#sorry to anyone who follows me and doesn’t give a shit about this situation but I’ll probably post about it forever

[live-laugh-obsess]

going through some of the comments on the plagiarism post on hbomberguy’s reddit and it’s still so hard for me to wrap my head around how someone could steal this much content

#like not even the video that’s supposed to be about his personal feelings on jkr/Harry Potter is entirely his writing!!!!! #like what the fuck!!! you could easily just share your opinion and mention other writers who feel similarly to you and compare and contrast #your experience to the articles/papers/etc #but instead you just pretend to own their writing #I’m literally going insane #anyway #sorry to anyone who follows me and doesn’t give a shit about this situation but I’ll probably post about it forever #bc what the fuck #personal

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Unwanted: Chapter 15, Undermined - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, allusions to sexual situations, damning texts

Word Count: 2.5k

Previously On...: Bucky attempted to explain himself in an effort to regain your trust. You offered him an ultimatum: He cut off all contact with Jade Carthage and let you go through his messages with her on his phone.

A/N: Bucky decides to lay it all out on the line, showing Pocket all his texts with Jade.

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There were hundreds of texts. Possibly thousands. You honestly had no idea he had been communicating with her this way so consistently. The first thing you did was check his deleted texts, but the folder was empty– though you doubted Bucky even knew how to delete texts, you couldn’t be positive he hadn’t picked it up somewhere. You made a mental note to yourself to hack into his phone’s data from your laptop later and check his phone records, and then hated yourself for having to resort to something so controlling. God, who was he turning you into?

The texts started innocently enough– questions about training schedules, protocols, general life in the Tower. All perfectly reasonable inquiries one would make to their new superior officer. But then came the requests– fixing her lights in her room, would he eat breakfast with her because she was so lonely? They began texting each other good morning and good night… every day.

She started calling him “sexy” and “handsome” as a way of greeting him. He never encouraged it, or reciprocated, but he never shut it down or told her it was inappropriate, either. 

Then, there was the evening after the Central Park fiasco.

Vix: It was really mean of you to make me walk all the way back to the Tower by myself, you know.

>> I know. I’m sorry. I just needed to talk to Pocket alone.

Vix: I could have been assaulted or kidnapped!

>> lol You’re a super soldier. You could wipe the floor with anyone who tried.

Vix: Aww, thanks Jamie <3

Vix: Did your girlfriend get over her temper tantrum?

>> She had a right to be upset. It was shit of me to forget about her like that.

Vix: What is she? A golden retriever?

>> lol

Vix: She was alone for, like, five minutes. She’ll survive. 

Vix: If you ask me, she was just looking for an excuse to be mad at you.

Vix: She obviously doesn’t trust you, which is so hypocritical.

>> What do you mean?

Vix: Come on, Jamie. You don’t really buy her whole bullshit story about her ‘friendship’ with Stark, do you?

Vix: I don’t care how rich he is. *No one* shells out that kind of money for someone’s education without expecting something in return. She obviously fucked him. 

>> She told me it wasn’t like that.

Vix: Don’t tell me you believe her! I know you’re not stupid.

>> Yeah, well of course I wondered.

“What the fuck, Bucky?” you asked, your voice rising as you stood up to face him. “Uh, which part?” he asked sheepishly.

“There’s more than one part that would have me asking ‘what the fuck’?” you asked, disgusted. Bucky just kind of shrugged his shoulders. “You seriously think I slept with Tony?!” “Oh, that!” Bucky looked relieved, and that concerned you, because if he was relieved that that was what you were upset about, what the hell else was in those texts? “I wondered about it when you first told me he paid for your school,” he said. “Back before we were really friends. But you said that you didn’t, and I believe you. I’ve always believed you.”

“Well, your text to Carthage sure makes it sound like you don’t believe me,” you argued. “Like you’re still wondering.”

“That wasn’t my intention,” he said softly.

“Yeah, well, and I say this with all the lack of respect it deserves,” you snapped, “your intentions are shit.”

Bucky looked down at the floor, no longer meeting your gaze. “Fuck,” you said, “I don’t even know if I want to read the rest of these,” you told him. “If that was something ‘well intentioned’ but there’s still things you expect me to get upset about.”

“No,” said Bucky, looking back at you now, “please– I want you to read them. I don’t want to have any more secrets from you.”

You sighed and sat back down. “I’m not even going to touch on you laughing about her calling me a literal dog,” you said as you picked up the phone and started reading again.

There were several selfies from Jade to Bucky of her in various skimpy outfits, asking for his opinion. Completely inappropriate, in your opinion, but Bucky would just respond with the thumbs up emoji, or occasionally “nice,” or “pretty.” 

What really got to you, though, were the late night texts. You noticed some of the timestamps on Bucky’s end were from hours after you would have fallen asleep. The idea of him texting her in the middle of the night, in the dark, while lying next to your sleeping body repulsed you, and you had to suppress a shudder.

What was worse was the context of them– it wasn’t anything salacious or sexual, no– it was his vulnerability. His personal thoughts and feelings, memories of his past and descriptions of his nightmares that he refused to share with you, telling you they were too dark, or that he couldn’t remember them. Even now, you skimmed over what he had written without really reading them, knowing that he hadn’t wanted you to be privy to those parts of him. It broke your heart to see him being so open with her, so lacking in defenses, when you had literally been right there, yet he’d kept you at arm’s length, all without you knowing it.

Vix: What did you tell her about the sparring match?

>> The truth. It was just an intense practice session.

Vix: So you didn’t mention your hard-on, then? >> That was just a physical reaction. The adrenaline from the fight. It had nothing to do with you.

Vix: lol Keep telling yourself that, Jamie.

>> Vix. Vix: Relax, I’m just teasing xoxo

>> Yeah, I know.

Your hands were shaking. “I fucking knew it,” you seethed. 

“Knew what?” Bucky looked like a deer trapped in headlights. 

“That fucking sparring match,” you said through clenched teeth, your eyes beginning to water. “I fucking knew there was something sexual going on between you two, and you lied to my god damned face! And then, what? You fucked me with the erection she gave you? God, I knew you looked guilty. I could see it in your fucking eyes!”

“Okay, yes, but no!” Bucky said. “Yeah, I felt guilty because I got hard during the fight, and I was worried you saw it, but it really didn’t have anything to do with her! It’s… it’s a thing that happens to me, sometimes. Doesn’t matter who I’m fighting with. It’s, uh, happened when I’ve sparred with Steve– ” You shot him a look, skeptical. “I swear; you can ask him!” he continued. “It… look, I’m pretty sure it’s a hold out from the… things… Hydra did to me. When they were turning me into the Winter Soldier. The details are hazy, the memories aren’t all there, but… I have… flashes… how they used to, uh, stimulate me, to get me to do what they wanted me to do.”

You looked at him, waiting for more details, but he didn’t offer them. He obviously still didn’t trust you with those parts of himself, even now. “But, I swear to you– as soon as I saw that look on your face, it was gone. I felt awful, knowing what you would think if you’d noticed. That killed it, instantly. When we were together, later, that was all because of you. It was all for you.” He took in your expression. “You don’t believe me.”

“Seems to be a pretty convenient excuse, don’t you think?” you asked. You felt like a bitch, on the off chance he was telling you the truth, if his erection had been based on the conditioning of decades of sexual abuse on top of the physical and psychological trauma he had endured, but he’d eroded your trust so thoroughly, you couldn’t help but doubt.

“You think I’d lie to you about something Hydra did to me?” he asked you, hurt. “Something like that?” You could hear the unanswered question in his voice: Something horrible we’ve both been through?

You shrugged, knowing you were being cruel. “How should I know? I’m not the one you’ve been sharing your secrets with, so I don’t know what’s the truth and what’s another lie.”

Bucky grimaced, and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. You, of all people, knew how shameful discussing sexual abuse could make one feel, but you’d always been honest and open with him about what had happened to you, because you had trusted him. It was hurtful to know he’d been through something similar and hadn’t afforded you the same trust in return, even though you knew you had no right to demand it of him. But he had given it so freely to her.

You went back to the texts, hoping you had read the worst, but dreading there was still more to come.

He told her about your fights. That was difficult to read, knowing that he had made her privy to the lowest points in your private relationship, and how she must have been eating it up. >> I just don’t know what more she wants from me. 

>> What more she expects me to do.

>> One minute she’s furious with me, and the next minute, she’s saying she doesn’t care.

Vix: She’s messing with you. Fucking with your emotions to show she can control you.

Vix: Why do you keep putting up with this?

>> I don’t know. Sometimes I

Vix: ???

>> Nevermind.

Vix: What, Jamie? You can tell me anything. I’m here for you.

>> Sometimes I just wish she was maybe a little more like you. More understanding.

You stared down at the screen, unable to move.

“Pocket?” Bucky asked, noticing you hadn’t scrolled in a few minutes.

“You don’t know why you keep putting up with me?” you asked him, voice barely above a whisper. “You wish I was more like her?” 

“I was upset,” he said, crouching down in front of you. “That was the night before she went to Malaysia, after I left our room, but before I got her to go to Gino’s. When I could tell you were pulling away, and I didn’t know why. I didn’t really mean it; it was just venting because you had me so confused.”

You stared off into the middle distance as Bucky tried to make eye contact with you, unable to look at him. “I feel like there’s this whole entire side of you you’ve been hiding from me,” you said, speaking to and through him simultaneously. “I don’t know this version of you, at all. And I don’t think I want to.”

“Doll,” Bucky grasped your hands, desperation entering his voice, but you didn’t have the energy to pull away. “Those texts aren’t me. You know me. You know my heart.”

You met his eyes then, the look you gave him full of loss, betrayal, and heartache. “I don’t think I do.”

Bucky’s face cracked; you’d never seen him look so defeated. He took the phone from you and scrolled to the very bottom of the text thread, to the most recent exchange the two had had, from the night of her ‘panic attack.’ Wordlessly, he handed the phone back to you.

Vix: Please, Jamie. I could treat you so much better than she can.

>> I told you, Vix. I’m not going to leave her. I love her.

Vix: But all you do is fight. I can hear you from my room, you know. I know you’re not happy.

>> We fight because of *you*. Please don’t make this difficult. I don’t want to ask Steve to reassign you for training.

Vix: Please don’t do that! I just want to be with you. I could make you so happy.

>> *She* makes me happy. She’s all I want. I’m sorry if that hurts your feelings, but it’s how I feel. I’m never gonna love anyone the way I love Pocket. That’s just the way it is.

Vix: You can’t deny there’s something between us!

Vix: I know you feel it!

Vix: We could keep it a secret. She doesn’t need to know.

Vix: You could have both of us.

>> Stop. I don’t want you. And to be honest, I’m disgusted you’d even suggest I cheat on the love of my life.

Vix: You don’t mean that!

>> I do. You need to accept it.

His last message was followed by a barrage of texts from Jade, begging him to respond to her, but he hadn’t. You supposed, in a way, that should make you feel better, but you were so emotionally exhausted, you couldn’t feel much of anything. All you knew was that you should have never read those messages.

“This… this is a lot to process,” you finally said, looking at Bucky. “I don’t really know what to do here.”

Bucky frantically tapped at his phone screen. “Block her number,” he said. “If cuttin’ her out’s what it’s going to take for me to start rebuilding your trust, then I’ll gladly do it. Pozhaluysta, Pocket.” Please, Pocket.

Mechanically, you went through the motions of blocking Jade’s number from Bucky’s phone. “I… don’t know if this is going to be enough, Bucky,” you told him, handing it back. “Those things I read just now… They’re honestly making me question everything. Our entire history.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” he said, putting his forehead to yours. “If this is just step one, then it’s step one. I’ll take however many steps you ask me to until I make this right.”

“You’ve gotta be one hundred percent on this, Buck,” you said. “Because if you’re not, if I find out that you couldn’t keep this promise to me, there’s no coming back. You’ll be the one who’s so iced out, it’ll make Siberia feel downright tropical.”

Bucky grinned slightly. “I’m positive, sweets,” he said, putting a hand on top of yours. “You’re all I want, and I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you if I have to.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him. It was just that, well, you didn’t fucking trust him. “FRIDAY?” you called.

“Yes, Ms. (Y/L/N)?”

“Please alert me any and every time Sergeant Barnes and Ms. Carthage have an interaction in the Tower going forward. I request audio and video footage be sent to me immediately should they cross paths.”

“Yes, Ms. (Y/L/N). For clarification, do you want alerts for physical, audio, or digital interactions to be sent to you?”

“All of it, FRIDAY,” you said, watching Bucky very carefully for any sign of discomfort or uneasiness over your course of action, but you saw none. “And do not allow an override without my express verbal consent and company password.”

The AI agreed and promised to alert you if any such interaction occurred.

“That was very thorough,” Bucky said, sounding somewhat petulant. “You really had to cover all the bases, didn’t you?”

“Well, I had to have someone I trust keeping an eye out on things,” you said pointedly. Bucky flinched, the expression on his face faltering.

“I am going to make this right, doll. I swear to you.”

“I’m tired of you telling me, Buck,” you said, really needing to drive your point home. “It's your last chance to actually grow up and start showing me.” 

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Hello hello - please feel free to ignore if it's not your jam but I'm in love with future fic rockstar eddie/ non famous steve being sickeningly in love - especially outsiders getting jealous when eddie only has eyes for steve!

I got two rock star Eddie requests in a row so I had to break them up a little. I love the idea of Steve like surviving some of the worst shit to happen and then absolutely not able to deal with the crowd at a concert. He is clearly traumatized by what happened, and has to face his fears a bit, and it doesn't go so well. This could have been kind of a time skip thing, but I decided to make Steve suffer more because I'm suffering and that's just how the world turns. Thank you for this one! - Mickala ❤️

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Steve’s favorite part of going on tour with Eddie was being able to watch soundcheck.

Eddie always put on a great show, and Steve watched from the side of the stage as often as he could, but he went to soundcheck because it felt more intimate.

He could stare openly, not hide the fact that he was one hip thrust away from drooling all over the floor.

The guys in the band just rolled their eyes, used to it for the last several years since Steve started coming with them.

They were all perpetually single, hooking up in some cities, but mostly just enjoying the ride as a group.

Steve could admit though, he was hesitant to go to actual shows, and that was the main reason he never missed soundcheck.

About a year ago, Steve was front row at a show, trying his best to just blend in. It was easier that way. But sometimes blending in wasn’t good enough, not for the hardcore groupies.

They recognized him, and while they didn’t know he was Eddie’s boyfriend, they knew he was special to the band in some way. They quickly got too close, much too close for Steve’s comfort, even for general admission at a metal concert. They crowded him.

He really thought they were just being overly friendly, trying to get backstage, tried to just suck it up and deal with it for the remainder of the show.

But then Eddie did his song. The song he wrote for Steve. He always sang to Steve, in the subtlest way he possibly could, which wasn’t very subtle at all.

He looked towards Steve the entire time. He would smile at him, sometimes even find his way to the side of the stage and blow him a kiss. With a crowd around, it would be nearly impossible for anyone to know who he was blowing a kiss to.

But for this particular show, the groupies surrounding him were almost completely blocking his view. If Eddie wasn’t elevated on stage, he wouldn’t have even been able to see the top of his head.

He knew Eddie must have seen him in the group, must have noticed his predicament.

The music stopped. Dead silence in a metal concert was never a good sign.

“Everyone take a step away from the person you’re closest to. Everyone’s pushing too much.”

Some people listened, but not the groupies surrounding Steve.

“If everyone in the front doesn’t take a couple steps back, I leave. Security will clear this place out, and we never come back. Got it?”

Steve felt the groupies to his left start inching away, and hoped the rest would follow.

Eddie was now standing right in front of Steve. He looked concerned, and Steve knew he probably looked a bit panicked.

“Stevie, give me a thumbs up if you’re good.”

Steve wanted to, he wanted the show to go on, and make this just a distant memory of one of his least favorite Corroded Coffin shows.

But the group around him didn’t seem to like the attention on Steve. Not when they wanted attention on them.

Plus, his arms were pretty much glued to his sides from how close everyone was to him, so even if he was feeling okay with the situation, he had no way to put his thumb up.

“Alright, sorry everyone. Some of you can’t listen, now all of you suffer, just like school. I need security to the front, my left now.”

The crowd was pissed, but once Steve was pulled from the crowd by security and set up on the stage, Eddie pulling him backstage, the rest of the guys following, almost as concerned.

Eddie never stopped a show, never canceled one, never postponed one, never gave less than 150% on stage every night. If he was doing this, it was for a good reason.

Once everything was explained, Eddie had security find out who it was near Steve, and make sure they got banned from all of his shows.

But they were long gone, and Steve obviously didn’t know their names, barely could have picked them out of a lineup.

He decided to stop watching shows from anywhere but backstage, and then it became only watching soundcheck.

But he and Eddie kind of loved that, loved having their moments without having to hide.

The guys would roll their eyes and complain, but they didn’t mean it. They were just happy to have some decent food waiting in leftover containers for them when they got back to the buses or hotels because Steve cooked while they performed.

Eddie would run through a few of the songs, always including Steve’s song even though he didn’t have to.

The venue for tonight was smaller than most of the rest of this tour, intended to be that way so they could go back to their “roots” and have a more intimate setting with fans.

Eddie asked if Steve would want to watch this one, maybe hang out by security at the front of the stage.

Initially, he said no. But Eddie seemed disappointed, even though he insisted he understood and he didn’t want Steve to be uncomfortable, and Steve didn’t want him to be disappointed.

So the day of the show, while watching soundcheck from a chair on stage, he yelled, “Got a ticket for me, big boy?”

He could do this for Eddie. It wouldn’t even be that many people in the crowd, and the chances of the same thing happening again were slim to none.

He’d been through worse.

The way Eddie’s face lit up at his words, his excited bouncing causing his guitar to sway around him.

‘I always got a ticket for you, sweetheart.”

One hour before the show, the guys usually ignored visitors, choosing to use their time to get hydrated and snack, sometimes smoke a bit if they weren’t focused right.

Steve was rarely part of this, even he knew this was a band thing he shouldn’t force himself into.

But tonight, Eddie used the hour before the show to make sure he was taken to a good spot by the stage with security, had a water bottle and granola bar so he wouldn’t have to leave.

Since there was no one but security there, Eddie planted a quick kiss to his forehead before walking away.

“Enjoy the show, Stevie!”

“Always do, Eds!”

The crowd started trickling in only a few minutes later, excitedly getting up to the barricade, talking amongst themselves about the set list. A few people were next to him, but there was enough space that he didn’t feel worried.

He relaxed a bit, taking a few sips of water and smiling at the security guard.

As more people came in, they crowded behind him and next to him. He was somewhat pushed further to the side, but he didn’t mind. He wanted fans to get a great experience, and if that meant he only saw some of the stage, he could live with that.

The lights went down, and he felt a few people crowd in closer to him.

It was fine.

Until the guys took the stage, Eddie immediately bouncing over to his microphone stand and starting on the first song.

The crowd moved in more.

It couldn’t be possible that he was being shoved between people, but he was.

The room was closing in, literally, around him, and he had no idea what to do. The security guard was watching the front row closest to the band, not paying attention to the way Steve had been drawn into the crowd.

He took a deep breath.

Then someone yelled in his ear.

“Hey! You’re Steve right? Like, with the band?”

He managed to nod, but he didn’t want to have a conversation. This was a concert, a loud one. It wasn’t really the time to talk.

But the guy didn’t stop.

“Are you like an assistant? Or a tech guy?”

Steve shook his head.

He couldn’t breathe.

“Well, you go to all the shows right? What do you do?”

He wasn’t going to stop. Steve had to leave.

But there were now a few people in front of him, and he was completely surrounded by people having the time of their lives.

He just needed the security guard to look his way, he could signal him, and he’d be out.

“They stopped that show for you before. People kind of hated you for a while.”

Okay, Steve was done. He knew people kind of hated him for a while, he hated himself for a while. Hated that his reaction caused a whole 2500 people to miss out on half of a show they paid for.

But he reminded himself, the same way Eddie had for weeks, that it was Eddie’s call to end the show.

Any fans that wanted to blame Steve, could take their blind idolization somewhere else.

“I was there. Actually, right next to you. I doubt you remember me.”

He got that right, he didn’t remember him.

“I told everyone you and Eddie must have something going on if he’s willing to stop a show for you. No one believed me.”

Steve remained silent, his breath coming in short pants. He could see Eddie singing to a group on the opposite end of the stage.

“But that’s what it is, right? You two are together and he’s so whipped he ended a show because you can’t handle a crowd?”

Steve had to go.

The guy was touching him in most places, half of it out of necessity, but some of it not. His hand was wrapped around Steve’s wrist, much too tight for it to be accidental or just to get him to move.

“Let go,” Steve managed to say, loud enough to be heard, but his voice was shaking.

The guy did let go, but he didn’t give him any space.

“My friend fucked him once you know.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

Eddie had slept with two people before he met Steve, and he didn’t even remember their names. One was a guy at the bar in Indy he frequented, celebrating his 18th birthday in a way he regretted the next morning. The other was a girl, admittedly a test of his sexuality and she probably knew it from the way he fumbled around the entire time.

So whichever one of those people was this guy’s friend, clearly they were telling whatever story got them attention from other fans.

“Good for them,” he said, trying to focus on Eddie.

If he focused on Eddie, he’d be okay.

“Eddie promised to call him and never did. Kind of sucks to be left like that.”

Steve knew that too. That in Eddie’s somewhat drunken stupor, he’d gotten his number and said he would call him, but lost the paper at some point and never went back to the bar.

“Happens to the best of us.”

“Yeah, but not to you apparently.”

Steve started pushing forward, desperate to leave.

Eddie was talking to the crowd now, introducing the guys like he always did after the first two songs.

“You’re not even into this music. Why does he like you?”

Well, that’s certainly a question Steve asked himself often. Couldn’t help it, really.

Eddie, especially now, could have anyone he wanted. Any famous person would probably drop whoever they were currently with to have even a moment of Eddie’s attention.

Steve loved Corroded Coffin’s music, he loved the passion they all put into creating it and performing it, loved listening to Eddie at two in the morning furiously scratching down lyric ideas. He loved hearing some of their influences over the years, even going to some shows for Metallica because he knew it meant a lot to Eddie.

But it’s true he wasn’t a huge fan of this kind of music. He liked pop, he liked stuff you heard on any standard radio station driving down the road. He liked being able to dance along to it when he was cooking.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t belong here just the same as anyone else. He did. Anyone could enjoy this band, just as anyone could enjoy any band, even if it didn’t mesh well with their other interests. That’s regardless of the relationship status between them and the lead singer.

So Steve kept pushing forward, doing his best to get out of the crowd, away from this guy who was much larger than he was.

“Where you going? Can’t handle people knowing you aren’t worth his time?”

Steve’s heart was beating fast, so many sweaty bodies pushing against his on his way to the security guard who looked like he was finally noticing what was going on.

“Can’t believe he wrote a song for someone who doesn’t even watch his shows!”

That one hit Steve in the chest, hard.

This guy was why he couldn’t watch Eddie. He wanted to. He would be at every single show if he could.

But clearly that wasn’t in the cards for him.

He could feel bad about that later.

His focus was entirely on getting backstage for now, ignoring the shouts of everyone he was pushing through.

“Dude, you can’t just push to the front!”

“Who do you think you are?”

“Should’ve been here earlier if you wanted front row!”

Steve’s heart was racing, but he was trying to get to the security guard who was coming towards the barricade.

He reached him, but got shoved hard into the barricade.

The guy from earlier had managed to follow him through the crowd and just pushed him. If there were less people around, he would’ve fallen on his face.

He felt the edge of the barricade dig into his ribs, but it was a minor pain compared to things he’s felt before. He just wanted to go.

He stood up straight, took the biggest breath he could, and let the security guard lift him over the barricade.

Somehow Eddie must have seen it, and he immediately stopped playing.

“What’s going on? Stevie?”

Steve held his thumb up, hoping Eddie would continue and he could sneak out back without causing any more of a scene.

But Eddie must have seen the way Steve was hunched over, holding his rib where he’d been pushed into the barricade.

He was immediately on the edge of the stage, asking the security guard to help lift Steve while he pulled him up.

He was honestly too far into a sudden panic attack to even resist.

Eddie’s hands were on his cheeks as soon as he was sitting on the stage, his wide eyes looking over everywhere. The rest of the guys had all come over to see what was going on.

“Stevie, what happened, sweetheart? Are you hurt? Who did this?” He turned to the guys before Steve could even try to answer. “We’re done. Send everyone home.”

Steve was shaking his head. He didn’t want this to happen again, not because of him.

“People will hate me,” he managed to say.

“What? Sweetheart, no they won’t. You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine. Just let me go backstage.”

Eddie was watching him, trying to figure out if he was faking being okay.

He was, and he knew Eddie would see it, and he would cancel the show, and even more people would hate him.

“We’re done. If people hate you for it, they can hate me too.”

The guys all agreed, because they’re the best, and they know they can’t put on a real show without Eddie anyway.

Steve focused on the way Eddie’s hands felt on his face, his neck, his shoulders. He took a few deep breaths, managing to calm down enough to see the lights come on and the tech guys come out to start breaking down.

“Think you can walk or do you need me to carry you? Where does it hurt, love?”

“I’m okay.”

“That doesn’t answer my questions, sweetheart.”

Oh. Guess not.

“I can walk. It’s just my ribs. Not broken.”

“Who did this?”

Steve knew he could probably still find him in the crowd, had managed to glimpse enough of his clothing and face to point him out if he was still inside.

But it wasn’t worth it.

This would continue to happen. As long as people loved Eddie the way they did, as long as they didn’t like Steve, this would happen.

And Steve was okay with it, he had to be. He knew Eddie would take this harder than he did, maybe even the rest of the guys would too.

“Just a guy. He didn’t like that you never called his friend.”

Eddie’s brows furrowed.

“You remember your 18th birthday?”

“Are you kidding me?”

Steve nodded.

“Fuck them. Seriously, fuck him for seriously thinking a one night stand was gonna go anywhere. Jesus Christ.”

Eddie kissed Steve’s forehead, forgetting that there was still a crowd of disappointed fans, though pretty much everything that had just happened made it pretty clear Steve was his boyfriend.

“Let’s go back to the bus, get on our way home. Wayne’s baking you a cake for the birthday you had to celebrate with us. Said there’s no way the cake we got you was as good as his homemade butter cake.”

“He’s right,” Steve smiled.

This is what it came down to, in the end.

Eddie loved him, loved him enough to come out on stage just to make sure he was okay. Eddie loved him enough to bring him home to his family whenever they could, knew Steve needed to see the kids, see Wayne and Robin whenever possible. Eddie loved him enough to make sure he had a special spot for every soundcheck, sang his song to him every time so he could get his own personal show.

Steve loved him enough to deal with the fans hating him, for some fans to hate them all for supporting Eddie despite the fact that he was queer. Steve loved him enough to let Eddie baby him even though he hated it, especially in front of others. Steve loved him enough to watch every soundcheck like it was a sold out arena show.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #corroded coffin #rock star eddie munson #steve is the groupie but also the band mom #this should have been fluffier really #but the end makes up for it #i promise you i didn't even know what i was doing until it happened #and then i kinda liked it so here we are #ficlet #anon request #request

[liyawritesss]

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Pairing: MCU!Riri Williams x Black!Masc!Reader

Genre: Fic

Synopsis: Riri brings you home to meet her mom for Thanksgiving, and you have a heart-to-heart about your intentions with her daughter.

Warnings: BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER SPOILER READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!, homophobia if you squint, the 'relationships' talk is briefly mentioned in regards to Riri

A/N: I have so many feelings for Riri. Comic book and MCU versions. This fic has a mix of both, I tried my best to mesh them both together smoothly. Riri is a character I already feel is gonna be close to home for me, and I can't wait to see more of Dominique Thorne's portrayal of her.

Tags: @verachii @inmyheadimobsessed @badass-dora-milaje @babyboiboyega

There’s no reason why Riri should be the one nervous, you think, as you pull up into the driveway of her home. If anything, you should be the one sweating bullets in the passenger seat. And yet, the irony in such a situation is almost uncanny.

The two of you pull up to three-bedroom bungalow, common in the South Shore neighborhood of Chicago, decorated festively for the holidays. Riri caught you off guard when she asked if you wanted to spend the holidays with her mom and her. Mainly because, well, you had never met her mom before. Normally you’d meet the parents before such a milestone, but Riri had been putting it off due to her own anxiety. Having been together since January, though, she came to the conclusion that it’s finally time to come clean about this part of her life.

“Baby,” you call out to her, providing a comforting hand on her knee clothed with her favorite pair of blue jeans, “it’s gonna be okay. Shit, you’re more nervous than I am.”

“I’m sorry-” she begins, leaning back into the tan-colored leather fabric of the car seat. “It’s just- this is my moms, and I haven’t brung anyone around since Nat, and-”

Natalie, the one friend Riri did have in her youth, who met an untimely death from a drive by shooting. You’ve heard this testimony a few times - Riri doesn’t like to talk about it much, but when she does, it’s always in a very serious moment.

“Riri, I get it. It’s okay,” you respond softly, giving her knee a squeeze. She looks at you with her bright, lively eyes. The same eyes that caught your attention back at that New Years Eve party where you first met. Riri had always been an introvert, but if it was something she couldn’t verbalize, her eyes could tell it all. And right now, they’re pleading for this evening to go well.

“You know you still have time to chicken out-”

“Don’t even try it, Ri,”

This exchange brings a short laugh from the young and gifted engineer, as she watches you gather your phone and keys and exit the car. In a short moment, you’re at her side, opening the car door for Riri to step out. Her pink cashmere sweater does little to nothing to protect her from the November chill that has set itself into the air. Once the car is locked up, Riri’s feet, the only thing kept warm on her body thanks to the black ankle cut Ugg boots she had on, makes a beeline for the side door that leads into the humble abode. You follow shortly after, the wind starting to break through your clothes as well.

“Ma, I’m home!” Riri calls out from the doorway, and immediately the smell of soul food consumes both of you. The smells are distinctive - freshly baked mac-n-cheese that just got pulled from the oven, the greens simmering on low heat on the stove ready for plating, amongst other staple foods of a black household. The lighting is warm and inviting, and there’s some old school blues being played on a speaker coming from the kitchen. If this isn’t what home feels like, you don’t know what does.

Riri gestures to you to follow her as her mother responds from the kitchen. Riri’s mother turns from the stove to embrace her daughter, and is slightly caught off guard by the other presence in the home.

“You didn’t tell me you were bringing someone else over, baby,” the older woman says as she releases Riri from a signature mama-bear hug. She smiles warmly at you, to which you shoot one back. There’s an uneasy pit in your stomach caused by the anxiety of such a moment, but in an effort to make a good first impression, you ignore it and make the first move.

“It’s nice to meet you, ma’am,” You begin, extending your hand out to greet the older woman. She takes your hand into her own, and the softness of her skin spreads a calming warmth throughout your arm. "Oh, hun, I ain't no ma'am yet. Call me Ronnie."

“Momma, this is (Y/N),” Riri chimes in, swallowing the lump that’s formed in her throat from the interaction thus far, “my girlfriend.”

What you expect is for the world to freeze, for Riri’s mom to go stiff and ridged with discomfort. You expect her warm demeanor to change in an instant, for her to retract her hand, to give you a curt greeting and not another word. It’s the only experience you’ve ever had when it came to moments like this with previous partners.

And yet, they never come. Instead, Riri’s mother pulls you into a mama-bear hug, officially welcoming you into her home.

“‘Bout time she brought you home, had me wondering if y’all were hitting a bumpy patch,” says the older woman, which has your eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. Riri said she hadn’t mentioned she was dating anyone, let alone a girl, to her mother, so why did it sound like she knew all along?

“Oh, don’t look like that, baby,” says Riri’s mother as she lets you go, catching the look on your face, and the nervous one that Riri sports as she stands off to the side, chewing on her thumb nail like it’s one of the chicken drumsticks that sit pretty in a serving basket on the kitchen island.

“Forgive me,” you begin, sheepishly fumbling with your hands, “I just thought- Riri never said-”

“C’mon now,” the older woman interrupts, “a mother always knows.” And that’s enough for you to drop the subject, but Riri, on the other hand, is staring wide eyed at her mother in disbelief. “Momma?!”

“Oh hush, child,” the older woman replies, “you come back from MIT and suddenly you outside every other weekend. Of course you got yourself a lil’ boo, otherwise you’d be in here every Saturday morning hogging my damn TV!”

“Momma-!”

“Ion wanna hear it,” says Riri’s mother, raising her hand in the air signaling the halt of the conversation, “now take (Y/N) and get the good dishes from the glass case and set the table. Food is just about ready.”

Frankly, you were glad Riri’s mom dismissed you two to table setting duty - you weren’t sure how long you could keep a straight face in front of her. The exchange between the three of you was something you never saw coming, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t fun, in an odd secondary coming out kind of way.

“I thought you said you never told your mom?” You mumbled to Riri as she’s setting down the china on the placemats you were putting down.

“I didn’t,” she replied, “but that mothers intuition is a bitch.”

You laugh as she continues to mumble on about how she ‘don’t go outside every other weekend’, which both of you know is a lie. The one time Riri did go to a party, it was the New Years Eve party you two met at. You weren’t a student at MIT, but a friend of one, and you were also a Chicago born, and so the two of you just clicked. If it weren’t for your adventurous nature and classic dating etiquette, the young engineer would definitely - like her mother said - be in the house during the weekend hogging the TV. She was an introvert like that, was never one to initiate a conversation nor spark a friendship. Though it never bothered you as much, and you understood how Riri came to be the person she is, and that her standoffish nature came with the territory. Riri said it herself, you were the first person she opened up to fully since the death of her step-father and best friend. You promised yourself that you would do everything in your power to not jeopardize her healing journey, and if clinging to you would aid in Riri going back to her old, energetic self, then you’d gladly do all the reassuring, pay for all your little midnight rendezvous, and everything in between.

You loved Riri, from the girl you caught sight of that fateful night, to the headstrong, confident woman she was becoming.

The dinner portion went swimmingly. Many stories were shared, including Riri coming clean about what happened in Wakanda and why she was gone for so long (there felt like a piece missing, as you could she was visibly struggling when explaining a few parts, but as this was a story previously mentioned to you and that prior she stated that a part of said story she was not able to disclose to anyone, you wouldn’t push further). Her mother was slightly rattled at the story, it being her first time hearing about her daughter getting ‘recruited’ by a foreign nation thanks to her outstanding engineering intelligence, but nonetheless, supportive. It wasn’t every day your daughter gets to be in close proximity of African royalty, after all.

Then came the story of how you two met, which was a simple as the beginning of any regular college romance - the two of you spotted each other across the room at a party, you gathered the courage (with a little help from your homegirls) to approach Riri, and you two clicked from there. You did the pleasure of excluding the bit about a drunken kiss shared under a mistletoe while dancing to the party music, unsure of how Riri’s mother would react to that part. Riri seemed thankful for the exclusion of this fact as well.

With dinner done, you offered to help with the cleanup, and with three bodies moving in synchronicity, what would have taken at least an hour minimum for cleanup was done in twenty minutes. Now, the three of you sit on the couch with the television on some random network with a random show playing. Riri’s mom sports a wine glass with her choice of champagne, while the two of you sported canned sodas. From the way the evening had went, you were all but expecting the one fated question to be asked:

‘What are your intentions with my daughter?’

“Now, (Y/N), you knew this was comin’, so I want you to answer me honestly,” the older woman begins; she’d been nursing her wine for a while now, trying not cause you any unnecessary anxiety (of which, her efforts backfired completely).

“I’m sure Riri has told you the story of her step-dad and her best friend, Natalie - bless their souls,” she takes a sip to this, as if it’s for the aforementioned people, while you adjust your sitting position to face the woman directly. Riri is behind you, her full body weight leaning onto your back, her chin resting on your shoulder, watching her mother interrogate you, fully ready to end the conversation if it becomes too out of hand. It’s almost as if she saw this coming, too, and has prepared her defenses.

“My baby don’t just bring anybody home. And I’ve been hard on her about that, because I know how men are out here. And when she came to me and told me she liked girls, I became even harder, because as a woman, I know we break hearts too, sometimes even worse.”

She takes another sip from her wine glass, and with the way your heart is pumping furiously in your chest, you’re glad that the sound of it isn't audible, otherwise you think it’d shatter the glass in her hand.

“So, I have to ask. What are your intentions with my daughter?”

You took a moment to look at Riri. Your eyes locked. You drew in a breath, and recited your answer.

“Well, I will have you know, Ms. Ronnie,” you begin, addressing the older woman by her name, “Riri came into my life at a time when everyone was leaving me. And her presence has been liberating for me. I’ve asked the universe to take those away from me who aren’t going to help me be a better person- ‘cuz when we met, I was in a dark place. The universe took those bad people away- people who weren’t going to help me excel to my highest being, and…and sent me an angel who taught me more about myself and about love than I could ever imagine learning on my own,”

The weight on your shoulder shifted ever so slightly, but you continued; “I intend on making Riri the happiest girl in the world by any means necessary. I may not have it big right now- I’m working towards making my dream work for me- but when I get my money right, I’m going to repay your daughter for saving me in my darkest moments. If she wants the world, I’ll give her the universe, because she deserves it more than anyone in the world.”

You took a pause for a moment, reaching back for Riri’s hand. Once you’ve taken into your own, interlocking your fingers, you locked eyes with the young engineer, continuing once more; “And once I’ve made her the happiest woman in the world, I plan on making her the happiest wife.”

At this point, you forgot about Riri’s mother sitting to your right on the other end of the couch. In staring into Riri’s dark onyx eyes, you were completely enveloped in her. The Versace perfume you bought for her earlier that week, the warmth of her pink sweater that contrasted against your own clothes. The way she was holding her breathe, the way that her eyes were searching for an ounce of doubt or an inch of a lie in your own.

“Are you serious, (Y/N)?”

“You know I don’t play about you, Ri,”

If it wasn’t for remembering that her mother was in the same room, you would have kissed her. But it was the thought of her mother that caused you to break eye contact with Riri. Even more, the realization that you just spilled your entire life plan to the mother of your lover set in, and suddenly, your body was aflame in what you couldn't tell was either embarrassment or pride. Embarrassment because it’s her mother. Pride because of the amount of love for Riri that you had to be able to say all those things in front of her mother.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” said the older woman, taking a swig from her glass, “You’ve found a keeper, baby.”

At this, Riri wraps her arms around your neck, burying her face into the crook of it, in an attempt to hide the humongous smile that’s plastered on her face. You chuckle a bit at her, a smile of your own making its way to your lips.

“Your daddy would be proud, Ri,” her mother added on, “and he would have loved the shit out of you. I’m sure he’s up there smiling down on us right now.”

Riri peeks from her place in your neck, making eye contact with you once more. The smile on her face makes you melt. You’d do anything to keep that smile there for eternity.

“He would, wouldn’t he,” she whispers, more to herself than to anyone else. You place a kiss on her forehead, and she retreats back into the warmth of your neck.

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[merowkittie]

More Jole x blackfem!reader please!!

OH BABY I GOT YOU! <3

This is based on the end of TLOU 1 and start of 2 ! (Will not be 100% accurate) sorry it’s so late 😭

Talk It Out — Joel Miller

Ever since what happened with the fireflies and Joel deciding to save Ellie instead of getting a cure, the two were never the same again.

Hell, Ellie was mad at you too, but you patched it up as best as you could. Ellie understood you were just following Joel, but she still knew you were a big part in it too.

Now, you were sitting in your shared bed with Joel between your legs and his head on your stomach. He’s been asking you for advice on how to get her to talk to him lately and he feels like shit.

“She.. she’s being fuckin’ difficult. ‘M Trying my best to talk to her or do anything and she either ignores, gives me a look or walks away.”

You hummed in acknowledgement. You’ve noticed it as well but Joel.. doesn’t have the best approach for this type of stuff. He says he “doesn’t know how to handle like this”.

“Well.. Joel, are you sure you’re being nice? What exactly are you saying to her? You know you’re kinda..” you trailed off, looking down at the man laying on your stomach.

He raised his eyebrows at you, giving you a silent go ahead.

“Scary, gruff..you know. Look baby, it’s been years but we all know Ellie can hold a grudge..” you furrowed your brows as you continued to think.

“But How do you want me to work with that? How does she expect me to talk to her again and be there for her? You saw what happened in the bar.”

Oh you definitely saw what happened in the bar. Who didn’t? You talked to Ellie about that after those events. She told you to fuck off so you left her alone. Albeit you were a little hurt but there’s nothing you can do about it. Ellie is a tough woman. She doesn’t need anyone there for her if she doesn’t want it, but being alone all the time isn’t good.

You sighed and let your head fall back against the headboard. You were drained. This whole situation was complicated. Everyone was at fault here. Maybe not Ellie completely but she could’ve just talked to the man to better understand him.

Then an idea rang through your head like the church bells you used to hear when you were younger.

“Joel, why not let her come to you? Or, better yet start to ignore her. She hates it.” You laughed at that, Joel just gave you a non amused face.

“You really think that’ll work? How’d you get her to start talking to you again?” His eyes connected with yours and you thought for a moment.

It was very very very fucking hard to speak to that girl.

“Well, I made her sit down with me and talk. I explained why we did what we did and that yes, maybe she should’ve decided that she either lived or made the cure herself but in my eyes.. she’s like a daughter to me— to us.” The way your eyes softened was a tell tale sign of how you felt for her, “She understood but she was still mad. I’m sure she still has a bit of a grudge against me but.. no way were we gonna let that precious girl die for a cure that they couldn’t even fucking promise would work.. what if we let her.. what if we let her go through with it and it didn’t work Joel? What if she did die for nothing?”

The words started to come choked out and you couldn’t help but feel distraught at the mere thought of that.

Joel’s hands caressed your sides and he leaned up to press a kiss on your jaw.

“That’s why we were not letting them Fireflies touch her. I’ll.. try to go along with what you said. Maybe she will approach me.” Joel nodded to his words and you gave him an encouraging smile.

The two of you sat in bed for a while longer as you talked Joel’s ear off about your day and how you almost cursed out his brother for trying to make you do his work for the day.

Listening to your voice was something he loved. It helped him concentrate, ground him. You always had good advice for him too.

So like you said earlier, he thought about how he was gonna go about Ellie, and decided once she came to him, they’d simply talk it out.

#Joel Miller #joel miller x reader #x black reader #Ellie Williams #joel tlou #tlou #joel x reader

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Oooo how about some more alois headcannons with an older sister figure reader? Boy needs some familial love lol!

he sure does!! I love himmmmm <3

At first (and sometimes in certain moments) he acts incredibly embarrassed by you. He isn’t some little kid who needs to be constantly looked after, you know! He’s an adult! (Or, depending on verse, close to one!) It flusters him in particular to have you treat him, well, like a big sister while other people who aren’t the servants are around. And, occasionally, even the servants. If he didn’t make the triplets stay quiet, they would have quite a bit to say about your coddling him, and he knows it, and he doesn’t like even knowing they’re thinking it!!

Frequently you tag-team with Hannah to figure out how best to handle particular situations. Neither of you have been in his life for very long, but Hannah does have at least a year or so on you. (Again, depending on verse, possibly longer.) As much as you care for Alois, you don’t know all his quirks and preferences yet. Even Hannah doesn’t know them all. Working together is the best way to effectively handle Alois’ behavior so he doesn’t either spiral out of control or turn things round on you. No room for jealousy or competition here, the earl can have two big sisters! Even if he figures out what you’re doing, he’ll probably just begrudgingly accept that you and Hannah together likely know what’s best. Doesn’t mean he won’t fight the both of you, of course.

In private, Alois is far less uptight about being treated like a child or having you take care of him. Without prying eyes around, suddenly he desperately, visibly wants the childhood he never had. He wants the love and affection and security that comes with having a big sister. He’ll let you carry him round the house, he’ll hug you tightly and fuss if you have to let go before he wants you to, he’ll even ask for things like a goodnight kiss on the forehead if he gets comfortable enough. He doesn’t fight you as much if you have to to unpleasant things to make him feel better when he’s sick or hurt. He stops caring what people think, because there’s no one around to give a shit if he’s letting you treat him like a baby.

He likes to watch you cook, particularly if you’re cooking breakfast. It’s his favorite meal of the day, and he asserts that Timber just never gets it right the way you do. He’ll happily sit in the kitchen, still half asleep and resting his tired head on one of the counters, and let his eyes follow your movements. Sometimes he even gives you orders, asking you if you’ll add more milk than that to the tea or whining that you need to go grab the toast because it’s about to burn. Although he might be a bit irritating sometimes, that early morning haze takes away his filter of being cruel to protect himself. He’s just soft and annoying and loving in the way a younger brother is, without any of the unpleasant defense mechanisms. If you start to break his shell enough, he’ll begin to shed those defense mechanisms and just be himself anyway. Keep letting him watch you cook breakfast.

Once he relaxes or if he’s having a bad day, he’ll cry in your arms for a long time. The weight of his whole life has been something he’s carried alone, and it’s heavy, and he just wants to fucking put it down sometimes. Even if he doesn’t tell you everything, he cuddles into you and sobs. He begs you not to leave him, and he says he’s sorry for being difficult so often, and he thanks you for not giving up on him. Quite possibly the saddest thing you’ll ever hear anyone say passes his lips during moments like this: “You… you promise that… you won’t ever stop loving me… will you? Promise me… promise me you won’t…!”

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Alois #Alois Trancy #headcanons #platonic #familial #domestic #fluff #hurt/comfort #he's my sweet boy don't let anything happen to him!!! #one hell of a queue

[soridwritierlovesculture]

CONTENTS- one shot, younger sister x older brothers best friend (both over 18yrs of age), smut, swearing\vulgar language, mentions of SA, mentions of alcohol

Anora stumbled as Alex pulled her into the bathroom and closed the door. He gripped her by the hair and pulled her over to the toilet, and when he shoved his fingers into her mouth Anora bit down, hard, glaring at him as he hissed and tightened his grip.

“You need to puke, now.”

“Wuck ooh a-ol!”

“You’re usually smarter than this, since when do you just let someone get your drinks? That dipshit you were talking to and the guy he was with? Last time he was around here, some girls were found beat up in a motel the next day, and one of them was seen leaving a planned parenthood a month later. No reports that anyone knows of, but you can put two and two together.”

Anora froze, then snarled as he pushed his fingers deeper before choking and bending over the toilet as what little she’d eaten came up. Alex still had his grip on her hair, and when she was done he pulled her up and turned her to the sink, finally letting go when she turned on the water. Rinsing her mouth out, Anora glared at him through the mirror before turning to slap him, hard, her wet hand leaving a red print around his beard almost immediately, and he met her eyes with a glare of his own.

“You’re a pain the ass you know that?”

“Then leave me the fuck already!”

“I would if you’d use the brain we both you have and quit making my life difficult.”

“I’m not the one who’s so emotionally stunted he turns into a caveman when his best and only friend goes away.”

“No, you’re just the liar who’d rather pretend that everything is going exactly as planned than face the reality of the consequences your actions have.”

“Yes I’m a liar fine, but you haven’t exactly been a saint yourself Alex. Does Ashley know you’ve been watching your besties little sister less than subtly rather than doing your part for the wedding, because as your fiance that’s certainly something she should know.”

“Ashley and I called off the engagement months ago,” Alex said, stepping into her as she backed into the sink, “and that doesn’t absolve you of all the silly shit you’ve been doing. You lied to Dick about work, you lied to your mom and friends about your piece of shit ex, you lied to ex about me, and you’ve lied to me about everything. I had to find out from Rachel fucking Furman about tonight, and that’s only because she still wants to fuck me to fuck with you.”

“Go and fuck her then. You couldn’t keep up with me anyway, so go fuck her or Ashley or whoever else you want, and let me live.”

“Can’t fuck who I want. She’s my best friends baby sister and I can’t stand liars.”

Anora blinked at him, then scoffed and pushed him back, leaving the bathroom to go to her room. Alex followed her, closing the door behind him, and Anora took of her heels as she smirked at him.

“So let me get this straight. Since Dick left, when you insulated me, insulted my friends, badgered me about Ethan and that whole situation, came to my job and nearly got me fired, followed me to and from my classes and work, fucked your fiance… sorry ex fiance apparently, in front of me and then berated me for it, and then just now dragged me away from a stress relieving activity to then force your fingers down my throat, all of that was because you wanted to fuck me? Are you stupid? You realize the whole ‘ he bullies you because he likes you’ thing is both juvenile and toxic yes?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Isn’t it? When did this even happen, we’ve known each other for years and all of a sudden you’re interested? What, do you have some forbidden fruit kink or something?”

“You really think this is happening just because you’re Dicks sister? Besides, we both know you’ve been watching me as much as I’ve been watching you, maybe just as long.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about you,” Anora said, but her heart was racing. He knew? All this time, he knew about her stupid crush and did nothing? That made this even more ridiculous. Alex strode over to her and held her waist, pulling her into him, and Anora glared up at him as he smirked down at her.

“You’re still lying.”

“And you’re still an asshole. Let go of me.”

“Not a chance. I want you to admit what you did tonight was stupid and reckless.”

“Fuck you. I’m not sleeping with you just because you’re bored and horny and I’m the only person around. That’s the only reason you really want to fuck me right?”

“Not even close.”

“Now who’s lying?”

“Only you.”

“Tell you what. Let’s both tell one truth, and then you get the hell out of my room.”

“You couldn’t keep up with me.”

“Try me.”

Alex pushed her back then, and Anora gritted her teeth as he went over her and pressed his leg between hers, her skirt coming up as he ground his knee against her pussy. Pulling her hands above her head , Alex then held both in one hand while he pressed down on her stomach with the other, and when she bit her lip to keep the sound building in her throat down, he smirked down at her before leaning to whisper into her ear.

“I have this fantasy where after I fuck you six ways to Sunday and back, I wake up with my cock still buried inside you. I’ll watch you wonder why you feel so warm, and when you move your hips to milk me dry, I pin you down and kiss that pretty neck of yours when you realize you’ve been caught and lie again, saying ‘I’m not into this’ or ‘it means nothing’. I’ll say, ‘look at my pretty girl, stuffed with cum and still so hungry,’ and your filthy fucking mouth will open up for me when I put my fingers down your throat again, just for fun. I’ll get to push deeper into you and listen to every sound that limp dick Ethan could never fuck out of you, and when you come I’ll say, ‘there’s my naughty little liar’, and you’ll lie again. You’ll say you’re not mine or that he did it better, but I’ll know. I know every time you lie because you bite that lip and tap your fingers when you do, and I’ll be so deep inside you I’ll feel your heartbeat through your pussy and fuck you again, and again, and again. I’ll fuck the lies right out of that mouth, and you’ll never tell me another one because you’ll be too busy gulping around my dick when I empty it in this pretty throat of yours. And the reason all that’s gonna stay a fantasy, the real honest to God truth why I don’t rip off this skirt and finally taste you, is because even though I want you so much I lose my mind a little more every day, your brothers my best friend, my family, and I’d rather have only one of you in my life than lose both of you.”

Alex let go of her then, his body tense and breath heavy, and Anora swallowed as she shook from the sudden loss of heat. She could see the hard on through his jeans, and she watched as he flexed his hands before balling them into fists at his sides, his eyes on her tits as she fought to steady her breath. The whole time he’d spoke, she could swore she could feel every moment. She could feel his warm, his touch, how heavy he’d be on her body, how hard he would move inside her, how his hands would move across her burning skin, how his breath would feel on her body.

“Well,” Alex said, his voice tight as he glared down at her, “your turn Terror. Tell me one truth, the whole truth, and I’ll walk out of here right now.”

“…I want you to. I’ve wanted you to do that and more for years, and I hate it. I hate that I want you. I hate where you stand in my life. I hate you for always being there and knowing it means nothing. I decided to move on, but you always being around makes it hard. So I bury it. I bury it with work and sex and lies, and I’ve made myself get used to not having you, because I know you never could be mine. I know I’m a liar, and I’ll lie every day to keep the truth buried so deep I forget it’s even there. I want you, but I also hate you. And I think that little fantasy of yours would be the best and worst thing to happen to us.”

They looked at each other in silence for what felt like forever, and then Alex took a deep breath, and walked away, leaving Anora alone in the darkness of her room.

#brothers best friend #smut #oneshot #younger sister

[musashi]

Hey! I’m really sorry to hear about the way you’ve been feeling recently, I can relate so hard to the “FP going to sleep” thing and it sucks ASS!! I just wanted to say I hear your pain and I really look up to you and think you’re an incredible and hardworking person that does SO MUCH COOL SHIT!! One reason I haven’t reached out yet is because I was reading your carrd and I’m not sure how to console someone in a way that doesn’t come across as pity or generalized positivity or advice, I don’t mean to do that at all or trigger you! I was wondering if you could let us know some ways in which people could help console you even if we’re just tumblr followers and not close friends?

anyone can console me in any way. You seem very nice but messages like this hurt so much. I am constantly being told that people don't reach out when I am clearly in crisis because they're afraid of "doing it wrong."

the result of that is I am just always alone. Why are you scared of doing it wrong? What worst case scenario are you imagining? I don't like it? It is not perfect? By some standard?

I wish people would just worry about me instead of how I might react to their love. If I am deprived of love and care I will ALWAYS act upset and irrational and upset and crazy because human beings are not meant to be alone. But if you just choose to console me without worrying about doing it perfectly, you might help me. One of those situations is clearly the correct one.

I am not trying to be mean to you but do you know how often I hear this? From people I used to think were my friends, I hear this so much. I'm so sick of it and I'm so heartbroken. The situation is, love a person who is begging for any scrap of support or do not love them. That is it.

Why do I have to give people a tutorial on how to love me? When I feel so weak and sick and alone? The tutorial is love me at all, please. Please love me. Anyone

Love me while I am here. Love me before it is too late. Stop obsessing over how to love me and just love me. I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't love people this way. I don't just sit there agonizing over the correct way to do it. I just do it. I can't help you. My brain doesn't work like this

[crushedbyhyperbole]

Rockets of Love - Chapter Five

Pairing:  Bucky x Plus Size Reader

Chapter Summary:   With the last of your speed dates done, all you want to do is get home and game with Bucky. But first, a little betrayal by your best friend.

Words:  1.8k

Note:  This is a relatively short chapter compared to some of the previous ones.  Thanks for reading, I hope you've been enjoying it so far ❤  if you have please consider giving it a like and a reblog, if you leave a comment with your reblog I will always reply so long as Tumblr doesn’t make it vanish.

I've included a made-up phone number and skype name in this chapter, I have no idea if they belong to anyone, if they do it's definitely not to our bae Bucky - apologies.

Warnings:   alcohol consumption/drunkenness, language, derogatory language, slight stressful situations, self-esteem issues

*** 18+ content - this whole fic is written for adults - minors do not interact ***

Rockets of Love Masterlist

You frantically tried to keep your cool.  Having done so well to keep your real-life identity separate from your online persona, it was ironic that a slip up like this would happen.  You needed to know who this guy was, who he knew and whether he was going to cause problems for you online.

Stressing out, big time, you sent Bucky a message.

Hey, I need to talk to you.  I’m freaking the fuck out here.

MD X

His reply was instantaneous.

Are you ok?  Are you safe?  If you need me, my skype is: James_Buchannan_Barnes.  And my cell is:  347-242-1917.

Please be ok!

Bucky X

The panic in his reply was evident.

Shit!

You had been pretty cryptic but for him to just throw out his contact info like that, he must really be worried, and really care.

I’m ok.  I’m safe.  Still here, in speed dating hell.

It’s nothing life threatening or anything but something came up that I need to talk to you or Steve, or Nat about later.  Sorry for worrying you.

I’ll tell you when I get online later, Mr Hottie 😉

MD X

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”  You mumbled to your next date but didn’t bother making an excuse.  You weren’t really desperate to meet anyone anyway and as the night had drawn on you’d become less and less interested in what these people thought of you.  A buff-blonde fitness freak called Carl sat down in front of you

“No problem.  My friend Tony is a tough act to follow anyway.”  Carl said, nodding towards the sexist dickhead now at Den’s table.

You looked at him in confusion.

“That guy.”  Carl tipped his head to the guy who identified himself as [HDR]Taskmaster.  “He’s been my friend since high school.”

“Good to know.”  You said, trying to calm yourself.  Tony wasn’t paying any attention to you or his friend Carl, thankfully.

“So…”  He said, reading your name from your sticky tag.  “I couldn’t help but overhear that you play Orion Protocol?”

“I do, yes.”  Not this again, please.

“I don’t play but Tony does.  He’s played for years.  Even when I go round to hang out, he’s always playing.”

“To play so long he must be really good.”  You latched on to the fact that Carl seemed more interested in talking about his friend than about himself or you.

“He says he’s one of the best.”  Carl watched you knock your wine back.  This time a waiter just came over unbidden.

“Thank you.”  You smiled and turned your attention back to Carl, who was so deep in his bromance with Tony that he didn’t catch the predatory look you gave him.  “I’ve played with Tony a few times.  He’s fun.  I think I might have went to the same school.”  You lied.

In the five minutes you got to talk to Carl, you found out that sexist dickhead Tony was in fact Anthony Masters of Clapham, London.  You found out what school Tony had went to, his mum and dad’s names (Margorie and Anthony Sr.), the name of his pet Staffordshire terrier (Annabell), and his favourite type of music (house).  You didn’t feel so bad anymore about Tony knowing your first name and being able to put your face to your online persona.

You asked Carl some more questions about where he likes to hang out, and he supplied the name of the gym that they both attend (Ultimate Fitness), along with his (and Tony’s) regular training schedule.  Carl worked as a barber while Tony worked as telesales agent with a well-known TV and phone company.  You wondered absently if your company did tech solutions for the place he worked and whether you’d ever had to speak to him before to bail him out of the shit.

When you said goodbye to Carl, you felt so much better.  You would still speak to Bucky about HYDRA later but you were less worried about [HDR]Taskmaster since you now had enough information to find out his address and phone number, and probably how much tax he paid last year.

Through dates nineteen and twenty you were practically clock watching.  You had been there over three hours now and the relentlessness of meeting new face after new face had taken its toll on you.  Craving the comfort of your own home you had ploughed through more wine than you should have and were pretty much talking gobbledygook at this point.

“Stick a fork in me, I’m done!”  You got up on wobbly legs when the timer ran out on date twenty.  You didn’t even bother to look at his name, which was a shame, he was very friendly and not at all offended by your drunken ramblings.

Becca submitted your sheet for you, frowning at the lack of second date requests you’d made.  Your taxi ride home was filled with her and Den talking about which guys they liked and complaining that you didn’t like any.

“I said yes to one!”  You said in your defence, but your attention had been mostly spent reading emails from Bucky and replying to him.

On my way home now.  You’re sooooo going to regret asking me to play tonight, Mr Hottie.  I’m shit-faced lol.

Meeee XXX

You clicked send just in time to catch Becca reading your screen from your shoulder.

“Fuck off!”  You hid your phone against your chest.

“Who’s Mr Hottie?”

“Oooooh!”  Den cooed.

“You’re such a bitch!”  You smirked, and Becca laughed.

“Seriously though.  You’ve been texting all night and you’re looking quite pleased with yourself about it, so spill.”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

“Oh, of course.”  Becca rolled her eyes and made a grab for your phone.  “Who is he?”

“No one you know.”  You said, relenting ever so slightly.

“Wait!  Is that a picture?”  Becca fully grabbed your phone from your hands and scrolled to the email with the attachment.  “This better not be a dick pic, I swear.”

You tried to wrestle with her but she kept you at arm’s length.  Her arms were longer than yours.

“It’s not.”  You groaned, flopping against the seat in defeat.  There was no use fighting now, she was going to see everything.

“Holy shit!”  Becca laughed in surprise.  “Mr Hottie is actually fucking gorgeous.  Jesus!  How long you been talking to him?  Check him out.”  She showed Bucky’s picture to Denise.

“Months.”  You groaned.  “But not like that.  He’s in my gaming clan.”  You grumbled.

“He’s nice.  How old is he?”

“Actually, I don’t know.”  You closed your eyes, ready to ride out the laughs you were going to get over your conversation with Bucky.

“He seems really funny.”  Becca said, still messing with your phone.

“He is.”  It was only a matter of time.

“And sweet.  Maybe a bit pervy.”  She chuckled.

“That one.”  Den said, in a hushed voice.

You groaned internally.  Looked like they found something worth reading.

“And that one.”  Den said again.

“Come on you ho-bags, just quit already.  You’re killing my buzz and now all I wanna do is fill my face with pizza and go to sleep.”  You whined, closing your eyes to the queasiness in your gut.  Nerves.  Frustration.  Too much wine and a jiggling taxi ride.  Whatever.

The weight of your phone being laid on your thigh made your eyes snap open.  Becca was looking at you with a shit-eating grin and Denise wasn’t looking at you at all, instead she looked sheepishly out the window.  What the fuck had they done?

Your phone vibrated before you had a chance to look at the damage caused and at that moment the taxi pulled up outside your house.

“Text me in the morning.”  Becca said plucking a crumpled up ten from your white-knuckled fist.

She ushered you out of the door and shut it after you, telling the driver to drive away.

Your phone buzzed a second time and you dropped your keys in front of your gate.  The wine and the frustration of the phone hijacking made you stumble as you went for your keys.  You had to use the gate to steady yourself, resting your head against the cool metal.

Your phone buzzed a third time and you just stuffed it into your bag.  Opening the front door was a two-handed job at this point.

Finally inside, you got into your PJs and wiped off your make-up.  The idea of pizza was burning in your brain but at almost 11pm there was no way you were going out for some or try to order some in.  You made toast and a cup of tea.  It seemed like a better idea.

Your phone buzzed again.  It was probably Becca texting to say she’d got home safe or apologising for being a dick with your phone.

In your office/gaming room you got yourself set up to play Orion Protocol.  You had water now, after the tea and toast, and were feeling a little less drunk but still a bit woozy.

As soon as you signed in, Bucky sent you an invite to chat.  It was like he’d been waiting for you.

“Hey, gorgeous!”  There was a slight thickness to his voice that you assumed was the alcohol, and a subtlety to his tone that you associated with him smiling.

“Hey yourself.”  You couldn’t help but grin.  Now that you had a face to put to his voice you could almost see his expressions when he spoke.

It was just you two in the chat.  You started up your game and waited for it to load.

“Did you get my emails?”  He asked.  “I didn’t expect you to send me pictures but I’m happy you did.”

“Wait, what?!”  You almost didn’t register what he said.  “What pictures?”

“You sent me a couple of pictures of yourself.”  He half-laughed.  “Did you drink so much you forgot?  It was only like thirty minutes ago.”

“Ohmygod!”  You groaned, exasperated.  “That little BITCH!”

“Oh shit!  What happened?”

“One sec.”

You threw your headset down and scrambled for your bag.  Pulling out your phone, you opened your conversation with Bucky to find that four pictures of yourself had been sent.

You wanted to cry.

One selfie with you and Den from tonight, one full length with Becca also from tonight, one older picture of you looking all sassy when Becca had asked you to smile for the camera and you’d given her your Disney villain face, and another one where you were in fits of laughter after your mutual friend Ben had shown up to a house party wearing a yellow mankini under his clothes – the mankini made its appearance about 12 cans and 2 hours into the party.

You were absolutely mortified.  How could she do that to you?  Becca was supposed to be your best friend.  She knew you kept your online life and real life separate.  She knew you were paranoid about your appearance despite the faux confidence.  She knew.

You sat on the floor and tried not to cry.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x plus size reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fan fic #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #gamer reader #gamer bucky #bucky barnes is smitten #cloudy's writing

[minimoefoe]

Negan’s Wives

I’m like, a villain supporter through and through, I don’t really give a fuck what a bad guy has done, murder away and I will cheer you on etc, and Negan is very much included in that, but I’ve always been iffy on his wives situation and I know a lot of people bring it up as a reason why he’s irredeemable so I want to figure out how I feel about it. 

During my recent re-watch I basically paid extra attention and took note of various moments related to his wives and general attitude towards sex/consent. I know this is an old conversation, but I need to talk about it to get my thoughts out so here we are. 

Parts of this post mention rape and coercion so tread carefully if those topics are likely to upset you.

I don’t know the best way to format this post so I’m just going to go through each moment I noted down first

(1) 7.03, 7mins in

(Dwight notices a pregnancy test) SHERRY: It’s negative. DWIGHT: Well, maybe next time.

(2) 7.03, 12mins in

(Negan offers his wives to Dwight as a reward) NEGAN: Pick whoever you want, as long as she says yes.

(3) 7.04, 16-18mins in

(Negan is at Alexandria and asks about Maggie) NEGAN: Widows, especially ones that look like that, they are special. I love ‘em. Right after their husbands go they are just.. empty inside. But usually not for long. NEGAN: A damn tragedy, that’s what this is.... I was gonna ask her to come back with me. Oh, I know what you’re thinking, how could I have a shot, guy that just bashed her husband’s head in? You’d be surprised. boy, people, they-

(I don’t actually end up using this quote in the post anywhere, but I cba with going through and changing all the numbers so it’s staying here)

(4) 7.07, 10mins in

(Carl shoots up the sanctuary) NEGAN: Damn, I am not gonna have time to screw any of my wives today.

(5) 7.07, 17mins in

(Amber, one of Negan’s wives. cheated on Negan. She knows he knows and is sat crying, seemingly terrified about what’s going to happen) NEGAN: Amber, baby, you know I don’t want anyone here that doesn’t wanna be here, right? AMBER: Mm-hmm.  NEGAN: So if you wanna leave and go back to Mark... you can. But what can’t you do? AMBER: Cheat on you. NEGAN: That is exactly right. You can’t cheat on me. There’s plenty other gals who would love to take your place, and there’s a few job openings that I can think of. You want to go back to Mark and your mom? Hell, I’ll put you all on the same job. AMBER: No. I’ll stay. I’m sorry. NEGAN: You know what that means, right? You know what that means, right? AMBER: Yes. I love you, Negan. NEGAN: Oh, of course you do, darlin’. I don’t know why you’re crying. It’s all gonna work out aces for you.

(6) 7.07, 27mins in

CARL: Are all of those women actually your- NEGAN: Wives? I always wanted to screw a whole bunch of different women. I mean, why settle for just one? Why follow the same old rules? Why not make life better?

(7) 7.11, 30mins in

FRANKIE: You saw Amber last night. She just drinks and cries. She didn’t want this. We signed up for it. It’s better for us. She had to. Her mom needed meds. She can’t work. Amber thought... that she could live with it. She can’t. 

(8) 8.05, 29min in

GABRIEL: Carl told us about your wives. The women you pressure into marrying you? NEGAN: Every one of those ladies made a choice.

(9) 8.12, 36mins in

RICK: You use people to bring you food, to sleep with you, to protect you. 

(10) 11.22(?), ??mins in

EZEKIEL: Melting people’s faces with irons, coercing women into marrying you, slaughtering my own people. That shit I have not forgotten.

Now for some rambling. I’ve put it into sections as much as I can.

Did Negan sleep with his wives?

I sometimes see people say they don’t think Negan had sex with his wives at all but from these quotes we know that’s canonically not the case. He makes a comment to Carl about screwing his wives (4) and then mentions how he’s always wanted to screw multiple women (6), implying that now that he has multiple wives, that’s exactly what he does. And of course there’s Sherry’s pregnancy test (1), which is the most concrete proof of all.

I’m sure some people would say, ‘Well maybe he’s lying’ but I think, while it’s feasible that a character like Negan would lie about something to sound impressive or whatever, I think going down the ‘he’s lying’ road is a slippery slope and kind of just an easy way to explain away something you may not like. You could also say Sherry may have been cheating with Dwight which is why did the test and not because she had been sleeping with Negan but again, I don’t think that is implied anywhere so it’s, in my opinion, a dumb road to go down.

Consent

Negan makes it clear in a couple of scenes that consent is important and he has zero tolerance for rape. He tells Dwight he can get with one of his wives but only if they say yes (2) and there’s a scene I didn’t include in my quote list where he literally murders a guy for attempting to rape Sasha.

Did they choose to be his wives? 

While Negan having a bunch of wives and making it so that being his wife makes life easier for you is morally questionable, there are multiple times where he says they’re there because they chose to be and not because he forces them to be. He tells Amber he doesn’t want anyone there if they don’t want to be there (5), and he tells Gabriel they all chose to be there (8). Frankie also tells Eugene that her and Tanya signed up to be his wives because it’s better for them (7).

I think Amber and Sherry’s cases are definitely where it’s the most morally messed up. With Amber, we know her options are either be Negan’s wife or let her mum die, as without being Negan’s wife she would have no way of getting meds her mum needs (7), and going by her interaction with Negan (5) and the fact she literally would rather die than be his wife (7), she’s clearly not happy. With Sherry, we know that the reason she agreed to be Negan's wife was to stop him from killing Dwight after they ran away. So while Negan is right about them technically having a choice, when the choices are be this man’s wife or let your mum/partner die, is there really a choice? 

Which wives does Negan sleep with?

Since we know Negan sleeps with more than one of his wives (6), and we know his rules on consent (2), I think it’s fairly simple to deduce that while he definitely sleeps with some of his wives, he probably doesn’t sleep with all of them.

Amber clearly doesn’t like Negan at all and is only his wife because she wants meds for her mum so I don’t think she would ever be willing to have sex with him and since we know his rules on consent, I don’t think they ever sleep together.  

In my opinion it’s fairly possible that he sleeps with Tanya and Frankie, which may seem ridiculous because of the fact they literally wanted him dead but I just get the vibe that they wouldn’t be against it despite their dislike of him. Their general attitude towards him, while they definitely hate him, is a lot more, idk, relaxed(?) than, say, Amber who is seemingly terrified of him, spends all her time drinking and is so unhappy with her situation that she wants to die. So yeah, I think it’s possible they would be down to sleep with him despite their feelings about him as a person.

Sherry is I think the only wife we know that he for sure has slept with (1) which I think is interesting and potentially messy because we know Negan’s rules on consent and we know that Sherry absolutely hates him and loves Dwight. So why would she say yes to sleeping with him?

Her attitude imo lies somewhere between Tanya/Frankie and Amber. She clearly hates him/the situation and gets out of there as soon as she can, but she doesn’t seem scared/broken in the same way Amber is. She gets on with things and in the scene where Negan talks to Amber about Amber’s cheating, Sherry seems kinda willing to stand up to Negan a bit and talk back to him. I find their dynamic interesting tbh.

With Sherry what it comes down to for me is the fact she loves Dwight. As far as we know, Tanya and Frankie don’t have partners who that can’t be with because of their marriage to Negan so them saying yes to sleeping with him isn’t as odd to me as Sherry saying yes, because I wouldn’t have thought she’d do that to Dwight. So that just makes me think that the reason she’s slept with Negan is out of fear or because she thought it would make Dwight’s life easier if Negan had that up on him, idk, something like that. 

And also obviously, while imo it’s possible Tanya and Frankie would to sleep with Negan because they were okay with it, it is also a possibility that they would agree more out of compliance/fear rather than enthusiastic consent. 

Amber remains the only wife that I for sure don’t think he would sleep with because of just how much of a mess she is and how Negan would be very aware that a yes from her would be a yes out of fear whereas with Tanya and Frankie (and also Sherry but like I said, the existence of Dwight makes it weird to me) seem like if they were saying yes out of compliance/fear, they would be able to keep it together and hide that they don’t really want to be sleeping with him.

There’s also at least two other wives that we know nothing about so I can’t say if I think he has slept with them or not. I’d just say that if he hasn’t sleep with Tanya or Frankie then he probably does sleep with those unnamed wives, because we know he has slept with multiple of his wives (6), with Sherry for sure being one of them.

Other Characters

Gabriel mentions Negan’s wives who he says Negan ‘pressures’ into marrying him. Negan corrects him and says they all have a choice (8). I do think in this case Gabriel is wrong here about the pressuring. There doesn’t seem to be any pressure/force to marry but like I said before, mainly with Amber and Sherry,  it’s also not as simple as, ‘Yeah, they chose this and are happy to be married to him’.

The next instance is Rick saying Negan ‘uses people to sleep with him’ (9), which, yeah, depending on how you look at things, like which of his wives you think he sleeps with and if you think they say yes because they want to or because they are scared/feel like they have to, Rick is correct. 

Rick obviously isn’t saying that because he has tons of insider info (like about who chose to be there, specifically which wives Negan sleeps with, etc), all he knows is what Carl told him which is probably just, ‘Negan has a room full of wives, he says he sleeps with multiple of them, they don’t all seem too happy to be there,’ so I wouldn’t take Rick’s comment as like, concrete proof that Negan sleeping with his wives is categorically him ‘using’ them, but yeah it makes sense why Rick would say that and I don’t think we can concretely say he’s wrong.

The third time we get a mention of Negan’s wives is after, from what I remember, nearly three full seasons of his wives not being brought up at all. Ezekiel calls him out for ‘coercing women into marrying him’ (10), which yeah, he’s not fully wrong about. 

I think the use of the word ‘coerce’, meaning ‘the practice of persuading someone to do something by using force or threats’, really only comes into play for Sherry and Amber because when the choice is be Negan’s wife or let a person you love (Dwight, Amber’s mum) die, there isn’t really a choice and that, despite the fact Negan isn’t specifically saying to them as a threat, ‘If you don’t marry me, I will kill these people you love’, is still close enough to a threat to probably be considered coercion. There might be a better word to explain it because coercion doesn’t feel like it hits it quite right for me but idk, that’s the only word I have so.

Other than it’s made pretty clear that all wives have a choice and he doesn’t threaten to hurt them, they can leave if they want to. Sure, they would be going back to a not as good life, but their choosing to not be Negan’s wives, as far as we know, wouldn’t have as big consequences as it would for Sherry and Amber.

Redemption / How it was handled

If you personally cannot forgive Negan for the way he treated his wives then I think that’s fine but I do think it’s pretty shitty of people to condemn those who are able to forgive him and believe he’s been redeemed. It’s very clear through S9, 10 and 11 that he’s changed a lot from his days at the Sanctuary and in my opinion, while I do think his wives could/should have been brought up more and we should have seen him acknowledge that it was fucked up, he has been redeemed from it. 

I kind of see the lack of mention as more of an issue with how the show handled his wives more than with Negan himself, which I know some people will say is me just trying to make the fault not lie on Negan which, if you think that then fine, but that’s not what I feel I’m doing. 

S7/8 Negan is pretty clear and says multiple times that those women all have a choice while not acknowledging that for a couple of them, the choice is marriage or the death of a loved one. He also has a clear no rape policy but brags about sleeping with women who hate him and may not actually be happy to sleep with him. 

I can and do believe that Negan has grown from those Sanctuary days but I think it was very cowardly of the show to not give us some scenes where Negan is talking to someone about how looking back he knows that agreeing to marry because the other option is death of a loved one is not a choice and then either make him state that he was lying about sleeping with his wives and maybe even go as far as to say the pregnancy test thing was to get a reaction out of Dwight or have it be true that he slept with some of his wives but idk, make it clear he knows that there was a awful power imbalance there and there’s not really a sure way of knowing if they said yes because they wanted to or because they were scared/felt like they had to.

In conclusion

I basically was figuring out my thoughts on this situation as I writing this post up and now that I’m at the end I think I’ve come to the conclusion that while I can see, and agree, that some of the wife stuff is very gross, I think people are sometimes dramatic about it but also the show doesn’t handle it in a very good way so I can see why people either don’t feel he was redeemed well or don’t feel he was redeemable at all. Because, in order to figure out my thoughts on it all, I’ve literally had to make this long ass post, and analyse the few moments we have to make sense of it all. It’s just a mess they could’ve avoided by either being clear somewhere in S9-11 that Negan recognises it was messed up or by just.. doing things differently from the start.

So yeah, I think because of the set up of being Negan’s wife meaning you have a better life, Negan coerced, for lack of a better word, a couple of his wives (Sherry, amber) into marriage because their worse life would have resulted in people they love dying. But for wives like Tanya and Frankie, I don’t think he coerced them. 

and in terms of redemption, I believe he is redeemed because I think from the way his character is now, there's no way he would do something like that again but I do think it was a misstep on the show’s part to not make it clear that he not only wouldn’t do that stuff again but also sees that it was wrong to do in the first place and he doesn’t have that same ‘well they mde their choice’ mindset as he did in the past.

Feel free to send me asks or whatever about this post, I’m down to hear if you agree, have more to add or want to share your POV, but, yknow, I know this topic is a rough one within the fandom so try and do so without being nasty idk

#rape mention #negan #negan twd #the walking dead #negan smith #twd txt #also btw the notes i took were only during s7 and s8 #and i just remmebered ezekiel mentioning the wives in s11 #so if theres moments other thn tht then whoops #nataliechats

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lmao I know that you and ani were making fun of me and what I said but it’s literally proving my point. you two are so far up each others asses that you literally don’t give a single shit about your other “friends.” the quotes are intentional and I don’t really see how it’s offensive because it’s quite literally the truth. you do not give a single shit about kaylee or any of the other people you talk to when ani is busy. you don’t think they’ll get hurt about that eventually? she’ll come around eventually lmao i’m sure anyone who sees how much u really don’t care about them would. really it’s quite a sad situation. kaylee is the only one involved right now but i’m sure she’ll see how you really feel about her soon and it’s hard to ignore those insecurities. she’ll resent you for it. it never feels nice to KNOW without a doubt your friend doesn’t give a shit about you compared to how “devoted” she is to her other friend. you say that your other friends know how you feel about them and you’re so sure they’d say something but I really genuinely doubt they ever would. imagine how awkward that conversation would be “hey percy i’ve been feeling so sad and depressed lately because it feels like you genuinely only want to talk to me when your other friend is busy. sorry probably over reacting I know how fucking obsessed you two are.” it’s sad and I hope kaylee (and your other so called friends) come to their senses soon. nobody deserves to feel like the unwanted and unloved friend like i’m sure she does. nobody wants to be the friend that you go to just because your preferred friend is busy. you say you won’t apologize for how much you love your friend. okay cool. I bet you’ve never even told your other friends that you love them so how exactly are you so confident they don’t think you hate them? kaylees responses were literally just telling me to get a life. no denial of those feelings. and yet you think she’d really tell you the truth?? not when you react like this lmao. not when you just go on and on about how the lines blur for you and anis friendship and how you hold her closest to your heart and how nothing matters unless ani thinks it’s funny. about how you tell each other all about your days. blah blah blah. plus the few times i’ve seen her be sappy and nice to you she has to follow it up with being “mean” because you either ignore or don’t react well to her being nice. just….if you don’t want to be friends with these people just tell them man 😭 you’re gonna hurt them so bad when you just continue to obviously never appreciate them. they’re basically acquaintances lmaooo but maybe that’s what you want. you won’t say it so you’ll just subtly push them away until it’s just you and ani like you want

this is so psychotic kaylee was literally texting me and making fun of you as you were sending her those asks last night like??? just another example of how you don’t know what goes in my life with my friends you freak

if you spent half the time working on getting your own friends rather than obsessing over mine i think we’d both be much better off

#percy’s asks

[skepticalarrie]

Hi,

Idk if you answer not larry related questions but I'd really like to know your thoughts on liam and his friendship with louis! I love lilo and i always thought their friendship was so wholesome. However lately (especially after the logan paul podcast drama) i heard so much shit about liam. Mostly that he is homophobic. I did try to look into things before i decided I'm gonna bother you with this but i didn't find enough information that satisfied my curiosity and i wanted to ask someone who i trust won't give me fake information.

Basically i have a hard time believing that if liam really is homophobic he would be friends with louis and that louis would tolerate homophobic behaviour from his close friend. So there would be the obvious conclusion that they aren't actually friends which i simply do not believe. I see so much affection between them and i really think they care so deeply for each other.

So what do you think? Is liam homophobic? Or has he done things that seem homophobic but they were out of context or just mistakes for which he has apologised? I don't want to invalidate anyone who felt attacked by liam's behaviour but i also don't want to believe he would do/say such things! I do think he has problems but i don't think he's half as bad as people make him look.

Thank you if you decide to answer and sorry for this being so messy and possibly grammatically wrong, english isn't my first language <3

Hi, anon! I’m not sure if I’m the best person to help you with your dilemma. I stan Harry and Louis, and that’s it, I don’t follow the other boys enough to have deep opinions about them.

I have no idea why people are calling Liam‘s behaviour homophobic. I remember one particular situation back in 2015 that could be interpreted as a weird comment about that but as far as I remember he apologized and all - and I think that’s the same one you’re referring to. So I really have no clue what this is about. What I think about Liam is that he’s essentially a good guy, but he got lost and he’s struggling a lot. I really don’t like the comments that were made by him on that Logan Paul podcast and he needs to learn to keep his mouth shut and take care of his mental health, because something is clearly going on there. People on the internet are just mean and didn’t waste any time before being assholes about what Liam said and putting the boys against each other. I mean, Liam is paying his price now. And that’s all I have for you.

One thing I learned over the years in this fandom though is that supporting HL doesn’t mean you need to support people around them as well. Because they’re not responsible for what their friends and families say and do. I think a lot of people like to keep up with people around them but that’s where I draw the line for myself. Because when I put myself in their shoes that’s what I’d like people to do for me. I’m not responsible for people around me and it’s no one’s business the kind of relationship I have with people. So… I don’t know how close Liam and Louis are lately. But whatever that is, I hope is something beneficial and good for both of them.

And if I can offer you a piece of advice, anon. You seemed pretty concerned about people saying this and people saying that… and then you came to me so I could give you a definitive answer on what you should think. I wouldn’t do that. Do your research if that’s bothering you, go ask people who are actually saying the things you mentioned, so you can form an opinion yourself. You don’t need to rely on what other people think or say. And I think you should follow better people, too, by the way.

#ask

[gazelessmenagerie]

3 and 4 of that portrayal meme regarding Broly!

Portrayal Meme for the Muns

3. Do you portray your muse differently to the general fandom? 4. What aspects of your muse do you most want to explore?

( The big angry space gorilla himself, adnlsfjg I’d say I actually do portray him differently than what the general fandom sees mainly around the aspects of being nothing but the two focal points of his entire personality comprised as      1. Eternally Angry / Psychopathic 24/7      2. Hates Goku/Kakarot.

( I don’t stray too far from those points but I certainly don’t limit myself to portraying only those two sides bc that just doesn’t make for an engaging muse for me and it leaves little to work with in writing with other muses / characters. I go with the ideas of what I believe his life was like, what his personality might be like outside of being a berserker constantly in his LSSJ form and in the times after his fight with Goku and crew on Planet New Vegeta / Natade village. Suffice to say I don’t think it’s something most of the audience puts thought to and I am of the portion that thinks way too much about a favorite character asldfjgn. What are his thoughts to his situations, how does he survive, how was he raised and what would he do when faced with xyz? What are his ideals or beliefs, what about his principles he follows now that he’s free from control? What does he want..? There’s more to him than just constantly being the Big Bad Villain you get to fight in games and spinoffs but that doesn’t mean I don’t look to him and what he says in said things bc lmfaoooo some of those lines and what-ifs are absolute gems I can play around with. I just add my own spin to it based on tropes and things I like or think would work well with the portrayal I crafted from a basic structure when I first picked him up as a muse. As always, its in a constant state of development and what I choose to keep, change, or discard for another.

 In short: The Broly I write has different facets, flaws and strengths, things that make him feel more alive than just what we see from his two movies/roles in games/media. So yes I’d say I portray him differently to the general fandom overall.

( Honestly....    1. Having him slowly come to realize and accept he can want things beyond being an incarnation of death and destruction wherever he goes ( but he absolutely CAN still retain that. These things can coexist with him bc there’s no way he can actually let go of his bloodlust and need for violence. It’s a part of who he is and to deny him that is to deny him in that aspect. Basically that whole ‘ you can take the wild animal out of the jungle but you can’t take the wild out of the animal. ‘ thing. )

  2. That even a wretched beast like him can enjoy the smaller things in life; appreciating the simplicities of having his own will, deciding who he is and what he wants to do, forming genuine friendships or relations with people that do care for him in turn.

   3. He’s still a fucking menace in spite of points 2 and 3 and he has no problem being that way to anyone he doesn’t give one shit to (I.E Everyone else. ) This puts him in a very controversial spot bc he won’t care about anyone else outside of those few he becomes close with. Someone wants to destroy Earth ? Cool. Not his problem, let him watch the carnage and kill those stupid humans VS Someone has something/someone he cherishes? Oh, he’s beyond Pissed Off and they’ll be sorry they ever saw him when he’s done with them and takes back what he values intensely/probably even over his own life. Doesn’t matter if the world gets destroyed in the process; he will tear apart / sacrifice just about anything to get whatever he wants back. 

   4. Reaching SSJ4 levels with good enough reason for why bc lmfao that requires him to actually get control over himself instead of being a mindless beast both to some extent of physically and metaphorically.

  5. Have control over his LSSJ state than devolving to an entity only wishing for destruction and carnage until he powers down from exhaustion.

  6. As always... some good ol Beauty and the Beast bc I am a slut for that dynamic ankalfndsfankdgj

#dragvnsovl #|| Tag: Answered #|| Tag: OOC #( ayy thank ya for the ask and hello~ name's kuro and it's a pleasure to meet ya ) #( hope my damn splurging isn't too much to take in anflsdjg i just have a lot of thoughts for this stupid bastard and ) #( he lives here rent free. )

[teremari]

A STRANGE SITUATION Volturi Kings x Reader

I must admit that the situation was strange, even comical, I shouldn't have been present to guess what was happening, I imagined the face my sister must be making, this was one of those shows that no one would imagine. Not even in my wildest dreams.

Before any comment I had to keep calm and calm, avoid getting excited or even laughing, it's just that I didn't know what would follow after this moment. I knew my sister better than anyone and I knew that she would never agree to leave with vampires who claimed to be her partner. In fact, the term "vampire" made me smile, that is to say, it is not that I was oblivious to its existence, but for family and personal good it was better that this topic not even come across. That is to say, for women of our nature and the way we were raised, we knew of the existence of certain beings that they believed to be completely unknown to others, I must give them the credit they had made an effort to hide it, because the legends would remain at that, legends, and I had no problem with that, after all we are also "special".

However, I had never heard of such a thing in my life, or at least I was completely unaware of the situation. That three "vampires" came to Forks to declare their love to my sister, it was novel, I suppressed a laugh and replaced it with a smile, first of all I had to avoid being discovered, nobody had to know that I was listening to everything. Being a part of this... the "abnormal" was advantageous once in a while.

I was attentive, if Nicole needed my help, she had to be quick, although I didn't underestimate my sister, the condemned woman was a complete surprise, several times she had saved me in critical moments. But now we were talking about beings much stronger than us, I didn't know their levels but I recognized their... “gifts”. Inside was a mind reader, a seer, an empath, a tracker, a tactile reader, and the rest seemed to have unusual "gifts" but not strong or threatening. They seemed to be emotional "gifts." Try to hide anything suspicious and wait. He was to act non-threatening to visitors.

-I'm sorry darling, I don't like men.- and began to play, dammit! How these guys would react to rejection didn't sound good to me. The worry was appearing and with it the urgency that this would end soon.

-How strange!, because we witnessed your different lovers in the last weeks.- the voice was angry, someone else definitely, that clearly sounded like jealousy, wait, did they spy on us?, Damn! , they could have material to know about us, about the others. Shit!. I quickly settled into the seat. I paid even more attention.

-I don't like jealous men, I don't owe accounts to anyone, even worse someone like you.- This was getting dangerous.

 - Cara mia, I apologize for my brother, you must understand that the bond affects us differently. - That was fast, it seems that an angry Nicole does not suit them, I knew it but they still do not. So if psychology doesn't fail me, maybe they want this to be peaceful, for Nicole to go her own way, but I still don't trust her. If it is not the good ones, they may resort to the bad ones.

 - I'm going to be clear, I'M NOT INTERESTED, being her lover, forget it, they'll find someone else. - Nicole stop being so reckless and stupid.

 - Let me explain, Cara.- several seemed to leave the huge house. I heard footsteps although nothing common or normal, they had speed, we were screwed.

-This does not usually happen very often, this link is special, we all receive an important position that we have held for several centuries within this world. For us it is simply magnificent to share love, to know that we are not only united by our crucial roles in Volterra but also by affection for a single being that unifies us even more as brothers. In addition to having the opportunity to love once again, in my case. - a deeper voice, it had a certain authority but it was serene, calm, peaceful. He took every word with a grain of salt. Much more cautious. Possibly Marcus or whoever removes Gaius. They had been previously introduced but I didn't know a damn whose voice was whose.

 - Well, I'll give you news, I'm not a prize, I'm a woman, a human being for you who don't understand, love is earned and clearly you haven't earned it. -That's my bitch.

 - That is precisely what we wanted to address, my dear, we are aware that we must work on it, so if you would give us the opportunity to enlarge the bond and show you how committed and ecstatic we are to get your affection, we would appreciate it and enjoy it all of a deep, warm and passionate love.- Did I just say passionate?

 -And what do you expect me to do? Leave my life, my friends, my career, my family? And marry you? - Really even I was curious, it seemed like the novels that mom usually listens to on the radio . Seriousness Mark, seriousness.

 - We are not really devoted to marriage but if you want it we are willing to please you. - the peaceful voice again.

 - No, it would be progressively, you will see my face, our species is a secret for humans, no one should know about our existence, clearly it would bring misfortunes that we must avoid. And on the other hand your mortality would deprive us of having you by our side. But we are willing to respect your space and the moment you think is right for the transformation. -Aro, they are crazy. I don't know, what do they think? And as if my sister read my thoughts;

 - I love to breathe, I must think about it.- I heard his footsteps and knew that it was a matter of time to receive his call.

 - Cara mia, we know that it is not easy to digest, it is a lot in just one hour. But we want to be by your side, we want it. If you allow us to get closer?

-Not now, I must think, what happened to the space thing?

 - Of course Cara Mia, you are within your rights, but please do not deprive us too much of your presence. - This was amazing. When I get back I'm going to die of laughter.

 - Ah!, I forgot, if they spy on me again, we are going to have problems, let it be the last time.- Thanks to the Universe!, he said it. Though I doubt they'll keep their word.

 - We can't promise you that Cara, it's dangerous to leave you alone, we have many enemies and we care about your safety. - Clearly they didn't know anything about us, we are human and vulnerable in their eyes, that's a point.

 - Not today, here is my number, when you are desperate, call.

 - Another thing dear, we would appreciate your prudence regarding what we just entrusted to you. - Peace again, the guy has a future in ASMR.

 - I know, I have a family to protect, you have my word.-I heard her walk away.

 TELEPHONE...

- Come for me.

 -As you say! .- I started the cute wretch, and went for her.

 ......................

 Not much had happened since the meeting and Nicole and I had kept quiet to get away from the beautiful house of the damn Cullens.

 -And how?...

 - Crazy...

 -Yes, I can't believe it.- We both looked at each other and started laughing like crazy, it was one of those laughs that made us cry.

 But after a bit... I mentioned it, I had to be honest...

 -You know it was a joke....- I wiped away some tears and became serious.

 - I know, they are a blow to the butt and if we don't do something it can degenerate into something worse like....

 -The family

 We thought for a while, running away, running away was the smartest thing I could think of... but soon I began to discard it.

 - Run away.- Nico said, he was looking forward as if it was the most obvious answer.

 - It won't be easy, we can use our powers but still I think they won't give up, in case you didn't see it or you noticed, they are very determined.

 - shit! men fuck even after death.- and again we look at each other and laugh.

 - Idiot, then plan quickly, because I doubt that we will have privacy for a long time.

 - Please, you know me, I'm a woman and a witch, I'll think of something.

#oneshot #twilight #the vampire #kings volturi

[higheldertala]

spyfall pt2 salt commentary

can someone please tell me if this episode makes sense to anyone cos i do not get it at all

don’t know why this episode doesn’t have an unique title like usual two parters, especially as this episode has definitely a lot less of the spy theme (again obvious that this was originally a single episode).

the fact that the writing is on the plane floor is a gamble that they’d see it

ADA!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 i love ada.

why do the kasaavin take ada again?

im sorry but the master’s tardis console is so ugly, baby you deserve so much better.

another Gender Joke™️! very funny ch*bnall, i laughed very hard i promise(!)

‘thats what the doctor would do’ see yaz has had her what would the doctor do moment here, why it’s made a point of in war of the sontarans confuses me.

the master’s 1834 outfit is very sexy, it’s a shame the directing doesn’t give many full shots of it.

lol the master’s top hat disappeared in between shots, where does it goes?

one thing i definitely don’t like is how little this doctor cares about the master and how out of character this is. i feel like sacha is giving a lot more to this but honestly don’t feel much coming from jodie, the doctor seems to only look at the master with disgust/ contempt, which is not their relationship at all.

obviously this goes without saying that this completely ignores missy’s arc and the doctor and master’s dynamic in s10 which is a real shame. i don’t know if ch*bnall has given his opinion on this but i guess he obviously didn’t like it idk.

yesss!! ada shooting the master is so badass i love her, finally a character who isn’t all passive. she is much more interesting as a character in 10 minutes than the fam are in 2 seasons.

also i hate the doctor’s moral high horse here. like she doesn’t say anything when the master kills 3 people unprompted but tells ada off for shooting the master in the arm when he was holding them all hostage, rescuing the doctor in the process, like can we please get a bit of perspective here.

i don’t understand why the silver lady is brought to 1834?

the fam being on the run is a blantant rip off of sound of the drums. honestly ch*bnall should use citations when he copies other people’s work.

also that generic ass ‘wanted’ poster is so funny

‘what if the doctor doesn’t come back?’ god some of these line deliveries are so deadpan. how i suppose to believe that they are a ‘fam’ when even the actors don’t even believe it.

it’s really funny that the fam’s reaction to the doctor and the master is like ‘bit awkward innit?’

why is the doctor so secretive towards the fam? is this ever explained why?

it’s really funny that graham is trying to reassure the others that the doctor is okay, because honestly they don’t actually seem to give a shit about her or whether she’s actually alive or not.

‘you know what she would ask now? what do we have at our disposable?’ see yaz is questioning what would the doctor do in this situation again. see she doesn’t actually need it written on her hand to ask herself these questions!

also it’s funny that yaz phrases this as what would the doctor ask. like im pretty sure yaz, a c*p, would also be able to ask these questions on her own. but then that would give her actual agency and would act like an actual character and ch*bnall can’t allow that.

like i don’t know what to call it, infantilisation? general lack of agency? but ch*bnall’s incessant need for the companions to only follow the doctor and be completely lost and unable to save the day without her is so annoying. like obviously it’s done worse in revolution of the daleks but yeah i hate how pointless ch*bnall made the role of companions to basically be reduced to background furniture who only exist to spout exposition and follow the doctor round like cheerleaders. like its the most shallow interpretation of the companion role ever to exist in the show (honestly i could rant on for hours about what ch*bnall did to the companion role and i’ll never forgive him for that).

‘ada are you okay?’ oh my god the doctor can ask this question to people! why does she literally never ask her companions this??

honestly why are there so many lense flares? the directing in this era is the worst.

so why do the kasaavin need to infiltrate multiple point of time? i don’t understand what they are gaining in the past that they couldn’t just get in the present day.

no idea what this stuff about barton and his mum is about? did ch*bnall ever elaborate on this?

i get the feeling that the master says something to noor but this has been cut/ edited out? this would explain ada’s line about hearing the master’s voice from under the floorboards.

also why wouldnt they check under the floorboards afterwards?

i don’t really see how ada tagging along would cause them to land in the wrong time (and specifically this time period/ location), again it’s just another excuse to do location hopping.

so the master tracks the doctor down to 1834/ 1943 through the kasaavin, is that right? honestly i don’t know how else he would be doing this.

‘two pacifists and a 19th century descendant of byron’ im sorry but its really rude to just refer to ada as daughter of byron when she accomplished many great things of her own accord.

it’s beyond words that ch*bnall sees nothing wrong with putting a poc in that uniform. i hate it him for it more than words can say. i’ll literally never forgive him for what he does in this episode.

‘ryan don’t tell them the plan!’ again! if ch*bnall is so aware of his shitty dialogue then why doesn’t he stop??

the fam don’t contribute anything this episode, they just have a run around? basically same as in survivors of the flux

why is the silver lady left in the warehouse on its own where it’s vulnerable. what if one of the fam just decided to smash it or something. honestly the silver lady thing isnt set up very well, it’s just a generic mcguffin thing.

okay talking out loud here, so when kasaavin ‘attack’ people it’s kills them, except they can’t kill the doctor and yaz because of their artron energy and also they don’t kill ada because they’ve been studying her for years. so were they meant to attack the doctor and yaz (like the master implies) or did they intentionally transported them to their dimension? (and if so why? to be studied?) like the teleporting thing has to international because they transport ada who doesn’t have artron energy. i am a bit confused on these kasaavin powers. it doesn’t help that kasaavin don’t really show up in this part until the end. i honestly feel like we don’t learn any more about them except they want to change humans into hard drives for… some reason??? nah i don’t understand this plan.

this plot falls apart in the second part and honestly i can’t make sense of it. maybe im being dumb but if anyone wants to fill me in that would be greatly appreciated.

like i think the hardest part is trying to follow all three antagonists plans, the master’s, the kasaavin’s and barton’s.

wasn’t the idea of gallifrey in a bubble universe is that it shouldn’t be easy to get in and out? obviously this was m*ffat’s idea and im not sure how clara and doctor get out of gallifrey in hell bent and m*ffat doesn’t explain how the master got out either. yknow what im already confused, let’s not bring m*ffat concepts into this. my point being is what’s the point of the bubble universe if the time lords can just come and go as they please?

the annoying thing is that there probably is a lot of potential to do stuff with gallifrey and the time lords but none of the nuwho writers have ever been able to do much with it and yet still they keep messing around with it. like destroying gallifrey again was literally so pointless because ch*bnall does nothing with it, when rtd destroyed gallifrey at least there was a character arc for doctor, here the doctor barely reacts it (onscreen at least). and also the whole flip flopping of destroying gallifrey, bringing it back, destroying gallifrey again is so childish and just looks like the showrunners fighting like children over their toys. like destroying gallifrey again is just shitting on m*ffat’s work which in turn was originally shitting on rtd’s work and just uuuuhhhhhhh!!! the audience is so tired of this!! it’s pathetic. why did ch*bnall destroy gallifrey again? for what purpose did this serve? honestly im putting gallifrey on a high shelf until these male writers learn how to behave.

i won’t insult anyone’s intelligence by going over why the that eiffel tower scene is awful and bad and honestly i skipped this because no one needs to see that scene more than once.

all i will say is ‘never be cruel, never be cowardly’…

the master’s tardis exterior not changing is so stupid and contrived!! the master may be arrogant but he isn’t stupid. my eyes cannot roll any further to the back of my head.

and honestly the doctor leaving/ stranding the master is so fucking stupid and out of character. the doctor would be smart enough to know not to leave the master on earth knowing the potential untold damage they can do. the master was stranded on earth (kinda) for 18 months and end up enslaving the planet. who knows what the master can do in 77 years. ahhhhh god i hate this so much. why? why would you do this? you are literally endangering the planet so much doctor

also wait why didn’t the master just use the kasaavin to get back to 2020? they can time travel right? that’s how the doctor is moving through time rightttt? why can’t the master do the same?

nah serious question do the kasaavin have time travel abilities?

so what does barton get out of this plan? i don’t feel like this is clearly established.

i don’t understand, why did the kasaavin target significant figures surrounding computers through time? were they needed to influence them or something? why did they need to go back in time to do this? couldn’t they just use barton in the present day? nah even when the doctor is explaining it straight to the audience im lost. i don’t understand the time travel part of this plan at all.

the master’s sexy purple outfit is so iconic and it’s an actual crime you can’t see it because of the awful ‘only close ups allowed’ directing.

the resolution of this story being ‘i just went back in time and undid what you did’ is the laziest example of time travelling. it’s cheating. as soon as ch*bnall wrote this someone should have taken the pen from him and told him sci-fi isn’t for you mate.

the way the doctor forgets about the fam being in a life threatening situation 💀

so fun that barton never gets resolved. also does the fam being on the run ever get resolved? you think that would have some sort of effect, especially for yaz.

ah yes the bit where the doctor take two women’s memories without consent and with absolutely zero repercussions for these actions. clearly ch*bnall missed the bit where this was established not to be an ethical thing.

and also the doctor removing ada/ noor’s memories when this has literally never happened to any other historical figure is so weird. ‘oh but we need to keep the timeline in check’ it’s literally fucking fiction it doesn’t matter! it’s not real ch*bnall! shakespeare never actually fought witches, agatha christie never actually encountered a murder mystery with a giant wasp, doctor who is fiction ch*bnall! it’s so unnecessary and makes the doctor out to be just cruel

what happened to master’s tardis? like where does the doctor leave it? this is literally never addressed.

a pet peeve of mine is definitely when they show flashbacks of something that happened in the same episode. your audience isn’t that dumb i assure you

i don’t understand how ‘the time lords lied to us’ is suppose to be some sort of revelation. like yeah they’ve been shady bitches from the start, this isn’t new or a surprise for their MO.

i don’t understand why the doctor is now so secretive towards the companions compared to in the past. this is never given a motivation or reasoning.

i love how the fam asked the doctor who she was and she just gave a wikipedia entry of herself.

concluding thoughts: honestly i get very lost watching this episode, like i said part two takes a massive detour from the plot and i don’t fully see the point of it? trying to keep track of three antagonists in a ch*bnall story seems excessive, as he can’t pull this off well (the timeless children and flux both suffer from multiple antagonists also). this also doesn’t help when the majority of the time they are kept separate. how the master, barton and the kasaavin came together isn’t very clear, i guess it just happened off screen and it doesn’t matter. also i don’t understand what barton’s motivations were/ what he gets out of this plan. he is just Evil Tech Guy™️. i guess i understand the kasaavin a little bit more but they do just become generic we want to take over the world baddies. them being from a different dimension is their most interesting point yet this hardly explored any further. the master does not do a lot in this part except chase the doctor through time, anything they do for main plot all happens offscreen which is dissatisfying as it makes it harder to see how much the master contributes to the plan. the companions also do nothing this part and don’t affect the plot in any way, honestly seemed like a waste of screen time to keep cutting to them. our pseudo companions ada and noor do contribute more to the plot which is nice. i really like ada, who seems like an actual character with agency and actually does things, but in end feels like she and noor are punished by having their memories taken away without their consent which has been established multiple times in dw to be a bad thing, here the doctor gets away with numerous unethical actions and is never punished nor called out on this behaviour. i really like sacha as the master i think he gives a great performance, he definitely deserves a lot more (russell please im begging you). the climax/ resolution for this story is awful, literally the laziest way of writing time travel there is (im pretty sure the curse of fatal death makes a joke about this use of time travel! and that was a parody! although i have never actually watched curse of fatal death and im very happy continuing my existence without seeing it).

#this is a long one lads sorry #genuinely please feel free to answer any of my questions and explain it to me #series 12 salt rewatch #dw commentary

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i’m about to start crying over y ex wtf i’m too stoned for this rn .⁉️ but literally feel like he will never ever realise how much the shit he did hurt me and the fact that he always just acted like he never fucking cared. but it’s not his fault, it’s probably just an experience that was meant to happen for me i guess 😂😂 universe wanted to really make sure i end up turnin like jade or something anyways. i still care about him and i think i always will, i just wish he knew how the things made me feel too, and it hurts my feelings he didn’t care enough to even try fix things he was just like ok well i never have to see u again anyways stupid cunt and ur hot friends are still here so win win 😜😜😜😜 he didn’t say that but i bet u that’s like the train of thought anyways, i still care about him obviously. i think i always will like no matter what he does or how long it’s been since we’ve seen each other i’ll always care about him, but i will just like make sure he’s okay from a very far away, i check if he’s still following me on pinterest every once and a while to make sure he doesn’t fully not give a fuck abt me because then i will be sad because i still care about him and would like help him if he ever needed idk imagine like an emergency situation sorry i’m really stoned and am just really enjoying typing but it’s really hard to stay focused on trying to write down my thoughts and feelings and yassss i’m actually so excited for tomorrow i’ve never been to a guys house other than my ex. that also makes me mad bcs how come he gets so many bitches and i get none like where are the hoes at am i right like, i need him to give me some pointers or like tips on how to talk to new people i hate having to meet new people it’s awful and i’m just painfully awkward most the time it’s literally shameful ugh anyways yasss my first hoe but i’m very nervous because ive literally never even had a conversation with him like hes literally never even been like hey how are you ????? but it’s fine i know what he looks like and where he lives and. i know he’s not a 40 year old man ok don’t fret but i’m really scared hes gonna wanna fuck bcs i’m late for my period bcs eatin disorders am i right i habe no idea when it will come back anyways YEAH so i’m not around ovulation bcs i have kinda temporarily fucked all that up ANYWQYS yeah so bro better have lube and condoms kiddinf i am not fucking a random guy sorry and no matter who i fuck or how long i’ve known them lights off ❌❌❌❌❌❌ i’m literally a virgin but for if it happen, actually i feel weirdly insecure about being a virgin because like i don’t know i feel like a nun but also the fact i’ve never done it makes me nervous and i really don’t like the idea of having to be naked with somebody else sorry i literally cannot stand my limbs and i also feel like i would somehow have an ugly fanny so nobody is EVER seeing my fanny, never ever letting anyone eat me out sorry that actually sounds awful bcs brutha WHAT IF I SMELT VAD OR TASTED FUNNY or what if i had a hairy but crack??? or a no what if my flaps are too small or too big like no absolutely not anyways sorry idk why i just started talking ahout all of that i’m still fretting ahout what to wear i’m literally just going to his house so i feel like purple shorts would work BUT i fucking hate my legs and what if he is like jump scared by how i look irl and what if he didn’t realise i had such funny looking body oh my lord 🙈🙈🙈🙉🙈🙈 what the freak bro anywys i’m getting doordash hungry jacks is supposed to be here and i’m trying to eat a bit this evening because i’m fuckin constipated and i really cant be constipated tomorrow afternoon bcs ?!!!! no absolutely not now i’m really scared that i have head lice bcs today i nit treated my friends hair bcs she got nits from a 2 year old literally stay away from all children’s heads and also i literally am at a daycare two days a week and i swear to god i can feel shit crawling omg wtf is happening ok no nevermind i do not have head lice i was geekin anyways new chains same shackles is so good mwah