#then they are the LAST fucking person who needs to own a goddamn gun

[bengiyo]

Bed Friend Ep 4 Stray Thoughts

Last week, King accidentally triggered Uea when he tried to kiss the back of his neck, and we, the viewers, were made privy to the knowledge that Uea was sexually abused by his stepdad. King apologized, even though he didn't exactly know what was going on, and assured Uea that he would never do anything to make him uncomfortable again. King is getting jealous of his coworkers flirting with Uea. Pock showed back up, and Jade was the only correct person to get security, followed by King insisting Uea report the incident to the police. We left with Pock assaulting Uea in the parking garage.

Trigger Warnings: sexual assault (0:40 to 0:56, 14:20 to 15:20), rape mention (2:58 to 3:08, 15:50 to 16:40), child abuse (15:56 to 17:40, 25:51 to 26:02), post assault bruising treatment (6:40 to 7:25), sexual abuse flashback (14:14 to 15:20)

Alright. I need to pause immediately. James's voice was far too convincing when he played Uea's panic. (0:48 to 0:56).

So relieved King was still around. We should note that in the heated moment he declared himself Uea's boyfriend. Yes, he said it for Pock's benefit, but we know it's what he wants them to be.

I like how King, when he really wants to take care of Uea, frames the request as a favor Uea is granting him.

Props to this show for focusing on the physical aftermath of punching something. You will hurt your hand.

Man, these two do lust really well. It feels comfortable?

They're even showing the bruises Pick gave Uea. Love that King waited until Uea was asleep to apply something to them. Also, Uea's secret smiles are going to destroy me.

Absolutely vile to use Tonkao to force Uea to come back to the house. Did they make James take off his shirt to soften the blow for us?

Oh, gay boys and their sisters.

This is so gross to watch. This man is still trying to abuse Uea.

Though it is super uncomfortable, I'm relieved that if they're going to explore the specifics of what Uea experienced, the more physical work was given to James and not a child actor. Still, James's voice during these scenes is chilling. I keep holding my breath.

Did she really beat this boy with a wire hanger and then lock him in the fucking bathroom again?? That's your response to your son saying he's being raped in his own bedroom?

Man, I wish he'd just gotten Shabu with Jade.

I can't help but wonder what horrors the sister has suffered, too.

Bangkok streets look so dangerous.

Am very relieved that we are consistently showing boys who give head now.

I love King. He may be horny, but he knows something's wrong.

This boy had to celebrate his birthdays alone as a child goddamn.

Oh, Uea finally gave King a smile.

Alright, I know he's been through a lot but biting the cake that way is unhinged.

King's bed is huge, and yet he basically sleeps in the middle because he's trying to be as close to Uea as possible.

Oh, Uea. I get you wanting your life to be private, but I'm so glad someone seems to listen to you.

OUTING. Drone shots!

I feel like King conspired with Gun on this fall so he could stay with Uea.

Love Uea enjoying King letting him take charge all the time.

Uea drunk flirting with some white boy is sending me.

This final shot with the sunset is gorgeous.

Oh, hm, I don't know about the danger hovering around this new character next week.

So, this was a difficult episode, but I'm impressed with James's portrayal of the things Uea has suffered. I'm hoping we get some translated interviews with him and the cast about the preparation and filming for those scenes. I sincerely hope this show doesn't take us down some sort of parent forgiveness arc because I really don't want to dig for that with Uea's mom or stepdad.

#bed friend #bed friend meta #Ben watches

[bestworstcase]

How much of Ironwood's decision making do you think is informed by his semblance? Or is it a non-factor?

ooh this one is fun because i don’t agree with ✨any✨ of the common takes that i’ve seen across the spectrum from “mettle is auto-brainwashing” to “mettle is just the trigger he pulls on a gun”

and i need to preface by saying that i have adhd, and i experience EXTREME hyperfocus. extreme like i work from home and enjoy my job so i accidentally pull 14-16 hour days about 2-4 times a month because i’ll get going on a task after lunch and blink and it’s four in the morning. extreme like before i went on meds i needed to set alarms for mealtimes to avoid starving myself to death and that still only worked half the time. extreme like i have to be careful about reading books because i will not stop reading until i’m finished and very long books can prevent me from sleeping multiple nights in a row.

that said i do not and have never experienced hyperfocus as involuntary. i am always surprised by how much time has elapsed, because it never feels like more than maybe half an hour tops and it is always actually more like 10+, but for me hyperfocus is preceded by about 15-20 minutes of normal focus during which i’m fully aware of what my brain is doing and am able to step away if the thing i’m doing isn’t something i want to sink the rest of my day on.

it’s both a fairly debilitating symptom and something that i make a deliberate choice to do for a variety of reasons that are not especially important here. there is risk-benefit analysis involved.

this is basically how i think mettle works, with the sole difference being that hyperfocus requires a specific kind of trigger [complex high-interest tasks] and mettle does not, so ironwood can induce this state at will for any task. besides that, my interpretation of mettle is that it’s deep hyperfocus on a particular task, lasting anywhere from a couple minutes (for very short-term goals) to an entire day but averaging around 8-10 hours at a time for anything involved (paperwork, strategizing), possible to interrupt with difficulty, and involving a mildly altered state of consciousness in the form of a dramatic reduction in sensory and temporal processing i.e. no perception of time passing and inability to perceive sensations like hunger, fatigue, discomfort, people talking to you without getting your attention first, and so forth. it does not cause changes in personality or cognitive function, nor inhibit decision-making except insofar as it takes conscious effort to step away from the task.

mettle as described is “like an iron resolve […] that powers him to [keep going], almost like a very stubbornly, narrow focused mindset on things […] to push himself to do what he’s decided he’s gonna do” or to “push himself through something like searing the flesh off your arm, like if this is the goal he needs to accomplish, everything else goes by the wayside.” and for some inexplicable reason this has been widely interpreted to mean that mettle is a switch ironwood can flip to make himself willing to kill people. no! mettle is how he’s able to flay and cauterize his own arm to escape watts’ trap! mettle is how ironwood keeps himself awake and lucid for a solid forty-eight hours after his fucking arm gets amputated! mettle is why he’s composed and reasonable at the top of volume seven and gradually unravels into an unhinged frazzled lunatic over the months that follow because he’s using his semblance to force himself past the limits of what his body is physically able to endure.

ironwood is a soldier born and raised and indoctrinated into a military state that never quite escaped its prewar fascism. he was always perfectly willing and able to kill people at the slightest justification—“if you were one of my men i would have you shot” was, um, not a joke. that’s who he is. that’s what atlas molded him into, same as it molded clover and harriet and elm and vine and marrow and winter and goddamn near everybody else it touched who didn’t have the means to get out.

mettle didn’t turn ironwood into a murderer—atlas did.

but hyperfocus is not a healthy superpower, ok? it feels fucking great to effortlessly glide through a week’s worth of work in a single afternoon but you have to balance that against the physiological and psychological toll that will take if you try to make that your normal. it’s a day of absolute peak performance and then a crash, and you have to be able to crash. you HAVE to let yourself rest. hyperfocus feels like infinite energy and that feeling is a lie your brain tells you after unplugging all the early warning systems so that your body can’t interrupt you with petty things like hunger or pain, and you HAVE to remember that.

ironwood goes off the fucking rails in volume eight because he believes that lie. he desperately needs to eat and sleep and take it easy while his body recuperates from losing an arm, but mettle can make all of that pain and exhaustion fade away—only it doesn’t actually. the physiological need is still there, getting worse for every minute he spends neglecting it. all through volume seven it’s building up and up until it hits a critical mass after he flays his arm and his cognitive functioning just fucking implodes because his brain physically does not have what it needs to work correctly anymore and the result is this sudden explosion of acute irrationality and emotional lability that just keeps rapidly getting worse and worse and worse because ironwood keeps trying to brute force his way through it with mettle.

i have done this. it sucks. for me the stakes were high school so it mostly looked like a prolonged meltdown and some screaming fights over college applications, but the underlying psychological mechanism driving ironwood’s dramatic tailspin is exactly hyperfocus run amok. in its worst extremity unmanaged hyperfocus is just a horribly destructive and insidious form of self-harm and it will make you completely fucking batshit until you stop.

#and like the tragedy of it all is he comes so close #SO CLOSE. #to receiving the support he needs #other shoulders to carry the burden so he can rest #and stop doing this to himself #and then watts fries his arm #and cinder leaves her little calling card #and it’s too much #so he just fucking shatters

[dee-the-red-witch]

Trans Day of Remembrance

CW's: gun violence, and a whole lot of personal rage. It's our day of remembering those we've lost. Those taken from us too soon, of which there are far too many.

It's a day I wasn't planning to celebrate or post about at all. I haven't actually, to my knowledge, lost anyone I know in my circles of friends/family. I don't work as a freelance journalist anymore, haven't in years. I shouldn't be having to cover news, much less news like this. And then, Colorado happened last night. I won't link the story here or name the killer, and right now, we don't have identities for the victims.

And already I'm seeing the same speculations that happen every time there's one of these incidents.

That the killer was mentally ill. That he himself was closeted somehow. That there was nothing that could have been done. That these were the actions of a lone individual. None of which is true or matters. If there was no targeted campaign of hate against LGBTQ+ folk, this wouldn't have happened. If hatemongers were properly curtailed and deplatformed online, this wouldn't have happened. If we fucking did ANYTHING about gun culture in this country, this wouldn't have happened. If people were taught that you don't need to hate and kill what you fear, this wouldn't have happened. If so much of mainstream culture wasn't a toxic pile of hatred, this wouldn't have happened. If politicians that supposedly support us actually did anything other than make us an issue to swing poll numbers with, this wouldn't have happened. If we, en masse, and I mean you too, dear cis/straight reader, pressured society to actually DO A GODDAMN THING this wouldn't have happened.

But you didn't, so all we have once more is grief and rage and pain as yet more lives are taken from this community far too soon. According to the Human Rights commission, 32 people were murdered so far this year solely for being trans. Those numbers, of course, don't include last night. And those numbers always tend to run low, because of inaccuracies in reporting or deliberate attempts to cover up the fact that victim was transgender. That's just in the United States. Worldwide, the numbers are far higher. And as always, the numbers disproportionately affect trans people of color far more than any other demographic.  

This should be radicalizing you. The fact that it hasn't is even more infuriating. If you're our allies, quit speculating on a killer that wanted us dead. Amplify our voices instead so that the world sees us as human and not a fearful monsters to be killed. Raise your own voices as well to help change policy, to get all of us the protections and rights we deserve.

Do me a favor today- don't give in to speculating about a brainwashed man who decided to murder multiple people and shout down those who do. I'll be posting their names following this paragraph, but here's the full article covering those who lost their lives so far this year. Go read it. Sit with it. BE UNCOMFORTABLE ABOUT IT. And make changes so it doesn't happen again.

In memoriam:

Amariey Lei

Duval Princess

Cypress Ramos

Naomie Skinner

Matthew Angelo Spampinato

Paloma Vazquez

Tatiana Labelle

Kathryn "Katie" Newhouse

Kenyatta "Kesha" Webster

Miia Love Parker

Ariyanna Mitchell

Fern Feather

Ray Muscat

Nedra Sequence Morris

Chanelika Y'ella Dior Hemingway

Sasha Mason

Brazil Johnson

Shawmaynè Giselle Marie

Kitty Monroe

Martasia Richmond

Keshia Chanel Geter

Cherry Bush

Marisela Castro

Hayden Davis

Kandii Reed

Aaron Lynch

Maddie Hofmann

Dede Ricks

Mya Allen

Acey Morrison

Semaj Billingslea

Tiffany Banks

Let their memories be a blessing. And let us do better.

#trans day of remembrance

[deludedfantasy]

Trimax Vol 4 Ch 5-7

My thoughts for the last half of this volume! I read part of this at like 1 am because I just couldn’t stop so if some of this is incoherent...that’s why.

Ch5

Wolfwood announcing the remaining Gung Ho Guns as if this is common information and something anyone should know if they weren’t part of the group…where’s that post about him being a bad liar. 

The problem with having a character that fights using music or a musical instrument is there’s no cool way to do it. I’m sorry, Midvalley is just over here playing careless whisper and the windows explode. It’s a look, but is it cool? Questionable.

Wait, I take it back? What the hell did he just do to Wolfwood??? Did he just make his brain bleed? Knock him out? Liquify his organs? What???

Oh no, Milly :(

Is she just scared or is someone using their powers to hold her back?

Vash said, “Fuck off with your coins. I’m not playing your games.”

Hoppred, I think you’re projecting a bit, because that is not the face of a man who is enjoying this fight, at all. 

The problem with having watched Tristamp first is I can’t remember who knows what at this point in the manga, and I forgot Meryl doesn’t know about Knives or that he’s Vash’s brother. Also, goddamn, Vash, you really need to tell your friends things because it is not fair for them to follow you blindly into your quest without even knowing who you’re going after. And then have the villains reveal your backstory to them! It’s a bad look, dude.

Ch6

Oooh, more Vash backstory, maybe? Always up for more Vash backstory. 

The fights with the Gung Ho Guns are getting more and more personal. First Leonof, and now Hoppred, who’s talking about revenge and July. This is going to be deliciously painful, I can tell.

Hoppred is crying from all of his eye holes??? Oh my god.

Oh, it takes much longer for Meryl (and the reader, to a certain extent) to learn Vash is an independent Plant here than in Tristamp. And it’s worse here in a way because Meryl finds out from an enemy, not from Vash directly. Not only is she in an already upsetting situation, but now someone is giving her information that explains so much about Vash and she can’t even say they’re lying to hurt her because it makes too much sense. 

It’s also interesting that, unlike in Tristamp, after the Big Fall, Vash stayed with Knives for years before striking out on his own and deciding to help humans. He must feel so complicit in humanity’s suffering because of that. 

Ah yeah, Meryl looks really scared and fucked up by this revelation.

Milly hears “black-suited moron” and immediately comes running. She’s like, “There’s only one person who that could be!”

Really not liking what Wolfwood’s saying here. It sounds like he’s about to go on a rampage. 

Uh-oh, is that Knives coming to join the party?

Ch7

Vash starting to remember July is so, so painful.

These panels where everything looks like eyes: the moon in the sky, the explosion of power in July, with Vash’s eye focused in the middle. It works really well as a transition for him remembering.

Seeing Vash calling himself a murderer, feeling like there’s no atonement or way for him to move forward, it feels so wrong. It hurts so badly whenever he starts to doubt his own beliefs and ideals. They make up so much of his life that it really underscores how much he hates himself and what he did. 

Flippant comments about knowing the angel of death and how they’re coming for him—this man has a death wish unlike any other I’ve seen in fiction. 

But I do love when Vash lets the rage take over. Because despite his pacifism, he’s actually full of it! I’d actually argue his anger is what’s behind those ideals. His anger at Knives, at what he’s done, at the world, at himself, it feeds his want to do better. It makes it all the more poignant that he refuses to kill when he very much so wants to. 

He’s willing to tear Hoppred apart if he gets in his way. Anything that keeps him from getting his revenge on Knives, not only for the Big Fall and Rem, but for July and every terrible deed he’s done, there is enough anger in him that he would kill for that. 

Whether Wolfwood was trying to provoke Milly so he could knock her out or he’s actually serious about leaving Meryl behind, that’s a dick move. And I know he knows it, which makes it worse. The chorus of random bystanders is right, “Booooooo.”

They’re purposefully being drawn into some kind of trap and a new, not-before-seen Gung Ho Gun is on the scene. I’m scared. 

Oh, cliffhanger ending, wonderful. Even though I’ve already read this, I might start the next volume this weekend and read ahead a little because I cannot be left in suspense after all of this.

#trigun #trigunbookclub

[sharkneto]

73 for the wrapped game. Five vs his environment 🤠

Our cheeky little ruse like we weren't talking about this prompt/result last night when I was supposed to be going to bed ;) But tis for you, friend.

Spotify Wrapped writing prompt game

#73 is No Glory in the West - Orville Peck, which makes me think of, well, the West and that means cowboys and cowboys means horses and horses means Five vs his greatest enemy. So, some backstory for that alluded to moment in the Horse Fic -

cw horse death

Five frowns down at the problem.

Un-fucking-believable.

He’s been in some pinches. Been in some ridiculous situations, between his half-hazy memories of the Academy days and the much clearer memories of the past couple years working for the Commission.

This one might take the goddamn cake, though.

“No,” he tells the horse he’s staring down at, like that’s going to fix its obviously broken leg. It snorts at him, brown side heaving as its eye rolls. It thrashes a little, whether in pain or in a sad attempt to get up on its three functional legs, he isn’t sure.

What he is sure about is that he is still miles from the podunk little town his target is in. He pulls her picture from his pocket, a careful sketch made by the Analytics department because she’s not a person important enough to have gotten her picture taken by an actual camera. What she needs to die for he’s not really sure, he stopped paying attention to that bit of information long ago, somewhere after his twentieth job. What he does pay attention to is the Where and When and Who, and Analytics only got two of those right on this trip and he knows the Handler’s answer to him trying to contact them about that is a sickly sweet then figure it out, so that’s what he did.

Got the woman’s actual address from some too trusting and loud-mouthed men at the saloon, and then got a horse to ride the goddamn prairie for thirty miles to get to the next goddamn town where she better be. He’s already hours later than the estimated completion time, which isn’t his fault but he’ll get blamed for anyway. Sure, he can teleport. Not thirty goddamn miles, though.

Five sighs again as the horse writhes, graceful neck arching as sweat froths on its dark chestnut hide.

It is a beautiful animal. Dumb and inefficient, but he can appreciate that about it at least. It screams again as its thrashing knocks its bad leg.

He knows the leg is broken, felt the lurch and heard the terrible snap as the horse stepped in a poorly-covered prairie dog hole. Blinked off as it fell, safely out of the way from being crushed and at least with the presence of mind to have grabbed the briefcase with him so he still has a way out of frontier. This won’t be his manifest destiny, no fucking thank you.

He runs a hand over his mustache, the dust that covers every inch of him gritty under his fingers.

There really isn’t anything more he can do. He’s within technical walking distance of whatever that little town is. He has the briefcase, he has his gun, he has a bit of food and water.

There’s nothing he can do for this horse except put it out of its misery.

He’ll have to fill in paperwork for the expended bullet, but he can put up with that if it means not leaving the beast to slowly starve and die an agonizing death in the middle of this nothing. Or a much quicker agonizing death when the coyotes come by it in the night.

If Analytics had only done their goddamn research. Either gotten him the right town or the right date for when she still lived in the first town. But no, so now he’s here fixing their mistake for them and has to deal with this.

No use putting it off. The sun is already dipping low in the sky and he has miles to cover now on his own.

Five sets the briefcase down to pull one of his pistols from its holster. He steps to the animal’s head; it’s stopped thrashing again, is now laying quiet in the dirt and breathing heavily. It looks up at him with its big brown eye, ringed with white.

He grimaces down at it. “Sorry,” he tells it, genuine. It shouldn’t have been with him to begin with. Should have lived to step in a hole a different day.

The bang from the gun echoes through the vast emptiness of the prairie.

Five spends another few seconds staring down at the now-still form. The glassy eye stares back at him, unseeing.

That’s that.

He nods to the horse, not that it cares (now or when it was alive), and then turns to gather up his meager supplies. Not a lot of water, but he’s gone farther with less. Same with the food. The briefcase is going to be a pain in his ass to carry. He is thankful he was able to talk Tailoring down from the ridiculous boots they tried to put him in for this much more sensible pair, and that he wasn’t able to talk them out of the stupid hat he wears; its large brim has been doing good work to keep the sun off his face and neck.

Leaving the horse’s body behind him, Five starts on his way. If he was paying proper attention (he’s always paying proper attention), the horse got him a good seventeen miles before it kicked it. That leaves him with fourteen to go on foot. Not terrible. If he wasn’t getting such a late start, he could do that in a day. As it is, he’ll probably only be able to get six or so done before he’ll have to make camp.

So, he’ll get there tomorrow. Around noon. If he’s lucky, one Emilia Bragshot will be in town doing her shopping. If he’s not, it’s only another couple miles to her farm. Done by late afternoon and back to the Commission in time for dinner.

Not bad.

In the meantime, he has a long way to walk and lots of time to fill with working on the math.

He’s getting close. He can feel it.

Maybe a few hours of walking is just what it needs.

#there is One Important Detail that I hope you all pick up on #re: what five is wearing #but this was fun sail #i dont write canon five as much these days with finishing up jt and i even more rarely write Old Five #tua #number five #five hargreeves #tua fic #the umbrella academy #cw animal death #ficlet

[direwombat]

“Eyes on me at all times, sweetheart.” + jacob/syb mayhaps <3

technically this is more of a followup to a fic that i have partially drafted, but since the porn spirits possessed me with this one, it's coming out first

tags/warnings: bondage, dom/sub, collars, vaginal sex, rough sex, creampie, orgasm delay/denial, light dacryphilia, implied squirting, and also some aftercare

wrapped (not in linen or lace, but leather) | explicit | ~2.1k | on ao3

It had taken some negotiating on Jacob’s part, but in the end, Sybille had agreed to the collar. She doesn’t wear it everywhere, of course. She isn’t exactly open about her relationship with the man she’s spent the better part of a month trying to subdue, and the last thing she needs is Adelaide — who would definitely recognize the choker for what it is — asking questions about it. She thinks she would actually curl up and die if she ever had to have that conversation.

So instead, whenever she isn’t at their cabin or his office at the Veterans Center, she wears a necklace. A simple chain with a cross pendant around her neck. It’s subtle enough to claim it’s a representation of her faith, while bold enough to carry the weight of what it actually means. That she’s taken. Bound. Chained to the person who manipulates the clasp, because she isn’t allowed to do it herself. 

She supposes there’s really nothing stopping her from disobeying and taking it off when she’s in the Valley or Henbane, but somehow it would feel wrong to do so. 

But when it’s just the two of them, she lets Jacob slip the chain from her neck and replace it with a leather collar instead. It rests snug against the pale column of her throat, loose enough that she never worries about her breath, but tight enough that she can never forget it’s there. When she wears it, she’s owned. 

And to make matters worse, she likes it.

If you’d asked her not long after the Reaping if she’d ever let a man treat her like this, her answer would have been an adamant and resounding “Hell, no.”

Yet, here she lay, her wrists bound above her head to the bed-frame with her own goddamned handcuffs as Jacob Seed fucks into her like a demon. She doesn’t know what it is about him that makes her act like this. It’s not as if his technique is anything special. He fucks her hard and he fucks her fast, all rough touches and biting teeth, but somehow, it makes her feel like her brain is leaking out through her cunt. 

There’s a raw power to him, a sheer animosity, that he isn’t afraid to embrace. Nobody, man or woman, has ever taken her own strength as a challenge and the way he succeeds in wrestling her into submission is oddly refreshing. 

And hot as fuck. 

The coils of the bed squeak obnoxiously beneath the thin mattress, and the headboard bangs loudly against the cabin wall. He hits that sweet spot inside of her with an almost pointed aggression. It rips a ragged groan from her throat and her eyes roll back into her skull. Her back arches violently, pressing as much of herself as she can against him. One of his hands snakes underneath her, holding her hips in place as he wrings every ounce of pleasure from her body. 

Her eyes squeeze shut, head falling back and her hands gripping the bars of the headboard, desperate to hold onto something as he uses her. But just as her head makes contact with the pillow, there’s a strong tug on her collar, yanking her back towards him. She gasps and her eyes fly open to find that Jacob has hooked his fingers through the D-ring sewn into the leather. 

Without breaking his pace, he crashes his lips roughly against hers. His tongue fucks into her mouth before he bites down on her lower lip and pulls away. “You know the rules,” he growls, dragging his teeth over the line of her jaw and sucking a bruise that she’s somehow gonna have to pass off as either the result of a fist fight or getting popped with the butt of a gun. “Eyes on me at all times, sweetheart. Look at me when I’m fucking you.”

He punctuates it with a particularly hard thrust. She bites back a whimpering moan as his cock drags just right against her walls. Heat coils in her gut and her poor, neglected clit throbs almost painfully. The sounds he pulls from her are broken and undignified, and fuck hearing herself make them only turns her on even more. 

He keeps his fingers hooked through her collar and he leans his forehead against hers. His breath is hot and wet against her face, and his pupils are blown wide with lust. Ragged moans and growls rumble in his throat and chest. She clenches around him, bucking her hips seeking any kind of friction against her clit, but her pleas go ignored. He just smiles wickedly at her, all teeth and teasing mirth. 

Sybille whimpers again, tugging fruitlessly at her restraints. All she wants is to bury her face in his shoulder and cum, but he’s not letting her do either of those things. He keeps her gaze locked on his, and it’s too much. Too intense. She wants to look away. She wants to touch herself. But both those things are against the rules, and the way Jacob holds her in place, make them impossible. 

He kisses her again, a bit more gently this time, and she shudders in his grasp. “You gettin’ close, Jackrabbit?” he asks, his voice harsh and rasping. “You gonna cum? You gonna fall apart around my cock?”

God, he has no right sounding as good as he does, all rough and ragged, like he’s barely hanging on by a thread himself. “Jacob,” she whines. “Please.”

And cruelly, he slows his thrusting, lazily moving in and out of her. He releases his hold on her collar, in favor of letting his hands roam, but he never touches her where she needs him to. “I know you can beg better than that, angel,” he grunts. “Tell me what you need.” A hand comes to rest warm over the scar tissue of her lower abdomen. It’s just enough pressure to get her bucking harder against him, so close and yet so far to where she wants him. 

“Fuck, Jacob,” she cries, and were she more aware of herself, she’d be appalled by the actual tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes. She rattles against her cuffs and rocks her hips in a feeble attempt to get him to start moving faster. “Touch me. Please. I need to cum. Fuck, Jacob, I need to cum so bad.”

He hums mockingly and leans in to lick the tears from her face. “You’ve been more convincing, but the crying is a nice touch.”

She’s not proud of the sound she makes at that. A desperate groan of frustration that feels like her ribs are cracking open. He plays her like she’s a goddamned instrument, and she would hate it if it didn’t feel so goddamn good. “I need you to fuck me,” she tries again. “I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk. I need you to make me cum so hard I can’t fucking see, please, Jacob. Jacob.”

A slow, lecherous smile creeps across his face and the hand not on her abdomen comes to rest at her throat, his fingers dancing across the leather. “That’s better,” he purrs, and fucking finally, he touches her. He thumbs rough, tight circles over her clit as he pounds into her without mercy. She pants into his open mouth, and her head falls back again only for him to hook his finger through the D-ring once more. “Nuh-uh,” he tuts. “You look at me when you cum. Wanna see those pretty fucking eyes when you come undone.”

Her face somehow flushes even more, and she opens her mouth to say something in response, but all that comes out is a fucking squeal. He rolls her clit brutally between two fingers. The feeling of him inside her, his hands against her skin, the intensity of his unwavering stare — her jaw locks in a silent scream, as he winds her tighter than she ever thought possible. Shrill whimpering sounds are punched from her, heat spools in her belly, and she’s so close to crashing over the edge. 

But he hasn’t told her she could yet. 

Her vision blurs with tears and she blinks them away, swallows thickly. “Jacob, sir, please.”

“You waitin’ for permission, sweetheart?”

“Yes, sir,” she gasps.

“Good girl,” he says, and then with the same authority a General would command his troops, he gives her the order she’s been waiting for. “Cum.”

She shrieks as she writhes beneath and seizes around him. Obeying his orders, her eyes never leave him, and even though they go wide, she can’t see a damn thing. Her vision goes white and her ears pop with the force of her orgasm, and she’s not sure whether the stutter in his hips is due to him being close too or if she’s simply gripping him so tight he’s struggling to move. 

The next thing Sybille knows, she’s limp against the mattress, breathing heavily and so wet with both his cum and her own that she feels like she’s pissed herself. Either that or her brains really are leaking out of her sore and abused cunt. They certainly aren’t in her head anymore. 

She moans, distantly aware of Jacob pulling out of her and undoing her handcuffs. Her wrists fall onto the pillows above her head, and she blinks dumbly at him. He’s speaking to her, but she can’t quite make out what he’s saying over the ringing in her ears. Her entire lower body feels numb, and she groans as he presses down on her abdomen again, causing her muscles to tense and making her squeeze out more slick and cum. 

Slowly, the world comes back into focus, just in time for her to accept the canteen of water Jacob holds to her lips. He looks at her with incredulous amazement, an astounded smile tugging at his lips. “So that’s what does it for ya, huh?” he asks. 

She barks a laugh and drinks her fill. “Guess so,” she answers. “Might’ve liked a bit more attention paid to my nipples, but overall? Yeah, that was good.”

“Noted,” Jacob nods with a smile, and he settles back onto the bed beside her. He takes a moment to rummage through the bedside table drawers and pulls out a roll of gauze along with some rubbing alcohol. Tugging gently at her raw and bleeding wrists, he treats the shallow cuts. One of these days she’ll figure out how to steal a pair of fuzzy ones from Adelaide. Hot pink or leopard print may not quite be their style, but beggars can’t be choosers. It’s not like she can order a pair online anymore and the closest sex shop is the next county over.

He finishes wrapping the bandages and she curls against him, throwing her arm around his waist. Her head comes to rest against his chest. He clicks his tongue, but she squeezes him tighter, refusing to let him go and leaning harder into the solid warmth of his body. “You know the rules,” she hums, her eyelids suddenly growing heavy. “I let you do shit like that to me, you gotta hold me for a bit afterwards.”

She feels his chest rise and fall with a heavy sigh, but his arms wrap around her and one of his hands comes to play with her hair. “You like it when I fuck you like that,” he says.

“Uh-huh,” she hums, “And you like it when I trust you enough to let you. This is part of that.”

He says nothing, but he presses a kiss to the top of her head. If he truly hates holding her like she’s some weak, fragile thing to protect, he has her fooled. She listens to his heartbeat as it slows, enjoying the silence and his company. But for as loose and fucked out as she is, she can’t quite relax. Not completely. 

“Hey, Jacob?”

"Mm-hmm?"

“Can you loosen the collar?” she asks. “Doesn’t have to be a lot. Just…just a little.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” he says, and he slips the leather through the metal buckle at the nape of her neck. He only loosens it by a size or two, but it’s enough to alleviate the pressure around her throat. 

“Thank you,” she sighs.

He just hums in response, pulling himself away from her just long enough to pull the covers up from where they had fallen to the ground, and dragging the blankets over their bodies. Sleep doesn’t normally come easily to either of them, but here in the afterglow, Sybille’s eyes drift shut, and she lets the sound of Jacob’s steady heartbeat and slowing breathing lull her into a well needed dreamless oblivion. 

#jacob seed x female deputy #jacob seed x deputy #jacob seed x female oc #jacob seed x oc #oc: deputy sybille la roux #my fic #happy SINday everyone #technically i finished this at ass-o'clock in the morning last night but waited to post it #anyway i defs churned this one out faster than i thought i would so uh. sorry for any mistakes lmao #r: fragile creatures

[knowlesian]

thinking about ed, and walls that become cages.

because we know ed is young when he kills his father; we can assume he’s just as young when he leaves home. young when he has to start fending for himself and keep the world not just at a distance but learn to bite back without crossing the fine line between being somebody’s eventual and immediate c.o.d.

that takes control. it takes a certain amount of planning. it takes understanding that people see what they want to see unless they’re looking carefully or you give them a reason to do otherwise.

because there’s no reason to disbelieve ed, when he confesses that to stede; we can have our own take on if he's defining murder right, but when it comes to ed the character with his own internal moral structure, he defines it so that the last person he killed personally was his father.

so the years with hornigold, pirate frat bro’ing it up with jack: nobody figures it out. he leaves home barely more than a kid, grows into a man in a culture where his line there would be anything but the accepted norm, and as far as we know nobody ever figures it out. he becomes the legend, he makes izzy his first mate; nobody knows.

he presents himself as blackbeard: legendary pirate. the kraken is his private shame, the thing he tells himself in his worst moments, and ed is who he is when he’s alone. blackbeard bridges the gap, in some ways, at the same time it protects him.

who would think blackbeard doesn’t kill? it’s ludicrous. he’s born of the devil. a million knives and guns and a head made of smoke. he has made himself so motherfucking scary all it takes is the evocation of his imagined wrath to make people surrender.

like ed said: he doesn’t even need to be on the ship.

the parts of piracy ed enjoyed— thinking fast in new ways and not the same old shit, equally new daring adventures, buckling some swashes and having gay sex via swordfights literal and colloquial that aren’t weird and depressing— are now basically all off the table.

he doesn't have to do much but run from one easy win to the next, maybe plot a daring escape in between, but it’s all the fucking same. he built blackbeard to protect himself; his secrets, his tender underbelly. and then he built blackbeard as a channel for his very real anger, because among the many rational responses to a lifetime of unfair bullshit is being pissed off about it.

violence isn’t ed’s instinct, but push people far enough and they push back. physical violence absolutely provided him a shield (nobody suspects the guy who chops off toes and make people eat them of not liking murder, because... that’s fucking terrifying holy shit that is MURDER BASEMENT territory, if you don't know all the secrets ed told stede, or we as an audience saw in flashback)  but it also provided an outlet for that anger.

he's older now; still angry, because the world is still fucked up, but no longer satisfied channeling everything into the same old expected patterns and only letting his other impulses bleed in around the edges until the world (or izzy) reminds him to pull it back in and be who he is supposed to be.

this is the problem of becoming blackbeard so nobody will be able to see ed, and the things he doesn’t want them to see; self-fucking-fulfilling prophecy. he needed blackbeard, once upon a time, but he’s outgrown blackbeard. it always hurt him, but it used to give him things he needed. 

the utility’s gone. all being blackbeard does is hurt him now and he wants to figure himself out beyond the boundaries of his legend but he built the foundations of said legend so well knocking them over also involves toppling pillars of identities that aren't even his.

it is an absolute goddamned pickle of a bitch of a Situation. i enjoy these writers a lot but also: ow?

#edward teach: consistently breaking my heart #the level of thought he would have had to put into crafting that image #especially when he was on hornigold's crew #his control is INTENSE #that's why i see the bathtub scene as singular in nature #i very much doubt ed allows izzy to see that shit because i doubt he allows anyone to see that shit #he keeps his image SO tightly regulated #honestly there's p some sad commentary on influencer culture in there #but i am too tired to piece it together #ohhhh ed. his level of control is like: take a break baby #just let somebody hug you please

[ar1-thecat]

Incorrect Quotes from my FNAF AU

Roxy, teaching Charlie to drive: Okay, you're driving and Bonnie and Freddy walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?  Charlie: Oh, definitely Freddy. I could never hurt Bonnie.  Roxy, massaging their temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

Gregory: Where are you going?  Roxy: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one!  Chica: I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday!  Charlie , knowing full well that Chica got Roxy an engagement ring: *eating popcorn* 

Roxy: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out.  Chica: Fucking Charlie and Gregory were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

Charlie: WHO ATE MY BREAD?!  Charlie: I'M GOING TO FUCKING K-  Gregory: I did?  Charlie: Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't been eating anything today Gregory.  *walking away*  Gregory: Gregory : They’re gone Michael.  Michael, coming out the closet with bread stuffed in their mouth: Twankh uh!

Freddy : What did you guys get in your yearbook?  Roxy: 'Prettiest Smile'  Chica: 'Nicest Personality'  Monty: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'  Bonnie: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Roxy: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions?  Chica: Put spaghetti in it.  Roxy: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you.  Michael: Put spaghetti in it.  Roxy: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two.  Bonnie: Put spaghetti in it.  Roxy: I am no longer taking suggestions.

Michael: OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT?! TIME OUT! GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE! GET UP THERE! Charlie, climbing: THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!

Gregory: Do you ever get pre-annoyed? Like you already know someone is going to piss you off? Charlie: What? No, I— Vanessa: *enters room* Charlie: *jaw clenches*

Vanessa: You know, studies show that keeping a ladder in the house is more dangerous than a loaded gun.  Vanessa: That's why I own TEN guns.  Vanessa: Just in case some maniac tries to sneak in with a ladder. Freddy: Freddy: Please go to bed.

Charlie, tearing up the room: Where are they?  Charlie, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children?  Charlie: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.

(side note: that was from the generator but I know that is a quote from one of ranboos videos where he bakes a cake XD go check it out)

Freddy: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.  Monty: But are you shuffling?  Freddy: Everyday.  Gregory: What language are you two speaking??

Gregory: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Freddy's birthday invitations.  Monty: Well, what are they supposed to say?  Gregory : "Freddy's birthday".  Monty: So, what do they say instead?  Gregory : "Freddy’s bi".  Monty:  Monty: Works out either way.

Gregory : The Ocean is a soup.  Bonnie:  Bonnie: Do elaborate.  Gregory : What are needed for something to be a soup?  Bonnie: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.   Gregory : *Tilts head*  Bonnie: The Ocean is a Soup.  Gregory : The Ocean is a Soup. Vanessa: …

Michael: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it.  Michael: And I started thinking.  Michael: Like, it was just trying to get food.  Michael: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck?  Vanessa: Are you ok?

Gregory , washing the dishes: Who the fuck used this pan??  Gregory : Wait. I the fuck used this pan…  Michael: It was you the fuck.  Gregory : It was I the fuck…  Chica: Who cooks rice in a pan?  Michael: They the fuck.

Sun: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined. Moon: Heck. Sun: You're on thin fucking ice. Sun: Oh no-

Charlie: Here you go, Michael, a nice hot cup of coffee! Michael: It's cold. Charlie: A nice cup of coffee. Michael: It's horrible! Charlie: Cup of coffee. Michael: I'm not sure if this even IS coffee. Charlie: C U P.

Sun: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling? Moon: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Gregory? Gregory: Probably “road work ahead”. Freddy: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

Freddy: Thanks to Roxy, Gregory has recently taken up swearing Bonnie: In what regard? Freddy: Yesterday he referred to bedtime as a "fucking crisis"

Freddy: You're a loose cannon, Charlie.  Charlie: No, I'm not. I'm a cannon maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?  Roxy: I think you play by your own rules.  Chica: No way, they think rules were made to be broken. Freddy: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.  Charlie: No, I'm just a reckless renegade. Monty is a loose cannon. Monty: *smashes a chair*

Charlie: Hey, Vanessa! Vanessa: Yeah? Charlie: What’s your favourite color in the alphabet? True or false? Vanessa: Vanessa: ….What?

Roxy: My future partner needs to be strong, intelligent, successful, and organised Chica: *Accidentally steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop on their knees and sob while apologising profusely* Roxy: That one. I want that one.

#fnaf #fnaf secruity breach #fnaf charlie #fnaf charlotte #charlie emily #fnaf incorrect quotes #fnaf security breach incorrect quotes #fnaf sb #fnaf pizzeria simulator #fnaf security breach #sb au #fnaf security breach au #fnaf au #incorrect quotes #incorrect fnaf quotes #fnaf glamrock freddy #glamrock chica #fnaf montgomery gator #monty gator #roxy wolf #roxy x chica #freddy x bonnie x monty #five nights at freddys #gregory x charlie is not a thing do not say it fucking is >:( #they are simply besties #fnaf michael afton #fnaf vanessa #fnaf charlie emily #fnaf roxanne wolf #fnaf roxanne

[lunaticus-platina]

Another analysis about Travis' terrible, terrible social skill. And what Oc I'll possibly need to assign him so the whole disaster gets prevented and his sunshine of a niece doesn't get killed cuz IF IT IS A CHOICE BASED GAME I NEED ALL THE OPTIONS. ALL KILL ROUTE AVAILABLE WHERE'S MY ALL LIVE ROUTE

Travis' horrible communication skill brought so many troubles but it so endearing.

Giving them poems, of all things. Instead of just telling them. So goddamn cautious, keeps asking questions, keeps testing them, keeps feeling them out, clearly, he doesn't even wanna be near the holding cells, it's the last place he wanna be. Guilt eats him alive.

Maybe they'll cooperate. Help me out. The sooner the curse is over, the sooner I can let them out. My family don't need to know. No one will believe these two, anyway.

Meaningless interrogation just to see how they react. His back to the cell, gun plain in sight, just waiting for Laura to reach for it, seeing if she'll go for it. 'Really.' At Max's poor attempt at escape. Assessing them the entire time.

I wonder why he hides so much. His default response is clamming up. He only ever says 'long story' and never elaborates. Has he never had anyone to talk to or smth? His family's horrible so it kinda makes sense. He always tries to solve everything on his own. Do things his way. Doesn't even talk to Laura and just cuffs her roughly to the pipe, manhandles the two.

What he needs:

1. Someone intuitive since he won't say a damn, gotta read him and the situation like a book. Or persuasive and got a goddamn degree in negotiation, so he'll open up enough to spill.

2. Someone who got his back. Got knows he needs it. Being the only police officer around the area must be tough too, despite the 'small quiet town' rep, we all know the entire forest is fking cursed.

3. Charmer. Or at the very least polite and sweet. FUCK YOU CONSTANCE ahem. Sorry. The man seems to have smth against name calling, cuz, you know, that one screeching lady in his family that degrades him like no other, and 'his ma' said he likes to flash his badge around or smth, and while I hate that woman, Travis does seem to like it when his position is respected, cuz he takes his job pretty seriously.

So whenever he does the 'right thing', or tries his hardest, it'll be nice to have his personal emotional support person that points out all his good deeds and appreciates them. He's a providing type, after all.

4. Someone huggable. He needs to be hugged as many times as possible. Just cuddle and sleep. By god let him sleep.

5. Someone who fking listens to him when he tells them to. Like, not blindly obedient, but Laura, maybe if a menacing cop warns you not to go somewhere, maybe not risk it? One night at Harbinger Motel wouldn't have killed you. When someone looks at me that seriously and tells me not to do smth, I usually assume there's a good reason. And usually I'm right.

6. Someone who can call him out on his bs. Cuz the man can be so dense sometimes. No you can't just lock up two American citizens for 2 months and not tell them shit. That is way too close to the cell, relocate her if you don't want to come back to find bits of her face lying on the ground.

7. Someone who's at least moderately social and talkative, with quick wits, so they can cover him where he fails. If you tell someone NOT to do smthing, Travis, without telling them WHY, guess what happens? Yeah. They ain't fucking around to find out, if you say the camp's closed, private property, bear sighting, and probably spook them with little bit of wild animal attacks around the area. Not too hard is it.

8. Who's just as determined. Because he admires strong dedication. Once he sees they're ride or die, he'll be hooked.

9. Someone who understands the importance of family, and also the danger of dysfunctional ones. He knows no one person is supposed to look after an entire family. So he needs someone who understands why he does what he does, but point out that his family's supposed to look out for him, too.

He struggles between duty and family, so if someone helps him find a healthier balance in-between, he'll be so relieved.

10. Someone who knows how to deal with his darker aspects. He ain't no saint is he? With enough pressure he can get nasty too. Towards anyone, especially to himself. Someone who can 'handle' that evil in him will get to enjoy a good man Travis who has that part of himself conquered.

There are probably more things I gotta look through. But I'm starting to get the picture. I got just the right person for you, Sheriff.

Hopefully pairing a police officer with ex-convict won't give him too much of a headache.

#travis hackett #the quarry #sheriff hackett #character study #character analysis #writing #rant #my ocs #oc code: lumber #oc lumber #my writing #headcannon #fanfiction idea

[alligatorjesie]

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.

Whoa there Sparky. How about you take a minute and wipe some of the saliva froth off the keyboard there because it looks like your fingers slipped a few times.

So, what you're telling me is you're a 300 kill confirmed member of the navy seals, one of the highest ranked snipers in your class, presumably an adult man if any of this is true, and you're going to use all this skill and power of death and murder at the snap of your fingers to uhhh... Lemme check here again Take out a single furry reylo on the internet who told you to get the fuck out of the tags to a fandom you're not a part of if you're going to act like a complete set of cock and balls? I absolutely adore how vague this rant is. You're gonna have to be way more specific about what I called you and when because this is tumblr and I call a lot of people a lot of things on here. But I only ever yell at antis so either this is horseshit which is way more likely than the second option which is this full grown adult ass man who has killed a little less than a third of the people the whole United States Police departments have fatally shot in the last year (over 1,080 by the way) is just cruising tumblr and being a part of shipping wars and using all the deadly powers he gained from killing innocent people overseas to threaten death to women just trying to enjoy a fictional ship without dealing with harassment.

You need a whole secret network of spies to do what any neckbeard can do in their own basement for free? This sounds like a massive waste of resources. I guess the navy seals don't have courses on doxxing. I don't think you need a whole ass network of spies of that shit yo, not when darthpussy69 on any random star wars forums can do it in like a minute.

You can't even figure out you only need to press send once for the post to go through. Bitch you can hardly figure out how to use fucking tumblr. I don't believe you can shoot a gun, much less accurately. You know better yet, how about you re-send this 5 more times using your actual account because I wanna see the person who typed this out. I'll bet like 100 bucks and one free smut drawing by yours truly that this is a teenage girl. Butt hay guys! We gotta update the banner yaaaaay!

If we're playing pretend I wanna be a real anthro alligator brought to life by hell magic and I can breath fire. My fursona can't breath fire and I feel like it was a really wasted opportunity.

#Anti Talk #reylo #furry #I've gotten some mean death threats #this is a funny one I wish they were all like this

[fxcf]

Holy Shit, why does the majority of this Fandom have the IQ of a wet Potato Chip?

Howdy folks, it's me! The guy with a mask who may or may not be stealing your kneecaps sometime within the timeframe of last week.

So, MHA. That funky little manga and anime that is basically the foundation of my entire Online Prescience. I very much so enjoy it.

But the fandom, on the other hand, god damn can it be dumb. And I'mma talk about the things that fans think is Religious Text that is, in actuality, dumb as all flying Fuck.

So, let us begin!

~Part 1: The Hate of All Might.

I hate the fandom's treatment of All Might. A annoying Majority on AO3 have the accursed Anti-Might Tags, such as "All Might is a Bad Teacher", and "All Might is a Idiot". These tags are fucking stupid.

Yagi Toshiorni is a damn fine teacher when it doesn't come to OFA, and you can't blame him on his failures at teaching OFA to Izuku due to his Own form of training from Gran Torino being mostly, quite abusive. Effective, but we'll get to that later on (:

Now, the fandom has a big issue with another "issue" involving All Might, that being him "Crushing" Izuku's dreams.

Ah, Ba-ba-ba-Bullshit.

Izuku's dream was already crushed, and had been for fucking Years. If anything, All Might let Izuku down softer than even his own goddamn Mother! He was looking out for a kid who had no special bullshit power in a world where the average person has the power to either crush a building with their Mind, ignite someone from half a kilometer away, or even something mundane as a 8 hour erection, and said world also having a unnaturally high Crime Rate from hell.

And need I break out the List Of Deaths I made a long time ago, using the potentiality of who in 1-A would end up dead if Izuku never got OFA and got into UA? If Izuku tried being a Quirkless Hero, he'd either never get far, or end up Dead. And don't bring the "Give him a gun lol" argument, he's 15 and lives in a country where guns are so damn restricted, that getting one would require getting down on his knees and praying to the Gods above for permission from the HPCS, and Good Fucking Luck doing that as a Quirkless Kid who doesn't have a ounce of muscle to him

~Part 2: Aizawa FUCKING Shota.~ (Warning for mentions of Suicide)

Oh, what to say, what, to, say... Let's start with his failures as a Teacher.

I have done a little research into Japanese Teaching, and from what little I do know, a Homeroom Teacher is meant to be someone that monitors a Student's Clubs, Classes, and other such things. Being a Homeroom Teacher requires the Teacher to be trustworthy and approachable by their students, someone they can trust to bring their issues up to, to do things such as signing up for, hmmm, let's say Counseling.

Well, to put it bluntly, I'd rather trust a Thermonuclear Bomb, The Demon Core, and a Doomsday Cultist in a room more than I would Aizawa.

He is the worst teacher in UA, and I'm not even sure he IS a Teacher! Anyone got any confirmation on if he has a Teaching Permit? Nonetheless, He's not trustworthy around kids, mostly because of his "Expulsion Policy". Oh, Mama, I've got something to say about That.

See, It's a little known fact that Expulsion in Japan is a Very Very Very Bad Thing. Being expelled from even a basic school no-one's ever heard of can condemn you to a life of being jobless, being hated by your family, and being considered a Failure by society at large. It is one of the Many issues that result in Japan's depressingly high Suicide Rates, alongside it's unhealthy family dynamics and work ethics.

Now, imagine being expelled from Japan's best Hero School. Imagine the Black Mark that would get you, especially on the first fucking day! And yes, I know he doesn't fully expel them, but imagine how they feel going home. What if they went home, feeling as if nothing was left for them in life. They couldn't go anywhere, they couldn't get a good job. It's brought up well in MadMystic's Consequences Of Expulsion, where Three Students end their lives due to Aizawa's Expulsion Game.

Aizawa is also a horrific person to have around 15 year olds. He's snide, sarcastic, and a massive Cunt. Also, a serious idiot, seeing as he says that "Bakugou not holding back is a sign of respect", while Bakugou was beating Uraraka black and blue. That is not respect, that is Sociopathy with a dash of Sadism.

Really, the fight should have been called when Uraraka started falling over the first time.

Aizawa is also a idiot in Heroics. During the USJ, he Should have stayed with the kids, instead leaving them to protect themselves and also with 13, who is a rescue hero.

Who isn't dedicated to fighting.

while there was a Teleporter in the area.

Need I say more????

~Part 3: Dadzawa VS Dad Might.~

Oh I'mma get heated...

Dadzawa, as pointed out fairly above, is Bullshit. He's a spiteful dick who hasn't gone to therapy for well over 10 years for a severe loss that molded his entire personality since he was 15, and lets it influence his decisions all the way to the current arc of the Manga. If he were a father, he'd be pretty shit at it. Now, Yagi, on the other hand, would be deadass the best choice for Dad-Of-The-Year of MHA.

For one, he's incredibly caring and noticing, puts other's issues before his own, even when it hurts him, and LOOK at this man and tell me he wouldn't make a dad joke whenever he could.

Folks, if ANY of you use the "Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a bad parent" tag, I hope you step on a Lego for the rest of Time.

~~~~

Well, that's all I got for now. Of course, in due time, I'll make a Part Two, where I discuss Gran Torino's frankly abusive training methods, All Might's mental state, Bakugou being a failure of a human being, and people thinking Izuku is weak and Kochako being a good ship.

Pray (:

#my rants #boku no hero academia #trigger warnings #content warning #CW: Suicide Discussion #Mental Health discussion #Fuck Aizawa #And Fuck the Horse he came in on.

[rebeccadumaurier]

thoughts on bungou stray dogs season 5

woo, that was a fun binge-watch! ok, my (not spoiler free) thoughts:

this was a good season, really really good. i'm really impressed by asagiri's ability to keep us guessing and to play off old story patterns while also developing new ones—characterization's very consistent but also keeps developing in fresh and interesting directions. pacing's less wack than s3 (where fyodor appeared in like 3 episodes), the plot develops at a solid pace, the themes are really interesting

this was the gayest season i have seen so far and i've been letting this stupid show queerbait me for 6 years now, so that's saying something. fukichi and fukuzawa simultaneously have the energy of messily divorced exes, pining repressed best friends, and happily married couple all at once. if i was mori i'd be jealous (but it's mori so he's not, though i do appreciate mori/fukuzawa as a foil to fukichi/fukuzawa).

i'm not really the biggest fan of raising the stakes continuously overall, like i really don't think media needs to go like season 1. save my friend season 2. save my home season 3. save the world or some shit, it's fine to have similar magnitude of stakes throughout. but it's cool that asagiri's got the ambition to tackle some lofty questions—in particular i think nikolai's own struggle to determine his free will compared to fukichi's desire to strip free will from humanity in exchange for world peace is interesting.

i have never been particularly taken by fyodor, or fyodor's relationship with dazai, or fyodor's relationship with nikolai. but this season has finally caused me to cave and admit he's great. he's hilarious, he's a great foil to dazai (their weird 4D chess frenemyship is excellent, i understand why people ship them now), his dialogue is top tier and i fucking lost it when he faked having a split personality to the character with split hair because he (rightly) figured sigma would fall for it. like yes DRAG HIM

speaking of split haired characters, i miss Q, who had a lot of potential to add some more chaos to the mix and who i generally want to see more of (his fucked up gender energy and his being a lovehatechild of dazai and chuuya is so entertaining)

i'm...actually a bit disappointed that dazai did not actually let chuuya die, although i do like the direction asagiri took—in "double black," we saw chuuya place his trust in dazai, and it paid off. this time around, dazai placed his trust in chuuya—literally let him put a loaded gun to his head!!—and it paid off (and also chuuya got his revenge for dazai taking too long to nullify corruption last time, you know he had fun with those extra bullets).

i really enjoy that asagiri shows time and time again just how much these two trust each other, but at the same time, i think their relationship could actually be stress tested more—like, i genuinely wanted to see dazai placed into a real "pick chuuya or the ADA" situation! i want to see dazai and chuuya actually on opposite sides, not in truces or working together or whatnot, and i suspect that this will happen in the show's last arc—it's eventually going to circle back to ADA vs. PM, just like the beginning. TL:DR; i'm an insane dazai/chuuya shipper and the chokehold they have on me is so humiliating that i just don't talk about it 99% of the time. if i loved you less i would be able to talk about it more.

although i did 100% call him being OK with killing chuuya as BS, because there is no goddamn way dazai's last words to chuuya would ever be as mild and cliche as "we didn't really get along, but sometimes we understood each other." that man has been practicing dramatic monologues in his head daily for the last seven years. when he does deliver that monologue it's going to fucking SERVE

speaking of being taken in by fyodor: fine fine I GET THE DAZAI/CHUUYA X FYODOR/NIKOLAI PARALLELS NOW OKAY. not that i denied them before but we were really getting bashed over the head with it in the prison break episodes. being queerbaited by this show is better than a lot of actual media gay couples but it still hurts like a bitch.

i continue to want to wring atsushi's neck lol. akutagawa has never really been my fave or anything, but his character development is clearly progressing much faster (and i really really respect it) and our narrator still can't fucking form an opinion without one of his friends to guide him!! kyouka and lucy please ditch him and date each other instead. the lack of kyouka in this season was CRIMINAL.

i kind of ship kenji and tetchou now...i know the show is pushing tetchou and jouno but jouno is just so fucking MEAN and tetchou deserves someone who doesn't judge him for his quirks okay :(

tachihara biggest glow up of any character since the beginning of this show. the character development i didnt know i wanted

this season did a lot more work to humanize the hunting dogs (esp. the non-tachihara ones) and i enjoyed that a lot. teruko's role in the finale, killing the man she loved most because fukuzawa couldn't, absolutely murdered me. i think it's such a good step in her character arc as she has to figure out who she wants to be without him. also i appreciate that she's a badass female character who isn't a weirdly sexualized girlboss and is also a weirdo

aya and bram is truly one of the most bizarre pairs in this show and there are a lot of bizarre pairs, so that's saying something. i legitimately feel like asagiri picked some names out of a hat or spun a wheel for this or something. but i am excited for bram to figure out what he wants after spending forever being enslaved to others, and hope that this involves listening to the radio all day with a 10-year-old girl. the way children are portrayed in BSD as these incredibly vulnerable and impressionable people worthy of love and protection sincerely fucks me up so bad

loose ends: where is the help me note from? i assumed dazai wrote it, but i doubt it, and i also doubt he just left sigma to die. we still don't know what fyodor's ability is, which makes me nervous, since he is ALLEGEDLY dead. i wonder if it's nikolai's (frankly he does legitimately seem like the type to have split personality issues). i'm worried the antidote isn't an actual antidote, and we obviously haven't seen the end of nikolai. there's an actually comical amount of power in bram's hands now. mori's been fairly quiet this season, and there's no way he didn't plan a way for himself to benefit from the carnage. that man is a vulture, he exploits starving orphans off the street! and he sent in chuuya to save the ADA's ass twice and let akutagawa disappear for 2+ weeks! this man was just negotiating to have yosano join the mafia, you can't tell me he didn't get something for himself out of this.

honestly i kind of just want this shit with the hunting dogs and the decay of angels to end and to stop worrying about world domination so we can go back to the ADA battling yokohama's villain of the week, like man the tension has just been building nonstop. give the ADA a coffee break. 😭😭

ranpo fans are truly getting their time lately huh. we are winninggggg

#ange bsd lb #bsd spoilers -

[voidthewanderer]

Well, it’s looking like I may have to take a hit in quality of life when it comes to sleeping.

My manager is asking for us to lie about who lost one of our handheld scanners. It was me who lost it. I watched the employee who had it put it on my table, told me she put it on my table, and I was the one who consciously didn’t put it in my pocket because I already had one. It was in my care. I was the last person to physically see the scanner.

Manager’s saying to just mention that it was a temp who did it because “they’re leaving soon anyways, it won’t affect them. We can’t afford to lose a shift lead.” Uh, no? It absolutely will affect the temp because DM will demand she be put on the do not rehire list over this. It’s not her fault it’s gone because, again, it was in my care. That temp wasn’t even working the day it went missing.

This is the second time now that one of these scanners has gone missing. Gee, maybe if they actually had the scan gun attachment on them like they’re supposed to, they wouldn’t constantly be closed up in totes and sent back to warehouse or mistaken as phones and stolen by people looking to make a quick buck. A little magstrip sticker isn’t going to stop somebody from walking out with the damn thing. It looking like a fucking gun will.

And! On top of all that, I’m seriously pissed off about being lied to about my getting a transfer to a store closer to me. I literally walked out a week before my first vacation because of all the stress I have going on between home and that goddamn job. I told the manager I needed to be closer to home because I need to be able to get home fast in case if something happens. My current store is thirty minutes away from my house. The one I was trying to transfer to is ten minute walking distance. It’s also a halfway point in case if I need to up and race to my nephew when he’s not with us for any reason. I’m an hour away otherwise.

I’m so tired of having to sacrifice my own health to get things done. I’m almost positive my Crohn’s is out of remission because of all this stress. And now, in order to potentially get my art back up and running, I gotta stay up all goddamn night? I mean, it’ll obviously be work it if it means I can get out of something that’s making me go against my morals, but I shouldn’t have to go against them in the first place.

But, my mom didn’t raise a liar. I’m hoping the one store that’s opening soon gives me a call back. If not, I can see if that one gas station need an extra hand; the dude there is nice.

#shut it void #sorry about rambling but I’m honestly stressed out about this #it’s not right what my manager’s asking me to do AND doing to me #also I should mention that if something happens to certain members of my family I’ll be homeless so… #I kinda need to make sure that if something happens to these certain members I can get home to make sure they’re ok

[divinegrey]

𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 / 𝚟𝚒 𝚡 𝚏!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

this is the last of my prompts :)

arcane masterlist

prompt: vi x fem!reader for a reader with a visible scar. i have obvious facial scarring and i rarely find fics that have scarred!readers so i’ve been throwing it around as a suggestion! [requested by @hauntedclaudio]

words: 1023

warnings: blood, flirty vi

In Zaun, scars aren’t designed to be shamed. No, unlike Piltover— the city that demands perfection at every turn, in every crevice— scars in Zaun are the exact opposite. They’re signs of power. A symbol of pride to be worn without a goddamn care.

You earned your scar. You took a goddamn sword to the face and lived to tell the story. No amount of makeup could ever disguise the mark the sword left behind, but why would you want to? That’s your scar. People in Zaun take one look at you and they know not to fuck with you.

It’s a badge of honor, but it’s also a story. One told repeatedly every time someone asks. Sometimes, you change it up— nobody really knows the truth of what happened to your face, but they don’t need to know. Some of them don’t want to know, because if you can survive that, then there’s no telling what you’re capable of.

In all honesty? The only person who does know the complete, one hundred percent accurate story of how you got your scar is your girlfriend, the infamous daughter of the former Hound of the Underground, Vi. It was something you told her over drinks one night in your bedroom, the cold glass of whiskey in your hand and a wild smile on your face as you described every moment.

Vi has scars of her own. None as massive and pronounced like your own, but she understands. She loves your scar and you love hers.

“Did you run into a wall today?” You ask, watching her come in from the door. She cracks her neck from side to side, the heavy THUNK of her Atlas Gauntlets landing on the ground beside the couch. You’ve upgraded since you started dating her— moved from a ratty, one-bedroom apartment in the slums of Zaun to somewhere on the surface. Not in Piltover— you’d rather be dead before ever setting foot in that damned part of town— but you’re somewhere nicer.

Someplace that Vi deserves to be.

“Got fucked by Sevika’s chemtanks,” Vi says, wiping away from blood on her face. You notice it starts bleeding even more, a heavy cut on her cheek. You sigh, placing your gun and oil rag on the dining room table to walk to the bathroom for the first aid kit.

“She’s still deploying them?”

“Yeah. Fuckin’ hell, it feels like she has hundreds,” Vi says as you return to the living room. You snap your fingers at her so she takes a seat in the chair you were in, and you sit opposite of her. Ever since Silco’s death, Sevika rose up and took over his operations; with less efficiency, you’ll say that, but nonetheless, she’s proving to be a bit of a problem in the past months.

“We’ll find where she keeps those things,” you say, dabbing some alcohol onto a clean rag to clean up her cheek. You click your tongue. “This is a deep cut. Gonna need some stitches for this one, babe.”

“Think it’ll scar?” Vi asks with a slight upturn of her lips as you fetch the sutures and needle. You raise your eyebrow at her.

“Not if you take care of it,” you say, inching closer to thread the needle through her skin after disinfecting the area. You hold her chin firmly to look her in her grey eyes. “Don’t purposefully not take care of it, Vi.”

“But I want a cool scar like you,” Vi grumbles. You snort.

“It’s only this fucked up because I couldn’t get proper stitches,” you remark. “Your little lip scar is plenty cute enough already.”

Vi huffs. “Yours is so cool, though!”

“It’s a scar, Vi.”

“Do you know how hot you look, though?” Vi insists, She winces when you put the needle into her skin and through the other side, tying another stitch together before moving on to the next one. You just glance at her with a slightly interested look, and she goes on. “Like, babe, you walk into the room, and everybody’s got their eyes on you. You’re so beautiful it’s insane.”

“Shut your mouth,” you say. Your cheeks feel a little hot.

Vi grins at you, but you pat her cheek to get her to relax so you can finish stitching up the wound. You lay a bandage flat across it and lay a gentle kiss on it.

“There you go. All better,” you say, shutting the metal tin of medical supplies shut— Caitlyn is a godsend. Knew to send a fully stocked one home with Vi one afternoon and you can’t count the number of times it has come in handy, for both you and Vi. You sigh, taking VI’s hands into your lap. “Thank you for the compliments, babe, but just let this one heal. I promise the next one I’ll consider letting you let it scar, okay?”

Vi puts her hand on your chin, pulling you in for a kiss. She’s smiling into it, but you can still feel the scar on her lip as clearly as you always have. There’s a different, rougher feeling in the divot where skin used to be. You like kissing her more because of it. You won’t deny the thought of her having that scar along her cheek would be nice, but she deserves a better story than being fucked over by one of Sevika’s chemtanks.

She has more scars than you do. You wouldn’t mind any more, but you’d like to at least prevent that if you can.

“Love you, babe,” you whisper.

“Love you more,” Vi says. “Thanks for patching me up, doc.”

“And as your doctor, I recommend that you come and get some rest,” you remark, winking softly and taking her hands to pull her up to her feet. Vi takes after the innuendo immediately, a smile drifting to her face. She pulls off her jacket and throws it on the chair table, leaning down to promptly scoop you off your feet.

You sigh, letting yourself hang off her shoulder. She does this every time.

You won’t get sick of it anytime soon.

~~~~~

A/N: thank you for the prompt! very lovely to write <3

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[dukeofriven]

A hearty ‘get fucked’ to every last person who felt the need to hound Lindsay Ellis out of being a content creator. You accomplished nothing of value except the satisfaction that your fevered little minds scored a victory against perceived oppression. Joe Manchin just essentially sliced the throat of an already utterly inadequate and pathetic centrist bill that nevertheless provided badly needed succour to thousands of suffering people - a tactic that will do nothing but put actual hate-crime enthusiasts back into the White House in two years - but today you got Lindsay Ellis to give up critiquing movies. Wow, what a victory for Progressivism. Really purified that space from the threat of revisionist fifth-column false progressive who say such hate filled screeds like... let me check my notes here... “Also watched Raya and the Last Dragon and I think we need to come up with a name for this genre that is basically Avatar: the Last Airbender reduxes. It’s like half of all YA fantasy published in the last few years anyway.” Wow. Thank god that harpy of right-wing degeneracy can no longer voice such heinous, criminal, thought-crime anti-leftist drivel. What’s that? America still doesn’t have paid maternal leave? It has the highest rate of maternal mortality among first-world countries? Children are gunned down every day because there is zero political or cultural will to in any way confront the nation’s incapacity to safely own fire arms? Yeah that’s bad - but look on the bright side, Lindsay Ellis won’t say that Raya and the Last Dragon and ATLA are kinda similar any more! Free at last, Free at last, Thank God almighty we are free at last! I don’t know what goes on in your lives. It would be nice to think that every last one of you is so wounded from trauma that you are non compos mentis when it comes to social media usage - that all of this can be forgiven, that no one is in any way culpable, that this was all just something that happened in which nobody was actually involved. But no. No I don’t really care to do that. Because Ellis isn’t the first for whom this has happened in progressive spaces, nor wil l she be the last - she’s just the latest, and one whom I happen to personally enjoy and thus someone whose loss I feel quite keenly. But all of you, collectively, are fuckers. Hateful fuckers. Every one of you knowing participated in bad faith readings of a pretty anodyne person. There are real monsters in this world, real, actual goddamn monsters, and I don’t know if y’all are too scared to spend your lives confronting them instead of the truly pointless shit you get worked up about, or just too fucking stupid to realize the truly awful decisions you make, but here we are anyway. I am angry. I am so very angry and so very tired of this shit. I’m so angry I want to start getting mean. I want to start saying all the awful shit I keep buried inside me because I still hold to the wild idea that some bare, barrel-scraping minimum of civility and tiniest check on my ego means not smearing shit on a screen and calling it social justice. But god, everyone else gets to be mean about, why can’t I. Well I tried. I wrote a big chunk and I just deleted it because it isn’t worth my time. It’s not because I’m better than you, I think I’m just more tired. I got enough death threats that time I laid out all the stats about America’s daily child gun murders and said maybe it doesn’t fucking matter than you personally like guns and know how to use them safely, your country collective can’t so you shouldn’t have them. God only knows what kind of hounding I’d get saying something really controversial. What if I betrayed the leftist cause and openly said, I don’t know, The Mitchells vs The Machines is a mediocre mess if you sit and think about it for ten seconds. Y’know. That really evil, Goebbels-esque shit. The sad truth is that to a particular contingent of the progressive internet, you can never be ‘good enough.’ There is no passable purity test because purity is in the eyes of each individual in the contingent whose one sole belief appears to be ‘anything that does not perfectly reflect my lived experience is a hostile act against me.’ It is bad faith because it lives on a universal presumption of malice. It cannot be reasoned with because it is irrational. Whatever fuels it - and lets even be charitable and say that in many cases it is trauma and abusive experiences, a lifetime of racism or trans-phobia or homophobia or abelism - ends up ultimately being irrelevant, because your trauma and pain don’t ever justify sending someone death threats because you’re so bugnuts crazy that you read anodyne tweets as macroagressions. And yeah - “bugnuts crazy.” I said it. You go from ‘suffering from mental health problems’ to ‘bugnuts crazy’ when you cross the line of ‘hounding creators off the internet for minor to outright non-existent transgressions that a group with a less aggressively fragile sense of self wouldn’t even notice.’ Sending death threats over an ATLA/Raya comparison is, to me, a line over which I cannot cary sympathy. It’s really hard to have empathy for people who have empathy and understanding for no one but themselves and crow about inflicting pain on others. I have decided that for my own mental health, I don’t have to be respectful of your mental health when you don’t extend that same courtesy to anyone. So get fucked, you genuine bat-shit crazy lunatics. Get absolutely fucked you hate-filled, small-cocked, comically-ugly, permanently-weird-smelling suburban baboons. Conratu-fucking-lations: you resurrected Maoist struggle sessions for maximum purification of Progressive ideology, you utterly ignorant, self-absorbed, ego-onanistic neo-Calvanist shitwaffles. The left is just doing so fucking well with people like you in the mix. The fact that everything in the world sucks all the time, and the fact that every day you wake up anxious, alone, in pain, and filled with fear is because progressive Youtube creators were faking progressivism for clicks, as can be proven by dissecting their Tweets with a fine-edged scalpel. You did it! You solved the mystery! Your death threats and glottal screaming to a stranger on Twitter saved us all! Your sad fantasies proved real: the saviour is you! Your keyboard activism was the solution! Late capitalism is over, Conservatism has vanished, all races, creeds, identities, and self-expressions live in total harmony, and there’s jam for tea. All thanks to you, person who observed how the right treated the left in internet spaces and said ‘I am also going to do the exact same thing to the left, but I’ll do it from a place of caring.’ Such nobility of purpose you have shown, and boy - waves hand at the world of December 2021 - its working so well!

Get. Fucked.

#lindsay ellis #raya and the last dragon #ATLA #the mitchells vs the machines

[edenmemes]

resident evil village starters

❝ oh, keep growing! one day your head might actually fit your ego. ❞   ❝ running will get you nowhere. ❞     ❝ you don’t have to trust my words, but do you have any better options? ❞   ❝ you shouldn’t be out here. it’s not safe. ❞   ❝ i know you don’t like to talk about it, but can we really just forget everything and pretend it didn’t happen? ❞   ❝ well, what do you think? it’s hopeless, right? ❞ ❝ i wish it could stay like this forever. ❞   ❝ oh, such a disappointment. i thought we could join forces.  ❞ ❝ i don’t have time for this bullshit. out of my way. ❞   ❝ i don’t give a damn about your personal issues. ❞   ❝ it’s a pleasure to see you safe. ❞   ❝ just give up. flesh and blood will never win against me. ❞ ❝ quit acting so full of yourself. ❞ ❝ the clock is ticking. playtime’s over! ❞ ❝ ohhh, don’t give up! ❞ ❝ you think you can take me on? ❞ ❝ you should have never refused me.  ❞ ❝ these are the fruits of my power.  ❞ ❝ leave it alone. you are out of your depth. ❞   ❝ i’ve learned all i can from you. your worth as a lab rat has run out. ❞   ❝ no, no, this can’t be the end for me! ❞   ❝ i can’t escape from here... i can’t do anything! ❞ ❝ what are you talking about? you think this is a game? ❞   ❝ don’t get cocky. i’d kill you if you weren’t the trouble. ❞   ❝ hey, do you know anything about what’s going on around here? ❞   ❝ i’m not used to relying on other people. ❞   ❝ you’re the real deal. well done.  ❞ ❝ i gotta...keep going. ❞   ❝ i think it’s time you left things in my hands. ❞   ❝ my power is leaving me! ❞   ❝ do me a favor... try to stay under the radar. ❞ ❝ you don’t get it. you don’t stand a chance by yourself. ❞ ❝ alright, alright. i guess i owe you an explanation. ❞ ❝ you must be pretty tough, huh? ❞   ❝ all your power’s done is drive you nuts. ❞   ❝ i gotta say, i’m surprised you made it this far. it’d be a shame if something happened to you now. ❞   ❝ so you finally came to see me! everyone falls for me in time. ❞   ❝ it’s all i can spare. take it, take it! ❞   ❝ you’ve got fight, i’ll give you that. ❞   ❝ i didn’t want to keep it from you. i didn’t want to lose you again. ❞   ❝ i’d kill you if you weren’t worth the trouble. ❞   ❝ is there something you’re not telling me? come on, talk to me. ❞   ❝ you can hear it, can’t you? someone’s waiting for you. ❞   ❝ oh, careful what you wish for. ❞   ❝ i don’t want to die. oh, it hurts so much. ❞   ❝ don’t look at me that way. ❞   ❝ i told you to sit down. ❞   ❝ you’re the reason ___ doesn’t love me. ❞   ❝ hey, kiss me? ❞   ❝ if it’s for you, i would do anything. ❞   ❝ come on, it’s not that much further! ❞   ❝ you’re the only one to see me in this form. ❞   ❝ ugh, my temper got away from me. ❞   ❝ play with me some more. ❞   ❝ trying to get on my good side? ❞   ❝ i don’t know if it’s the scent of the flowers, but i feel light headed. ❞   ❝ in all my years, i’ve never been this overjoyed. ❞   ❝ look forward to what i have in store for you. ❞   ❝ mmm, that smells good. what’s that? ❞   ❝ you really should have taken my deal. ❞ ❝ truth hurts, don’t it?  ❞ ❝ i’ve waited so long. but dreams really can come true. ❞   ❝ you coward! come out and face me. ❞   ❝ quit hiding, asshole. i’m not letting you get out of this.  ❞ ❝ i won’t let you have it. even if you beg. ❞   ❝ this is my territory, and i won’t let you leave. ❞   ❝ damn, i’m so cold. my legs won’t work. ❞   ❝ local wine, too. but if you’re going to keep sulking all evening, maybe you shouldn’t have any. ❞ ❝ it’s not paranoia if they’re really out to get you. ❞   ❝ you’re the last asshole in my way, aren’t you? ❞   ❝ well, at least we’re together. ❞   ❝ hey, now. think positively, all right? we talked about this. ❞   ❝ come now, don’t be shy. show me your terror. ❞   ❝ i would’ve sliced you to ribbons if they hadn’t stopped me. ❞   ❝ it’s only a riddle if you don’t know the answer. ❞   ❝ shouldn’t we face what happened there so we can live our lives without it hanging over our heads? ❞   ❝ rest while you can, because i will hunt you, and i will break you. ❞   ❝ this village is full of monsters. we can’t fight them! there’s too many. ❞   ❝ a dead body? wait...there’s more... ❞   ❝ you’re a lot like your father, you know. ❞   ❝ it barely flinched when i shot it. i feel like it’s toying with me. ❞   ❝ it’ll be fine. it’ll be fine. it’ll be fine. ❞   ❝ listen. you’re being played.  ❞ ❝ too bad you’ll pay for it...with your life. ❞   ❝ please won’t you stay with me? forever? ❞   ❝ you are lucky to die before your child. ❞   ❝ quiet now, child! adults are talking. ❞   ❝ there’s nothing wrong with my memory. you’re just being paranoid. ❞   ❝ this is...this is just too much. ❞   ❝ awww, you’re blushing. ❞   ❝ how can a man be ‘almost’ dead? that’s a question for the wise. ❞   ❝ what kind of sick medieval shit is this? ❞   ❝ i’ve spent a lifetime creating this moment...and you try to take it away from me? ❞   ❝ i’m sick of fighting you! ❞   ❝ why didn’t you fucking tell me right away? ❞ ❝ shut your damn hole and don’t be a sore loser! ❞   ❝ but i’m not paranoid, i’m just cautious. ❞   ❝ don’t get close to me when i’m cooking, babe. ❞   ❝ anyone who is anyone has heard of the likes of you. ❞   ❝ i haven’t cut open a man in a while. ❞   ❝ we moved here so that you wouldn’t have to deal with any of that, remember? ❞   ❝ why? why would you do this? ❞   ❝ i knew you would want to be involved. and this job is hard enough without civilians getting in the way. ❞ ❝ oh? you have something to say? ❞   ❝ tell me what’s out there! ❞   ❝ you’re still alive...? impressive. ❞   ❝ hey, are you listening? hey! ❞   ❝ exactly how much do you plan on annoying me? ❞   ❝ oh, no. they’re coming! ❞   ❝ do you have a gun? please tell me you have a gun. ❞   ❝ it’s not---nevermind. i’m sorry. ❞   ❝ drunk or not, you are welcome---and safe---in here. ❞   ❝ you know how to push my buttons. ❞   ❝ hey, don’t i get a say in this? ❞   ❝ you wouldn’t know proper manners if it slapped you in the face. ❞   ❝ i won’t forgive you, you bastard! ❞   ❝ why...why do you treat me the same as them? am i not your favourite? am i not special? ❞   ❝ at night, i hear wailing, as if ghosts roam the halls. ❞   ❝ quit your whining; we’re almost there! ❞   ❝ i’m afraid you can’t return to your old world any longer. ❞   ❝ how dare you bare your teeth at me. ❞   ❝ you couldn’t save them. they were already gone. ❞   ❝ in life and death, we give glory. ❞   ❝ can you even understand that humiliation?  ❞ ❝ even i can get angry. ❞   ❝ what the hell is that thing? ❞ ❝ we will meet again soon. ❞ ❝ let’s just say parts of the human imagination are better left alone. ❞ ❝ some treasures still lurk in this village. ❞ ❝ my decision is final. there will be no argument. ❞   ❝ everyone leaves me. even you. ❞   ❝ there is no safe! every sorry bastard out there has been ripped in half! ❞   ❝ come inside. the others are waiting. ❞   ❝ come with me. there’s something i have to tell you. ❞   ❝ what the hell is wrong with this place? ❞   ❝ the strong will destroy the weak. that’s the way of the world. ❞   ❝ no, we’re getting out of here --- together. ❞   ❝ but what i saw was...frightful. ❞ ❝ i suppose it’s what they call ‘the beauty of the grotesque’. ❞   ❝ you taught me so much and for that i will be forever in your debt. ❞   ❝ it is my curiosity that ties me to this place. ❞   ❝ please let me know if you’d like to strengthen your weapons. ❞ ❝ you’ll pay if i find out this is a lie. ❞ ❝ speaking of foolish questions, who --- what are you? ❞   ❝ if i don’t kill them then my life will never be my own. ❞   ❝ you are abominable. your deceit knows no bound. ❞   ❝ quit holding out, and get to the damn point! ❞ ❝ you’re the one who’s cursed. ❞ ❝ i hope you will be able to achieve your goal someday, too. ❞   ❝ that is why i had to leave you. i will regret never telling you goodbye. ❞   ❝ if i had but a little more time, i know i might be able to turn the tides of this battle. ❞   ❝ i can hear it shuffling about outside. ❞   ❝ and now you even try to steal my property? how dare you? ❞   ❝ ugh, just another simple little manthing. ❞   ❝ oh, good. i was just thinking of ways to pass the time. ❞ ❝ nowhere to go but up. ❞   ❝ where are you? show yourself! ❞ ❝ not without me, it’s too dangerous. ❞ ❝ shit, that was close. ❞   ❝ i heard explosions. what happened? ❞ ❝ you’ve dirtied my dress! ❞   ❝ you’re my daughter...now act like it! ❞   ❝ i don’t think we will make it through winter at this rate. ❞   ❝ the wounds are severe. i won’t last much longer. ❞   ❝ will you please stop talking in riddles? ❞   ❝ goddamn. it really is you. ❞ ❝ you sure of this? your body is, well, falling apart. ❞       ❝ how long have i been out? ❞   ❝ keep your distance. do not move until i give the order. ❞   ❝ i’ve got a tough guy here, i need some back-up! ❞   ❝ if my mom saw this shit, she’d think she’d died and gone to hell. ❞   ❝ shut your fucking hole! ...sorry about that. ❞   ❝ who are you? who sent you? ❞   ❝ please, be well. ❞   ❝ there’s more than we thought. watch out. ❞ ❝ to hunger...is to be alive. ❞   ❝ goddammit! why is everyone dying on me? ❞   ❝ hey! hey. don’t talk like that. ❞   ❝ my word, you truly are as strong as they say! ❞   ❝ don’t you love me? ❞   ❝ oh, you didn’t think i’d let you get away, did you? ❞   ❝ taken alive? dead? which would you prefer? ❞  

#roleplay meme #roleplay starters #rp meme #re8 spoilers #resident evil spoilers #i'll most likely add more !! i havent seen everythng from this game yet