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sgiandubh · 4 days

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Anon rebelde.

A Cait le ha costado pero ha aprendido como intentar hacer creíble su relación con Tony aunque el sigue tan poco colaborativo como se ve en el vídeo de IFTA

No hay llegada a los premios porque la ultima vez, el papel de guardabrigo de Tony a la salida del coche de Cait quedó bien patente y ese paso atrás como buen asistente ha quedado para la historia.

No hay desfile en la Red Carpet con Tony porque la velocidad de Cait para alejarse de el saben que es carne de gifs.

Las manos de Tony debajo de la mesa porque sus últimos aplausos denotaban un cierto manierismo muy poco varonil.

Cait radiante, esperando el barrido de la cámara, mientras Tony parece ajeno a lo que sucede alrededor con una sonrisa que podríamos describir como una mueca.

En resumen, la enésima puesta en escena del circo Tait. Si aún hay alguien que compre entradas para ese espectáculo es su problema, no el nuestro.

Dear, dear Anon Rebelde,

¡Te extrañé! Bienvenida de nuevo, en uno de los momentos más bajos que parece que nos gustan con tanto masoquismo, de este lado de la valla. Pero primero, la traducción:

'It did cost Cait, but she learned how to try and make her relationship to Tony look credible, even if he still doesn't seem willing to collaborate, as the IFTA clip shows us.

There is no arrival at the awards because last year, Tony's role as coat handler when leaving Cait's car was blatantly obvious and that relegation to good assistant went on record.

There is no parade on the Red Carpet with Tony because of Cait's haste in getting away from him. They know it's gif material.

Tony's hands are under the table because last year's applause denoted a certain, very unmanly, mannerism.

Cait beams, waiting for the camera to pan, while Tony seems oblivious to what is happening around him, with a smile that could rather be described as a grimace.

In short, the umpteenth staging of the Tait circus. If there is still someone who buys tickets for that show, it is their problem, not ours.'

I overall agree, as always, with your very balanced evaluation of the current state of play. But I also think tickets for that particular show will always be a hot sale in this fandom, either because it will be just up some people's alley (Mordor - I am amazed at the stupidity of their discussing the concept and some of them never heard of Tolkien: mind boggles), or because of the collective trauma/Stockholm syndrome many of us, here, still display. What I mean by that is very simple: for eight years now, we, shippers have been hostages of that Narrative and when something happens along those lines, we will surely react, giving all its toxicity renewed space and airtime. I am not judging anybody, here, because this is only human (and to many, the trauma is palpable) and there is nothing to judge. This is, however, a well-known group behavior dynamic that never fails to deliver. What she did was simply to double down on her PDA. But the experiment failed, because even five years after that Remarkable Week-end, the man still can't be arsed to show any organic enthusiasm or even involvement in his whereabouts. Cue in the SC nostalgia pic galore on shipping blogs and I have to say I am not really a fan: it just fuels that disco inferno cycle and exposes us to the same old, vile criticism, when the core of the shipping belief system is to be found elsewhere. Again, not judging anyone, just trying to understand behavior patterns, here.

Plus, I am really sorry, but he has been looking all sorts of terrible for quite a while, now. Blaming the camera angle (cortisone bloating) or the lighting systems is as mendacious and idiotic as the people circulating it. This kind of free propaganda is also known by all the interested parties and it also never fails to deliver, for many reasons it would be useless to further analyze.

Looking forward to read your witty take on things next time, darling. Siempre un placer leerte, corazon.

#anon #fandom #shitshow

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autisticroboticist · 3 months

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@stop-highblood-hate I told you to be sc♤red.

your full n♤me is scyl♤n ♤hzzek. you're 8 sweeps old ♤nd your sign is ♤qu♤mino. you're ch♤inkind. your hive is block 82 on cliffside ro♤d ne♤r the edge of tr♤shtrust.

serpentineS♤nity is your main account. it's also your trollian, your chitter, ♤nd ♤ll your other pl♤tforms.

you don't h♤ve ♤n occup♤tion. you write f♤nfiction which you h♤ve ♤ link to on your m♤in ♤ccount. spe♤king of fanfiction, you met your moirail (more info ♤bout him soon) ♤fter he drew you f♤n♤rt for one of your fics.

his n♤me is ♤rrtem chrino. he's 8 sweeps ♤nd ♤ violetblood ♤s well. his sign is ♤quitt♤rius. he doesn't use much soci♤l medi♤ but his trolli♤n is sketchyChim♤er♤ ♤nd he h♤s ♤n ♤rt blog under the s♤me n♤me.

#grumblr #grubblr #unreality #doxxing #tw doxxing #♤ few dedic♤ted hours ♤nd i know this much? you should re♤lly be s♤fer ♤bout your identity online. even if youre ♤ highblood.

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dollfaceirene · 2 months

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50 DAY SC CHALLENGE: UPDATE 2

It's been 5 days since the last 50 Day Self Concept challenge and it's been such a rocky road but i've been having my mental struggle lately but i ain't giving up so far into the challenge.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟔: Again, spent the day persisting in my SC & listened to affirmation tapes. Not really any updates here but i feel like my sc has improved sm

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟕: i woke up and found myself wavering again! It didnt help how i felt like i was bedrotting this entire week so it just led to start spiralling and have such low self esteem thoughts. However, in the middle of the day, i just persisted and listened to my sc tapes and tried to maintain a good self concept no matter what

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟖: felt myself fall back into the "conforming to the 3D" stage again due to feeling jealous by others success stories. Idk why but i just always seem to fall back on the 3D validation and find it hard to stop conforming to the outer reality. But i still continued to persist neverless

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟗: been looping my affirmation tapes while just affirming. It lowkey feels like im tryna convince myself i have what i want instead of actually feeling fulfilled. Im scared im "sabotaging" my desires and that if i dont think in a certain way (having no doubts) then it wont happen. But anywho, im still persisiting regardless

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟎: these last 2-3 days, i;ve been feeling weird like my mind has been feeling soooo cluttered. I found myself "rejecting" my affirmations (like feeling like what i was telling myself wasn't true) and that i felt like my mindset felt so "cloudy". I tried listening to affirmation tapes but even those weren't hitting as they used to and i realised that staying home my whole winter break caused me to just be "hyper-aware" of my thoughts leading me to just SPIRALLLL. I was overconsuming loa content, i was scared i was "self-sabotaging" myself and etc, and i genuinely felt so shit. So i decided, i'd take a new approach. I made a sc & mindset playlist of subliminals that helped me previously and looped them while watching my comfort show. i felt sm more better and felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest. I read some amino posts and decided to continue to persist no matter and persisted throughout the day.

#desired reality #law of assumption #shifting #loa tumblr #dollfaceirene #manifestation #loa #loa blog #loassumption #neville goddard #50dayselfconceptchallengeupdate2 #50dayselfconceptchallenge #law of attraction

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yano2519 · 2 years

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In the last few days some Anons wrote me that they have seen interviews of Cait and Tobias in which the same intimacy, gestures and facial expressions can be seen, as in the interaction between SC.

I never felt that way, neither with Tobias, nor with Jamie D., friendly banter yes, but always with a certain distance (both physical and in the way of communication).

Today I discovered this old video on TW which I' ve never seen before.

There are 6 people on stage, but only one is struggling to contain his emotions and is beaming like a Christmas tree.

That's the difference…

Source @outlander_mel Twitter

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ijustlikebnhaandbakugou · 1 year

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Bakugo x Self-harming Reader One-shot

Since it's Bakugo's birthday, I thought I would post something Bakugo related. This is my original fic, so please no stealing! Ask me if you would like to post this elsewhere, reblogs are welcomed!

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Bakugo x Gender Neutral Reader

⚠️Self-harming reader⚠️

This fic is:

•Hurt/Comfort

•Fluff

•Light Angst Fanfiction :〕

⚠️Reader Discretion Advised!⚠️

This fic contains sensitive and triggering subjects such as:

⚠️ S#lf-h@rm, S#lf-H@rm Sc@rs, Anx!ety, Depre$$ion, Suggested M#ntally Ab*sive P@rents, Kn!ves, and P@nic Att@cks⚠️

(This fic also contains c*ssing, since well… Bakugo, though it is slightly censored)

Please read with Caution. If you are uncomfortable or get triggered by any of the above, please scroll away!

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Bakugo was walking down the hall toward his dorm after hanging out with the gang of idiots who he called his friends

Yes, Bakugo did in fact, consider those bumbling buffoons his friends, though he would never admit it out loud, deep down Bakugo cared for and loved those dimwitted idiots

No matter how silly or stupid their antics were!

They were some of the first people to see and accept him for who he is and not who he was trying to be, aside from Deku of course!

Dunce Face, Sh!tty Hair, Raccoon eyes, and Tape Face, were all his friends and he wouldn't change them for the world!

Bakugo was snapped out of his thoughts of his friends by a consistent mumbling coming from a dorm room up ahead

As Bakugo walked closer to the sound he noticed that a door was cracked open an inch or two allowing a faint light to shine on the floor in the otherwise dim hallway

As he passed by the door he caught a glimpse of you standing by your bed staring at something on the opposite side of the room, causing him to pause his step

Normally Bakugo wouldn't poke his head into other people's private business but something made him stop and quietly creep over to your door and peek inside your room through the crack in your door

He didn't know what it was exactly, he just kind of had this nagging feeling in his gut and the back of his mind telling him he should look into your room

So Bakugo stood there and peeked through your doorway and into your room and watched you

He saw that you were still standing by the bed staring at something on the opposite wall, but now he could see that you were staring at a shiny black thing on your dresser, he couldn't quite make out what it was

He watches as you slowly creep forward toward your dresser and he watches as you slowly reach for the object on your dresser, causing the sleeve of your shirt to roll down partly, and that's when he sees them…

Scars.

Starting at the lower part of your forearm and disappearing behind the rest of your sleeve, red and brown-ish colored marks littering your skin

Bakugo feels his heart drop and his breathe hitch when he realizes, upon further inspection, that they look to be self-inflicted

'But.. why? Why would you do that to yourself?' Bakugo asks in his mind as he looks up from your arm and to the thing you were reaching for on your dresser

And that's when Bakugo realized in horror what you were about to grab…

A knife.

You were about to grab a knife.

He watched you in terrified silence as you stared, hand stretched out, transfixed on the knife shaking your head as if to clear away the dark thoughts, that he knew, were creeping into your mind as you stared at the knife's silver blade

He needed to do something to stop you he needed move, but his body wasn't listening to him

'Move! Move! Move, come on! F@cking move!' He screamed at himself in his head

But he didn't.

No.

He couldn't.

He…couldn't move.

He couldn't move?

He couldn't move!

It was almost as if some awful, wicked, & terrible invisible force was keeping him in place, forcing him to watch the horrific sight before him

He sat there frozen and watched in a horrifyingly agonizing silence that seemed to drag on for hours….

'BZZZZZ! BZZZZZ! BZZZZZ!'

Just then, your phone went off, startling both of you and causing you both to jump, and Bakugo to bump his head on the door frame

Bakugo let out a sigh of relief, while rubbing the spot on his head that he had bumped, as he watched you walk over to your bed and pick up the phone, grateful for your distraction away from the sharp blade of the knife

Bakugo stood on the other side of the door trying to clear his head of the terrifying, fearful fog that had made its way into his mind and come up with a plan to confront you about what he just saw after you were off the phone

But Bakugo was soon disturbed from his thoughts when he heard you shouting on the other side of the door

He peeked back into your room to see you arguing with the person on the other side of the phone, tears began to trickle down your cheeks as you screamed into the phone

"I AM NOT USELESS!!!

AND I AM NOT A FAILURE MOM!!

I AM DOING MY BEST AND WORKING MY F@CKING HARDEST TO BECOME A HERO!

JUST WATCH I PROMISE I'LL MAKE YOU AND DAD THE PROUDEST PARENTS IN THE WORLD!!! "

You fall to your knees

"I promise, I will mom!"

You start to slightly shake

"I promise.."

You say tears falling and a desperate look of fire and determination with a hopeful smile on your face, hoping against all odds, despite her never saying so before, that your mom would say she believed in you and your dream, that she and your dad were already proud of you

But… all you hear is static coming from the other side before your mom's voice crackles through the phone, saying "there was no need to yell" and basically calling you "a walking disappointment" along with some other hurtful things

You talk to your mom for a few more minutes before hanging up the phone and hugging

knees and curling up into a ball, leaning against your bed, tears trickling down your face in a steady stream

You rock back and forth trying to comfort yourself and calm down from the exhausting and awful phone call with your mom

But as you do, a thought worms itself into your mind, creeping into the very farthest corner and settling itself there, before it begins to grow and spread covering your mind in a black darkness, you try your hardest to fight it off despite knowing that it will in the end anyway

And it does.

The thought wins.

That horrible, awful, wonderful, dark, thought wins

You look back towards your dresser, back towards the knife and its sharp and shiny silver blade, where it sits calling out to you beckoning you to come and grab its handle and use it, to drag it across your skin and make marks along your arms and legs

Bakugo watches you, eyes wide with a fearful horror as you get up from your place on the floor and walk over towards the dresser and pick up the knife and stare at it for a minute, before you begin to roll up the sleeves

And before he can register what he's doing Bakugo bursts through your door, startling you and causing you to almost drop the knife, as you whip around and face the person who had just barged into your room

But before you can identify the intruder, they rush forward and grab the knife out of your hand and slam it back down on your dresser

You look up at the towering figure, to see a spiky-haired ash-blonde staring down at you

Your eyes widen with even more panic than before as you realize who had just barged into your room and caught you with a knife in your hand about to harm yourself

"What the hell Y/n!?!?!" Bakugo yells at you

"What the f@ck were you thinking!? Damn it!"

You just stare at Bakugo mouth opening and closing uselessly like a fish out of water, you want to say something, give him some lame excuse, but nothing comes out, then suddenly you feel like you're about to be sick to your stomach…

You feel your head begin to spin, you feel as though you can't breathe, your body begins to shake uncontrollably, your chest begins to ache and you feel your heart rate go up

And you begin to freak out even more as you realize what's happening, you're having a panic attack.

In front of Bakugo.

You immediately drop to the floor and sit down, beginning to rock back and forth, while hugging yourself, whispering "no, no, no, no" over and over again

Your mind is now swirling with a jumble of thoughts that don't make much sense, it's like you have a bunch of puzzle pieces in your brain that just don't quite fit together

You begin gasping for breath and there's this awful feeling in your gut as if you're about to throw up, and your chest begins to hurt more

Your body is still shaking and you feel like you want to cry, scream, yell or maybe even just pass out! You're not sure, your brain is a pile of mush right now, you can't think straight,

let alone decipher what your feeling right now

In fact you can barely think at all right now with the way your mind is reeling!

Suddenly you feel warmth around your body and two strong hands on your back, hugging you loosely

You look up to see black fabric of a t-shirt in front of you and feel hot breath on your neck and ear, sending shivers down your already shaking spine, and you realize that it's Bakugo

You try to push him off, but he just hugs you tighter, causing you to kind of nuzzle into the crook of his neck and instead of panicking like you normally would, you instead feel safe and comforted

"I need you take a deep breath for me L/n" He says quietly into your ear

You feel one of his warm hands begin to rub your back gently trying to help you calm down

You try to steady your breathing and get your heart rate to go back down to normal and you try, even though it's kind of out of your control, to get the shaking to stop, but to no avail!

You're still gasping for air and your heart rate hasn't gone down and the shaking hasn't stop

You shake your head against his neck and shoulder

"I 'gasp' ca 'gasp' n't" You say between gasps for breath

After a few seconds you hear Bakugo sigh and feel him begin to shift and your afraid he's about to let you go and stop hugging you

But he doesn't, in fact he's still technically hugging and holding you, Bakugo had picked you up bridal style and was now carrying you over to your bed

He sits down on your bed and he leans against the wall, your head laying gently on his shoulder facing his neck, your legs are loosely wrapped around him and your chest is against his, you can feel his heartbeat and his steady breathes beneath you

"Alright, I need you to listen very carefully to me L/n" he says softly

You nod your head against his shoulder, not really able to give an audible answer at the moment as you're still gulping for air

"We are going to breathe together, alright? I want you to do your best at copying my movements" he whispers gently into your ear

"Ready?"

You nod your head against his shoulder again

"Okay, In…" You feel him take a deep breath in and you try to copy his movements, and surprisingly you're able to, shakily, do it

"Out…" he says releasing the air from his lungs

You shakily copy the movement

"Good" he says, "again, In…" he takes another deep breath in, and you do your best to copy him

"Out…" he says releasing the breath slowly, and you copy him in turn

You both sit there like that for a few more minutes, with him breathing and coaching you to copy him, and little by little you begin to breathe normally again, you feel your heart rate go down, your chest stops hurting and your mind stops racing

You close your eyes for a few seconds and nuzzle into his neck a little more, before peeling your head back and sitting up a little bit to look at his face

"I- Thank you, for doing that, for um helping me" you say

"Don't worry about it dumb@ss, I'm just glad that you're alright! Though you did nearly give me a heart attack earlier when I saw you reaching for that knife" he says chuckling dryly

Your face goes pale "Oh, That! That was, um, that was, sh!t, Bakugo-"

"Heheh, do worry about it right now idiot, we can talk about it later, for now you just relax" he says

Your eyes soften and you lay your head back against his shoulder nuzzling your face into his neck again and relax against him, allowing your body to kind of slump against his, and you wrap your legs around him a little tighter

Bakugo then rests his head on yours and wraps his arms around you a little tighter, closing his eyes and relaxing with you

You smile tiredly and close your eyes sighing in contentment as you sit there comfortably in Bakugo's arms

And you have no idea how long you've been sitting like that for when you feel Bakugo begin to shift, he releases his grip on you a little and lays you down in your bed, before quietly crawling over you and off your bed

You open your eyes to him walking towards your open door

"You're not leaving yet are you?" You ask your voice coming out surprisingly small

"No, I'm just closing the door" he says doing just that, before walking back your bed, and crawling over you and laying down next you

You roll over and smile at him, he gives you a tired half-smile back before yawning and wrapping his arms around you pulling you to his chest, rest his head on top of yours

"Goodnight dumb@ss" he says already beginning to drift off

"Goodnight Bakugo" you say nuzzling into his chest

And you both fall asleep like that, wrapped up in eachothers arms, nothing else mattered right now except that you had each other, everything else could wait until tomorrow

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THE. END.

I hope you all enjoyed and found comfort of some sort in that!

Sorry for any typos or misspellings!

I have no beta reader, so I just try my best to read through and find them myself though I probably missed some, so sorry!

I also posted this fic on Ao3, Quotev, and Wattpad !

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Anyways! I hope you all have a wonderful day/ night!

Byee~ 🥰

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postsofbabel · 7 months

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vorefessing · 2 months

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List of pred crushes i have but it gets progressively more unhinged /nonsexual /i have a type:

-gl/am/ro/ck f/re/dd/y from fn/af se/cu/ri/t/y b/re/ac/h

-c!s/co/t/t (as in character not content creator) from em/pi/re/s s/m/p & li/fe se/ri/es

-st/an (le/y) pi/ne/s from gr/av/it/y f/al/ls

-ma/rt/in b/la/ck/wo/od from th/e m/ag/nu/s a/rc/h/iv/es

-e/da c/la/wt/ho/rn/e from th/e o/wl ho/us/e

-bi/sm/ut/h from s/te/ve/n u/ni/ve/rs/e

-zo/ra (forgor her last name) from ep/it/he/t e/ra/se/d

-sp/ec/im/en 4 from sp/oo/ky/'s ju/mp/sc/ar/e m/an/si/on

-li/tt/le re/d r/id/in/g h/oo/d m/er/ce/na/ry from lo/bo/to/my co/rp/or/at/io/n

-ha/nk wi/mb/le/to/n from m/ad/ne/ss co/mb/at

This isn't even half of them tbh

GOD YOU ARE SO RIGHT ABOUT ST.AN ARE YOU KIDDING ME… I love him so much.

#extreme cuddling #vore confessions #sfw vore #soft vore #safe vore

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aita-alternia · 7 months

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&m I (11, nb, violet) t#e &ss#ole for bre&king up t#e trolls I’m &uspisticing for?

J (12, m, indigo) &nd I were moir&ils for over & sweep &nd cur&ted & strong r&pport toget#er. #e underst&nds me better t#&n &nyone in t#e world. We were insep&r&ble - &t le&st, until L (11.5, f, rust) c&me &long. I never liked #er, not even in & bl&ckrom w&y, s#e just sucks. S#e const&ntly m&kes EVERYT#ING &bout #er, &nd J &grees wit# me t#&t #er be#&vior is &nnoying. T#e problem is, #e t#inks t#&t’s #ot. I kept telling #im s#e’s getting in t#e w&y of our muc# more import&nt p&le rel&tions#ip, but #e w&s telling me I w&s just je&lous t#&t #e #&d more t#&n one qu&dr&nt filled &nd I would never find &nyone else willing to put up wit# my bulls#it.

Ok&y, m&ybe I ex&gger&ted on c&lling myself t#eir &uspistice, but re&lly, t#ey need one. T#ey’re &bsolutely not good for e&c# ot#er, not even in & kismesissitude, &nd someone needs to intervene! #e never used to &ct like this! T#ey bot# got m&d &ny time I tried to m&ke t#em be#&ve re&son&bly t#oug#, &nd I’m pretty sure #e only #&tes #er bec&use s#e’s & lowblood, w#ic# is & #orrible found&tion for & kismesissitude.

So… I pitc#-#it on L, just to prove #er bl&ckrom wit# J is & f&d &nd s#e’s not worth #is time. L did bre&k up wit# J… but only bec&use s#e c&ught on to my sc#eming &nd w&nts to be my kismesis inste&d. S#e s&ys if I didn’t like #er in t#&t w&y, w#y would I go t#roug# so muc# effort to fuck over #er &nd J? Well, J found out too, &nd #e broke up wit# me. Now I’ve &ccident&lly become L’s kismesis &nd lost the only troll t#&t &ctu&lly m&ttered to me. L cle&rly didn’t h&te J enoug# for it to l&st t#oug#, so I w&s obviously rig#t!

So &m I re&lly t#e &ss#ole #ere?

#am i the asshole #unreality

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hxllblazer · 3 months

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@normaltothemax john and jordan and bonding || sc!

Yeah, he was a bit painfully aware of what this was going to look like, but it beat the alternative for the poor bastard.

“This seat taken?” A quick flash of a smile, a slide up and pretend to be all buddy buddy. “Say, I know you, yeah? Ol’ Jimmy’s so-and-so, cousin off o’ his cousin’s third relationship. ‘ows Nancy?” Loud, maybe unnecessarily so, but the way John glanced beyond a bit—yeah… they were still there.

At least that old voodoo bastard had the nerve to actually use one of the local gangs instead of send the zombies this time. At least it appeared that he could count on human error in trying to hunt down their target.

“Should tell ‘em to give Uncle Johnny a call, y’know?” A quiet count, leaning in this time to whisper. “Big ‘n dumb back there ‘ve been following you for the last block. Suggest playing along and I’ll get ye outta here ‘fore they try to zombificate you.”

#normaltothemax #prattling along «✦» ( in character #disaster con «✦» ( main

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its-moopoint · 1 year

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Spot the lies and imagine what they would have done with a wedding or domestic photo of C&T after seeing what they said and manipped since the day they decided to ship SC.

Anonymous asked:

If Caitriona put one photo of the happy family, she, Tony and the child, it would have put the end point, and part of the fans raised the white flag. But she doesn't !! Why does she not want to close this topic forever?!!

odessa-2

Or even just a photo of her and Tony doing something domestic...a holiday snap, lounging on the sofa.....Just one photo. Even if its just his sideburns in the background. Nothing. Ever. That is not privacy. It's secrecy and deception. She's posted pics of her mum, dad, siblings, her cat, Sam but somehow Mr shy doesn't make the cut.

nanny-61

When I saw the photograph of Sam comforting Caitriona at her fathers funeral in the front row, it just confirmed everything we have thought from the beginning

nandan11

The only time T shows up in public is during promo.

shoutlandish

IMO, she (they) have not been pushing the narrative much lately, so let’s avoid upset and let sleeping dogs lie by not challenging the narrative. We know the truth, so there’s no need to ask for proof that will never come.

tatili

Photos with Cait's husband we have seen many, I mean with her real husband Sam, we are only missing the family photo of the Heughans because with what happened at the funeral the narrative definitely went down the drain.

ready4newyear

Yep, same with never saying "my husband Tony". That or the pic as mentioned would help end speculation but it doesn't happen.

outlander169

The closest I 've seen is the video of the IFTA award she received. She stood up, kissed Tony and thanked him in her speech. I wanted to hurl thinking how must Sam feel with this pushed narrative. AND. She didn't say "husband" Tony. Just Tony.

wildfernflower

@outlander169 She stood up and gave him a kiss that lasted a split second, and immediately ran onto the stage. That kiss was so quick and weird that it's hard to tell if she really kissed him, or just pretended her lips touched his face. That kiss was for show, not real and sincere, she made it as short and quick as possible and rushed onto the stage with relief. She must have felt uncomfortable pretending so clumsily to be intimate with him, because she never did it again afterwards. If I'm not wrong, she thanked him in her speech but she mentioned his name together with the names of her team members, not as if he was personally important to her.

pippa20191

She could stop it with one photo. And she doesn’t. That says it all to me.

They ask for things they don't want. Whenever they get pictures of Tait they claim that's staged or a manip or they refuse to say it's Tony or they hide the pictures.

When C mentions T as her husband and states Rolando has known her husband since they started dating she's saying Rolando is a whole different separate person from her husband, but they do take this and choose to manipulate to keep their lie.

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