)

Again, another really niche au that I'm really happy someone likes, because it's all I think about while I'm working like, "what would the Warners do today? 🤔"

They're so much fun to play around with in any scenario, they were drawn for this!

Thank you so much for stopping by!!

#torra answers #clown-god #animaniacs #i always forget how much i really do love chatting with people sometimes #seeing you pop up in my inbox made me smile so hard #sorry for the short reply too im literally in bed on mobile lmao #i should be asleep 😂 but i got too excited lmao

[echoingkarma]

Now that Celestial Syzygy is over I notice I'm getting more comments of people just saying they read the whole thing and enjoyed it and stuff, sometimes they have more depth to them too, describing what parts / themes they like

Makes us really happy. Thanks to everyone who reads our silly little writings and looks at our silly little drawings

#karmas clown moments #not art #personal #things have honestly been really hard lately and we're just waiting #for support on it. 1 more week and then hopefully we'll have something #but it keeps getting delayed so its been a real struggle #and just being able to joke around with people or see people go #'hey! this thing you made is cool!' is like. oddly comforting and reassuring? #especially when so much of the struggle currently is coming from #'would there be a difference if we just stopped doing anything?' #sorry this is quite dark in the tags. we try not to talk about it too much but yeah! #thanks for all the little things that make us go 'we're not making a big change but we're still taking part' #i think ill try and write tomorrow

[somedaytakethetime]

I've had all these snippets of images in my head and I don't know what to do with them.. so I figured I could turn it into some type of writing. There's no discerning details that give any certain person away, so if you read it, in can be about just about anyone you fancy and feel would fit this. Of course, you know who I am picturing but.. that's details 😶 Warning: NO KIDS! DON'T MAKE ME PUT YOU BABIES ON THE NAUGHTY STEP! This isn't even like.. proper dirty or anything, but there's heavy implications and small touches of intimacy and elicit activities, some words that may be heavier than others if you know what I mean.., and I don't want the children to think dirty thoughts 😤 Word count: 5 283 words to be exact, I ramble..

Your hand rises and falls slowly with the pattern of his breathing. It lays on his naked chest, you lay on his naked body, his arms wrapped around you and rubbing your back softly. You watch the shadows on the rug, the same one you're both laying on, cast by the sun as it slowly sets in the window behind your heads. As you try to catch your breath and feel him do the same, you're still wondering how you ended up here.

His eyes are beautiful. That's the first thing you notice as he smiles politely at you and cordially shakes your hand when you're introduced. He repeats the name your superior just said to you, his voices is lower and more sensual than you expected and a small shiver runs through you, you pray you won't stutter and repeat your name back at him. He pulls back and you feel his hand still grasping yours, even as you're introduced to the rest of the bunch. Even as you try to stand as straight as possible beside your new employer, you still feel his hand in yours, his eyes on you, as they'd been just a few minutes ago. You never expected to be here, hired to work at this club, you didn't expect you'd be so close to them either, you thought you would have some small position and do meaningless little tasks. You're nervous, your heart skips beats at times, you're afraid to mess this up, to end up looking foolish in front of so many people, and... you're afraid of the way you can still feel his hand on yours.. his eyes burning into you from across the way.

You should probably get up and leave. Or at least get up and lay on the couch, the rug is soft and warm but it's still a little.. awkward to be laying naked, pressed to him, on his rug like this. His eyes are closed and you wonder if he fell asleep, you try to move away and you find out that he hasn't. His arms tighten around you immediately and he opens his eyes slowly, his voice sounds.. god, his voice, the things he says.. he's so attractive but the way he sounds and speaks, you feel shivers thinking about the things he's said to you before.. even tonight.. you refocus on his voice as he says, soft and low, in that effortless sensual tone that's natural to him, "Where do you think you're going?", a smirk lifts the corners of his lips softly and you hide your face against his chest, suddenly warm all over again and needing.. so much all at once.. you muffle into his skin "I thought I'd get on the couch.." and he nods "Not comfortable here? I should have probably taken you to bed.. I do have one, and it's incredibly comfortable.." he lowers his voice and a shiver runs down your spine again, he's trying to get a rise out of you and he doesn't need to. Everything about him turns you on, you've never been so attracted to anyone before. You part your lips to speak but he doesn't give you the chance. He lifts himself up, takes you with him, somehow through some testosterone-induced display of strength he gets you both up from the floor, carrying you in his arms, without even wobbling once. He looks down at you and his smirk looks devious now, "Shall I show you my bed then?"

Working here isn't as difficult as you'd expected it would be. But it's also not as easy as you'd expected either. You have good days, and bad days. The problem is that the bad days are more frequent. Through no fault of your own, that's just the way things are here. Too many egos, too much testosterone, too many strong personalities. It all leads to arguments, to misunderstandings, to being yelled at and lashed out towards. You're often apologised to, after they've calmed down, asked for forgiveness and told that you've done nothing wrong, they're just all under a lot of pressure and stress. And.. you'd let that slip.. if it wasn't happening constantly, that is. Because none of them know how to control their shitty attitudes and it grates on your nerves. You keep your head down, stay silent, this is a well paying job and you don't want to lose it. Especially not over these assholes and their arrogance. Your superior is nice, that's all that matters because he's the one that you need to spend the most time with, the rest of them can go to hell. The rest of them… except… him. He's kind to you. Incredibly kind even. Has gotten into arguments with others over you. Over the way he watched them talk to you, over the things they've said to you. He doesn't have to get into trouble because of you, you've told him every time, and he just smirks, defiant, like he was made to fight and contradict, "And what? Pass up the opportunity to remind them of their place?" and you start to realise that this man has far more layers than you know of. He's.. hard to figure out. He's quiet, rarely ever speaks unless spoken to, he's also clearly a loner. He'll interact with his teammates when needed, praise them and laugh with them when he's in the thick of training, but outside of that he retreats back into himself. Stands off to the side. Observing everyone. Silently judging them. Silently judging you too..

His bed is indeed comfortable, just as he said it was. The sheets are soft, the pillows smell like him. You love the way he smells, it's so.. rough? woodsy?.. it's manly. You're don't care for logistics that small, but the only way to describe his scent, and even the underlying feeling he gives off, is that. Manly. He has tenderness too, that he's displaying right now as he softly traces your naked body like you're porcelain, placing gentle kisses everywhere, treating you like something fragile and beautiful to be treasured, driving you to the brink of madness with his slow motions. But there's a biting edge to him. You always know that this man, who appears so calm and controlled, will lose his mind in roughly .5 seconds and fight someone if his anger gets the best of him. And you'd be lying if you said that you don't find it attractive. How controlled he is. A stronger personality simmering under the surface of all that control and calmness. Which is too calm at times.. like right now. He's kissed a path up and down your thighs five times and you're about to pull all that glorious hair out of his head if he doesn't do something more than tease you.. "Will you be there all night? Didn't you promise to show me something? Something along the lines of what talents that tongue has that go beyond defying people?". his hands look massive as they snake around your thighs, he pulls you down closer to him suddenly and a squeak flies out of you, the devious smirk, ever so present on those perfect lips whenever he's around you, is back "I like it when you're sassy, baby.. it makes it even better when you start moaning incoherently for me."

A sob slips out of your lips and you try harder to keep it quiet. This is the final drop. You're tired of being yelled at by assholes, sure, but this is worse. You weren't hired to be harassed, if these bastards don't know how to behave that's their problem. You feel anger, a strong and heavy feeling in your chest pooling like black liquid, and you ball up your firsts. You slam them against the wall behind you and you want to scream. You want to go back and slap him, but you're not allowed, even if he was disgusting. The images keep replaying in your head, you're trying to do your job and gather their information to update their data, keeping quiet, head down as usual, asking personal questions in the most formal and detached manner that you can and that oaf.. the big one. You never liked that one from the time you were introduced. He smiled at you like such a sleaze.. you've been revolted by his presence ever since and you avoid him like the plague that he is. But.. you had to do your job. You had to ask questions because of these stupid sheets. Personal, medical, technical, all for the database of their information to be updated.. and he had to try and be funny… he had to try and flirt again, no matter how hard you ignore him he does it again. Asking you personal questions that you ignored, commented on your body and how it looked in the loose, long dress you're wearing.. and… he had to start commenting on his body. On his size to be exact. And his capacities as a man. When he cornered you against the table, put that sleazy, disgusting paw on your waist and said so casually "I could show you.. I bet you'd sound really hot screaming my name while I fuck you.." you just lost your composure. You pushed him roughly, you called him disgusting, you told him firmly "I would rather die without sex again than to have sex with you. You're revolting." and you walked out, found the first bathroom you could, and here you are. On the floor. Trying not to disturb anyone as you sob against the corner. You're not sad, you're angry. Angry that you can't retaliate more. Angry that if you were to tell anyone they would just tell you that the guys here are "being playful, you're a pretty girl, pay them no mind. They'll tire of it, I promise." as they've told you before. You're boiling with anger. You're tired of being disrespected. You make a snarled sound as you get up and walk to the sinks. Wash your tears and try to gather your composure. You look like you've been crying, there's nothing to be done about it. You take a deep breath and turn around. He's standing there. Leaning against the wall, right by the door. You didn't hear him come in. He has his arms crossed over his chest, and he looks pissed. "I heard some things that I didn't want to believe.." he's speaking through gritted teeth, you look at him as he pushes away from the wall, walks towards you, looms, "Did he tell you all that shit?" you wonder if you could lie, say that you were just being sensitive and he didn't mean any of that crap, you know what will happen if you confess what just happened to you. You know he will fight the oaf. You can see the fire in his eyes, those beautiful eyes, daring you to lie to him and pretend he can't see the truth. You just exhale and nod slowly, can't look him in the eyes as his anger bubbles over and the loud smack of his fist slams against the countertop. "That motherfucker! Did he hurt you?? He said you were like marshmallow in his hands, did.he.hurt.you?" and your voice sounds angry "No, he didn't! But he had no right to touch me! I don't want random men caging me against desks and groping my waist like I'm just a piece of meat! Tell that bastard that I wasn't anything other than disgusted by him!" and… he was made to fight and defy people. There's the confirmation. The smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. The fire raging in his eyes. The way he says, so casually, "Oh, sweetheart, I'm going to do more than tell him, don't worry." as he turns his back on you and walks out..

He is unfairly good at that. Unfairly good at everything he does really. He can control his body with just as clinical precision as he can control his temper, and it's unfair. You can feel his smirk against the most sensitive part of you, can feel the delight he takes in how easily and quickly you fall apart for him. Because of him. He's relentless, renders you speechless, a mess of whines and moans and pleas, a mess of neediness and aching and pent up frustration needing to be released. He does it on purpose. Slows down and teases you every time you feel your spine start to tingle and sparks appear in your closed eyes. You curse out his name, "Please! What do I need to do for you to stop that and just let me come, god, will you please do something more!?" say frustrated and he has the audacity to laugh. Right against you. Shivers run down your spine and you moan, it rings inside you and it makes you feverish and needy all over again. Your voice gets softer, you're suddenly pliant in his hands again, mewling and begging. He takes pity on you, holds you tighter, presses you down into the mattress and stops teasing you. Watches you the whole time, eyes fixated on your body and how you arch up for him. Because of him. He loves watching you fall apart like this. He's addicted to how you react to him. He's addicted to you. It's been a long time coming, he's still unsure how he managed to get you here tonight, but he's never been more thankful to whatever Gods are out there, watching over him, and helping him along this path. He doesn't falter until you're pushing at his head, lifts up and smirks at you as you open your eyes slowly, still barely able to focus on him, and he places a kiss right where he just made a mess of and laughs at your curses and shivers. He gets up from his place, crawls over your body, cages you against his bed, "So… how was that?". He feels giddy right now, feels like a teenager again, there's something about making a beautiful girl giving into him like that.. but beyond that.. there's something about having you here right now. In his house. On his bed. Under him. Pliant and willing, eager even, to be with him. He's wanted it for a long time, even if you likely have no idea of it, but that's beside the point now. There's other matters to attend to while you're so willing under him. He nuzzles your neck, kisses you slowly, then whispers in your ear "How do you feel about testing out the quality of my mattress?", and he knows it's incredibly cheesy but he's feeling light hearted and happy tonight, and you react by whining and melting further so.. he figures you don't mind it either.

He would say you've been building a budding friendship. Even if he's pretty sure you have no idea of it. Because he's a little.. guarded, if you will. He doesn't trust easily, he doesn't befriend people easily either. He likes his space, his peace, his own ways. He prefers to stand back, watch others, judge and gauge what they're all about. Studies people and tries to gather information before he can make a decision on them, he tries to be impartial, tries to give everyone a fair chance but.. he's also himself. Reserved and slightly stubborn in his ways. He knows what he wants and he knows how to get it, he's never had trouble with his confidence or his own self assuredness. He doesn't feel the need to justify himself to anyone or be a person pleaser. He also doesn't feel the need to make friends at work, not in a deep sense. He's polite to everyone, he'll be playful when there's room for that, and he'll go along with some things from time to time. But he's not here to be best friends with anyone, he's here to work. And he does his job well. So well apparently, that it's created some friction with some others around. So, try as he might to be professional, he doesn't like some of these guys because they don't like him and don't bother hiding it either. But, that said, he does like you. You're quiet too, just as guarded as he is, and you always keep your head down too. He could see from the very beginning that you're here to do your job and get on with it, and he respects that. He doesn't like stereotypes but he's aware that some girls try to get jobs at places like this for reasons that have nothing to do with the job. He doesn't judge that, everyone is after whatever life they want in the end, but he doesn't particularly care for those girls either. Being loved for the potential of what he could give to others in terms of lifestyle isn't something he wants, he just wants to be loved for himself. It's hard to get people to see him, who he is, without all the glitter and the flashes of the lifestyle. Without the fame aspect and the money. He's tried many times before, had loose strings here and there, and they all fell flat. He didn't feel a connection like he needed to, they weren't bad girls, they were funny and kind, but they had expectations from him. They created an image of him in their heads and that's what they were in love with. Not him. Not the simple man that has simple hobbies. The man that would rather cook dinner himself, instead of go out to some fancy restaurant that he'd have to put a suit on for. He's never been able to share himself, his true self, with anyone before without them thinking he was joking. Girls don't often believe how much of a nerd he is, how boring he can actually be, how unexciting he wants his life to be. Because he looks a certain way. And he has a certain reputation too. All of them do, so he understands it's hard to accept that, in the end, he's just a regular man. But he is. And you believe him. He's unsure how and why he felt such a pull to you when he first shook your hand. There was something. Probably in the softness of your eyes, the clear nervousness that clouded your whole being, the way you tried to stand and look so tall and professional but he could see your hands shaking the whole time, could see your cheeks flush pink with shyness whenever someone talked to you. He grew attached to you the more you spend time together. He sought you out, struck up conversations, tried to get to know you. To get you to be comfortable with him. And little by little you were. You built a friendship, that he thinks you're unaware of, and he cherished that. Cherishes the fact that you only laugh with him, only tease him, only feel comfortable around him. He knows that last bit isn't very healthy but.. he feels vindicated, he's selfish and he doesn't care. He likes you, really likes you, and he likes that you like him back. He also.. feels possessive of you.. which is why… he always gets into so much trouble for you..

He's relentless. And you're going to faint. It's just too much. Your whole body is on fire, your senses are all overloaded, you can't even see straight and your breathing is barely enough to fill your lungs with oxygen. But he's relentless, and you are too because even as your head feels fainter and fainter, you want more and more. You need more and more. You need it all. You need him. He feels amazing, he's sturdy and warm over you, he knows just what to do to make you fall apart at the seams, knows exactly how to move to make your whole body curl around him, knows just what to say to have you biting at his shoulder and clawing your nails down his back. He's amazing, he's both gentle and rough, pushes you back and reels you in, keeps you on edge for what feels like hours and drives you insane. When he allows you to fall, it feels so strong, it's so potent, that you all but faint. Barely hanging on to your senses, clinging to him, possibly crying from how good it all feels, you aren't really sure. Your body is a mess of emotions and he kisses you so slowly and tenderly as he falls with you too. Presses his forehead to yours as you both pull back with a need to breathe, keeps you so close and tight to him, melts against you too and wants to never let you go. You're shaking as you come down, you wouldn't be able to move right now from how limp he's rendered you, but also from how constantly you shake. Luckily you don't have to. He pulls away from you slightly, carefully rolls you both sideways and holds you tightly in his arms. One hand cradling your head and petting your hair, the other rubbing soothing circles on your back. He presses tender kisses to your forehead, whispers to you tender words of reassurance that you're okay and he's right there, holding you and keeping you grounded to this earth so you won't float away. You start to calm down, realise that you did cry because you have tears drying on your cheeks and you're almost scared of the power this man has over you. He makes you feel in a way you've never felt before. He pulls at your heart in such a strong way.. you're scared of that feeling. Because you don't know how he feels about you. He's so hard to read, even as he gently tells you that he's not going to leave and that he's right there for you, that he'll take care of you. It's hard to know if he means now, or… you melt against his chest, sigh heavily, remember what happened earlier today. He's suspended for a few days now. After that show, of course he would be, but you didn't mean for it to happen. You've apologised, chastised him, but it didn't make a difference because all he did was laugh.

You're back with your papers at the medical office right where you left them. They let you use this place today for all the crap that you needed to deal with, but someone clearly filled in for you while you were gone. The papers now have a handwriting that you can barely read. 'Does no one teach these men to write properly!?', you think exasperated. It's not the first time that one of your coworkers hands you notes that are barely legible. You exhale angrily, trying to push aside all that's happened today and just focus on getting to the end of your workday. You're trying to decipher what a certain hieroglyph says when you hear a commotion outside. There's a giant windowed door beside you, that leads to the training grounds, and you approach it. A mass of bodies piled in a circle is on the field, there's shouting. Something is happening. You don't think twice, you open the door and rush out. As you get closer you realise what's happening. He's hitting the oaf. They're tangled on the ground, he's overpowered that oaf, and he's punching him. Everyone else all around them is trying to get them to stop, a few have entangled themselves too and you're not sure why. Maybe men just love any excuse to fight each other and they'll break into silly antics as soon as someone else does. One of the older coaches shouts, the head coach is running towards all of you, some of the older players are trying to keep everyone in check and trying to dodge punches too. 'This is a mess..' you think to yourself. You regret telling him, you should have lied. But, god, you can't pretend that you're not pleased seeing him punch that disgusting oaf.. seeing him insult him and argue with him.. trying to defend you and make him pay for how he acted towards you earlier.. you feel so.. vindicated. Violence isn't the answer, you know it, but sometimes? It's pleasing to see someone do what you would like to do. You would be fired if you retaliated his actions from earlier, but they won't be fired. They're the team.. the club needs the team. They're men, they're always excused for their actions with no more than a slap on the wrist. And a slap on the wrist they get. When the head coach has them all under control he loses his temper and yells at everyone. Scolds them like little boys and a few of them have the decency to look ashamed. When it's all said and done, your saviour and the oaf are suspended for a few days, one for fighting and the other for his lack of professional conduct towards female staff. Rich that it took a fight to break out with the team for them to take the disrespect seriously but.. you'll take it. Some of the others are suspended for a day and the rest are severely scolded just because they were in the vicinity. The head coach turns to you suddenly, "As for you. I would like to apologise for the treatment you've been receiving. I'll speak to the management and we'll see what should be done. But next time? Tell me what happened, not one of my players." and the tone of his voice makes you whisper 'asshole' as he walks away after dismissing everyone. He approaches you, his knuckles scrapped and bloody, his lip is bloody too and he seems to have a bruise blooming under his right eye. You want to kiss him suddenly. He smirks at you, like the devil himself, and says "You're lucky you're this cute, otherwise he would have suspended you too." and winks as he walks past you. You scoff at the suggestion and stomp after him. Until you realise what he said. He thinks you're cute. He's teasing you. Again. You instead walk back to your borrowed office and gather your things, you were dismissed too, and it is the end of the week anyway so.. you cross paths with him as you're both walking out. You're looking at your watch to check the time, maybe there's a bus you can catch now. Or you could walk back, it's not so far off and you did it this morning. But as a hand lands on the small of your back, and a low voice says behind you, "Do you need a ride home?" suddenly.. your plans for the night have already changed..

He's looking at you seriously when your eyes focus on him again. "Is everything okay?" and you nod confused, "Of course. Why wouldn't it be?". He caresses your cheek softly and looks puzzle "I feel like I lost you for a moment there, your gaze was far away.." you settle against him, trace the bruises and cuts on his knuckles, "I was just thinking about what you did today. You got into trouble because of me, and you didn't have to." he pulls you tighter, "Someone had to. Besides.." he lifts your chin up and kisses you again, a deep kiss that takes your breath away and makes your heart pound against your ribs, "I don't like the way he talks to you. Or looks at you. Actually I don't like him in general, but I especially don't like him around you.". He looks like a contrived little boy and you have the urge to laugh and kiss him, you tease him softly, "Jealous? Don't tell me you feel a little territorial already.." and.. he feels his heart do something. Is it skipping beats? Is it sinking? Whatever it's doing, he doesn't like it. He doesn't like the casual feeling he's getting. He's not making himself clear. Of course he isn't. He brought you to his house instead of yours, allowed you to care for his wounds which led to him finally losing his control and kissing you. That kiss led to you losing your clothes and ending up on his rug panting for air. So far, he has done nothing that says 'I want you'. All he's done is say 'I'm horny'. And he doesn't like it. He doesn't like that you might just want casual sex from him, he'd give it to you, oh, he so would. He's a fool for you, he'll do anything you ask, but.. he wants you. All of you. He wants more than just occasional sex. There's a need to make you his in his chest, something he's been trying to control, but he can't hold it back anymore.. he says, serious, "As a matter of fact, yes. Yes, I am. I'm territorial over you. Because I don't like to share. Never did. I was an incredibly selfish boy and I'm not ashamed to say I'm an incredibly selfish man too. I see things I want and they're mine on sight, so I don't take kindly to others forcefully trying to share them." and… your breath gets caught in your throat. Feminism has exited the chat, all of your foremothers are watching over your shoulder with curious eyes right now. You've always been self assured, strong in your convictions, you've never allowed a man to think he owns you or even had the chance to think such thoughts. But.. you're a fool for this man. You would bark if he asked you to, you don't care. He brings something out in you that turns feral. You want him so badly that you'd crawl if he asked. You whisper his name, unsure of what to say, you don't know if he means.. "I like you. In fact, I more than like you. I want you in my life. I've wanted it for a while now and it drove me crazy to think of that fucker touching you. I've been trying to find a way, to get an excuse, to bring you to me. I don't know how to do this the right way, there is no right way, I'm confused because.. I have never felt like this. You throw me off balance, I don't know how to act around you. I've been flirting with you for months now and you're oblivious to me. So, at first I assumed that you didn't want me, and I respected that. Kept my actions the same because I didn't want you to see that I was hurt but.. after what just happened today.. I think you want me. Or maybe you just think I'm really good in bed, I guess that's an option too and I'll respect if you don't want me. But I want you. A lot. What I'm trying to say here is: I think I'm falling for you and I would like you to give us the chance to see where this goes. And we can do this really simply: will you stay the night?" you look into his eyes, his eyes are beautiful, more so after he's just confessed his feelings. You feel the same and you suddenly see flashes of where your lives could go if you accept his offer. You see them reflected in his beautiful eyes. A soft smile appears on your lips as you say "Of course I will."

#AS ALWAYS PLEASE REMEMBER THAT I'M DYSLEXIC #I TRIED TO READ THIS MANY TIMES OVER TO MAKE SURE I CAUGHT ALL MY MISTAKES BUT I CAN'T HELP BEING DYSLEXIC #I THINK OF ONE WORD AND WRITE ANOTHER IT JUST HAPPENS A LOT #anyway.. this happened.. #i can't explain it but i've been really consumed by snippets of images the most minor things ever #a lot of them feature into this like the emphasis on the eyes and the general feeling of a pull towards someone #it's hard to make an entire bit of writing about minor things but.. i did it anyway #there's millions of ideas tumbling in my head constantly #things as minor as the sun setting and playing up shadows and the wind softly dishevelling hair and these images give me certain feelings #feelings that i want to attach to certain ideas about certain people.. a little certain someone.. #but i want to make them like.. tasteful you know? plus i want to make it so it can be also.. sort of not about anyone too? #do you get what i mean? like if you read this i want this to feel about *your* person #this is more guided in the setting and the whole placing and i had to create certain chains of events #but i still hope that maybe it'll fit however your person is #THAT'S ENOUGH RAMBLING ENJOY THE BILLION OF WORDS WRITING #adventures in a clown's dreams #creative writing with Sunny #football imagine #football one shot #?? should i put those in there?? i guess they apply

[tethered-heartstrings]

10 and 31 for the fanfic author asks?

10. What makes a fic 'successful' in your opinion? - ideally, enjoying what you write, feeling good about it, writing for yourself. for me also, the characters I am depicting being well characterized/represented as well. people enjoying it is obv the goal with sharing it, but i try not to make that the Main Thing about a fic. it is great to see a fic be enjoyed and commented on etc., but even if a fic were to "do well" but I hated the fic, I wouldn't consider that a success imo

31. Do you listen to music while writing? - no, i write in complete silence

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#10 was hard to answer bc i am someone that struggles with what they create and feeling like ''it did well'' if that makes sense #working on it though bc its unhealthy lol #i do know certain types of fics do better than others at least in my experience so the ''numbers'' on a fic vary #people liking what i write is a great motivator but if i focus too much on that then i wouldn't be creating as much as I do #bc i would get very stuck on and tied up on 'xyz type wont do as well as abc type so i won't write it' even though i really want to write i #if that makes any sense lol #long answer and lots of rambles sorry #niannianyabao #the curious clown

[solardistress]

YOU KNOW YOUR LITTLE SIBLING IS GROWING UP WHEN OUT IF NO WHERE YOU HEAR “im reading the goofiest thing ever” and a few minutes later they say “wattpad” LIKE. THE WAY I TURNED MY HEAD . IMMEDIATELY . AND GO . WWHAT. ???

#NO AINT NO WAYYY YOURE ALREADY OLD ENOUGH TO DO THIS #STOP . I WAS YOUR AGE TOO WHEN I FOUND IT BUT PLEASE BUDDY . TIMES HAVE CHANGED #THE PEOPLE . THEYVE GROWN . THEYVE CHANGED #GET AWAY . JMMEDIATELY !!!!!! #i cannot let you end up like me 😭😭😭 #a clown who would write fanfiction for others and myself and is now one of the only ways i can creatively write #and relax and research and breathe and pass the time #fo not end up like me 👍👍 ive already tried so hard to prevent you from ending up like me #do not reverse all the efforts ive put into this in one fell swoop 😭😭😭

[goodmode]

when someone sends you a picture of their dog and youre not an arsehole but youre also not a dog person, so you have to look at this hairy thing you have no feelings about and go "aww hes sweet" but they take that as an encouragement to send you SO MANY MORE pictures of their dog and youre thinking. i should have said im not a dog person. but that always comes across as rude no matter how you say it. so you just commit to pretending youre thrilled about the steady stream of pics of this hairy dumpling thing. i always pretend im happy to see dogs on the street too and idk why i do it. i want dog owners to be happy and appreciate their animal but i dont really want to be shown 200 pictures of some hairy guy. how do you balance this. why do i keep talking myself into this situation

#gmtxt #people who feel the same about cats may interact but dont clown on them too hard #we are expressing ourselves without being unnecessarily mean and nasty thank u

[persephonaae]

One of these I’m gonna write out all my thoughts on Greek mythology as it exists in the modern lens — as a Greek person who grew up with these stories being very important to me as well as an autistic person who has a special interest they’ve put a lot of effort and actual research into — but also I kinda don’t wanna since I feel like despite my efforts to unify different aspects of mythos, religion, and storytelling, instead all it’s gonna do is grant me the anger of classicists, Hellenists/pagans, people who’ve fandomized myth either by the canon* stories or through some interpretation/piece of media, AND other Greek people because all of these groups would literally prefer to be at each other’s throats than to find any sort of common ground fjjdjsjskjfjf

#one day I’m gonna write the post then shut off my phone for a few hours #something something don’t have to like how another person interacts w myth but like don’t go for their throats fjjsjsjf #can’t believe the amount of other Greek people I’ve seen clowning around too like come on. #you only have so much ‘authority’ over your myths when you don’t care to really dig deep into our culture and history #‘bluh bluh I’m Greek so I know more than you’ bitch shut up and read some Greek history and probably go unlearn your racism while ur at it #anywho the asterisk after canon was bc Greek mythological canon is. I mean. it’s hard to define. I really do not like calling #something necessarily canon bc there’s a lot of things to consider but yea #and by ‘the canon is loose’ neither do I mean tho shit like ‘oh Persephone actually wandered into the underworld herself!’ #but. I digress. my long winded post is for another day