#what they do not need is millions of people screaming at them to apologize

[alexa-fika]

okay hold up I just a.. unique idea

Im rewatching OP and im at sabody arc, n Laffy jist knocked the shit outta the noble

Idk who to ask this for but id love to see how'd you'd write a character reacticing to a noble trynna BUY child reader..

Or perhaps how mihawk would react with them trynna buy winged!child!reader?? IDK IT JIST SPROUTED

Do with as you will👹

Embracing Feelings and Family (Rayleigh x gn!winged!child!reader)

A/N: Not sure how to feel about this one., I think is really mid, maybe it’s just because of the dark nature of the piece itself but idk. I think this goes without saying based on the request but beware of the dark undertones of this piece as it portrays human slavery and auctioning. I couldn’t come up with something for mihawk so I went with our favorite grandpa

Dividers by @/saradika

“Up next, we have ourselves a true rarity! This one will blow your minds; we have a winged child! You can fly it around as you want or even have them carry you around the skies! They can even deliver you special things in a fraction of a time!” The announcer enthusiastically explained

“Let us start the bid at 10 Million Berry! Who offers 10 Million Berry?!”

“Let me go, you Jerks! Im not an item!” The child growls, banging on the cage’s bars

Charlos awes childishly before throwing out the first bid

“It’s a big Bird! It’s a Big Bird! 50 million Berry!” He yelled out joyfully before waving happily to the child in the cage

“Grandpa will get you all! Grandpa will save me, you gross creeps!”

The bidders ignore the child’s threats, continuing to bid

“60 million!” A man in the back screams

“80 million!” Another man hollers back

“I’ll do 800 million!” Charlos shouts back while waving his arms frantically in the air excitedly

“D-Does somebody bid any higher?”

“800 million….” “Awe, man, I was excited to have it too!” The crowd mutters

“Going in 3!

Going in 2!

Going in 1!

Sold!

The winged child goes to Saint Charlos for 800 million berry!”

Reader screams as they open the door to their cage and begin pulling on the chains, trying to pull them out and take him toward Charlos.

“Don’t touch me!” They sneered, throwing a kick toward the handler that was closest to them

The handler dodges out of the way and gives them a look.

“Rude little one, don’t bite the hand that feeds you!” The handler growls

“You have just been bought for a very generous amount of money for no one less than a Saint himself! A nobody like you should be Grateful!” They turn towards The Saint and bow

“A-Apologies for its insolence Saint Charlos; if I may, I’ll gladly teach it some manners for you; no need to trouble someone of your status to teach slaves some tricks.”

Charlos groans, sticking his finger in his nose.

“Could you hurry it up? I want to fly it!”

“Yes, Yes, of course; im sure you must be extremely busy, Saint Charlos. I promise not to take more time than is needed!” they assure him, turning around towards the child

“Now come here, you stupid brat,” they growl, raising a baton towards them.

“You will learn to listen!" the exclaim, bringing the baton down, but instead of receiving a blow, the man before them falls to the ground, knocked unconscious.

Reader sighs with relief when the man falls to the ground, the people in the auctioning house following the familiar pattern they have come to expect from their grandpa’s powerful Haki

“Grandpa!” They say, trying to flutter their way to Rayleigh but are cut short due to the chains binding them, causing them to plummet to the ground

“Ow”

“Geez, Reader.”

Rayleigh sighs calmly as he wrenches the chains from them easily, not paying any mind to the explosions that followed once they were removed.

“You seem to be able to get yourself in all kinds of trouble,” He says calmly as he sets the child back down

“Haven’t I told you not to get near this place and much less showing off those wings of yours?”

“What was it this time?” He asks as he looks them over for injuries

“I tried to fly higher…but a wind current caught me, and I couldn’t get myself out from it; it dragged me here, and they brought me here.”

“A wind current?” Rayleigh asks curiously

“One strong enough to drag even you, that’s pretty surprising, to say the least,” He says as he continues to look them over

“Are you alright? Have you sustained any injuries?”

“Im okay.”

“Alright, good to know,” He says as he scoops them up and leaves the wretched place.

“That must have been scary, huh? Im sorry it took me so long to get there; my body doesn’t move the way I want to anymore.”

“I wasn’t scared,” they mutter

“It’s okay, you know.”

“What?”

“To be scared for one’s life from time to time it’s not something one should be ashamed to admit; it doesn’t make us any less brave; you have the right to be scared, just as much as you have the right to be brave.”

“Your feelings are real; you shouldn’t deny them,” He says as he continues to carry them

They stare at him as their eyes begin to water

He smiles gently

“Just let it out, Reader; no one will think less of you for being scared.”

They hug him tighter, diving their head in his shirt as sobs start escaping them

“T-They kept calling me ‘it,’ they kept saying how they would fly me around like I was a kite,” they sob

He ran his fingers through their hair while he let them continue to cry, hugging them back tightly as he did.

He couldn’t help the anger he felt rising when thinking about what had happened inside the auction house

He rubs their back gently as he continues to walk

“Nothing that they told you in it is true; Reader, do not listen to their words; you are invaluable and your own person, not someone to be owned,” He says

“I -I know b-but the way they said it, they meant it, Grandpa; I was nothing but an item for them to use in their eyes.”

He pulls them a bit more tightly as he did

"I know, some people are like that, wretched beings who enjoy stepping in other people and causing them misery simply because they can."

“You are someone special to me; always remember that; you are the biggest treasure for me and your grandmother,” He says gently as they rub their back

"Now what do you say we go back to the shack and ask Grandma to make you your favorite drink?" they offer, chuckling when they feel the child nooding

"Can we add extra chocolate to it?"

"Anything you want, Reader," he smiles, knowing that it would take a long time and effort to build their confidence and sense of security back to where it was after everything that had happened, but they would get there together.

Ya’ll I have summoned my choice wheels to do some platonic!reader x character, not child reader, normal age reader but still platonic 👀 Had to fight to find some good roulettes.

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[piracytheorist]

Episode 33 reaction!

*incoherent screaming*

WHY DID THEY MAKE THIS CUTE. WHY DOES IT WORK. I LOVE IT.

Yor talks about how they'll just put them in that inflatable boat and then go to the other ship, but would that really work with the amount of assassins on board? All they'd need to do would be fire with a sniper while the trio were boarding.

Anyway. Caught by the smell, after all. And indeed Yor doesn't seem to have a scent that super-smeller Turtleneck Guy can pick up. Interesting!

I love how Anya didn't even have to negotiate this. She wasn't even direct about it.

Also, it looks like Anya got a little more comfortable hearing a myriad of passionate thoughts around her? Like, remember episode three, where she passed out from the amount of thoughts around her. Here she didn't seem bothered at all and thought she could "look around" for Yor's thoughts. Is that a sign that she's getting stronger and gaining more control of her power?

I love how Yor saw the two guys standing by the hallway and went like "These are probably assassins" and they were indeed assassins.

Okay. This spread is hilarious, with all the different expressions side by side, and I'm glad I had the manga in a physical copy and could see it in all its glory XD

It was so sweet, how Olka tried to calm down Gram 🥺 the voice actress did such a great work there!

They actually fit three full chapters and one short chapter in one episode, and it still didn't feel rushed, what the hell! Like they took their time showing everything. This is amazing.

I love how Gram got excited over jumping around in Yor's arms XD

The sniper got an order to kill the baby too, if possible! The fuck!

Setting a fight between assassins - which includes a lot of shooting - amidst a firework show is brilliant. The plain guests had no idea what was happening just a few meters away from them.

AND YOR GOT HURT!

The difference between their reactions at the other dodging was hilarious. The sniper went like "She dodged that???!?!" and Yor was like "Aw shucks, he dodged it."

Then. Yor. Fucking. DESTROYED. A DAGGER WITH HER BARE FINGERNAILS. What the actual fuck! (I accidentally typo-ed "bear fingernails" there but was it actually incorrect? This woman is a beast!)

And Gram is still having fun! Fireworks? Time to cry. People trying to kill them? Laughing his heart out :D

My god! The assassins coming out, and Yor doing her tricks with her stilettos before preparing her stance? The animators really understand the assignment!

Some good quick action there, McMahon coming to their help and I THINK I MIGHT HAVE SCREAMED WHEN ZEB GOT HIT.

Like they were actually falling and I was like. Please tell me he wore a bulletproof vest. Please tell me he won't die. PLEASE DON'T DIE ;_;

So yeah. I was so relieved to see he had a vest. And it's also funny that they took a humorous tone with that. A bit of an emotional whiplash was expected there XD

There's so much good animation there I can't even begin to comment on it. I'll have to gif a lot tomorrow :D Probably :D

Anyway. THEY MESSED WITH THE WRONG BITCH

Glorious.

McMahon cleaning up! Both preparing to fuck shit up!

I love how Yor apologized for using a guy's dead body as a shield from bullets. Kindness over all!

And then Loid wondering why Anya is still so excited after a long show of fireworks. He would lose his mind as a modern parent whose child could listen to Baby Shark a million times in a row.

A literal bloodshow ensues! Yor killing guy after guy and McMahon cleaning up after her!

Meanwhile, Anya and Loid enjoy the fireworks, and the office dudes win a fortune. Wins all around!

Though shit! The mace guy broke one of Yor's stilettos! Sacrilege!

They didn't pull back. With the soft song accompanying the action, we then get a hilarious (!!) montage of Yor taking out the assassins one by one and HOW DO THEY DO THAT. How is the humor in this show so effective I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. Like, Endo's writing is funny in and of itself, but then the anime manages to pick up from that and use make it over the top! I love it.

Turtleneck guy thinks he's in the position to judge Yor??? Shut up my dude.

So McMahon is a pretty traditional dude, huh. Interesting. And did Turtleneck Guy really go like, "No, YOU will be eaten by sharks!" Like was that the best you could do XD

But then! Things get deeply serious! McMahon isn't dead, is he? O_O (don't answer)

Oh my god there's so much more I can barely comment! The katana guy being over the top! Yor worrying over breaking Loid and Anya's hearts! BECAUSE SHE'LL DIE. The haircut moment XD

But then Yor had her moment of wondering and then got her ass kicked and shit.

It is not clear in the anime, but it looks like in the manga Yor ripped the earring off her earlobe to stop Turtleneck Guy from moving on.

It's kind of tragic, how the Briar siblings ended up. Yor got into a dangerous, soul-eating job to protect Yuri's carefree life, and Yuri, seeing the sacrifices she made for him, did the same for her. They're so desperate to protect each other from the evils of the world, because they're all they have...

But now she's got even more of a motive...

So what if I cry? What if I dissolve into a puddle of tears and feels? So what? T_T

WHAT IF I LOSE MY MIND. BECAUSE HE DOES UNDERSTAND. IT'S THE VERY SAME THING HE DOES.

One last moment of logic that yes, she did rip her earlobe.

And now I continue screaming. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#thoughts for the extra part will come later cause!! fuck!! #Spy x Family #sxf reaction

[the1975attheirverybest]

COUNTDOWN TO SATVB

True Romance

A/N: an Education extra. Matty and Amelia’s first ever date. Dedicated to one of my favorite humans @x-a-black-winged-dove-x

Warnings: none

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“You don’t like your food, do you?” Matty nodded down at Amelia’s full plate. 

“Hmm?” She wasn’t even listening.

“You hate the food.”

”What? No, no! No I don’t hate it!” She’d overdone it with the fake enthusiasm, sounding more excited than anyone needs to be about dinner. She stabbed her fork into the food, stuffing it into her mouth. 

Matty giggled, reaching over the table and stopping her hand. “You don’t have to do all that. I know you hate it. You’ve been pushing the food around from one side of the plate to the other all night.”

Amelia looked down at her plate to escape Matty’s penetrating gaze. He knew her well. Too well to be lied to. She shrugged. “It’s just….I don’t know if I’ve ever told you, but, I’m a vegetarian.”

“A vegeta-“ realization hit him like a lightening rod. “Fuck!”

The expensive elderly people in thr eco shave suits and dresses sitting around the overly priced restaurant turned around, scandalized by Matty’s language. 

Amelia bit her lip. “Husshhh!! Matty! Be quiet.”

“You’re a vegetarian. I knew that. I did! I promise. I- I- just….forgot. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll get you something else. anything you want. Doesn’t even have to be on the menu. Hold on. I’ll have the chef himself come out here…”

Amelia found his flustered fumbling both endearing and amusing. “Hey, hey, hey. Matty…calm down. It’s all good. I’m fine, I’ll just…pick at the side vegetables.”

“What? That’s not happening. You’ve got to eat. A real meal. I’m not going out with a rabbit.”

“It’s honestly not that big of a deal. The things I’m wearing underneath this dress and too uncomfortable, anyway. I’d burst in two if I eat anything real.”

Matty’s shoulders slumped in defeat. He covered his face with his hands, fighting the urge to scream. He rubbed his eyes, frustrated. 

“Let’s just go home, Amelia.”

“What?! No! Matty, please- it’s really fine. I’ll eat anything. We don’t have to go….”

It was too late, Matty had already waved the waiter over and produced a credit card out of his wallet, whispering to the waiter to bring over the bill. 

“C’mon.” He stuck his hand out to her, helping her out of the chair and carrying her purse for her. 

The walked in silence under the starry night sky, the cobblestone pavements echoing in the quiet around them. 

Amelia’s hand felt sweaty in Matty’s hold. She felt tied to a ticking time bomb. Waiting for him to explode any minute was too painful, she decided to get ahead of it. 

“Matty? I’m sorry.” She whispered, sounding meek and small. “Sorry, I ruined our date.”

Matty had been lost in thought, looking up at the sky, pondering his situation, so it took him a moment to fully grasp what she’d said. But when he did, it appalled him. 

“What? Did you just apologize to me?” He frowned down at her. 

“Well….umm…yeah. Cuz, like….you’re obviously upset. And I get it. It’s our first official date. And you went through the trouble of finding this really fancy place, and-“

“Amelia, why are you apologizing to me? It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I should know my date’s dietary preferences. It’s the most basic, minimal expectation. And I do. I know you’re not a meat eater. But I ordered for you. Didn’t even let you say anything.” He sighed loudly. “On top of bringing you to this fuckin…insufferable place. You obviously looked uncomfortable. It’s not your vibe.” He squeezed her hand as he spoke. “And now you’re cold,” he stopped in his tracks, pulling her back when she kept walking. 

Matty took off his jacket, draping it over her shoulders. 

“It’s not your vibe either.”

Matty’s head dipped in shame. “I know; I know…I just- wanted it to be special.”

Amelia chuckled loudly. 

“What! I’m serious. It’s not funny.” He blushed. 

“It’s a little funny.”

“It’s just that we’ve done low effort things. Like as friends. We’ve been out to dinner millions of times before. We’ve seen films. We’ve done all that stuff that people usually do on first dates. We know each other quite well. It’s not like I can sit there and pretend not to know you and ask questions about your work. Or your family. I…wanted it to be different. Didn’t want you to think that I- that I- didn’t appreciate you enough. That it would just be the same as when we weren’t dating.”

Amelia placed a hand on her heart. “That’s actually sweet.”

Matty rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, worked out great didn’t it.”

Amelia looked around her, left and right, scanning the banners and store signs as the passed by. 

“This one’s perfect!” She squealed once she’d spotted a chicken shop, pulling Matty but the sleeve of his shirt. “Here, let’s go and restart our day in there.”

Matty’s eyes shot up, his eyebrows raised as he read the sign. “Really? Aren’t we a little overdressed for chicken? Besides, aren’t you a vegetarian?”

“So? Vegetarians eat French fries. Any you wear suits everywhere shut the fuck up.” She rushed into the store, dragging Matty behind her. 

“I’ll have a large order of French fries and whatever my handsome date here is having….oh and two cokes please.”

“This is our first date? Gazing into each others eyes over a plate of ….Chicken?” Matty shook his head in disbelief. 

“It’s not about the plate. It’s about the eyes that we’re gazing into.”

#matty healy fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fluff #matty healy fic #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x oc

[lieutenantfloyd]

For better or worse Beau is, and always has been, a deeply prideful man. It’s often the first thing people learn about him. The following fact being that the closest he's ever come to an apology in his decades-long career is a curt head nod and an inexplicably soulful expression. But now, six days into his yearly two-week trip deep in the Alaskan wilderness, everything has come crashing down and he’s left fighting the urge to declare vanquishment. Simply because he asked his longtime crush to tag along. Crush. He's always hated that word. What a childish way to refer to feelings far deeper and more complex than he’d ever like to admit. Yet, that’s really all you were to him. That’s all he’ll let you be. He never lets himself feel, no, think deeper about you. Not about how you're each other's emergency contact, not about how he keeps a picture of your smiling face on his desk and in his wallet. And in his car visor. And on his bedside…, and definitely not about how you were one of the few people who didn’t run for the hills the first time you met him. Though on lonelier nights, he slips up and ponders why you chose to stick around or why you dared to dig deeper. The reality of the situation washes over him. His mind alternates between emotional panic and scanning the tree line in hopes that some beast will come and swallow him whole. You're here, with your head propped up on his right shoulder, and the intricacies of life that keep him up at night are suddenly neither here nor there. The sudden shift of your weight at his side abruptly pulls him back to reality. A comfortable silence hangs between you; and against his better judgment, he abandons those terribly interesting snow covered spruces to instead spare you a nervous glance. As if on cue, your eyes drop from the sky and meet his. Instinct screams at him to move, only it speaks just a second too late. Now you find yourselves completely frozen. Not unlike the lake on the outskirts of his family’s property. A million different emotions stir inside him while pure delight blooms on your features. A lazy smile hangs on your lips as your gaze bounces between his eyes and the powder that is now undoubtedly scattered in his short cropped hair. Last night's snow had returned. For the first time, he admits that; just like the early morning weather broadcast; he was wrong. Undeniably, wholeheartedly, and undoubtedly wrong.

Love is alive.

Not in fairy tale endings and Nicholas Sparks adaptations, but in drunken spur-of-the-moment invites because you can’t imagine being there without them. It's there when you’re rummaging through a dusty closet. search for your old winter coat even though you told them ten times to pack one. It’s in matching Adirondack chairs and locking eyes over a campfire. Love looks at him with a kindness he will never be able to award himself. Its home is just inches away.

Now all he needs to do is reach out and claim it.

a/n: Firstly, thank you to @ahopelessromanticwritersworld for sending me this idea in the first place! I hope this lives up to what you imagined!! Another thank you to @bbooks-and-teas, @noxytopy, and @marchingicenotes7 for encouraging me to post this as well!

#beau cyclone simpson #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun x reader #cyclone #top gun fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun movie #cyclone top gun #cyclone headcanons #cyclone simpson #beau cyclone simpson x reader #cyclone x reader #top gun imagine #top gun fic #top gun fandom #top gun fluff

[lauranthalasah]

I believe Nate's arc is not that much about redemption, I believe it is about healing. He acted the way he did not because he is an evil person, he was hurt, always on the defensive, but there were reasons for that, probably more than the ones I can grasp, so he felt attacked and responded in kind. We know that the team, Will, Ted, meant no harm to him (at least in season 2),but we saw season 1, we saw Nate's reality for who knows how long, and when Ted came he didn't demand a stop of the bullying, like, I understand where he was coming from, but for the bullied person... it sucks, basically Ted put the team over the individual here. Listen, I adore Ted, but this was a shit move, I like it as part of the story, because it shows us that Ted isn't perfect, it shows us he has blind spots, blind spots that in season 2 covered Nate's actions. I also like it because it adds more reality to Nate's feelings, we know that Ted didn't have his back completely, so Nate is right to doubt him.

Now, of course, what Nate did/said in season 2 was not right, but it came from a place of hurt. What he said to Colin was wrong, but we do remember Colin was one of his bullies, probably for years, and I do not remember Colin actually apologizing to him (maybe he did... I really don't remember). The way Nate treated Will was the worst for me because Will truly didn't deserve it at all, but it came from the same hurt, feeling ridiculed and replaced. Then we have what he did and said to Ted, funny enough most of what he said to Ted shouldn't have been directed at him, I think it's more something that was meant for his own father, because Ted did treat him different than the previous year, but because he treated him more like an equal, something that Nate wasn't ready to see and/or internally accepted back then because he still was searching for paternal approval. What he did... by telling Trent about Ted's panic attacks, that was a low blow, but I think it is the public humiliation that Nate had to live with when being bullied all those years that moves him to do that, retaliation, the bullying did end with Ted's management, but not with Ted's direct actions.

Season 2 Nate hurt so bad for me, like at the end, when he screams at Ted and leaves... I think I felt mostly like Ted, sad. I know that in Ted's case there's a part of guilt too, but I think mostly it's sadness, Nate was hurting so bad, he was so lost, and he was backlashing at everything in an attempt to regain some control, and everything came from internal conflict. I, one hundred percent, understand why Ted forgives him immediately, I did too. What I love about Nate in season 3 is how bit by bit he claws his way back to his heart, how he learns to stand for himself, for what he believes, and starts liking the way he is, and taking risks. Now he is in a good place internally, now he has accepted himself, doesn't need external validation so much, accepts and laughs a bit about his own shortcomings, and it's finally realizing that not everyone is out to get him, and maybe, they weren't back then either. Because now he also understands his own values, and maybe... Other people did value him after all, and they weren't attacking him, maybe they weren't leaving him on the side, maybe they meant it when they called him "The Great" and "Wonder Kid", because maybe, just maybe, he is worth all of that. So now... now he can see that he acted wrongly to some people, because their intentions weren't what he thought they were, and now he can finally say "I'm sorry" and mean it.

I'm sure that there are a million things I'm missing, I've seen some people criticizing this arc and I don't meant the people who hate Nate or attacked Nick Mohammed, I mean the people that don't like the arc itself, I have to be honest, I don't even live in an English speaking country, so I'm sure there are aspects here that are controversial that I can't see simply because I lack the referential stand point for them. But it is not easy to understand those aspects through Tumblr, cause I've seen a post saying "only white people like Nate's arc" and immediately after I saw one of someone that identified themselves as having the same background as Nate saying they loved his arc... so I get REALLY confused! As someone that lives and is from a latin american country,  I love Nate's arc!

#ted lasso #nate shelley #and #nick mohammed #has acted his ass off the three seasons! #he is frigging amazing! #ted lasso spoilers

[nanomooselet]

Episode Eleven: To a New World

Deep breaths. Uh, pre-emptive apologies; I keep the tightest grip I can over my tone, but this ep sliced me off at the knees. There's a lot of anger in it.

I like Wolfwood. Lots of people do. And I like Knives. Besides Vash himself they pop up on my dash more frequently than any other character. Maybe I like Knives more than Wolfwood because I enjoy poking his horrible trash brain with a stick, but Nick's certainly got his charms.

But I can't get around it. This is the episode where Knives... violates Vash. And this is the episode where Wolfwood turns his back as Vash is screaming in pain and despair, reliving all the worst moments of his life. For reasons (I'M WORKING ON IT and they're not that Meryl is The Girl), Wolfwood was never going to be the one to save Vash from his agony. Back in the initial watch, before I knew anything else, I knew it just wasn't going to happen.

So, sorry, Nick - you’ve had a rough time, but I still giggled when Meryl kicked you in the shin as you tried to pretend you didn't give a shit. I needed the levity. Off you go, brood over your sins and the whatnot. I'm sure Vash is gonna be just fine.

And you, Millions Knives. Today it's the tire iron.

This is the first time we finally see him fully revealed - full face, cloak discarded, even his thoughts themselves laid bare. (By the way, he's not actually naked; that's just a very, very tight bodysuit. I think he wears it so he looks like his idea of what a Masculine Plant is, like an Italian Renaissance sculpture. Also pretty sure he made it himself. Without it, he'd look just as human as Vash does.) Knives spends a lot of time talking, often very passionately... but you still cannot trust anything he says to be the truth; not about himself, not about Vash. At best, there might be a tiny sprinkle of truth prettying up a great big lie. Or he genuinely believes what he's saying; it's just that he's confidently wrong. I don't doubt, for instance, that Vash really is motivated by a lot of guilt over the Fall, not least because Knives was the one who put that guilt on Vash and left it to slowly consume him. Nonetheless I always think back to the line, "Does their praise cure it? The loneliness?" because, well, no? It doesn't? Because that’s not the point. Vash doesn't do what he does for praise or to avoid loneliness. If you try and tell him he's good at something he brushes you off - "just lucky!" and then he's vanished through the backdoor before you can thank him.

Similarly, we see a moment where Knives just straight up changes reality to suit his narrative - when poor Rollo called for Vash, he said that he wanted to live. In Knives's world, he begs Vash for death.

When Knives says these things, it's not accurate criticism of Vash, or of his philosophy, or even anything to do with the Plants. It's not the truth. It's not an argument. It's a probe.

Especially in this episode. Knives is trying to rip Vash open. He’s searching for the points where he can apply pressure - the most efficient means to break him down. How true his words are is not relevant. Only whether or not they hurt Vash, weaken his resolve, undermine his ego and confidence - which he already barely has anyway because of Knives.

Why the hell would he do this? I mean, as much as I can be sure of anything with this guy, I’m sure that Knives loves Vash very much. His brother might well be all that he loves - all that he has left. We can argue about what kind of love (though it's really not a debate I want to get into, so I’ll capitalise the words Very Normal and leave it at that). But it is love. Forget about the higher plane and the dependent Plants (which is to say I'll try and find a way to get down my thoughts on them, but not at this time). Knives is doing what he’s doing because he loves Vash.

Specifically, he’s doing it so that Vash won't leave him.

Imagine how the moments before the crash must have felt for Rem. Every second counts in an emergency, and yet she took the time, perhaps selfishly, to ensure her children escaped before anyone else. I think she'd already decided to go back for the sleepers, but the longer she went without doing so the less possible it became and the harder it got to keep her resolve. Still she took those precious moments, the last they ever had together, for the love of her boys. A chance was all she had to give them, but her work was done too soon.

And Nai. With the knowledge of the rest of the series he was acting so calm because he planned this, and it went just the way he expected it would – until the moment he reached out his hand, and Rem said no. We don't see his face, but we do see Vash, pleading desperately, thrown hard back into his seat, and it was Nai who did that when Rem refused him.

Remember? Nai offered Rem a choice.

So to Knives, that left Vash to be only thing in the world that matters as much completing his crusade. I suspect he views the two as the same goal – having Vash back means killing the humans, and killing the humans means Vash is his. His and Vash's safety, togetherness, and freedom means there must be absolutely nothing left of humanity.

Even if it's the intrinsic humanity of his brother. (And of him. But he's not going to acknowledge that. Nope.)

So Knives didn't simply want Vash without his memories. Knives is a perfectionist - he hates to even admit to the possibility that he might have made a mistake, to the point where he assigns all blame for his actions to Vash. Vash's emotional development under his total control would be too unpredictable, too likely to fail. If given a choice, Vash could make the same choice that Rem did (again), and that risk is simply unacceptable.

So what Knives wants is for Vash to be without autonomy, devoid of independence - a shadow that he casts, empty of agency save that which Knives enacts through him. A graven image. Depending only upon him. Needing only him. If it means he'll finally be first before humanity, rather than alongside or behind them, he won't be all alone. It's only together that they can be perfect, because it's obviously what Vash is for.

After all, they're twins. Vash was born to be with Knives.

I'm sure he's just happy to be useful.

#trigun stampede #tristampparty #meta: tristampparty episodes #trigun meta #yet no matter how comfortable chains are still chains #so many layers to his hypocrisy!! #he says rem built a silly fantasy #as he is creating a fantasy to stick vash in to keep him pacified #i never yell at the screen but i did when That happened to the other plants #already in tears over vash begging for rem #but by the end i saw the shape of rem and knew #knives DID make vash a better plant and it was the second biggest mistake of his entire life #tesla also looks like vash! i don't have time to unpack that but hooooo boy #tw incest #just to be safe #this man is incredibly normal about his brother #also feel like the english dub leaned into the evangelion vibes? #“i need you” says vash #these are too many tags #let me off kenji muto's wild ride #mother is the name of god

[ilongfor-the-arts]

Hello! Please can I request an angst fan fic about Kit Walker from American Horror Story x fem reader, where the reader is a patient in the asylum as well and she is forced to watch Kit taking a harsh caning punishment because he took the blame for her fault, and then after it she also goes comfort him? thank u very much :)

I’ll Live

Pairing: Kit Walker x fem! Reader

Warnings: whipping, blood

Summary: *in req*

Word Count: 1.5k

Disclaimer: I’m sorry! I know you said angst but I couldn’t figure out how to fit that in! Hope this is still up your standards!

“Y/N. Would you come with me please?”

My heart skipped a beat. Being asked to accompany Sister Jude was almost never a good sign. I gulped, my mind scrambling for an explanation.

Shit.

I was starving. I figured a small piece of bread from the kitchen would do no harm.

That's exactly what it was, wasn't it?

I'm going to get whipped for that.

I stood up and wiped my mouth with my napkin. I drew my movements out to avoid giving Sister Jude the impression that I was nervous. On my plate, I shakily arranged all of my silverware into a neat pile.

I flashed Sister Jude a faux smile.

“Of course! Lead the way sister.”

Sister Jude led me through the asylum's bustling halls. I despised this place. I need help! I don’t need to be locked up in a psych ward with people who wouldn't hesitate to eat human feces. Unfortunately, being a young girl suddenly thrown in an asylum meant being subjected to unwanted attention. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to get rid of the piercing stares that made me feel grimy. I knew this place by heart, and with Sister Jude's heavy footfalls to guide me, I could find my way.

Besides, I was aware that we were headed to the main office. The infamous office where disobedient children went to be punished.

My cheap slippers slid across the damp floors. A scream cut through the din. I didn't flinch. Hearing screams in a mental institution was like hearing crying at a funeral. It was to be expected.

“Hey! You know I despise loud noises! Keep that up and it’ll be bare bones for you this evening”

I cast a half-lidded glance at Sister Jude. She was pointing at a man with one long, scraggly finger extended. His skin was covered in blisters that were bright red and leaking pus. His eyes were deep caves of dark brown. As he screamed and slammed into the door, there was nothing behind them. He was a hollow shell. This asylum had ripped out his soul.

Poor thing.

“I’ll send the doctor in for ya’.”

The patient hushed, recoiling back into the void. Sister Jude cast a glance over her shoulder.

“Apologies honey. You know how people can get around these parts.”

I fought the urge to scoff at that statement. The sisters transformed humans into bloodthirsty, soulless monsters. I'd bet a million dollars that those harsh correction methods contributed to that patient's deteriorating condition.

“Yes, I do sister.”

Sister Jude motioned for me to come forward. I followed in her footsteps. We eventually arrived at the dreaded office. My stomach dropped to the floor. I clench my teeth, my mind already dreading whatever they had in store for me.

It was not on my list of possibilities to see Kit Walker bent over the desk, his strong back on full display.

My body stopped.

I didn’t move.

I didn’t breathe.

I didn’t blink.

“Kit?”

Kit cast a glance behind him. He didn't even say hello, which surprised me. He maintained his stoicism. Oh God, what have they done to him?

“Now, Mrs Y/N.”

I averted my gaze from Kit and returned it to Sister Jude. She was taking long, slow strides forward to emphasize her words. She approached the desk, turning on her heels and glaring at me.

Sister Jude pretended to be sympathetic. The sisters all pretended to be nice. But at their core, they were all evil. Even if they did not subject their patients to harsh treatment, they still sit back and observe it.

“We have reason to believe that you stole something from the kitchen a few days ago. Mr. Walker here says that it was him. Frankly, we believe he is taking the blame for you.”

Kit’s back was to me. But I could tell he was rolling his eyes by the subtle movements of his head.

“Oh come on sister! Why would I lie about something as stupid as bread?”

Sister Jude jerked her head to the side. Her glare had shifted to Kit.

“Because you know the punishment for stealing Mr. Walker. Stealing is not virtuous. And we always pride ourselves on the unquestionable virtue of our patients. If someone were to tarnish this reputation or ours, we’d lose our credibility.”

Sister Jude’s words were soft, but her undertone was laced with venom.

“Oh fuck that-”

“Language!”

My knees shook. I did not like where this was going.

“Anyway, Miss. Y/N. If you can look me in the eyes and deny that it was you who stole, then I will take your word for it.”

I gulped, a lump forming in my throat.

“Oh for the last time she didn’t do anything! I’ve told you ten times! Why aren-”

“Quiet! I want to hear from Miss. Y/N.”

I exhaled shakily.

I wanted to confess. But I knew that lying was considered as bad as stealing. The best outcome was for me to lie, as much as I disliked doing so.

“I didn’t steal Sister Jude.”

The lie was not convincing.

“Do you promise?”

I nodded meekly.

“Yes, I promise.”

Kit breathed a sigh of relief. Sister Jude pursed her lips into a straight line.

“Alright then.”

She moved to the other side of the desk, opening a drawer and pulling out a small makeshift whip made of old barbed wire wrapped around leather.

“Frankly, I’m still not convinced you’re telling the truth.”

Sister Jude walked over to where Kit was positioned, his whole body tense with nerves.

“So, you’re going to watch as I deliver fifteen lashes to your sweet Kit. And perhaps that will drive a confession out of you.”

My stomach flipped.

No.

No.

No.

“Come on Sister Jude that’s just cruel-”

“Shut your mouth Mr. Walker.”

My teeth chattered.

No.

No.

No.

This wasn’t really happening.

There was no way in hell.

Sister Jude light stroked the whip, moving behind Kit's body. Her black veil reflected the light streaming in through the large windows, giving her an ethereal appearance. She was taking on the role of a god, inflicting punishment on mere mortals who had done wrong.

The whip pierced the still air. Kit convulsed. His back appeared untouched at first. Then, in the wake of the whip, a deep red gash appeared. Thick droplets of blood were trickling down his back, seeping into his pristine white pants.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes.

Sister Jude slashed his porcelain skin with whip after whip, leaving a messy trail of red gashes. I couldn't bring myself to close my eyes. Sister Jude will know, and the number of gashes will be increased. Kit barely made a sound, save for a few small whines that slipped through his lips now and then.

I was sick to my stomach at the sight. Especially knowing everything was entirely my fault. I wanted to rush over to him, bandage him, and kiss his wounds until they healed.

Sister Jude's annoyance grew with each slash. She wanted me to get down on my knees and confess to my crimes. But I fought to the best of my abilities. I bit my lower lip and blinked away the tears. I'm not going to give her the satisfaction of knowing she's crawling under my skin.

“Alright, that’s enough for now Mr. Walker.”

She was irritated. She was practically fuming. Sister Jude threw the whip to the ground, turned, and bolted out the door. Her head was bowed low.

She was defeated.

My stoic demeanor was broken the moment the lock clicked into place.

Kit collapsed to the ground, his back and pants drenched in dark crimson blood. I rushed over to him, tears streaming down my cheekbones.

“Kit! Are you alright?”

I was aware of the irony of the statement. He most definitely was not okay. But no words could be uttered that would truly convey the extent of my gratitude.

My soft hands cradled his face. He was drenched in perspiration. A pool of blood was forming beneath him. Nonetheless, his eyes appeared to be alive, and his mouth resembled the shape of a faint smile.

They wouldn’t be able to break him in here. I was sure of it.

“I’m just dandy.”

He said, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. I laughed loudly through my heavy stream of tears.

“I can’t believe you-you just did that for me!”

Kit was starting to fade. The loss of blood was undoubtedly causing him to lose consciousness. But he fought it, refusing to let the comfort of sleep overcome him.

“I’d do anything for you baby. Fifteen lashes is nothing when I know I’m doin’ it for you.”

I placed a tender kiss on Kit's cold lips. When I drew back, I noticed Kit's smile had grown significantly.

“Don’t cry baby. I’ll live.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Obviously I’m gonna cry. I’m watching the man of my dreams being whipped by a mean old nun.”

Kit chuckled, his face growing pale. He found it increasingly difficult to keep his eyes open. Shit, he needed a doctor.

“Did you see her face? God, she was so pissed off.”

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something infinite • part two

SOMETHING INFINITE • PART TWO P E R F E C T O N T H E S U R F A C E

part two of something infinite – you start your summer job at the library with your aunt only to find your new coworker is someone, an annoying someone, you’ve met before | ( 2k, angst, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader – find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here )

J U N E 1 9 8 7 🎶 to be young ( is to be sad, is to be high ), ryan adams

“So its super easy, just reference the library ID numbers here on the spine with the section and author name and voila! Back on the shelf.”

Joyce was hunched over next to you as you stared at the rolling cart full of book returns.

“Okay, sure,” you nodded to yourself, turning one of the books over in your hands and looking at the little numbers printed on the label wrapped around the spine. Seemed easy enough? You’d probably find a way to mess it up though. “I’m gonna have like, a million questions,” you gave her an apologetic smile.

“Of course you will!” Joyce’s bright laugh made a few people look up in annoyance and she gave them a sheepish wave as if to say, sorry. "I’m just here at the desk if you need anything,” she half-whispered, then gave your arm a reassuring squeeze before turning back to her computer to leave you to it.

Sure, great, you sighed under your breath, fingers drumming on the stacks of books as you pushed the cart toward the non-fiction section.

The library was a lot quieter than you liked, uncomfortable and stuffy like when you used to go to church with your grandma on Sundays. Like you didn’t quite belong there. Like even just breathing annoyed the people browsing the shelves.

Glancing up to look out the long bank of windows on the other side of the aisle, you could tell it was getting hotter by the minute. It was only 9am, but the summer sun was creeping higher in the dusty blue Indiana sky, promising popsicles and turquoise water and snuck beers once your shift was over. Strange as this new place was, you were settling in surprisingly well.

Will and Jonathan had been a little shy at first, but after a few days the three of you discovered what you’d been missing out on all those years away. Duran Duran screaming at you from the speakers in Jonathan’s room as you thumbed through his vinyl, helping Will come up with new creepy crawlies for his latest campaign storyline, and El. Well. El had quickly become a fast favorite.

She was younger than you, but only by a couple of years, and while she could be odd at times she was witty as hell and after a late night up eating cold pizza and watching The Thing it was like she’d always been a part of it all.

It was painfully obvious the three of them were incredibly close. You’d been afraid to fit in, but they welcomed you with open arms, and that included everyone else too.

Everyone else.

Eddie and Robin. Nancy and Mike. Max, Lucas, and Dustin. More than just neighbors. More than friends. Their found family. Their heart. Their everything. And as every Indiana sunset painted the sky cotton candy pink and soft peachy oranges you felt more and more like this was home.

“Hey, sweetie, sorry to interrupt. Do you think you could show Steve how this works?”

Joyce’s voice brought you hurtling back to the library and you blinked a few times, not quite registering what she’d asked. “Steve?” looking over your aunt’s shoulder you saw a familiar mopey boy poking and prodding at the books on the end of the aisle.

“Yeah, Harrington. A sweet boy, really, just–” she stumbled over her words unsure of how to describe him and instead settled on a small hand wave in his direction.

Steve. Of course his name was Steve.

Your heartbeat fluttered against your neck as you tried to maintain a neutral expression, but the irritation and anger from earlier in the week licked like a flame in your chest.

Shouldn’t you apologize?

“Yeah, sure,” you tried a smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes as your aunt beamed up at you.

“Wonderful! Steve, come on over, hon. It’s really easy. I’m sure you’ll catch on quick, but in case you have questions–” and she took your arm, dragging you front and center as the boy finally looked up and froze on the spot at the sight of you.

“You?” fell out of his mouth and a flush crept up his neck and across his cheeks as he realized how it had sounded.

“Oh! You know each other? That’s great! I’ll just leave you to it then. Thanks, sweetie,” Joyce gave your shoulder a squeeze and hurried back down the aisle to her desk leaving the two of you staring daggers at each other.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve muttered under his breath, huffing a laugh.

“Nope, just me,” you sniped, turning away to run your hands over your face. Unbelievable. Why in the hell did this guy have a job at the library?

“Real cute.”

When you finally felt like you could look at him without being a complete asshole you turned around to see him leaning lazily against the returns cart, fingers bumping across the book spines. Even the way he was standing irritated you. Like he owned the place. Like he no matter what you said he was going to do what he wanted.

“What are you doing here anyway?” came out and it surprised you almost as much as it did Steve, but he recovered from your words quickly and jammed his hands into the pockets of his shorts.

“None of your business. Now are you gonna show me how to–to do whatever the hell it is you do here or what?”

You scoffed, unable to do anything but stand there smiling incredulously for a minute. “Are you serious?” you finally asked, stalking forward a few steps. You wanted to be mad, wanted to shove two fingers into his chest, but you were close now. Close enough to catch spearmint gum and cedar, fresh laundry and boy. Close enough to catch his eyes all burnt caramel and warm honey and it was infuriating how your heart fluttered in your chest, like hummingbird trapped in a cage.

“Wha–yes?” he gave you a shitty look then loosed a sigh, “This is so stupid.” Pinching the bridge of his nose he shook his head and tried again, “Look, I don’t want be here, so the faster you show me how to put these dumb books away the faster I can leave.”

“Why is it always about you?” you felt heat rising in your chest, cheeks growing pink despite the air conditioner rumbling above you. Taking another step closer to him, your brows knitted together in anger, “What’s your problem?”

“My problem? You’re the one getting all bent out shape, princess,” the way he talked down to you was so casual, so practiced, and you snapped.

“Don’t call me that.”

It was Steve’s turn to take a step toward you. The toes of your shoes nearly touching.

“Oops, did I hit a nerve? Princess?”

“Okay. You can figure this shit out on your own,” your face burned as you dumped the books you'd been holding on the cart and stalked away, leaving Steve to stand stupidly between the shelves. You needed air, even if it was too hot and the Smack! your hands made on the cool metal push bar as you went out the side door was deafening against the quiet of the library.

“Hold up! Wait!”

Now he was following you? Did the boy have a death wish?

“I’m sorry, that wasn’t an invitation,” you snapped, rounding on him, hair wild and caught up in the thick, sticky summer air.

“I have to be here,” he flung his hands out at you, exasperated, the look on his face expectant, willing you to connect dots you didn’t know were there.

“To do what? Torture me?”

“God dammit,” Steve loosed a sigh, jamming his tongue into his cheek, as if talking to you was like pulling teeth.

“Why did you come out here–”

“I have to do this. The library. Community service. For…shit...that I did.”

Your anger flickered, dampened a bit, and your expression softened as you considered what he’d just said. Community service? What could Golden Boy have possibly done to get landed with community service?

“Can we please go back inside?” Steve practically begged, throwing a hand toward the door as tiny beads of sweat gathered along his forehead.

“You’re the one that followed me,” but you didn’t fight him on it and instead shouldered past him as he held the door open into the air conditioned building.

Steve grumbled something under his breath as he followed after you and you had half a mind to dig into him, but then he took your hand and everything went blank.

Something between you crackled, like fireworks on a hot July night, and your stomach flipped over. He pulled you past the bank of windows to a smaller, more private corner in the sci-fi section and when he let go of your hand your chest ached.

Clearing your throat you crossed your arms, tucking your hands away from him, and fixed him with a scowl trying your best to look peeved, “Spill.”

For a split second doubt flashed in his eyes, a chink in his armor exposed, but it was dashed away when he opened his mouth, “I tried to steal a car. Sheriff’s car. So, you know, not a great look.”

Your face did something funny to not give yourself away, all scrunched up in a muddled mixture of shock, amusement, and confusion, but Hawkins was small. Too small for more than one sheriff and the only sheriff you knew was Hop. As in Joyce and Hop. As in your aunt’s husband and a memory surfaced then of one of the first things to happen after you arrived.

Hop had been so angry and he’d moved so fast out the door he spilled his beer all over the living room carpet. You’d watched through the curtains as two boys ran from his rig for dear life into the trees behind the house, but one unlucky bastard got tackled there on the front lawn. Hop practically shoveled dirt into his mouth. It wasn’t the best angle so you couldn’t tell it'd been Steve, but he’d been tossed like a rag doll into the back of Hop’s Blazer and taken down to the station without a minute to spare.

“That was stupid,” maybe it was harsh, but it got a small grin from Steve and your stomach flipped over again.

“Yeah. Fifteen-hours-a-week-til-the-end-of-summer-stupid,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, but he kept his eyes on yours and for a minute you thought maybe you didn’t hate him.

“There you are! Is everything okay?” Joyce startled both of you as she appeared out of nowhere, apparently a skill of hers.

“Yep! So great, I was just, you know uh–”

“–showing me the different sections!” Steve finished for you and you shot him a look of thanks or surprise or maybe both.

“Wonderful, well there’s someone wanting to open a new account and I thought it’d be good for you both to see,” her expression shifted slightly as she looked between the two of you, like she knew something you didn’t, but before you could say anything she was walking back to the front of the library. “Tacos okay for dinner?” she called over her shoulder as both you and Steve hurried to catch up, “Your cousins’ favorite.”

And Steve stopped right there in the middle of the aisle, mouth dropped open in a little ‘o’ as he looked at you. “Joyce is your aunt?” he hissed.

Cheeks flushed bright pink it was your turn in the hot seat and you didn’t say anything. Instead, you half-jogged after your aunt, leaving Steve behind with the books to put the pieces together.

SOMETHING INFINITE SYNOPSIS: hawkins, indiana, 1987 – your mom is out of town for the summer on business and she sends you to live with your aunt joyce and her husband jim in hawkins while she’s gone. joyce works at the library and jim is the town sheriff – the kids, will, jonathan and el slowly warm up to you and it’s after you get in with them that you really start to feel at home, but there’s one person who just annoys you to no end. one person you’d love to just boot off a cliff – steve fucking harrington. ♥️ find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here.

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[yonkimint]

The End is You and I [Taehyung x Reader]

36. Sleep On It ✎

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It can’t be more than a few seconds of silence but it feels like hours as both of them wrack their brains for a gentle way to begin this conversation. The urge to start screaming at each other is strong but they both know it won’t get them anywhere. Therapy training has taught y/n a million better methods but her stubborn lizard brain still wants to throw a tantrum.

How many years has she tried to be the bigger person? She deserves a moment to rage, right?

“So obviously you’re still angry with me,” Tae says, “Will it make you feel better to scream at me?”

“Yes,” y/n snaps, frowning at him, “but it won’t fix anything so it doesn’t matter.”

“You always bottle everything up, y/n. You should yell now or you’re just going to spend the rest of this time wishing you could be yelling at me,” he tells her, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. She can tell by the stubborn set of his brow that he’s not going to continue the conversation until she does this one thing.

Narrowing her eyes at him, she gestures to the open door, “Go close it so people don’t come running in to check on us then.”

Tae is on his feet in a flash, gliding across the room and pulling the studio door shut, and then he’s before her again, a stupid, self-satisfied grin on his lips. She wants to slap it off him but violence isn’t the answer so she merely presses her palm to his mouth and pushes until he sprawls on his back, spluttering.

“What was that for?”

“It was that or slap you! Stop smiling when I’m mad at you!” she grumbles.

“Sorry,” Tae mumbles, looking up at her through his eye lashes as if he can convey his apology through this thought-jumbling expression alone. y/n’s body goes a little haywire in response, her heart beating too loud and too fast in this suddenly confined space.

She lays back so she can stare at the ceiling instead of him and lets out the scream she’s been holding in her chest. At some point, Tae joins her, his scream lower, grating against hers like they’re playing discordant notes up against each other until he pitches up a note. Now they’re screaming in harmony and y/n starts laughing.

“You did that on purpose!” she accuses him.

He rolls up on his side, tickling her ribs and laughing to himself, “So what if I did?”

“You always do this,” y/n sighs, his teasing sobering her, “You can’t just smooth things over by distracting me from what’s really going on. You always have some excuse or some distraction and I always let you do it.”

Tae sucks in his bottom lip, chewing nervously at the thin, vulnerable skin there. “I know I do. It just scares me to talk about it.”

“Why?”

“Because what if I mess everything up? I’ve already messed up so much and if we talk about the real stuff, I could make it so much worse,” he says.

“Or you could fix it,” y/n suggests.

Tae takes a deep breath and then looks her dead in the eye, “How come you let me give my excuses then? You’re afraid to talk about it too.”

y/n’s mouth falls open and she wants to deny his words, to defend herself and prove that she’s always been more open than him, but he’s right and she knows it. She chooses her next words carefully, “I think we need to define what it is.”

Tae nods.

“You and I,” he says, gesturing between the two of them, “We’re afraid to talk about what we are to each other and a lot of people have been weighing in with their opinions recently on what that is but you and I don’t talk about that ourselves, do we?”

She swallows hard. After all this time, she didn’t expect him to get straight to the point, “So do you know then? How I feel about you?”

“I have a pretty good guess,” Tae says.

The answer brings both a hot lance of anger that he knew and never told her and the heavy weight of disappointment. He wouldn’t tell her if he knew and didn’t feel the same way. She had been right all along to keep it to herself.

“Oh.” It’s the only word that makes it from her brain to her lips and it’s filled with the pain of rejection.

“I still think you should actually tell me though.”

This is not what y/n is expecting at all and it throws her for a loop. Does he really have to make her confess to all the years she’s secretly been in love with him so that he can completely crush her? It’s the cruelest thing he could ever do to her and he’s already dangled a girlfriend in her face and destroyed her own relationship with a perfectly good man on top of it.

“What’s the point? You’ve already made your own feelings pretty clear,” she tells him but cringes when she sees the fire in his eyes, rejecting her accusation before she’s even finished delivering it.

“I know why you think that and I will spend the rest of my life apologizing to you for it but, y/n, I need you to tell me right now so that I can say it back. So I can prove that I mean it,” he says, his tone purposely even.

But y/n doesn’t say it. Instead, she lists all the reasons it can’t be true. “You physically can’t say the L word to me. You told me you’ve never been in love. You started dating Hana and basically forced me to be her friend. You told me I was basically your sister and you’ve treated me like shit for the past few months until you realized you were losing me and then suddenly you changed your tune.”

“So you admit that it’s love?” Tae asks.

y/n rolls her eyes, “Fine, Kim Taehyung, yes. I admit it. I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since high school and I would rather die than lose you and if that means never telling you how I feel, then so be it. Are you happy?”

“Not really, no,” he answers. y/n is about to start screaming again when he continues, “Maybe if you had told me sooner, I would’ve sorted myself out sooner and we wouldn’t be in this mess right now.”

“So it’s my fault?” y/n is on the verge of screeching, “All of this is my fault because I didn’t confess something that was so obvious to everyone else but you apparently couldn’t grasp. Did I really have to spell it out for you?”

“No!” Tae cries, burying his face in his hands, “I’m already messing this up. I’m not blaming you! I just wish it hadn’t taken all of this for me to sort my shit out, okay?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, I love you too. Not as a sister. Not as a friend. As in I want to smash my face against your face and I want to hold you and I want to be the only one you look at with those dreamy eyes and I want to be your favorite person forever because you’re my favorite person and I thought that if I tried to love you like that then I would for sure mess it up because I’ve messed up everything else in my life,” Tae explains.

y/n doesn’t ask what exactly he thinks he’s messed up in his life because she knows that no matter how well he does, no matter that he made it into a prestigious university and into a competitive art program, no matter that he competes on a wildly successful dance team, no matter that he has a strong group of friends, loving parents or that he can have any girl he wants, his mind is always going to go back to what that stupid counselor said to him back in high school.

Instead of responding, she gets up on her knees and presses her palms to either side of his face, forcing him to look her deeply in her eyes. There’s a panic swirling behind his gaze. y/n resonates with it, knowing it’s the same panic she has felt every time she’s thought about confessing to him. For him to admit he feels the same way must have been gargantuan. She leans down and presses her lips to his forehead.

“We’ve become so toxic for each other, Taetae,” she whispers, pulling away, “I want to believe you but after everything that’s happened, I don’t see how we can be in a functioning relationship even if we do love each other.”

“I know,” he says, sitting up and bravely reaching out to cradle her face in the palm of his hand. This is more than she’s ever dared to hope for and it’s splitting her heart into thousands of pieces that she’s the one rejecting him in the end.

“I hate this.”

“It doesn’t matter how many good deeds I do now, does it?” he asks, swiping his thumb across her lower lash line to catch the tears y/n didn’t know she’d started to spill. Her lip quivers as she considers his question.

“You got a whole new girlfriend so that you wouldn’t have to address your feelings for me,” she says.

“You got a boyfriend so you could do the same thing…”

“Who you made so uncomfortable that both of them broke up with us!” y/n defends. Tae can’t stop his laugh. It’s such a ridiculous situation.

“Can you believe it took Hana calling me on my shit for me to come to terms with it all? That woman is a saint if ever there was one,” he says.

y/n nods, “Yeah, you’re a real idiot for losing her!”

His thumb trails down to trace the outline of her lips, “I’m an even bigger idiot for what I did to you, y/n. I was trying so hard not to hurt you, I didn’t even realize you were already hurting.”

“You broke my heart, honestly,” she tells him. His eyes widen.

“How do you not hate me?”

y/n laughs, “How do you know you’re in love?”

“When you don’t hate them for breaking your heart,” Tae answers. 

A loud crack of thunder interrupts their heart to heart and they spring apart. They’re no where close to resolving things but the storm is coming and they need to get home. Without words, they gather each other’s things and head for the door. Outside the sky is black and fat droplets are beginning to splatter across the pavement.

“My apartment is closer but I guarantee all the guys are going to be there,” y/n says, staring out across campus. Tae grimaces.

“I’m not ready for all their questions when we haven’t figured this out ourselves,” he admits.

y/n is totally in agreement on this. Thankfully, she’s always been quick to come up with a plan and she offers one to Tae that she’s sure they can both agree on. “Let’s just tell them we got a lot out in the open but we don’t have any answers and we’d like to sleep on it.”

“Sleep on it,” Tae echoes and then nods, “Deal.”

Together, they take a deep, steadying breath. Tae holds out his hand to her and she twines her fingers through his. It’s seamless, her hand in his, like they’re extensions of each other finally coming together. The ache in y/n’s chest grows heavier and she wonders if Tae feels it too. If he does, he doesn’t say it. Instead, he gives her hand a tight squeeze and pulls her into the storm.

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[precious-little-scoundrel]

What got you into writing/how long have you been writing?

What’s your writing inspiration?

Do you write in silence or need background sounds? Like music?

Do you struggle more with dialogue or detail?

Any tips for someone who wants to write fanfiction?

How do you differ all your OC’s so you don’t rewrite the same characters over and over?

Do you do research?

— from someone who would love to write their own stories lol but yours are great!

My darling. So many apologies for how tardy I’ve been in replying to this, I really wanted to give it due thought because I’m quite touched you’d even ask.

1: I’ve been writing since I was little, my mama was always reading me classics and my greatest ambition was to be some kind of author every bit as colorful as their characters, a la Oscar Wilde. 🥳

2. Writing inspiration? Oh that’s a hard one only in that I could cite a million things and chat your poor ear off, but to be boring and also frank -I just love stories. I think they’re so inspiring and healing and necessary for making sense of things, or else resigning to things that can’t be explained. I love to study love and how very human and fallible and also indestructible it is in its many forms. I love to dig through tragedy and find the refining purpose of it, I love to take characters through hells I’ve been through so that I can imagine their triumphs, too, and my own through them. If this can happen to -name your hero- then I’m no smaller for it happening to me, if -name your hero- can get through it and be loved and admired by a whole fandom? -I deserve the same commendation from myself at the very least. Stories are essential and fun and I never ever imagined I’d have a little group one day liking my own where we could all scream about these things together. I’m legit so humbled each time I log on here and find y’all ready and waiting and interactive. The community of it, that’s the biggest drive right now, tbh. What a sweet season.

3. I usually write in silence, or else at any chance where I have a moment, so that could be public transport or lunch breaks or in the loo during family holidays, ha. However I do find music to be an inspiring mood setter for writing later that day. Especially as i juggle many ongoing projects at once, the genre im listening to before may very well influence what gets worked on.

4. Detail!! Dialogue can be challenging but I hear it so clearly in my head most of the time that it’s not hard. Details can devastate me.

5. Ooof, I still feel like I’m a baby at it, this is only my second fandom to dare for. I’d say for sure write what you find inspiring instead of what appears to be wanted, i firmly believe that’s the only sure way to keep up any inspiration and the niche will draw its own crowd, one’s who will like it all the better for its specially crafted world. Also, for dialogue -replay and replay dialogue from the character before you write. Are they terse or do they ramble? Are they sarcastic or earnest? Do they have a word they repeat often? -I noticed the other day how Rosenthal uses “you know?” often in the show. Also, sometimes switch up sentence structure from character to character, it helps feel like hopping brains without a fully jarring POV change. All these are things I’m currently working at myself, but that’s the best I’ve got for advice.

6. Oh boy I’m still figuring this out myself. Three things come to mind as little helps I use- first off, read real biographies, it helps tremendously with crafting fully dimensional fictional people. Two -have a maturing arc for your OC during the story, separate from whatever adventure or romance that occurs, this will make it feel less like a inserted person into the broader story. Three, choose a personality type or something similar to both keep them separate from the next but also to ensure their virtues have corresponding vices.

7. I do research a lot. But I find that it’s a fine line for myself of when that drains all creativity or bravery. Im massively indebted to so many mutuals who generously share their own with me.

#best of wishes to you Nonnie! dare bravely!! #writing woes #about the author 💋

[maria-eve-falcon]

I think she understood his anxieties, you can hear in her songs over the years and I think just from what we know of her as a person... I think she got tired of waiting for him to do something and decide what he wanted in his life... And you can say that him not deciding has to do with his anxieties, but I think she understood him and just waited as long as she could...

sorry I didn't answer early.. I had this answer in my mind but I was(am) to0 tired.

precaution : it's gonna be long and there will be out of this particular topic disclosure because idk why a box inside was opened by this

so.. while I get people when they say she waited too long (bit skeptical) we can't blame anyone (this is making me cry wow parasocial much?) and:

they both of mental issues as we know . god knows what was their position in times. normal people without any issues (almost everyone has issues cause 'perfect' is just not a thing) can't commit easily , famous people with issues having a hard time is really normal. commitment is big. it's not just a piece of paper (imo)

I can't blame joe at all here. cause look at the position he was in. his career kickstarted and he was with her. something very unsimilar with her other exes. so, he doesn't have a career close to the people that debuted with him / close to the time he did i.e liz debici (they won a chopard together ) . he doesn't have enough press (lmfao billy lynn had the record for most press(if not collectively) with him until recently ), nominations and stability what so far judging that he is a decent actor (you can disagree for sure but he IS a decent actor objectively (even when miscast) )

I understand he doesn't want fame and hoards of money doesn't mean he doesn't want a stable career ( while tay's is 740 million a year! that's a load even after paying for everyone and everything! (idk why I pointed this out) )(acting is not a stable career choice it self but I bet he wants to have some kind of stability before at least marriage) AND he has to calculate his every word and action since the beginning .

this is gonna sound mean but do you think tay's position screams suitable for marriage and babies? I'm sorry but she is the position (was before the tour too!) where she literally is on top of the world ! ( yeah I wrote this after the people's article so I'm angry) to get married now and gain a load of attention FOR IT, is sure to be overwhelming for an actor like joe who grew up pretty normal. posh , but normal. I'm sorry but she hasn't step down at all! (not her fault but.. not his either)

considering everything I just pointed out lame excuses (this is gonna get ugly so buck up) what about her picking fights? (when you are in love, you fight but don't pick them?! ) for example afterglow, false god. she even said she knows it's her fault but wants HIM to apologize first. (i'm a person who used to always apologize first and boy, at a point you don't care and distance yourself from those who keep making ya do that (that's how my rtl with my 8 year long bestie ended, fucking exhausting I tell ya) ) ALSO when SHE broke HIS heart first! sorry but my man is human!

ok , fuck all I said . even judging by ylm , I'm assuming with pressure to work on his career or not he couldn't read her mind cause surprise! he is human! they just needed to talk about where they were or what she actually wanted but clearly she didn't understand that.

also about letting go. do you really think a woman who is still writing songs about jm (something that happened 13 years ago) AND INDICATING ENOUGH THAT IT'S ABOUT HIM KNOWING WHAT HER FANS ARE LIKE , going as far to dress up like she was in the vma's literally a decade ago and announcing her new album on the bday of some guy's ex wife (who every one is done dragging for the last 3 years) on mtv music awards is letting go? that thing icked me soo hard . what is growing up is confusing to me since midnights announce. she needs to stop these little clues to diss people that are perfectly fine with their lives and don't care at all! it just shows she loves dragging things and can't let go or be cool about it after soo many years!(nothing else!) and worst part is she makes it obvious that it's about them. now it has come to the point where it is just a stupid topic for everyone to make fun of. her pain surrounding jm and kanye has been dragged for soo long by none other than her and her fans that either people just roll their eyes and move on or it's just a joke atp!!!!!!!!!!!!

tl;dr : I just made 7 points of why joe might have not proposed to her and was stressing about doing so.

#taylor swift #swiftwyn #life

[spookyvenuswrites777]

Yan! Jotaro x Darling

Warning: I want to apologize in advance, because as I mentioned in my presentation, I am not a native English speaker. Still, I hope you enjoy the content that sounded much better in my head.

B.I.C.T.H entertainment wants to give you a small warning about the things you can find in this story.

Kidnapping

Mention of mutilated bodies.

Harassment

References to drugs (Which are not used at any time in the story, but there are descriptions that refer to them)

Masturbation

Sexual fantasies

Suicide

Murdering

Jotaro is always alone because he doesn't like people or maybe... The people who try to invade his space. He doesn't even like those girls, who always walk behind and scream with an annoying voices. 

Darling arrived not long ago, for being so selective, you still didn't make a friend. Until, on your way in the corridors, you meet Jotaro, both look into each other's eyes for a few seconds, darling pay attention but Jotaro does not too much. 

One day, when you decide to go and talk with him, Jotaro tries to not look interested, but for some reason... Darling has something that he likes, something that makes him happy inside of his heart and he doesn't want to lose it (he wants it for eternity)... You become best friends, or so you thought, Jotaro feels something more he thinks about you like a "loved" one, his favorite person, the perfect one for him. 

So, when you least expect Jotaro, start stealing some small things from your backpack, hair pins, or sometimes, your favorite colors from your pencil case. He really loves all that stuff he keeps with him, Everything carefully stored in a drawer, already in case no one could enter his room, now much less, and you might think that this was enough to be happy, but no... He needed more… And like a miracle sent from god 

One day you two have sports class, the shorts that everyone wears. Those shorts that somehow should be a bit baggy, but yours are tight ... Too tight... Tight enough to make your buttocks even get too marked on them.  He really enjoys seeing you running or doing other things. 

"No one deserves to see your perfection, your beauty, that brightness that characterizes you... Only I should be the only one who can appreciate it."

The other boys are enjoying the show too, see you like an object, and others from other classes are yelling at you things that its only description is "unpleasant", now... You're feeling uncomfortable. 

"Hey, come to my house today and give me a show with those sexy shorts you have" 

Some of the things you heard were too close, close enough to look back and give a kick to the bastard who said that. 

"The only show you will see is my fist destroying your mouth and pulling away all your teeth" 

Jotaro, who was going to help you, and get you out of that trouble… He stayed in Shook watching you defend yourself without hesitation, scaring the others who were saying things, just for a minute because Then they came back shouting the same things, just to make you angry. 

Jotaro gets angry too, so he thinks of a plan, but he doesn't tell you, because he doesn't want you to panic or misunderstand the idea. 

So he takes a seat and pulls you towards him, sitting you on his lap, you're confused, but you don't even say something, because you feel too comfortable and he's your best friend, so you don't see anything weird or even feel something to worry about. 

But he's feeling too good, so happy... Touching your skin with his skin, makes him turn on, he wants you just for him and no one. His imagination starts to think of one million scenarios where he makes you his, you didn't notice but the only thing going through his head is fuck you like an animal. When the class was over, you changed and went to your classroom, but you forgot your shorts, so Jotaro took them. He thought he would return it, but...

He put his nose over the fabric, feeling your smell, just like a drug, he couldn't stop smelling the fabric. Feeling so hot and his dick gets hard... You know what happened here, and if you don't know, he used your shorts for personal reasons... You never see those shorts again, and, You never saw that boy who after that class started harassing you because he wanted a date, hiding his true intentions.

A student suicides but no one knows the reason, some people think it was, in reality, a murder, while other, just gets comfortable with the information the police give them. But everyone knows something is off and the police don't want to talk about it.

(B.I.T.C.H wants to alert you: the corrupts are going for you, run away, and hide or if you want to stay, don’t look behind you. If you feel something weird, call the cops and the B.I.T.C.H emergency department type 5) 

"Did you see my shorts? I think I lost it, my mom is going to kill me"    

"No, I didn't see it, where did you leave it??" 

"Shit, I can't even remember where I dropped it, well it doesn't matter anymore"

Both of you decide to forget about the history of your shorts, but obviously, Jotaro wants to laugh about that because you are never going to know about that. He's starting to be obsessed with you, well let’s be honest, he’s been obsessed long ago. He’s started to follow you without you noticing, your shorts, he keeps them like a trophy, he likes to use them for things that you could never imagine, masturbating his cock… Now he feels the only way to make him get an orgasm is… Using your things and smelling them just like drugs.

You and he: you see it like a best friend, but he looks at your relationship, like a lover, but with the fact that you don’t even know about it. One night Jotaro invites you to see a movie, and you accept the invitation, you wear your best clothes and you're using your best perfume, because you want to make the invitation special, maybe you started to feel something for him but you have it in doubt.

You and he, are just happy to see each other on a weekend, planning to eat and laugh about the topics of the movies. Jotaro has never met someone like you, so perfect, so cute, so kind, and capable of fighting their own battles.

Still, he wanted more of you, more of your friendship, more of the occasional times his skin brushed against yours. He’s jealous of those who are always on top of you, bothering you or making you laugh in his eyes, after what happened with the boy who harassed you. You are no longer safe, there is no longer a safe world for you because everyone wants to stay with you, in his mind, they want to be by your side with bad intentions and therefore that night would be the last one you would see your parents. And you didn't even expect something like that, your best friend turning a nice conversation and a movie outing into the worst horror story in all of Tokyo.

“Tokyo police inform all citizens to stay at home, there is a record of one missing person and 6 people killed on March 3, 1988, there is no trace of the perpetrator of this horrible crime, the six bodies were mutilated with an unknown weapon it seems like amputed by force and their faces are not reconogcible, we hope and pray for find the missing person alive. The missing person was a close friend of Jotaro Kujo who didn't appear in school today and is our principal suspect. If you see this man, please, call the cops… Run away… And hide” 

B.I.T.C.H is trying its best… Please, maintain calm and hide… Maintain calm and hide. If you see something off, run away and call the emergency department type 5.

#yandere jotaro kujo #jotaro headcanons #jotaro x y/n #yandere drabble #drabble

[dani-ya-dig]

THE ABIGAIL VIDEO!!! I HAVEN’T TALKED ABT MY WIFE!

Ok so like chronological order bc I have listened to the audio like a million times at this point lmao. And I WILL talk abt it bc everyone needs to be obsessed with this channel like I am it’s SO GOOD GUYS PLS I SWEAR!!! Kk

Glenwood’s magic is doing its thing, and I’m really glad that plot point keeps getting brought up. Like ofc right now most of us are definitely more focused on the romance between Abby, Wielder, and Rose (which same. Love my ladies) but also like HELLO??? Abigail, a nonwielder, was the first person to really think there was something behind how strange glenwood was! And she is actively trying to investigate it (with Wielder and maybe Rose), and now she has even more resources for that!!! Like I just love that Miss Castle is making sure we don’t forget abt this bc I think abt it all the time.

Abby knowing her mom was gonna get on her ass about buying shelves from Amazon rather than thrifting some >

Abigail apologizing every time she swears in the voicemail >>>>>

Also I wonder how far away Abby lives from her family now? She obviously misses them a whole lot regardless of how far away they are, but it makes me wonder if they are just like the next state over, or if this is an across the country situation. (Aka, Dani is desperately trying to figure out where Glenwood would be geographically so I can get more info). I think Rose mentioned something about her flying??? Unless I made that up. But if I didn’t that would mean her family is likely too far for Abby to be able to warrant driving there.

Abby telling her mom about her channel even if she doesn’t fully understand makes me wanna cry. ITS SO CUTE GUYS I SWEAR!!! imagining Abby sending pics of her streaming setup to her mom is fucking adorable and if you don’t see it idk what to tell you.

Also the audible cringe in Abby’s voice as she prepares herself for the knowledge that she would have to deal with everyone asking why she didn’t being a date to the wedding. So Harper coded lmao.

Maybe not a plus one… but a plus two???

“And they’re…. hah mom they’re really cool” IM GONNA FUCKING SCREAM!!! THE WAY HER VOICE WENT ALL SOFT IM COSBSOXSBHDKDKCJC GOD IM SO GAY HOLY SHIT

“Please don’t play this for Sammy, when he comes back home, please Ma…” makes me giggle so hard because yeah, that sums up what having older siblings is like exactly, if you slip up once they will NEVER let it go

It makes me so fucking happy to hear Abby going all soft talking about how she had made a home in Glenwood, and how she feels safe with Wielder and Rose. Especially after she has dealt with not feeling like she fits in and, no doubt, bullying for most stages of her life. I’m just really happy to see the silly little gay people talking in my headphones get to be happy.

I NEED WIELDER AND ROSE TO MEET ABBY’S FAMILY ASAP! I know that they would both just be so overwhelmed with love from Abby’s (most likely) massive family. Rose especially would be so flustered from all the attention and love, having not come from a home that gave that love freely and unconditionally. It would probably be so refreshing for her. I KNOW Abby’s mom is gonna be feeding all of them well, too!

OMG IMAGINE!! Abby’s mom doing the usual embarrassing family stuff like pulling out baby pictures, and telling embarrassing stories, and Abigail obviously red in the face but still taking it on the chin until her mom pulls out the voicemail that Abigail had sent her when she first moved to Glenwood and all of them lose their shit in very different ways. Abigail is embarrassed beyond belief, Rose is also flustered from the “going at it” bit, and Wielder can’t stop laughing hysterically.

UGH ITS A NEED! YOU DONT UNDERSTAND!!!

#castle audios #castleaudios #castle audios Abigail #castle audios Abby #castleaudios Abby #castleaudios Abigail #castleaudios library trio #castle audios library trio

[ofthedarkwoods]

I apologize for the traumatic content I've shared.

I wanna say that this apology is only to the people of Palestine (or to those who are personally tied to Palestine)

I don't want many of you to be remembered in this image. Your culture is truly breathtaking and should definitely be shared. Each Palestinian has beauty and kindness that we truly do not deserve.

Otherwise, I'm not sorry to anyone else.

Before I started sharing consantly and becoming more self-aware of the genocide happening across the seas, I was doubtful at first..

I did look away, and I didn't realize at the time of how wrong I was to do so.

It wasn't until I discovered a post of childern in pieces and finally realized how corrupt and real this is.

I can't find that specific post, but I remember being in so disbelief and so traumatized.

I couldn't take back the moment I saw before seeing what I had seen.

I have certain trauma of my own before seeing those pictures but nothing in my right mind could stay silent about what I saw.

I truely couldn't imagine everyone else in that moment of time was feeling.

I discovered more and more posts every day since then and have been trying my hardest to tell others that this is not normal.

None of this is normal.

Any person with morals clearly sees that this needs to stop.

These people..these children, these women, these men and so many others were filled with so much joy, hope, compassion, culture, are now being slaughtered and labeled as if they are not humans with souls worthy of anything.

I want to apologize again to them it took me so fucking long to realize that I shouldn't be looking away from this, that this is real.

I.. we should be yelling and screaming louder that this isn't the way it's supposed to be.

Your voice can be so loud and so fucking powerful.

They might tell you "what's one voice gonna do" when really protests and million if not billions of post have stated they've been telling millions of people that...

"What's one voice gonna do?"

They know just how powerful words can be, and yes, it might seem like these are all just words on a screen... but if I know anything is that words will turn into inspiration, and inspiration turns to action.

It's still not too late to stop this.

Every one of us has the ability to stop this together.

The boycotting has been working, and I'm so proud of everybody doing their best of their abilities.

Even if it feels like nothing, it still means something because knowing that if we all come together than more and more change will come.

I will keep posting about Palestine and other important topics to focus on because if it has the ability to inspire and change to maybe make the word brighter and better for the people around, then why stop.

So what begs the question now is to those who are "not into politics" or "on neutral sides" not see someone close to you when you look at them?

Do you not feel like you want to embrace them and tell them that they are loved.

To maybe comfort that child who lost their sister, to hold that mother that saw her son being targeted and gunned, to not hold that father's hand as it shakes with grief as his family is left under the home he bought promising them that nothing bad will come to them.

Do you really not see their pain, or do you only see what you want to see.

Seeing and experiencing other beliefs can be so beneficial, but if your one to just lie there and not question anything on the only system you were ever taught I want you to ask yourself this "are you really safe?"

To which "will I also fall victim to their game, they are so desperate to win?"

Because if they can get away with this then it is only a matter of time when you will be the one grieving for the last of your comfort fades away.

This is a warning to all that this is not normal, this is real, and it's only a matter of time before it affects each and every last of us until they get what they so desperately crave.

Fight back now or at least be prepared to say goodbye.

Many of you might agree or pick a fight with me whatever but yes, opinions change, however it's hard to change the way these past months have made me feel.

Stand for Gaza or stand for nothing.

From the River to the Sea Palestine will be free.

🇵🇸

#free gaza #gaza #palestinians #gaza strip #palestine #palestine solidarity #gaza under attack #let gaza live #free palestine #free palestine 🇵🇸 #🇵🇸 #i stand with gaza #i stand with palestine #i stand with palestine 🇵🇸 #fuck israel #palestinian solidarity #palestines #free palestinians #gaza genocide #gaza israel war #gazaunderattack #rafah #gaza protests #gaza palestine #Palestinian #super bowl massacre #boycott israel #keep boycotting #boycotting

[tallymali]

Tally I'm sorry but the illegal and unethical fantasies post screams to me as an apology for pedophilia and rape, those being the only specific kinks I can think of being illegal and unethical? And sure maybe they're nice people but all predators are until they get close enough.

okay im definitely reading it as like millions of levels deep into fantasy. as in being fucked by a murderous vampire kind of fantasies. being a princess stolen from her palace by a grotesque monster and used and humiliated by it. cnc and cgl arent even rare tbh. ive been in kink spaces for a pretty long time now and there are soo many people who have fantasies for crazy scenarios that they only ever act out with other adults who also have those exact same crazy fantasies. in recent years there has been an uptick of people online rly wanting to police peoples werewolf-fucking kinks or whatever by assigning actual real life crimes to them. god there are ppl who think its gross for two people to have standard vanilla sex where one of them is wearing cat ears. basically i think the people who can mentally explore uncomfortable scenarios while still being able to maintain their real life ethics are far more pleasant than ppl who think puppyplay is the first step in actually abusing animals.

and as a victim of both rape and pedophilia, i have an automatic hatred for people who have rebranded those things as thought crimes, and define them as “having bad thoughts” rather than the actual definition of ykno, actually harming another person. i hate the way the weight of the conversation is taken away from the actual person who was harmed and needs support. my abuse had absolutely nothing to do with what some random adults were doing in their own bedrooms.

#asky ask #sorry this is not very eloquent im running on months of sleep deprivation atp

[splinnters]

transmasc or aroace cole?

good morning/afternoon/evening dear anon, I only knew what day it was today because I reblogged the “Cole Screaming” Sunday post! yipppee!

aroace cole pride month headcanons!

when Cole meets Jay, he thinks he’s was in love for the first time. he likes Jay a lot, they get each other’s humor and although they’re at each other's throats sometimes, they always make up afterward. the only problem is that Cole doesn’t want to kiss him. it sort of grosses him out, imagining himself kissing Jay. maybe he needs to wait it out?

then comes Zane, and Cole figures he isn’t in love with Jay, because he feels the same way toward both of them. Zane is sweet and thoughtful and smart, and Cole loves him just as much as Jay. all three of them become good friends before Kai shows up

Kai is different than Jay and Zane. Cole sort of wants to strangle him sometimes, but a lot of the time they work well together without ever having to say a word to each other. Cole wonders if THIS is what love feels like, not obvious outward affection, but just knowing each other before you’ve spent more than a few months together

he never brings it up to any of them, after all, the three other ninja all openly express attraction toward girls, so Cole assumes he’s not even up for consideration. for a while he even “competes” with Jay for Nya’s affection, although Cole was just trying to be friends with her. she’s a lot like Kai, and he likes Kai, and he likes Nya too, especially after she apologizes to him after the whole fiasco and asks if they can be friends 

Cole agrees to that wholeheartedly. he doesn’t think he likes girls anyway

watching all the new relationships grow in the group, though, Cole feels more than a little left out. Lloyd joins the ninja, adventure after adventure occur, and every single time, without fail, the couples pair off and go about their romantic business. Cole finds himself especially lonely during the tournament of elements, when Kai pairs off with Skylor

Kai doesn’t end up with Skylor, though, in fact, Kai starts spending a lot more time with Cole. Cole enjoys it, of course, Kai is fun and they have a good time no matter what they end up doing! Cole forgets about falling in love for the first time in a while and he just gets to hang out with Kai all the time. Jay and Zane join them sometimes, but they always leave to find their respective partners

and then… Kai is at his door with flowers and a very red face. he’s stumbling over his words a little, which is weird because Kai is always confident with his friends, always loud and sometimes a little overbearing… and Cole realizes that in no way will he ever be in love with Kai, or anyone, for his whole life

it feels wrong to hear Kai ask him out, it feels wrong because Kai is his friend, his best friend, his ride-or-die, his brother. and it feels wrong because Cole will never be able to give Kai what he’s asking for

he cries right there, and Kai apologizes a million times before Cole explains, in a shaky voice, that he loves Kai, but not like that. never like that, because he never has and never will love someone like that. Kai hugs him and tells him to forget the whole thing. they go watch a movie and Kai is on his phone for the first half, furiously typing

he explains to Cole after the movie that he googled what Cole told him and found a whole Wikipedia page describing exactly what he said, along with thousands of people who feel the exact same way. Cole doesn’t cry anymore, he just hugs Kai again and they spend the rest of the night talking, just like they used to

Cole keeps the flowers and puts them in the kitchen where everyone can see in the morning, and he explains to them the same morning that he’s asexual and aromantic 

they all hug him, and Cole hugs his friends right back. he knows he won’t fall in love the same way people do in movies, but he does know he loves his friends so much, and they love him too, partner or no partner 

after adventures and missions, they start going out for dinner and cake instead of splitting off like usual. Cole sits in the middle of it all, beaming at his family

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