#you can endure one shitty ad

[alastorsfuckassbob]

Vulnerable

Alastor x Fem!Reader- Part 3

WELCOME TO THE LOWKEY FAN SERVICEY PORTION OF OUR BROADCAST🗣️! Sorry for the long wait..uh ANYWAY- Its just a silly little steamy make out session I felt like writing lowkey unnecessarily added into the plot. Its character development This is done mostly on the grounds of I felt bad for being slow with the plot and wanted to give you radio demon lovers out there some crumbs.<3

✨The plot✨(these are getting worse as we go)

Our depressed dear y/n self deprecates in front of a "hang in there" kitten poster. before bitching about the cold on her walk home.Oh shit her house is broken into. In this life its just you and your shitty pocket knife. Nvm its a cool dress! She then spends a good half hour thinking about their old relationship's spicy times.

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️

-Mentions of domestic violence

-Mentions of alcohol

-Fuckass Val

-A little make-out sesh (smut is scary so you can use your little imagination to figure out what happens after)

Mornings in hell were colder than one might expect, despite the nearly constant blaze of sinner set fire. At its heart, Hell was frigidly cold, especially at night. A part of you had gotten used to the way it clawed deeply against your skin. However, the other part of you secretly begged to some god somewhere you didn't quite believe in to make the sun rise a little faster. It wasn't necessary by any means, Hell wasn't anything more than a desert. All you had to do was wait. The crisp morning would lose its glacial influence as the sunlight reached out to touch it just as it always did. You just needed to be patient. You take in a deep breath, attempting to let go of your displeasure.The sharp frosty air pierced your lungs, unknitting the last strings of warmth from your skin on impact. Your teeth began to chatter. You curl into the softness of your wings, it wasn't much, but it helped.

From your recently awakened slumber, you had briefly forgotten the events of the night before. However, upon seeing angel slumped in bed beside from you, the realisation took root. The recollection flattened your heart like a careless truck running over a measly stray bit of garbage

Your performance last night was nothing more than a falsified forgery. It was adorned with the typical strokes and details found in your normal act, but it was so hopelessly fake. Valentino could always tell when you were phoning it in. Despite his fraudulent demeanour, he demanded authenticity from you. After your previous..altercation, you just didn't have it in you to thread your harsh edges in salacious intent. You were an excellent dancer, but you hated the prying eyes that glued themselves onto your figure. Val wouldn't be happy with that. You were already voiceless, he already owned your soul. He couldn't physically take much more, but he could still make your life a relentless nightmare. The punishments he so easily gave out always had a creatively cruel flair. The thoughts brought on a familiar uneasiness. You could take whatever he threw at you, you wouldn't like it but you would endure. You didn't have to like it. Your grounds were barren in the terms of genuine will. You didn't have a reason to keep living, you just refused to die. You would endure until the red toned city around you pathetically crumbled back into the ground. You would watch the world you lived in reflect the terms of your anguish in twisted perfection over and over again...All by the hands of Valentino. You couldn't do much else. Your dimly lit soul had grown more accustomed to calloused hands and absinthe than you wanted to admit..It was just the way of things.

Great now you were cold and stressed out.

Your mind drifted to Angel. His crumpled hair and soft arms outstretched in your direction. The night before, he had spilled a glass of gin soaked secrets, revealing more than you expected him to. His drunken tears leaked into the brimstone walls of your heart. You learned his name was Anthony in life among other things. He probably didn't remember opening up to you, you were surprised you did.

He had been in Hell much longer than you had been..he had been with Valentino much longer than you had..years longer. The thought held more pain than your sore bruise lined body could feel.

Valentino had the poor habit of misguiding his frustration. As much as you pissed him off, your groans of pain just weren't as satisfying as Angels. Even if Val dragged your limp body across the studio, his nails dug deeply into the flesh of your skull, he wouldn't be satisfied if he didn't hurt Angel too. You couldn't help but wonder how he put up with it all. He was a lot stronger than people give him credit for. How long had Angel been his favourite toy? How many other souls tied to Valentino fucked up as you so often did? How did he deal with the brunt of that frustration tipped in his direction? How many times was he hurt because you didn't give Val what he wanted?

He was an angry disagreeable man he would always find some excuse to take that out on others.You knew that, you just hadn't stopped to think how many times had you been the excuse he used to justify how he treated Angel. Your hand brushed a stray strand of hair from his peaceful face. You didn't want to cause him any more pain.

Angel at least looked warm. He still slept soundly curled up towards the edge of the bed. His legs were neatly cocooned into a pile of various blankets. You stretched, shaking the sleep from your eyes and the fog from your brain.

You stood up glancing back on his sleeping form. A part of you felt bad for leaving Angel wordlessly.. His night wasn't great either, even if it was your fault, you could still help make it better. You could also make it worse. You couldn't risk that. He would get over your sudden absence, but what if you said the wrong thing and he hated you for it. He should hate you, after all it was your fault the night went to shit.

I mean even if for some reason he didn't want you to leave, it would be easier if he didn't have to explain why you're here to the literal princess of hell. Its not like you could tell her yourself. You'd rather walk home a bit early and save him the trouble.

You glance at the digital clock stationed on his nightstand, It read 5am. Hopefully the other residents of the hotel weren't early risers. that would really be hard to explain.

You walked into his bathroom to at least attempt to make yourself a bit more presentable. You let out the breathy shell of a laugh; amused by the emotionally supportive posters and positive notes that adorn the wall around the sink. He was trying in some way, he was trying to make the best of things. He didn't have anyone to remind him it was going to be okay besides the small grey kitten saying "hang in there". on one of the larger posters. You pick up a note in Angel's swirled handwriting

"You're hot in more ways than just physically! Nice ass but nicer everything else"

It was a little silly, but it made you feel better for a second. Your eye gets caught on your hellish exterior in the mirror. God- you looked rough.

The mascara stains under your eyes did nothing but highlight the heavy bags that already resided there. Your hair had awkwardly shifted back into its natural texture in some places and erupted in frizz in others. You were still wearing that burlesque outfit Valentino had picked for you. Russet red dried blood and what you assumed to be half a fruity cocktail stained the front. You looked like an extra in a poorly funded zombie film.

Ironically the outfit had been one of your favorites before then. It reminded you of Alastor- big surprise there- almost everything does at this point.

The cut of the top and the off shoulder sleeves reminded you of the dress he had bought you to celebrate your new part time gig singing at that little bar downtown. The outfit's color reflected it marvelously as well- sadly the similarities seemed to end there. The outfit had numerous cut outs and a slit up each side. It didn't leave much to the imagination, but those subtle details kept it in your good graces. Not that it mattered, it was practically ruined now. Maybe you thought too deeply, but it started to feel painfully ironic.

You had sewn into the outfit memories of an ill-fated gentle romance and a shared cup of camomile tea, but ultimately it doesn't change what it really was, stained with the shadow of lust...Just as you had been.

The outfit would never truly resemble that dress. Even if you found an ounce of similarity. Even if you dragged it to the tailor and used its corroded bones to recreate the dress exactly.They weren't the same, they could never be.

You weren't the same.

You hadn't been for quite some time.

In the end, it wouldn't matter if he would ever consider accepting you in the condition you're in. Your skin will always sustain the weight of Valentino's hand. The vulnerability in your soul had been sparked by fear as opposed to love. Whats done is done. Even if you had been crafted with the object of love in mind your heart had been distorted beyond the point of recognition, it could never really be the same again.

With that, you didn't want him to find you anymore. It would be worse to watch him fall out of love with you as he realised you weren't the same. The love you had so protectively harboured in your heart for the devilish man was cut loose. It drifted away into the rotting sea of your soul surrounding it. You couldn't bring yourself to tear down the post you had previously tied it to. Even if you told yourself you couldn't love him any longer, the hole he left in your heart was too large for your will to cover.

You shrug on the coat you had slung on the floor before crashing last night and slide on your shoes.

You grab a pen from Angel's desk-if you could even call it that. It was nothing more than an old bar stool with a jar of pens and a pink glittery notepad. You scrawled a simplistic message. You didn't want him to worry about you. Even if he said he didn't care, he was sensitive. You didn't want to hurt him any more than you had already.

" Hey Angie! I went home- don't worry I wasn't kidnapped! Eat something for breakfast or I swear to god I'll make you eat an eyebrow pencil next time I see you..Love ya lots<3" Your handwriting was a bit messier than normal but it did the job okay.

You walked to the door, opening it it quietly, the lock behind you clicking as you shut the door to Angel Dust's room.

Finding your way out of the hotel was trickier than you expected but nothing you couldn't manage. Once outside you began to shiver. You tugged your coat tightly against your skin, not that it helped much. You refused to fly in such icy temperatures. The wind would be far less intrusive at a slower speed.

The walk from your apartment to the hotel was a little over an hour. Perhaps if you weren't so hung over it wouldn't have taken you as long.The sun just begun to peak out from the horizon, simultaneously allowing enough space for the nightly wind to have free passage, and the blinding light of the sun to assault your eyes; your own special little fuck you from the universe.

The steps up leading to your third floor flat were much steeper than you had previously recalled. Hauling your body up them took a lot more energy than you care to admit. Out of breath and slightly sweaty you were finally headed down towards your room.

Your steps creak in harmony with the ancient building's crumbling walls. You glance down the hallway at what you had hoped would be a chance to decompress.

You stop abruptly a few units from your own. The door was ajar. You pull a short pocket knife from the side of your shoe. The rusted knob looked no worse than it already did. The lock however, featured a few more scratches than you recalled.

You were too tired for this bullshit, You hadn't actually used a knife before. Stabbing people seemed like an intuitive thing to do, but your inexperience left you drenched in anxiety. Nothing within you wanted to go inside, but your legs begged for rest. There really wasn't any use in preventing the inevitable. Eventually you would go inside or whoever was inside would come out. Either way its stab or be stabbed. The door whines as you slide yourself inside. You knew the situation was dangerous, all you had was a shitty knife you mostly used to open packages. If someone was here to kill you..without your voice no one would even know. You pushed the thought aside. You could still run. You could still fly. You weren't hopeless.You crept throughout the apartment with the knife raised steadily in front of you- ready to fight whatever had arrived.. Nothing ever came. By the first two rooms you had lost your concern. It was just how you left it. You stepped into your bathroom, locking the door behind you. You must have just forgotten to close the door behind you the day before.

You glanced around the bathroom before you noticed it was not in the disrepair you'd left it in. A fresh bouquet of roses sat neatly in the vase, the old dried flowers tied and hung above them to use in your next bath. The radio you had so unfortunately melted been replaced by an antique model adorned in golden trim and a stained glass depiction of a small canary. Lastly, a neatly wrapped vermillion box sat on the opposite side of your vanity, a wax sealed envelope tucked between the box and the large velvety bow.

This was a bit ( really fucking) weird. Curiosity over took you as you reached for the dark inky envelope.

You trace the underside of the waxy seal with the edge of your knife, effectively tearing it from the envelopes dark paper. You unfolded the letter unsure where something like this would even come from. You had admirers, but anything they said or gifted to you went through Valentino first. He was the only one he deemed fit to give or take anything from you. He was greedy in the gifts he received and thoughtless in the gifts he gave. None of this felt thoughtless.

Dearest y/n,

I believe it is time you were compensated for all that I have put you through these past two days. I believe you would simply sparkle in this color. If it is to your liking, please wear it tonight. I hope to see you there.

With love,

-Yours truly

Val had gifted you dresses and other fashions in the past, more for his own satisfaction than as a reward. He rarely wrote the notes himself or even delivered the gift. He left it up to an unlucky assistant or just threw the garment in your face in passing.. Nothing about this felt like anything he would do. Perhaps one of his newer assistants didn't get the memo he is a massive piece of shit.

Regardless, you were curious to see what odd fantasy you were fulfilling tonight. You untied the ribbon. Upon lifting the lid, you realised today was going to end up much stranger than you'd hoped. Nothing about this made sense. The dress reminded you of something you might have worn out in your younger days..Was Val planning some weird 20s fetish night or just attempting to fuck with you? He knew the details of your past, with the exception of Alastor's involvement. Perhaps it was some form of psychological warfare you didn't understand.

Upon closer inspection , the dress was astoundingly quite tasteful. You pulled the item from the box pleased it kept going. Usually if the purchased dress was "too long" it would be cut short before it arrived in your hands, causing you a stressful few hours with your sewing machine fixing seams and hem lines.

You slid of the shell of your dirtied clothes and stepped into the dress. It fit you like a glove. The familiar 1920's silhouette and subtle inclusion of art deco threatened to pull you back into your old habits. It really was a gorgeous dress. The beaded scarlet fabric clung to your hips before slightly flaring at your knees. It sported a neckline adorned with crystals that dipped off of your shoulders and into the sleeves The back of the dress scooped down to your lower back a deeper toned train following it. Despite your otherwise disheveled appearance, you felt beautiful.

You look down at the red fabric pooling behind you, you don't want it to, but your mind begins to shift.

1929: New Orleans: The Bar

Your hands shake more than you wished they would, no matter how many times you sang here it always left you feeling anxious. The music sways in tandem with the bars patrons, mimicking the constant lull of conversation. You began to sing.Your voice cuts through the clinking of glasses and exhilarating cheers with a crystalline ring. You glance over to the bar in view of Alastor. His eyes trapped in a half lidded love led daze, filled with nothing but adoration for you.

You glance back down at your hands. They are covered in black velvet, contrasted by a simple pearl bracelet hanging loosely from your wrist. It was one of the many from Alastor on your birthday earlier that year. You had insisted it was far too much, and he insisted you were making far too big a deal of it. He wanted you to feel appreciated and loved, what better way to accomplish that than with a meaningful gift.

He wasn't fantastic with words when it came to you. His hands craved contact with your own. The sentiment he needed to convey didn't fully exist within the bounds of english, or french for that matter. You were worth more than any riches the world could offer you. He could spend his nights bottling starlight and collecting bits of moon and lay them at your feet, and he still wouldn't feel like it was enough. His mind drifted to your past. You were private with the majority of the details. He had collected the story over time from thoughtless anecdotes you mentioned in passing. He knew life before him hadn't been kind.Your mother had died during your birth, but her face stayed firmly in your grasp. Your father hated you for that reason, and he was not a pacifistic man. He felt you had taken the love of his life and left him alone with nothing more than a portrait you hadn't yet grown into. He had been sickly the majority of your life. The more you grew in likeness to your mother the less he fought to get better. He died when you were only 14, leaving you to fend for your siblings. You had raised them just as much as you raised yourself. If the world wasn't going to gift you a delicate existence. Alastor certainly would be. In that moment he vowed to make sure you never felt worried or lost ever again, he couldn't bare the thought of it.

He was shaken from his thoughts as the song climaxed into a loud jazzy finish. You glanced over at him again with a smile. You stepped down from the stage, the red fabric trailing behind you. You walked across the bar and into his arms. He instinctively wraps around your waist, his hand nestled into your own. The moment is pure ecstasy.

"If I could on pick one sound to hear for the rest of eternity it would be your darling voice mon cher" His honey toned voice whispered into your ear. You looked marvellous but the sound of your voice was entrancing.

Your eyes roll, a satirical air taking over your tone. "How many times did you rehearse that line Al?"

" Very evidently not enough. You've made i clear I needed a bit more rehearsal" His familiar sarcastic attitude evident in his tone. "For such a pretty face you have a hard time accepting a compliment"

You giggle into his chest.He placed a kiss against your forehead. Subconsciously you lean into his touch. You can't help but want to be closer to him. Your arms stretch around his neck effectively pulling him into a hug.

"My my, someones touchy this evening" his distinctive laugh following shortly after. It was the kind of laugh you could hear across a crowded room twenty years in the future and immediately know it was him. your hands travel to either side of his face, cupping it gently. Before you know it, your lips meet his. This kiss is slow and delicate at first. It is imbued with ever ounce of love you have ever felt for each other. His grasp on your waist tightens, pulling you in as close as humanly possible. The dark brown strands of his hair tangle into your hands. The kiss heats up faster than either of you care to admit before you finally register you're in public. He quickly composes himself, as do you. A sly smile stretches across his face. He glances down at your dress, his mind floating aimlessly searching for an excuse to be alone with you. Despite how deeply he loved you, he wasn't the type to display that in public. It felt a bit unsavoury. You were his and his alone.

"Darling, I think you may have torn your dress, during your wonderful performance. Would you allow me to help you fix it in a more, secluded location"

You looked down at your dress not entirely understanding what he meant. He always had your best interest in mind, perhaps he saw something you didn't. Besides, you didn't want to ruin the dress he bought you any further than you already had unknowingly.

"Oh I didn't realise it had torn. Of course, thank you love."

You take his hand in yours and lead him into the small dressing room. It was really just an extra office the owner had put a few mirrors, a changing screen, and vanity into. You stood in front of the taller of the two mirrors attempting to locate the tear.

"Alastor love, I don't see what you mean perhaps it was the ligh-"

Before you can finish your sentence his lips are pressed against your own. You lean into the kiss grasping onto his vest to steady yourself. You're caught in your own personal whirlwind. Your hands are glued against his sepia skin.

He breaks the kiss for a moment kissing the corner of your mouth trailing down your jaw and onto your neck. He sucks lightly against your skin

You're so precious to me y/n" his voice is deeper than it normally was. It held each desire he felt and simultaneously every ounce of adoration.

You let out a soft gasp as he lightly bites the side of your neck. He travels along it as your hands tangle themselves in his hair once more. God you didn't want this to end, but you wanted to feel closer to him. You drag him away from your neck placing your lips against his once more.Your hands trace the outline of his shoulders. His hands explore the curve of your spine and the softness of your waist. He lifts you up and sits you against the vanity. Subconsciously your legs wrap around his waist deepening the kiss. (scream)

"I have never loved someone the way I love you Alastor..thank you for letting me" You breathe out in between kisses.

He wasn't one to let people in. Not truly, he had a public persona and a private one. You were glad to get to know the esteemed radio host outside of the studio. You were so glad he let you seen him the way he was so afraid to be perceived as...Vulnerable.

A/N: LOL IM SORRY THAT ONE WAS KINDA SHORT. Also please let me know it the writing style and lengths are working. I've never really written before so Idk the right way to do this. Thanks for reading :) <3

-Also congrats to me for not using a song as the crutch to come up with a title.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #hazbin alastor #im knawing at the bars of my encloser #Me writing Al in the present challenge: IMPOSSIBLE #this is so short im sorry #also was not expecting many people to read these so thank you guys i love you #you best believe the shitty song fic titles are coming back next chapter #youre meeting him and having a big ol fight next chapter i just dont want yall to be happy ig

[badasgirlfriend]

hey, love your fics! can you write something about bada lee x fem idol readers relationship pls

Happy | Bada Lee Imagine

pairings: bada lee x idol!reader

a/n: i kinda hate this but i tried my best hope u like it (i swear this looked better in my head)

Being an idol is fcking hard, Y/N will tell you that. It's toxic, it's draining, and she could sit here all day and tell you about every shitty part of it. She. But she chose this, she knew exactly what she was signing up for.

"This is hilarious," Y/N stated, barely able to control her laughter as she read out the various comments "I'm so disappointed with her, she was such a great idol, but now she's a disgrace!"

The room was illuminated by candlelight as Y/N laid in bed with Bada. The warm glow from the candles cast long shadows on the walls and ceiling, adding an air of intimacy. She could hear the sound of the rain outside, and she felt content and safe as she leaned against Bada's warm body. After finishing her concert two hours ago, Y/N was scrolling through the comments left by everyone. It was obvious that her decision to raise a lesbian flag had caused quite a stir, and the amount of controversy it had generated far exceeded her expectations.

She continued reading the comments, letting out a laugh at one she found particularly amusing. "This one's my favorite: 'I can't believe she supports gay people, she'll never get my money, that's for sure.' Oh no, Bada, my bank account will be empty"

Y/N's phone was suddenly taken from her, prompting her to turn and face Bada. Just as she did so, her girlfriend brought her closer in a passionate kiss. In response, Y/N naturally wrapped her arms around Bada, pressing their bodies together.

The kiss between began with a sense of gentleness and sweetness. In each moment of their connection, Y/N felt her heart fluttering with the same intensity that she had experienced in their first kiss. It was as though the world around them came to a standstill and the rush of emotions overwhelmed her. No matter how many times they kissed, Y/N still savored the moment like it was brand new.

"I told you to stop reading the comments." Bada's words were somewhat overshadowed by the passionate kiss that they shared as she voiced her concerns for her girlfriend. Even though she could recognize the humor in the comments, she also felt the worry and stress that the negative feedback was causing Y/N. She was well aware of the struggles that Y/N endured for her career, and the threats to boycott Hybe until they fired ber didn't sit well with Bada.

"I find them funny though" Y/N replied, responding to Bada's earlier comment. In her relaxed state, she playfully pecked her lover's lips

"But-"

"Bada, I promise you I'm ok. I don't care what they're saying. I love you, and just being near you is enough. I knew the consequences of my actions, and still, I did it without any regret."

Yn was now settled in Bada's lap, playing with the hem of her girlfriend's tshirt "Even if my company fires me, which I doubt because I pay their bills, I wouldn't care. I'd find a new company. What I matters to me is us being happy"

The words from her girlfriend sent chills down Bada's spine. The revelation that Y/N would sacrifice her dreams and ambitions for their relationship was sending her over the moon. In that moment, her thoughts were transported back four years to the start of their relationship. They were a young couple back then, still navigating the world of fame and uncertainty that came with it. Despite all their fears, they had found a connection and a place within each other that made them feel safe and secure. With Y/N's words reminding her, Bada reflected on how much they'd grown together and how far they'd come. It filled her with a sense of pride in their relationship and the trust they'd developed along the way.

Bada had grown accustomed to the rumors around her girlfriend and the various male idols she was constantly linked to, but she never cared. For her, she knew that Y/n loved her and that was enough. Her fans saw Bada nothing more than her friend and choreographer. Bada had become YN's personal choreographer, following her wherever she went. It was true that Bada created all the dances for her, even stepping in to be a backup dancer at times. They even mirrored each other as they wore matching outfits on stage and shared intimate moments during their vlives. But everyone else seemed oblivious to their romantic connection, thinking they were just close friends.

This year, however, something new happened. YN's fans were shipping both of them and the couple found it sweet and endearing It was like a whole new world had opened up for them - where they could be themselves and express their love without fear of judgment or criticism. And that was all they could ask for.

"Earth to Bada" The sound of her girlfriend's laughter was enough to break through Bada's thoughts, bringing her gaze towards her once again. It was hard to ignore the beauty and love of Y/N, as her kind essence and everything she did brought happiness to Bada. As she lifted her hand to tuck a piece ofyn's hair behind her ear, Bada's focus remained on her face as she spoke. "I love you so much,"

Y/N was quick to return her girlfriend's statement with an exclamation of her own. "I love you more, baby," she expressed, her face buried in Bada's neck as she was overcome with shyness. She could feel her lover's laughter and was amused by it, her heartbeat accelerating at the sound of the woman she loved laughing at her.

"I have an idea" Yn was swift to action, grabbing her phone

"Uh oh that's not good," Bada chimed, but only one glare from Y/N was enough for her not to continue talking

Bada watched Y/n bring the phone closer, recording them kissing. "Hoes Mad" played softly in the background, as Y/N mouthed along to the lyrics, kissing Bada on the lips again and grinning at the camera. Bada chuckled at her silliness,

"Annnd posted!"

Bada's grin disappeared at Y/N's words, her expression shifting to one of shock as she realized what she had done. "What-? You actually posted it?" She was genuinely surprised by Y/N's bold move, her voice tinged with concern and disbelief. Before she could question her further, a notification popped up on her phone, with a familiar username. She tapped on the link and was met with something unexpected from the video Y/N shared online.

Bada groaned "no what did you do, you will get so much in trouble"

"Oh calm down, it's not a big problem," YN replied with a dismissive wave. She grabbed Bada's phone and turned it off then doing the same to her phone who wouldn't stop blowing from the notifications. Y/N then casually tossed them on the sofa near them

"Now, let's enjoy our night," YN said with a smug smirk. Her hand reached over and slowly traced the outline of Bada's shirt until she found her way inside.

Bada's lips curved into a sly grin, she was lucky indeed

#bada lee fanfiction #bada lee imagine #bada lee x oc #bada lee x yn #bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada lee fanfic #bada lee x y/n #bada lee edit #wlw #imagine #wlw imagine #gxg #swf #swf 2

[hyunsvngs]

Okay friend. Here's the deal with Woojin from an adult stay who is realistic and (actually) unbiased in the situation. Stays constantly give him shit and tell him to apologize and now that he did, it still isn't good enough.

Short version: Woojin leaving when he did absolutely was shitty and he needed to take accountability for the additional stress added to skz during that time. He's taken accountability a couple of times and it's not enough for aggressive stays who for some reason beg for apologies all the time.

Long version:

Lots of stays use the "he was the oldest in the group" line all because he said he was young and immature and wasn't homie like 20/21? That is young and it is immature. He chose to think of himself first in this situation. It may have been the best decision. If he continued on when his heart wasnt in the right place, his performance likely would have tanked skz success.

Stays are also saying it's too late for him to come out with an apology when he originally did so about a year after leaving. If you don't want him to apologize, stop bringing up his fucking name in association with skz.

Stays claim he's doing this just for his comeback... he's had several releases and did well considering he's practically blacklisted in 4th gen.

Finally, stays love to use the fact that was caught following news about skz. Duh. He was in the group and trained with these guys during formative years. Do we really think he wouldn't care about them? We also don't know what kind of relationship they have because literally no one says anything. And they don't have to because it's not our business.

I get the need to feel like you have to defend your favs- I really do. I'm a skz ult and the whole woojin situation fucking sucked... for them. We have no idea what has happened behind closed doors since then. They may have made up or they may not have. It's not our business. It is likely that he wasn't allowed to speak up for however long die to contractual issues.

Bottom line: 1. Stop asking idols for shit that won't appease you anyway. If you didn't want an apology, you should have stayed out his comment section. 2. Stop taking things personally because you are all just fans who have no idea what's going on.

It probably sounds like I am biased toward Woojin. Believe me when I say I'm not. I am taking the side of stray kids and Woo over the side of stays who literally bully the fuck out of someone who did what was best for him in that moment. Yes it was selfish and it sucks that the boys had to endure that but support the boys without mentioning or tearing down Woojin.

thanks to everyone who sent me asks abt this btw, i’m replying to this one bc i feel like it’s thorough lol

i get what ur saying completely. woojin was still young when he left skz, and i can understand putting yourself first.

however, i can’t have any sympathy for someone who is time and time again using the success of his ex-group to promote himself. i understand following skz news, that’s not the issue here - it’s the fact that woojin seems to be using almost clickbait titles in his videos about the boys to get attention. skz were hurt when woojin left, and this was not just career wise but personally too. i don’t have any sympathy for him and i can’t understand him using skz for clout lol

#juno’s asks ♡ #sweet baby anon

[dublinskeetz]

i’d love for you to write something about elijah hewson!!! 🩷🩷🩷

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hiii ofc!! so since i did a smau x written fic for bobby i decided to do a full smau, hope thats ok with u! also i added some f1 babies in here cs why not JAJA. and by all means lovies, send more reqs!!! ♡

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 - 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 - 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘫𝘰𝘴𝘩, 𝘳𝘺𝘢𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘶𝘱

𝘧𝘤 - 𝘵𝘣𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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[jasontoddenthusiastt]

BFTC isn’t really a case of terrible characterization for Jason so much as it was a terrible case of victim blaming. Like yeah, some of the things Jason did were a bit extreme compared to his “better” appearances, but that’s nothing new and pretty much true of many stories that aren’t utrh or lost days. The bad parts are are also definitely exaggerated by fans.

The story isn’t centered on Jason. Of course every other character’s description of Jason would be knee-jerk dismissive and misunderstanding, since (again) the intention was to make Jason out to be the cartoony bad guy villain. But if you look past the layers of grime they added, the bare bones of his characterization are not entirely incorrect. It’s a biased story in which their intended criticisms of Jason’s morals often fell short, so to compensate they deliberately cranked up his motivations to be more extreme and unrealistic (but one which, nonetheless got Jason’s overall thoughts and goals relatively consistent with stories that portrayed him accurately).

Yes, him shooting Damian was out of character, but granted we’re all in agreement that it was a true case of “bad writing decision”, I don’t think it’s hard to look past. The only other bit people probably complain about (which felt iffy at worst) was him being “a bit enthusiastic” at times in trying to convince Dick to become another lethal Batman (you can just as easily say Jason wouldn’t have been personally invested enough to have acted in the way he did). I don’t care though because he was probably doing it for shits and giggles, and it was funny watching him push their buttons on his spare time while being excellent at his job. Same old ‘none of them deny that he’s effective, they just can’t get behind the killing’ conflict.

Looking past the fact that Jason still had a valid point, the “he’s the bad guy” plot falls apart for other obvious reasons, which happen in the 3rd issue. It’s kind of hard to focus on how much of a bitch Jason’s being when the other characters are written in an infinitely more problematic way (which ends up happening in most “hate Jason” stories). Not only did they heavily imply Jason is a victim of SA, but the way Dick/the batfamily treats Jason about this is … horrible. Arguing that this was a case of character assassination for Bruce and Dick would be more realistic than using this story to claim Jason is a Bad Person™.

Even though Bruce does have a bad track record with his perspective on victims of SA.

Hey. Maybe listen to the living person begging you to turn it off.

Geez. I wonder why he never felt safe enough to confide in Bruce or any of the rest of them. Implying that enduring what he did made him “broken beyond repair”, that he needs to be “fixed”, and saying verbatim, “you are my greatest failure”, not “I failed you greatly”. Then deciding on behalf of Jason that a bunch of people who weren’t involved in what happened to him should all know about this so they can decide what should be done. And everyone agrees with this garbage. Unbelievable.

Aka, any sort of healing he may have tried to accomplish was ruined by you lot. When exactly am I supposed to see that Jason was evil all along.

The story collapses in on itself in the third issue because where Dick is supposed to be at his prime within the arc, he just sort of rambles about how Jason was a shitty victim and then awkwardly shifts to talking about personal growth and coming to accept his own heroic destiny.

I do resent this, but not because “Jason sucks here”. Jason’s “bad portrayal” pales in comparison to the problematic mindsets given to the other characters (namely Dick) which were framed as good-natured intentions and “tough love”. As for people who describe this as “vilifying Jason to prop up Dick” … I don’t really know what to make of that.

#my post #the way they constantly go out of their way to praise Jason’s marksmanship and overall combat skills #and how everyone he killed died because he meant for them to #and Tim and Damian weren’t critically injured. he didn’t attack them with the intention to kill and it’s obvious #not only that it’s made clear they were both wearing heavy duty kevlar #and considering Jason’s an expert on this stuff himself he knew it wouldn’t really do long term damage. #he also knows how to attack people to do any specific kind of damage. if you claim that about Bruce smashing a dude’s skull #against a brick wall and not killing him then you can claim the same thing for Jason #but of course people will always dwell on inconsequential bullshit and try to make a grand point out of it if it’s about Jason #even as they point out that it was a dumb decision made by the writers #‘Jason was violent towards children' do you want me to never shut up again about who is consistently violent with his own children? #not only was this pretty tame compared to the things Bruce has done to Jason and the other batkids #in the majority of his appearances Jason has always been deeply sympathetic and caring towards kids #hence why people always point out how this is a shitty outlier

[annab-nana]

can i get steve harrington with Helping you put your necklace on and sneak a quick kiss on your neck before complimenting you.

he would that sneaky little man

warnings: not proofread, steve being a cute lover boy

❀ masterlist ❀

"hey steve?" you called from the bathroom where you were getting ready. your hair was done, your makeup was done, and you had your outfit on. all that was left was jewelry and shoes.

"yeah?" he called right back. he was in the kitchen adding some sprinkles to the cupcakes you were going to bring to the christmas party you were currently getting ready for. you'd just started as an editor at the hawkins post and while the guys didn't treat you the greatest, you thought it was nice that they did invite you to the party.

"can you help me right quick?" it was only a couple seconds later when steve came bounding into the room you shared in search of you. "in here," you added to help guide him to the bathroom.

"hey," he started, eyes softening at your beauty. steve was always caught off-guard by it, but you didn't get all dolled up often which only enhanced your appearance. "what'd you need?"

"can you help me put this on?" you held up the necklace in your hand that steve gently took from you before he moved to stand behind you. you moved your hair out of the way to make it easier for him and the cool metal of the chain of it caused a shiver to go down your spine when it made contact with your skin. "thanks for coming to this with me by the way. i'm sure it won't be all that fun, but it'll be easier with you there."

"of course, sweetheart. you always endure dinner with my shitty parents and make it easier for me so i’m obviously going to join you to a party with your shitty coworkers," steve explained as his eyes were laser-focused on clasping the necklace together.

"alright and..." steve trailed off when he closed the clasp. he was done with what he was asked to do but he couldn't waste the opportunity that you presented him with. he was quick in pressing his lips to your neck, moving forward from the nape of your neck to just below your ear.

"steve!" you squealed when his string of kisses felt more ticklish than anything. you'd let go of your hair and turned to the boy who planted a kiss right on your lips when you did so.

"you look gorgeous, you know that?" your cheeks warmed at his words and you were the one to initiate the next kiss.

"you are the love of my life, steve harrington." his eyes sparkled when they stared into yours.

"and you are mine, y/n y/l/n."

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[graciegoeskrazy]

Guilty as sin (rewrite)

Parings: Matt Murdock x Teen!Daughter!reader, Elektra x Teen!Daughter!reader, Stick x Teen!Daughter!reader

Warnings & Content: injuries, mention of blood, abandonment of a child, mommy issues, yelling, shitty beginning, less shitty ending. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT I MISSED

A/N: I can’t believe I wrote this lmao, but I’ve been watching waaaaaayyyyy to much Daredevil lmao. Definitely not my best work but idk.

You were chasing your answers. You didn’t expect to see your dad, let alone stick, and your mother.

her eyes. The moment your eyes locked with hers you knew. You knew because they were yours. You didn’t have your dad’s eyes, so you always assumed you got them from your mother, who she might be. Not a hint of doubt appeared. This was absolutely her. But what the hell was she doing here?

In all the chaos around you and confusion present in your mind, you didn’t see one of the men coming towards you and striking you across the chest. In a single instant, you were on the ground, grasping at your side trying to relive a single ounce of pain, but ultimately failing. Your mind started to go fuzzy. The familiar feeling of your father scooping you into his arms is the one clear thing you can remember. That and the blank stare your mother gave you while being carried away.

“C’mon. Let’s give them space.”

Elektra didn’t move. She couldn’t. A strange feeling came over her, a sense of protection. A daughter had always seemed useless to Elektra, Perhaps that’s why she left. Even now, while her daughter is crying in agonizing pain from the battle she just fought, I feeling of love rushed over her. She admired you. She could tell you were strong. Maybe not physically but your strengths lay in other places. She saw herself in you. You are just like her.

“Ellie.” She pulled out of her trance. “Let’s go.”

She nodded and tried to pull herself together while walking out of the room, giving one more glance towards the pair in the room.

Your father, with your blood on his hands and full of sweat, grabed your hand and continued reciting prayers. 3 Hail Marys, and 1 Our Father over and over and over again. The same prayers he was always given after confession to repent for his sins. Because that’s all he could feel…guilt. He is your father. The person who is supposed to love, care, help, support, soothe, and uplift his daughter…but he failed. Instead of saving her, he almost got her killed. And who knows, maybe you wouldn’t even make it to sunrise. Still, he hoped and prayed that he would.

The next morning was very melancholy. Stick was in the kitchen making some sort of breakfast for everyone (even though no one had an apatite at the moment) Elektra was sitting on the couch staring outside at the bright billboards, and your father was sitting in a chair next to his bed, tuning in on your heartbeat every once and awhile. He heard a knock on the door. It was Stick.

“Ah, there you are Matty. It’s time to eat.”

“I’m good, thanks.”

Stick let out a sigh and just brought a plate to him. “A man’s gotta eat.”

Matt disregarded his comment and the food in front of him, “Stick…will she make it?”

He stood next to Matt, tuning in to hear her breathing for a moment as well, “Well, she isn’t the strongest.” Matt swallowed and looked down. Stick continued, “But if she’s anything like her parents, she’s stubborn as hell.” He started walking away before he added, “Especially her father.”

Elektra looked toward the man in front of her. The man she once knew and wanted more from. The father of her child.

“Matthew-”

“I think you should leave.”

Confusion fell on her face. “W-why?”

“My daughter has just endured hell. If she even wakes up, the last thing I want her to see is the mother who she thought was dead but in reality, left her because she’s too lazy and incapable of loving anything but herself!” Anger fell off his tongue. Elektra didn’t flinch. She showed no sign of scaredness, but she knew he was right. “I just want to talk to her, Matthew. Let me have a conversation with her. Five minutes, and I’ll leave.” Matt sighed. “Huh, like how you left her before?” He pushed. “Please. I don’t want to hurt her, I swear.” He let out another sigh and then continued, “She gets to decide. If she says no, you leave immediately, no questions asked. If she agrees, you get five minutes.” Elektra swallowed, “Deal.”

Another hour passed by. Stick finally convinced matt to take a shower and change, knowing you wouldn’t wake up for a little while longer. Stick was doing some kind of meditation on the floor, while your mother paced back in forth between the chair and sofa trying to think of what exactly she want’s to say to you. Matt exited the bathroom and into his room. Trying to close the sliding door quietly but ultimately failing. The slam woke you up.

“Daddy?”

“Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. It’s just me. I got you.”

You continued to squirm and let out little yelps. “It hurts…a lot.”

“I know my love, but you gotta stay strong for me. Alright?

You nodded.

He kissed the back of your hand then continued, “Good girl.”

The door opened and Stick handed you some medicine to take. Elektra just stood by the door, staring at you. As you sat up to take the meds with some water, your eyes caught hers. All the emotions (but mostly questions) came hurdling back into your brain. ‘So it wasn’t a dream’, you thought to yourself. Your dad turned to Elektra, sensing her in the room. “Give me a moment.” She walked out at his request, wanting to stay on his good side. You lay back down slightly.

“Y/N, listen. I-”

“Is that her?”

“What do your m-”

“Is it?” you asked

“Yes.”

You looked at your father with sad eyes. “You lied to me?” Your voice cracked. All your life, your mother has always been a question to you. A question your father didn’t want to answer. He knew it was cruel to keep the two of you away from each other, every child should get to know a parent. When he became a father, he promised to give you the life he never had, no matter the cost. A mother, however, was not a part of the deal. To be fair, Elektra wasn’t necessarily keen on the idea of a child.

There was no doubt that you were unexpected, but still, your mother was ‘going to try’ to become a good mother and co-parent with Matt, but the truth is as soon as you were born she wanted nothing to do with you. She said she never wanted to see you again and told Matt to never contact her again. Your father, on the other hand, couldn’t believe the amount of love he had for this child. The whole labor was an emotional rollercoaster. But all he could focus on was the beautiful little girl in his arms. His little girl.

Elektra was dangerous, and the last thing he wanted was for his baby girl to be in any sort of danger. So he lied. He knew his ex would never come back (or so he thought) and believed the both of them were better off without her. No matter if it was the right decision or not, it still hurts to know your father lied to you.

“I’m so sorry my love. I promise I will explain everything to you. Everything you want to hear- any question, thought, whatever it is, I will tell you. I promise.”

She latched onto him and cried. He did the same. After a moment of quiet, he continued. “She would like to talk to you.” You broke away from the hug. “What?”

“You can speak with her, only if you want, but I’m only giviI’mher 5 minutes, for now at least. You pondered for a moment, but it didn’t take long to make up your mind. “I don’t want to see her. Ever.” Matt nodded. “Done.” You smiled a little and hugged him

Typical Elektra didn’t keep her promise like normal. You slowly ventured out of your father’s room, trying to regain the ability to walk and aching at the pain in your side. “I’m her mother! I deserve at least one convorsa-” Her eyes went to you. “Y/N…I um…My name is Elektra-”

“Get out.” you said sharply.

“Y/N, just give me a chance-” Your voice rose. “You had your chance years ago. You say you're my mother, but your just the opposite. You are not my mother. I don’t have a mother.”

“Y/N. I think you should-”

“I have a father, who does a better job than anyone ever could, and a crazy uncle who cares for me and treats me like his own! And an aunt who puts up with all my bullshit and never gives on on me! That’s the family I have, and trust me when I say that you will never be a part of that.”

She walked out, not saying a final word. What could she possibly say? Matt closed the door and hugged his daughter tight, whispering sweet nothings into her ear to try and provide some kind of comfort. She pulled away and looked at him. “I love you.” He sighed for what felt like a millionth time. “I love you more than you know.” Out of everything that has happened in the last 12 hours, let alone the secrets kept for the last 15 years, all he could think about at this moment was, “How did I get so lucky?”

#matt murdock #Matt Murdock x Teen!Daughter!reader #Matt Murdock x Teen!reader #Matt Murdock x Daughter!reader #Matt Murdock x Child!reader #elektra #stick #daredevil #marvel #the avengers #defenders saga

[acapelladitty]

2023 Wrap-Up 🎉🍻

It's been a hell of a year with some of the best highs and pretty shitty lows dispersed amongst it. But, as always, we persist and here we are. Again. That's gotta count for something and if that's all you've achieved this year then that's to be celebrated.

It has been a steady year on this blog with no major successes or disasters having hit. I've kept my love of older fandoms and added some new ones to the mix which has allowed me to make some lovely new friends that I hope to keep as time marches on.

I'm always very grateful for anyone who follows/engages with the cacophony of mad shite that I fire out at 300mph and I know that it can be a LOT at times so I appreciate and admire you even more for enduring it.

My 2024 goals moving forward:

To juggle my people pleasing tendencies better when my mental health is taking a wee dip for the worst and focus on my own needs before those of others.

To overcome my feelings of inadequacy and engage more with fic/art exchanges and to allow myself to commission more regardless of how much I 'deserve' it.

To further expand on my loved hobby of writing and push my limits where I find them. I always want to improve when possible and it's something I truly love.

I was tempted to do my usual tagging of the people who have made a difference to my experiences this year but I feel it will be too vast to be legible. So, have a good 2024 and I hope the year is as kind as it can be xx

#happy new year #new year

[regencyofhell-if]

In light of the anon who keeps sending me hate messages STILL, I'm closing anonymous asks on my blogs for a while. Apparently this is all about the Ceyx romance in game, which makes no sense to me considering I mentioned explicitly that I will add the option in game where you do not have to have the romantic option enabled if it make you uncomfortable. The key word in that sentence being OPTION.

You do not have to like my decision to have the romance in game, which I added in by request of several followers. You do not even have to read the story. You can just LEAVE.

Telling a person who could potentially commit suicide by your words - which I actually may have done years ago and almost did - is the most unacceptable thing I can think of. And not only are you ruining everything for me personally, but for my followers as well.

As I write this, I'm reminded of the harassment I endured from so many people in my life; being bullied relentlessly for years to the point where I didn't think I would make it to my eighteenth birthday, even by my own mother. Told that I'm a piece of shit and I should die and nobody would miss me if I did. That my life doesn't matter. Crying myself to sleep night after night for so long and coming up with a plan to find the most painless way to go if I ever decided I couldn't take it anymore.

I'm thankful every day that I did not kill myself back then. Life may be shitty, but it's beautiful too. I had one outlet for my depression - writing - and now that has been taken from me.

Well, I'm standing up for myself and anyone who has ever gone through such a struggle, who has PTSD like I do from bullying and pieces of steaming shit like you, anon, who don't deserve the breath it takes to spit on you.

No, I won't kill myself. You should if you think it's ok to send messages like that to someone. Go fuck yourself, because lord knows nobody else will.

I'm done.

If you guys want to see more content, I'll still be on Patreon. I need a break from Tumblr for a while to lick my wounds,

#hate anons #tw: suicidal thoughts

[poisonheart]

This is why I said it.

Don't defend Blizzard's writing just because your favorite isn't getting fucked at the moment.

They have bad writers who ruin big portions of the story, period. It is a fact. Some good characters, a few memorable quests—none of this changes the shitty writing of the rest. Their dev team is in shambles. Making a few good changes doesn't mean you can't be critical of the things that are still bad. Let me say it again, you can say: "I love this new feature you're adding" while also saying the story is fucking bad.

This was always the problem with the fandom. When one side of it rose up to speak up against whatever—in game misogyny, racism, grinding, nerfs (literally whatever it could have been)—there were always those "Blizzard apologists" running to their defense as if the dev team had to be shielded from all critical feedback. Stop.

They need feedback to make the game better. Yes, go shield them from the toxic posts like "you guys need to die" if you want, but you don't need to fucking baby them about the rest.

It's part of their job to listen to the player base, understand what's a problem, and try to find solutions that are feasible within their means. Doing some good things doesn't mean people have to shut up about the things that are still awful—the things they're still ignoring. People like you are the reason they double down because they know there will always be those defending their awful bullshit. Just stop.

Everyone who loves Tyrande is (and has been) experiencing the grief of having this character they loved absolutely massacred by the plot. This is what they do to everyone—at one point or another.

And it's the fucking Pain Olympics with the fandom every time this happens—which victim or character is more worthy of sympathy or a better story or a happy ending. Every. Single. Time.

Also, can we please stop fucking being mad at the characters for the actions they take (or don't)? Like, do people not understand? Who the fuck do you think makes the characters do what they do and endure what they do? The damned writers. The devs. The people in charge.

I see these posts screaming about characters (as if they were real people making sentient choices) when the characters are the way they are and enduring what they do because of the fucking writers.

[And it's more complicated than that—it's not just “the writers." There are plenty of others responsible for the direction of a narrative in a game.]

It's dumbest shit I've seen in the fandom.

Stop blaming fictional characters for shit they're written to do by people with the awareness of a fucking corpse.

#world of warcraft #tyrande whisperwind #it's only a matter of time before they get to your fave #be loud and angry #demand the changes you want to see in the narrative

[i-like-turkey]

Let’s Talk About My Earlier Post

The NCIS Hawai’i finale was perfect beginning to end. Every Kacy scene delivered. The acting and writing were superb. The kiss at the end had me doing cartwheels in my apartment. I was so amped up from the Kacy reunion and their kiss, that I got less than 4 hours of sleep according to my Fitbit. That feels accurate because I spent most of the night tossing back and forth while the kiss replayed in my head.

I woke up this morning a bit groggy. Took my dog for a long walk. Had some more Kacy thoughts. Made breakfast. Had some time before I needed to work, so I fired off a quick post about those thoughts. Shortly after it went up I got a barrage of rude asks, so I deleted it. But I stand by what I wrote. Could I have phrased it better? Yes. Could I have added more context? Yes. So that’s what I’m going to do.

The post was about 1) being a fandom elder; and 2) things that trigger memories.

Let’s start with point 2.  Brains are great and strange and can do some pretty neat stuff such as associating certain things with other things. For example, when I’m out walking my dog past a freshly cut field of grass, all I need is one whiff and my brain takes me back to 8th/9th grade when I spent hours playing lacrosse on fields that smelled just like that. Those were some of the happiest days of my life. I love that smell and I love getting that memory triggered. But when I’m walking past a seafood restaurant and get a whiff of fried fish? I gag; my brain taking me back to when my entire family had some bad fried seafood and ended up puking our guts out for a week.

As for part 1, I’m old. I came of age in the days when you couldn’t have queer people on tv unless they were miserable or the butt of jokes. Things ‘improved’ as I got a bit older. Women characters on shows would be given a lady love interest for a 3-4 episode arc around sweeps. They’d share a kiss. Then the love interest would disappear and the regular character would go back to her dude loving ways. The dalliance with another woman was rarely mentioned. It was biphobic and homophobic as fuck, but it’s the best we had back then. I’d see commercials for these arcs while watching tv with my family, endure my mom making homophobic comments about them, then sneak into the living room to tape the episode using our VCR so I could watch it later. The kisses were usually kinda shit in comparison to the m/f kisses on the shows. They’d be poorly lit, shot at weird angles, and something would usually be blocking their mouths for most of the shot.

As I got a older, the rep improved just a tiny bit more. Regular characters could be queer without getting punished/mocked for it. But when they were in relationships, their treatment in comparison to m/f couples was shit. Kisses were still poorly lit, poorly blocked, and didn’t last long. Think South of Nowhere and Pretty Little Liars for this era.

The feelings I associate with this era of shitty rep are kinda bad and hard to describe. I was desperate for anything that could give me insight into the gay feelings I was having and later to just confirm that people like me existed. I would get so excited for episodes that featured f/f content but then be bummed out after watching them, because they never lived up to the hype from the commercials, the arcs ended poorly, and/or I could see the homophobic double standard at play. So disappointment? Yeah. Frustration? Yeah. But that’s not quite it and I don’t think I can pin it down further.

So I posted this:

My point here is that Kacy and Jilius and Ernie’s hookup with the lady cop character are all being treated the same. None of the kisses last long. They are all shot at wonky angles. That’s ok. This is a navy cop procedural on CBS. I don’t expect or WANT Showtime stuff for this show. I am happy. This is what good representation looks like. It’s everything my younger self would have wanted.

However, all those years of consuming bad wlw kisses has created an association in my head. So I see this:

And my brain takes me back to this:

Yes, the second example is so much worse than Kacy. But they are similar enough to trigger the association and the result is that I’m feeling what I felt back in the day and that feeling is ��

And that kinda sucks. Past bad tv is coming back to haunt me. So I was curious to know if any of my fellow ‘olds’ were experiencing a similar thing.

I don’t think this a wrong or controversial take and it’s definitely not something meant to cause discourse. What is shitty is coming into my asks to tell me I’m “ruin[ing] it” or telling me to focus on something else. Ruining it for whom? And what gives you the right to tell me what to focus on?

Idk if those anons were people who saw my posts in the tags or people that have followed me. But if it’s the latter, y’all chill out. Read posts. Think them through. Don’t police how other people engage in media. And if you have a problem, come off anon and discuss it with me.

#kate x lucy

[crystalelemental]

Every six months or so, I wind up doing a "favorite sync pairs" thing, where I post about my favorite general pairs.  And it's stale. I always post the same few, and guess what.  It still hasn't changed much.  Would it really surprise anyone that SC Jasmine, SS Kris, and H!Caitlin are my top three still?  My absolute favorites don't really change at all.  So instead, we're going to talk about my favorites from just the last six months.

10) Variety Lorelei.  Okay.  Okay, listen.  I know, the Variety scout system is bad. I agree with you.  I hear you.  It's cheap and shitty and I don't like it either.  But listen.  This is all Lorelei will ever get.  And after what they did to her base form, she needed something.  And this?  This is a pretty nice something, admittedly.  I know it is currently very popular to dunk on the Kanto Variety scouts, and in particular the Lorelei and Bruno are carbon copies of one another.  I also know Bruno seems to be the preferred due to Screech strats.  But I like Lorelei a lot.  I think her Cloyster is super good.  I think team Endurance is massively underrated.  I think her 3/5 grid offers some fantastic sustain tools.  I think there's fun to be had.  That said, she's also really limited.  I wish it were Pep Rally and not Fast Track.  There was no reason to limit her that way.  And Punishing Strike 1 is just insufficient for anything.  At least make it level 2, man.

9) New Years Lisia.  January brought me a great opener, with the New Years alts.  Lisia is a character I generally like well enough, but I really do not care for the idol aesthetic, so the outfit bugs me.  Her Altaria form is also...kinda bad.  So it's nice to see her get an alt that can be good!  And...it's fine.  It's a cute outfit, I enjoy the fact Lisia finally got her due, but...Galarian Rapidash.  I'm gonna be real with you, I would've prefered Ponyta.  It's cuter.  Moreover, I feel like Lisia is in this awful position where it's hard to actually use her.  We have three Fairy Zone setters, and they all skew special.  Being a physical damage dealer in this type is maddening.  She makes up for it well enough when on-type, but trying to off-type with Lisia is...frustrating at times.  I think she turned out okay, but the Zone situation is dire for her.

8) Anabel.  God, yes, they finally added Anabel!  I'll admit, Snorlax wasn't my initial favorite pick, but after reviewing the lore, it's basically her ace, so this tracks.  Anabel is a pretty fun sync pair...that I do not utilize as often as I would like.  The fun of Anabel is really just having Looker Fam and being viable, but that's more Emma's role.  Anabel on her own is riddled with limitations, but I find the overall concept fun.   Dual Screens, Crit Shield, Protect, staggering with Headbutt, and Max Moves to replenish MP.  If there's anything that does make me frustrated, it's the lack of shield extension, and general grid struggles.  Given Anabel's poor speed, the best means to counter this is always having an effect up at 4/5.  But the effects aren't too long lived, so it's mildly frustrating.  Still, I really like playing her.   She's a fairly tactical unit with a lot of options in her favor. The grid may be awkward, but it offers a lot of versatility in her effects.

7) Emma.  Emma's the real winner of Kalos VA, if you ask me.  The decision on Crobat is...unexpected, but the results speak for themselves.  Buddy Cross Poison is ridiculous.  She trucks even off-type stages like nobody's business. The only serious problem for Emma is that Poison is required, or she becomes borderline useless.  This makes Gauntlet a bit of a struggle when the opponent is immune, but more commonly, when they remove it halfway through the HP bar.  Emma definitely has limitations. Exceptional power, but at exceptional cost. But she's so much fun.   Like I love getting to run her, it's the best.

6) Champion Bede.  God, this is such a stupid good support.  Champion Bede offers the most ridiculous offensive support the game can currently muster, with unparalleled sustain for longer Gauntlet matches.  Like, the dude cannot fail.  It's absurd.  His offensive presence is divine, he has actual bulk behind him, free moves next applied at least once per rotation is hilarious gauge control for a guy with mostly 4-bar moves. And I love that it's Articuno.  I'm usually not big on the random application of legends, and this whole Galar event is not exception, but I love Articuno and I'm glad it got something nice.

5) New Years Dawn.  I think this was one of the more interesting reveals we had, based on what's not said.  When the Extra Special Ghost Damage skill was revealed, people didn't know what it would do, but largely assumed some passive buff of like 20-40%.  As a result, most people considered her extremely limited, and noted that hey, Anni Lillie is rerunning, just get her.  But then we found out that it was literally a second attack, at a full 100% damage.  And suddenly Dawn was worth looking at again.  And you find out...wow, her debuffing game is immaculate, and she has evade strats with a pop healing move.  Dawn's been hysterical in Gauntlet, and frankly achieves plenty in CS. She works well with lesser supports thanks to the double buff, and I've personally really liked using Speedy Entry 2 on her.  The gauge control matters. I think this is another of those pairs that is just Peak Dawn.  It plays ridiculously, but it works.  Like you don't expect it to, but then it does, and it's like oh.  Dawn's just a mad genius.  Got it.

4) Lodge Dawn.  Speaking of, Lodge Dawn is my favorite Lodge unit, and I think the best overall.  Lodge Dawn got exactly the right tools.  Built-in Vigilance, Team Sharp Entry, a buff kit to rival Roxanne, Natural Remedy and Escape Artist, Gradual Healing on entry, and potential evasion play on sync.  Oh, and she can double debuff special attack, as a support, which sets up Alder well. The only tool she didn't get is Endurance.  And with this incredible F2P sync pair, whose merits outshine all others, what Pokemon did Dawn bring?   Leaf Coat Wormadam.  A Pokemon I don't think anyone in history has thought about.  I absolutely adore Dawn.

3) Adaman.  Hey kids, it's the Sinnoh Hour, starring Sinnoh!  Yeah, recent events have been good to me, if nothing else.  Adaman rules.  My biggest thing with this alt is that it's Leafeon.  I fully expected Dialga, but no, the Eeveelutions get to be Master Fairs.  Can't wait for Penny on anniversary.  Anyway, Adaman's an obscenely powerful sync pair, bringing in Sun on entry and every sync, and having Sun Extension at 3/5.  Two applications of Grass-type Rebuff, hit AoE, makes him ridiculous, but the big money is that he never once touches gauges. If he crits, free moves.  It is ridiculous.  Dude even tanks well, thanks to defense boosting and Synthesis.  This is the kind of physical behemoth that Leafeon should always have been.  I'm so happy for it...

2) SC Zinnia.  I don't think I will ever truly be over this alt.  Zinnia is not at all a favorite character.  I don't think I'd typically even consider Zinnia.  I almost skipped her outright, but wild success on the Tapu let me double back for her, where she also showed on like track 2.  And man, that was such a great outcome, because this alt rules.  Thievul!  They let my fox baby be good!  So good that it's...actually kinda horrifying.  Like, 70% flinch rate, an AoE Snatch after they introduced Five Stats +3 to CS, rebuff, blocks opponent buffs, and has an absurd sync nuke?  Zinnia is so much fun.  And her kit finally, after all this time, completes Champion Calem.  Zinnia's X Atk All perfectly caps physical Dark-types in one turn, gives Rebuff, buddy move is a 3-hit move in CS so Calem gets to apply Dark Zone with reasonable speed.  Suddenly, Calem is looking competent.  Which is a statement I never thought I'd make.  And I think this alt cracked me a bit and I like Zinnia now.  Like, aside from the really cute outfit, I think just the way she's constantly being threatening and on about achieving justice in her own way...I can vibe with it.  I am a huge fan of this Zinnia.  Like she's so hilarious, I adore her.

1) Irida.  If there's one thing Adaman fails to do all that well, it's let teammates shine. Adaman kinda takes over and gets the job done himself, and as a result, he's maybe not so strong at backing his team.  This is especially notable for weaker Grass-types; all the physical ones that like his defense debuffs are high-tier.  The lower tier options are mostly special.  And truthfully, I like it better when the field effect setter is good at helping, rather than being the best damage dealer present.  These effects exist to help, not override.  Enter Irida, whose support game is so strong I think she has legitimate claim to be one of the best sync pairs in the game.  Irida's Hail and Ice Zone, simultaneously, is so strong she pulls options like Pryce and Lorelei over the finish line for off-type clears. And to be clear, her DPS is not what's doing it.  Often her allies will deal better damage. Irida just helps.  I've seen complaints that she doesn't help the good pairs, and thus "doesn't have good partners," but this is nonsense.  She's giving what's needed to physical damage dealers just as much, thanks to Zone, and when you're carrying Lorelei off-type?  Like, come on.  What more do you want? And of course, Glaceon.  My second favorite Eeveelution gets to be a Master Fair, and one of the best around.  I love it.  So far this year, Irida and Glaceon is my favorite sync pair.  

#pokemon masters #favorite sync pairs

[dwarvenhobble]

Why Google ads is making me consider ad blocking now.

Dear hypothetical google developer or executive reading this possibly because a developer or some-one else on break found it and it went up to the chain to you, I really have tried to be good and help support creators somewhat by keeping ads on and not blocking them with ad block. I don't mind some ads if it keeps the service free and gets people paid. What I do have issue with is what finally happened today. I had the 50th advert this week for one of those crappy mobile games and it was the normal crappy mobile game style of advert (the one where the hero has to fight enemies of the right level to level up, you know the ones). Now earlier this month I started getting these and it was fine for a bit, ok not had any of these for a while so I'll endure a few. Then it was more and more apparent they were AB tested adverts. For those who don't know AB testing is when companies put out a number of different adverts with minor changes then keep iterating to get the advert that gets most engagement (E.G. does having the character in red trousers Vs blue make a person more likely to click the advert). So after a few days I started blocking the adverts using google system to tell google I didn't want to see those ads anymore. But because they're AB tested ads I blocked the A ad so then got the B ad then got the iteration of the ad so got the C and D version. So I blocked them too. Then I got the E and F versions. This carried on until today. I got another ad, pressed to block it as not being interested and Google ads options wouldn't let me block the ad. That's right I've apparently blocked so many of these shitty mobile game AB testing ads Google won't let me block anymore so I can't escape them. Google you're meant to be one of the most advanced tech companies out there, how can you still not get what ads I actually want to see with all the data you've collected? I've even literally gone through the selector system to choose ad categories I'm most interested in and you still get it wrong. Why the hell should I be good and keep ad block off when even telling you what ads I want doesn't work and when I block ads using your own system it don't just results in more of the almost exact same ad for the same product but it results in you then stopping me blocking ads because I've blocked too many according to your system or some such crap. Sort your shit out.

Maybe ask people what ads they want, hell I'd love a selection of film trailers for movies big and small coming out but no I have to get 50+ crappy mobile game ads that are literally misrepresentative of the games themselves to begin with.

Yours sincerely, A person you've literally made consider turning his ad block back on for youtube.

#Google #Youtube #Youtube ads #adblocker #ad blocking #Google ads #adverts #youtube adverts #google adverts #google adwords #alphabet #ads #mobile gaming #crappy mobile games #sort your shit out google #sort your shite out youtube

[leam1983]

Such Sights to Show You...

As a Canadian, and especially as a Québécois, my experience with the Haunted House tour would probably strike most Americans as being excessively tame. We're only just starting to see venues that sort of progress past the basic conceit of people looking unsettling while occasionally shrieking at you or going "Boo!", but the local legal framework makes anything extreme fairly difficult to imagine. I've seen some interesting twists on the formula, like a night marathon in an open field that's presented as your attempting to slink past and run away from a horde of zombies, or the now-defunct La Maison Hantée restaurant on De Bleury, in Montreal, which tended to veer towards the darker ends of Burlesque and Cabaret. Waiters could elicit vague jolts out of you, actors cloud slip under the tablecloth and make it very clear that they were touching your legs - but you explictly paid to be served a grotesque twist on middle-to-high-end dining. There were enough lulls and changes in the emotional registry to let you get your food and drink down, essentially.

Today, most high-end haunts are more a question of prop-work than any serious effort to be intense, and the more overt outlets like Malefycia - also in Montreal - are strictly regimented. You might be touched or prodded or even pushed, but all actors are informed of the participants' limitations. It's a bit more of an Escape Room setup, in a sense, than a torture gauntlet.

Having watched Monster Inside after catching a referral on here, I was reminded of a particular October night from a few years back...

Halloween's right around the corner, so you know the gist: You're feeling spooky, what starts as you OD'ing on Danny Elfman soundtracks and your good old shitty laserdisc transfers of seasonal soundbanks and hokey atmospheric music turns into your deciding that you're up for something juicy, especially something from the less sanitized ends of Hollywood horror. As much as I love my Freddy Kruegers and my Jason Vorheeses and my Pinheads, I've also just started to get into Damian Leone's output. So I watch Terrifier, the outlandish kill setups amuse me, Art the Clown steals the show - and I settle in for a chaser of The Halloween Tree or Hocus Pocus.

And then, looking around YouTube, I come across the bevy of promotional videos for American haunts.

I'm hooked. One of them really catches my eye, what with the showman's bravura that he exudes, the smarm that oozes out of every pore, the self-satisfaction at the sight of people who signed up to be dehumanized endure things I doubt many POWs even experience. My first thought is fairly expeditious, considering: Guy's gotta be some fuckin' sociopath.

That man is Russ McKamey, and his attraction is the elusive McKamey Manor. I slam the entirety of the Manor's YouTube content in one night. Red flags keep lighting up as I go along.

If you're reading this, you're probably aware of how safewords can be vital in kink communities. Consenting adults can consent to all sorts of things, but they also have the right to withdraw that consent by providing a clear and unmistakable signal that the party's over. As in, you're expected to respect them. You don't even need to be part of a kink community to understand that fact, much less a lawyer.

Well, I've seen dozens of instances where McKamey made it obvious that he didn't give a shit. The safeword is something he treats like a threshold for the upper limit, which means that you're going to be subjected to a fair bit of added pain. Legally, he's at fault - especially considering how some parts of the experience involve gagging the participants, which obviously renders safewords null and void.

Then, there's the forty-page waiver contestants sign, which apparently flies in the face of what you could consider plausible levels of the waiving of criminal liability - in a way that's sort of reminiscent of OceanGate's own waiver. If you need a reminder on them, Google for Stockton Rush...

As a haunt organizer, the last thing you need is for your guests to outright die on-premises. Yet here is Russ, absolving himself of all responsibility in the case of an event that he entirely would've triggered. Not only that, but the waiver seems to be treated like some integral part of the pre-show theatrics! There's no line of separation even as you're handed the thing, apparently!

Through it all, you're left thinking Hulu produced this thing for the shock factor - which is cripplingly obvious. Three former participants out of hundreds, now, with Facebook groups mentioned where other former attendees band together to commiserate over their lack of judgement, and that are also taken as targets by trollish supporters of the man.

You're left thinking "Who is this for, exactly?" The former US Army soldier with two tours under his belt and one tour in the Manor which was apparently worse than watching comrades-in-arms die under fire? The would-be Scream Queen who reached her upper limit? Or is it for the disaffected youth looking to experience thrills unrelated to parental abuse? Is it pointing a finger at the showman or indirectly goading the viewer into giving it a shot?

The one good shot is near the very end, where the documentary decides to counterpoint the Manor with an experience titled Miasma, run under much clearer directorial guidelines by a man called Justin, who displays a deliberately careful level of attention and who consistently checks for informed consent. One of the Manor's survivors breaks down in tears after officially dropping their role and speaking their safeword - leading to Justin carefully leading them out of the experience personally - and hugging them.

They're given time enough to decompress, and the lights soon come back on.

Seeking extreme experiences can be cathartic for some. The thing is catharsis requires a sense of release, which Russ McKamey never seems to grant. It's always bigger, louder, harder; with his visibly being convinced that he'll spot the right moment to stop. According to the interviewed contestants, release was never properly granted. No one's died yet, but this level of sensory and physical assault can't possibly leave good memories.

If you're in my shoes, you realize that there's a seam between Russ McKamey's project and the participants' experience of it. You'd think a better showman would've paid attention.

#The Monster Inside #Russ McKamey #McKamey Manor #Haunted Houses #Haunted attractions #Extreme haunted houses #abuse #PTSD #Horror #Halloween #Malefycia #La Maison Hantée #Montreal #thoughts

[mystech-master]

It is the birthday of the man I have sworn to defend to the ends of the Earth

Not because I find him funny or inspiring or cool even, it's because of what his story means.

I mentioned it before, but Blazblue has made me question a lot of things. Like, "How much should being family be an excuse for shitty behavior?" and stuff like that.

I have a lot of OP Ragna AU stuff and I will share some of them now

It basically involves my OP!OC dragging him across the multiverse all while slowly deconstructing and questioning his worldview, with the aid of Ragna meeting people who care about him as himself and not how he serves/leases them. All with an upgraded Azure Grimoire that allows him to absorb other powers from the various universes. All so he can figure out what he wants to do with his life, and return to his world w/o the risk of being the central fiction and causing time loop BS.

The worlds are basically whatever franchise I think fits. While Shows like Naruto and One Piece I don't know much about and I usually pick my friend's brain about them they have plenty of cool powers to borrow from but they may also not be good for reconstructing Ragna's mindset. Western shows like Gravity Falls and Steven Universe however might have that kind of character introspection that would get me to this point. I imagined him going to the world of Fairy Tail and having him gain Black God Slayer Magic (Like Sting's White Dragon Slayer Magic which allows him to gain power from consuming anything white) to be a bit more expansive than just Shadow God Slayer Magic. Plus adding Black Beast power would make the Black God's Bellow (Their roar attack) to "Black beast's Bellow" for some alternative appeal. Going to the Naruto world would involve him learning to manifest the Black Beast's power in a way similar to the Chakra Modes Naruto has, etc. Not every world grants new powers some of them would give new ideas with how to utilize the new powers.

The other/older idea was a rewrite/continuation of BBTAG where Ragna gets Shadow and Void powers and that creates a Superpowered Evil Side who starts to think that his friends and family suck after getting new friendships from the other worlds but the crossing over post -CF is kind of the idea I've stuck with for so long.

I'm not exactly trying to break him into going evil (although there are a lot of mental breakdowns and a P5-style Palace in my idea) but I am hitting a stone wall. The big issue I have is "Can I imagine the rest of the Blazblue cast changing for Ragna?" Not just having Noel cry about it, or them pulling an "I will fight for you b/c you are family, even though you kind of suck" with Jin, or "Because Rachel may love him that makes her tsundere attitude fine".

I just don't like the idea of friendships where they do nothing but argue and insult one another unless some dramatic shit is going on. Ragna enduring all this BS for people who treat him like a joke at best and a monster at worst isn't inspiring or cool it is sad.

You guys can yell at me all you want about how I am essentially breaking the character into something he isn't. But I don't care, that's kind of the point.

Sorry if this was all over the place but I HAD to post something for Ragna's B-Day and this idea is kind of the big Ragna thing on my mind recently.

#blazblue #ragna the bloodedge #respectragna2k23

[mallowmaenad]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Girl are you Detroit cause you make me want to be cum human

22 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

#4

See the full post

25 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#3

Confused jester: so… what is my job again?

Incredulous noble: fool, simply… you jest?

Jester: oh ok cool thanks man I think I know what to do now

27 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

#2

slapped this together in like 5 mins cause I was bored

28 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Courier 6: Ass or titties?

Ulysses: Reducing one's worth to a dichotomy of attraction is a grave evil but one many find necessary. The Bull had reduced my people to little more but phantoms, it did not matter who I was, who we were, I was now an instrument of its will. I have a feeling that the same has been done to you, Courier. Even now you are set at a crossroads built by the hands of powerful men, whose psychosexual tendencies has likely left an impression on you. Yes; it is so simple. The robust endurance of a stable foundation, or the comforting embrace of a simpler time? The Bear and The Bull would have you believe that these are your only options, you are either for or against them, though then they are not much different. Regardless of what flag they bare, lonely men dream of warmth, beholding another's touch as a treasure so unattainable and hidden in shadow that some will take it by force in the dark of night under threat of peril as it is the way they have been taught to take what they want, what they feel they need. Such thoughts can turn the most poised warrior into a drooling dog, even the stoic Bull who point a finger toward the west, calling its people uncivilized and degenerates, commit great debaucheries to their women, to their men, to themselves. In spite of this hypocrisy, their point remains unchallenged. Maybe it was such feelings, such anger at the cold of solitude that drove the great leaders of the old world to set this earth ablaze in nuclear fire. On that day when you brought the divide to ashes, was that grim task motivated by the roiling mind of a hungry dog I wonder? I know some have tried to sway me with such payments in my journey as a fellow courier.

Courier 6: Honestly thighs is where it's at in my opinion.

Ulysses: Hm. I see that perhaps you build your own path through the crossroads. The fate of the Mojave is shaped by such ideologies.

Courier 6: Did you imply earlier that I get paid in sex?

181 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

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