#and the comments were FULL of hate and people blaming her personally for them not having tickets

[jakeperalta]

honestly I really just think the only bad guys in the fight for eras tickets are the scalpers reselling tickets and the scammers tricking money out of people. that is it. not the fans going to more than one show, not the "locals" just wanting to go have a good night at a fun show. like if you're gonna be mad at anyone during all this at least make it the people profiting at others' expense!

#saw a video yesterday of a girl going to all three nashville shows and she clearly had a great time in costume each night #and the comments were FULL of hate and people blaming her personally for them not having tickets #and then today with the new dates the multiple show discourse is here again #and people bringing up how terrible it is that local/casual fans might dare attend #like. these are not the enemy! #talking #taylor swift

[thisismeracing]

King of my heart | MS47 | part. 13

Pairing: mick schumacher x hamilton!reader (she/her)

Warnings: curse words, twitter environment, mention of food, not proofread etc, etc. Minors DNI!

summary: The media is getting enough content to make Yn decide to take a step back from social media and everything that can further expose her personal life. Besides that, she has to deal with ghosts from the past and the curious gazes of fans who start to connect the dots when enough data is gathered.

a/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

a/n2: I tried some new tolls on this chapter (gossip websites and other social media profiles), so please let me know if you guys like it or if it was better the way I was doing it before.

a/n3: The angsty season is about to begin, so get ready!!! I have the next chapter almost ready, so we're gonna try something new: as soon as this chapter hits 100 notes I'm posting the new one.

ALSO, I'm really thankful for all the likes, reblogs, and comments on Komh, it means a lot and it motivates me to keep writing. Thank you, guys! *mwah* 💖💗

part. 12 | series masterlist | part. 14 | taglist

theofficialyn

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theofficialyn recharging the energies with the fam 🤍

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hammertim3 Forever thankful to you for feeding us some wholesome Lewis content 🙏🏾

mickshoemaker not to start drama or anything, but the first picture…and the sixth…am I the only one seeing Mick’s hands?

⤷ parisyn you guys are reaching, this is getting out of hand. just top

lewishamilton I love you to infinity, bitsy 🖤

swiftieeras Yn wearing skinny jeans is something else 😍

summerseasonf1 It’s so good to see them happy

roscoelovescoco I love’s spending’s time’s with you’s, aunties Yns 🧡🧡

user1999 why are the polaroids face down in the fourth pic?

⤷ mickceded because it's none of our business. y’all too curious

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theofficialyn

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theofficialyn All tested and perfectly ready for the collection's launch on August. For more info visit ynthebrand.com

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user0 These heels look lowkey ugly, and let's not even get on the unsafe portion

lewishamilton so proud of you ❤️

queenyn I loved how she went full mode on the colours, there are just enough options and they are all so pretty aaaaa

francisca.cgomes I am so ready for those boots to come out!!!! Loving everything, Yn 😍

⤷ hammermilton all the wags supporting Yn, brb I'm gonna cry

hater12 those green heels are horrendous 🤢🤢

user45 those are regular shoes, nothing much about them...I don't see why everyone praises Yn, honestly

user1 overrated.

huser99 🤮🤮🤮🤮

leferrariclerc We rarely get mickyn interactions anymore and I blame it on the lack of limits from some of you on the fandom 😭

⤷ schumini he doesn't even like her stuff anymore 💔

username3 Those all jeans outfit lmao you guys call it style? she dress as bad as lewis 🤡🤣

ynfrance whats up with all the hate?????????? Yn deserves better!

⤷ swiftieracing I think the haters finally were able to catch up with the news that she's lewis sister and so she got his fans but his haters as well.

⤷ verstopping I honestly don't understand why people hate on Lewis, much less on Yn now

taglist: @sachaa-ff @ferrariloverr @kenanlotus0 @mickslover @mellowpizzapuppy @dalsuwaha @formulakay3 @mishaandthebrits @iloveyou3000morgan @crimeshowjunkie

DRAMA IS ABOUT TO BEGIN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Get ready for some angsty chapters <3

I have the next one almost ready, so we're gonna try something new: as soon as this chapter hits 100 notes I'm posting the new one. Let's do this, I'm excited (but also kinda insecure) about the next one, fingers crossed you guys will like it 😘.

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher imagine #f1 imagines #f1 imagine #ms47 #black!reader #mick schumacher x reader #millie writes #mick schumacher social media au #mick schumacher x black!reader #mick schumacher x you #f1 social media au #mick schumacher imagines #mick schumacher one shot

[lilislegacy]

I honestly believe the Chases are hated as fuck in Camp Half Blood since Annabeth is clearly so loved there. Camp consellor shes been there for a looong time, has massive experrience, hero of two prophecies and a leader, she built them a home so when they find out about the crappy home life she had ? Yikes if mortal families are ever allowed to visit I do not think it would end well

thanks for the ask!

literally same. even if they don’t know the things the chase family did, she was still on the streets at 7 years old and was at camp full-time for a long time. anyone can figure it out that she wasn’t loved the way she deserved to be. and everyone knows that annabeth chase deserves the world. because she’s strong and smart and an absolute legend, yes, but also because she’s an incredibly kind and selfless person who has given so much for others.

honestly, i think that’s why the camp loves her and percy together so much, and why they were all so happy when they got together. they could see how much percy cared about her and would do anything for her, and seeing her happy and in love just made the entire camp so beyond happy. their girl finally found someone who wants to love her and take care of her and be there for her. plus, percy is pretty much the only person who’s good enough for her - the only guy worthy of her love.

and yeah, you’re definitely right that a “meet the family” day would NOT be fun for the chases at camp. they would get SO many dirty looks and comments. i suspect the stoll brothers would have no mercy whatsoever. and with the help of athena’s other kids… no good. no good at all.

personally, i’m weird because i’m a mr. and mrs. chase hater and think they treated annabeth awful. their behavior was unacceptable. but at the same time, i’m also strong in my belief that they do love annabeth and really regret how things went. i think they were acting out of fear and really fucked up as parents. but i believe they eventually build a good relationship with her by changing their ways and admitting their mistakes, and really being there for her as she embarks upon adulthood and starts her life with percy. (i know. not the most common hc.)

but to many people, especially campers, the chases will always be the family who 7-year-old annabeth chase ran away from, because the streets were better than with them. and the people who think that… well, nobody can blame them. mr. and mrs. chase messed up big time.

#anon ask #answered asks #annabeth chase #percabeth #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #pjo

[emotionalcadaver]

You know what? I've gone out of my way to be nice. I've acknowledged that mob mentality and manipulation were at work. I've reached out to some of the people who were direct victims of Mr. McCreepy and his actions to check in on them and to extended my well wishes. I have made an effort not to victim blame or question anyone's experiences over what has happened.

But I do not appreciate my own experiences being questioned and belittled. No, he did not hurt me nearly as directly as he did many of you. But that does not change that he created an extremely hostile, unwelcoming, and anxiety inducing environment for myself, and many other people, simply because we happened to like a character that he didn't.

Many of you are missing the point. It was not simply because he disliked Grace that so many were turned off or upset by his behavior. It was because he went out of his way to comment on posts--like gifsets or textposts--spouting nasty things about her, purposefully picking fights with her fans, and openly bullying people for liking her or for trying to defend themselves when he burst onto their lovely gifs or other content they'd created spewing hated. That was the problem. And that's not even going into the issue that a lot of his posts on Grace crossed the line from simple character critique into full blown misogyny.

And so many of his fans engaged with that behavior and contributed to it. And by continuing to belittle and minimize the experiences of those who have tried to discuss this aspect of his public behavior and how it affected them and the fandom, you are proving that you never cared that he was hurting others. It was only when he hurt you personally that you started to give a damn.

I'm not even looking for an apology from anyone who engaged in the bullying. But I don't think that it's too much to ask that, after everything that has been revealed about this man, that you would stop trying to argue that his public behavior was acceptable. I am frankly flabbergasted to see so many people who are victims of him going out of their way to still defend him when it comes to this aspect of what he did.

This is a way that he has hurt and affected myself and others in the fandom, even when we chose not to directly engage with him. And it is just as valid as the other ways he hurt people on here. I am sorry if that makes you feel bad, because you happened to contribute to the bullying that created such an unwelcoming environment and quite likely drove some people out of the fandom entirely. But those of us who were impacted in this way have just as much right to express it as the rest of you.

#i am sorry to bring this topic up again when we are all trying to move past it #i don't mean to beat a dead horse but #some things have been brought to my attention today and i am livid #prepared to get blasted so hard for this but i don't even care anymore #mrkdvidal1989 #laur babbles

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

OMG THE PLATONIC AIZAWA HAS ME SCREAMING ILHSM but onto the request aizawa x reader (platonic again) where reader is like really chaotic and short and constantly kicking minerals ass cause they’re tired of him assaulting them and the other students and just what aizawa would say to them abt it??

Im sorry i got to this as late as i did! How do people have hobbies with a full time job they literally expect the whole world from you :(

Anyway I hope you like it :)

Masterlist <3

Warning: mentions of disordered eating, Mineta 💀

Aizawa x Student!Reader (Platonic) Headcannons - Mineta

You were getting really pissed off now. For the third day in a row you had been sent to the principle's office for violence against another student. What bullshit. Obviously Mineta should expect a complimentary kick in the balls every time he comments on yours or Momo's boobs. She's just too sweet to have to deal with that - poor Momo didn't do nothing to nobody and she must be protected!

The same goes for every other girl in your class. And boy, for that matter. Every time he'd say something to upset one of the guys you were immediately there to back their corner and shut Mineta's closed mindedness down. Nobody could run from the protective, mama wolf in your genes. Protect the pack at all times.

You were always very protective and possessive over your friends, and it was something that lost you a lot of them, but luckily, your new friends at UA can handle you. In fact, they not only handle you, but they enjoy your company and treasure you as much as you treasure them.

But noone realises as Mineta sews the seeds of doubt in your mind. Every time he compared your body and personality with your friends', you had looked at yourself a little differently in the mirror that night. You suddenly found yourself very sickening, and it was poisoning you. Your waist isn't as thin as Momo's, you're not as busty as her either. Would anyone ever choose you over her?...

Stop. You are not about to let these stupid feelings and thoughts affect your relationship with your friends, you love them more than you could ever love yourself.

The next day, you return in baggier clothes and a slightly longer skirt, and you pull the back down and keep it flush to your skin as you walk up the stairs on your way to class. None of the girls find it wierd, because they do the same in fear that Mineta is behind them, looking up their skirts because he's been caught before for that.

But Aizawa is horrified. He's horrified, and absolutely livid when he clocks why you're always cussing out Mineta, why you hold your skirt down with fists closed so tight that your knuckles turn white and the fabric wrinkles, why you never walk in front of the purple haired boy, or group with him in a project, and why you refuse to bend down to pick something up, or go to the school's toilets. In fact, none of the girls do any of these things.

You catch his attention, though, when you collapse during training because you haven't eaten enough. You've been on a strict diet and didn't want to gain weight because of the ridicule you might get. Heroes are pretty, after all. They should be model worthy, and if people see you as bland in comparison to all of your friends, it makes you feel envious of them in ways you couldn't understand. You've never blamed or hated them for it though. You could never.

When your Sensei finally manages to ask you what's going on instead of assuming, your answer doesn't surprise him. He's not surprised at all, actually, but one thing he is, is enraged. And when he spoke to all of the girls in the class he realised that they had all been pretty much silent about their feelings, but they felt the same. Crushing guilt was the next thing he felt. How could he have not noticed?! His students are suffering and he didn't even bat an eye? Some teacher he is.

"Why are you putting your body under so much stress? It's not wise, and if you think it's going to make you a better hero, i've come to nip this in the bud. Future heroes don't make dumb decisions like this."

"... That's not it."

"... Why, then?"

...

And it's so much worse when he finds out that all of you'd had issues with your self image because of one student who just couldn't keep himself in check. When he had been told of all the borderline predatory acts Mineta had done, he may as well have been expelled on the spot.

It had taken a lot of courage to tell him about something like this, so when the class was rewarded with less homework and an icecream the next day, everyone was pleased, and everyone knew why.

Noone had anything to say about it though, so we all just let it go.

Mineta ends up being blacklisted from entering any hero school in the future, and not a soul is surprised or upset about it. And when Aizawa quietly offers free counseling for what damage Mineta had done, you politely decline with the promise that it'll get better with time and attentiveness.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha #bnha #bnha fluff #aizawa x reader #bnha headcanons #dadzawa #aizawa headcanons #aizawa x you #mha aizawa #aizawa drabble #aizawa shota x reader #mha fluff

[calethescammer]

Tcf prompt :)

So there's the well known scars AU in tcf right? Like where Krs!Cale gets his old scars and chaos ensues.

But what if, instead of any random day, Cale gets back his scars after using Instant? Like Mila has healed his scars completely, the ones he got after using Instant, but his old scars are somehow back on his body.

Like when he gets to meet with og!cale, some soul merging stuff happens and rok soo's scars are back on krs!cale's body.

And now imagine, Mila just doubting her ability because Cale's scars didn't heal (they actually did). And Cale just waking up and blankly staring at his body now 'ugly' with the scars he always hated.

And his family seeing him littered with so many wounds that he never had?? (Did they not even notice such a thing?)

And then his kids see him, especially Raon who first hand experienced it, and the young dragon just breaks down sobbing in his human's arms, blaming himself for the pain he had let his human go through.

Choi Han stands shocked, the image of Kim Rok Soo of his memories and the Cale in front of him overlapping, both looking too full of pain.

Maybe they don't comment on it due to the final battle, or maybe they feel like they shouldn't comment on it.

But then after the war, they finally notice how Cale has changed. How he furrows his brows whenever he looks at his scars, as if in disgust, and how he avoids looking at any and all mirrors, afraid to see himself. How he tries to slid his arms further into the long sleeves of his clothes, and how hard he tries to act nonchalant as if nothing is wrong.

And maybe he heard it once, the comments about his scars, but instead of noticing their worried and sorrowful tones he only saw mockery and laughter in it. He knew from experience to never expect from people, but sometimes, it hurt. And from then, he refused to go to any parties whatsoever, even at the cost of golden plaques.

And it got to a point that regular people, citizens of Roan noticed it too, how badly the war had affected their beloved young master. And how badly scarred both his body and mind were. But what could they do, expect send wishes of love and gratitude, in a hope that the person who saved them all may be saved too.

And now to his family. They try to bring out the redhead, taking him to small walks and picnics, and looking at him with so much love that Cale cannot help but feel a sting in his chest, wanting to stay in that warmth forever.

Lock and the wolf children come to him, shouting about how cool he looked in all those scars, how he looked so much like a 'warrior'. But Cale sees their eyes, eyes that seem so genuine and full of admiration, eyes that hold no mockery or any hint of evil. And for the next few hours, their shouts echo in his ears, a faint blush forming on his face.

Raon, On and Hong bring him flowers and decorate his hair with it, and Cale finally smiles seeing himself in the mirror. He suddenly recalls how in his past, his hyungs did the same. How they only worried for him. And once, when Team Leader was complaining about how he'll go bald due to his dongsaeng, Krs stood lost in thought, his gaze fixated on the way Team Leader's hands shook, his worried eyes looking over the scars in a way that said 'sorry'.

"Human!"

Cale's eyes snapped and he looked towards his family, all smiling and laughing together. And for a moment, he forgot all the flaws he held, and he rushed towards the kids, all the while smiling along.

#and then the kids drew doodles and flowers on his scars and Cale just teared up #aughhh angst gets you on the fluffiest of days #sobbing over this #give this man the love and everything good in the world he deserves it all #cale henituse #kim rok soo #raon miru #on #hong #choi han #tcf lock #lee soo hyuk #trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #tcf prompt #angst

[rise-my-angel]

I saw that you got into a scuffle with some Rhaegar stan that accused you of saying that Rhaegar abused Elia and their kids and even though you didn't say that, the stan is wrong....because Rhaegar 100 percent canonically did? Elia was reproductively abused, which destroyed her already fragile health. As for the kids, abandonment is 100 percent abuse, so yes by sheer virtue of abandoning his children he abused Rhaenys and Aegon. Fathers in ASOIAF get dragged for much, much less, but Dead Beat Rhaegar apparently is above critique. His stans are shambolic lmao.

I know exactly what they mean when they used the word abused. The only way in which they can conceive Rhaegar as being in the wrong, is if he is outwardly violent and hateful. He has to hurl verbal abuse at her and her children or physically hit her or the children. Otherwise, they will chalk the rest of it up under the label of "misinterpreting events".

I used the word mistreated, because I know it's a more broad spectrum of things that can fall under that category. The treatment of Elia to them, falls under "I can personally excuse it and therefore every other opinion disagreeing is wrong". Which is ironic, because they adamantly will try to excuse around putting Elia through two back to back life threatening pregnancies, despite the nature of Rhaegar trying to fulfill a prophecy meant he was having children as a means to do that. Not because of the terms of marriage.

You will notice they hardly ever bring up defences against the pregnancies, because they know it makes them look like they are victim blaming Elia for almost dying after simply giving birth to Aegon. The only other comment will be that maybe she was fine with it, which is an entirely speculated point of view based soley on the perception of she cant be a victim. They don't make grand arguments against the pregnancies because they know it makes them look bad, so they argue everything else.

And you are absolutely correct. Rhaegar abandoned his children. Other fathers do not have this claim, because they went out to fight a war for loyalty, oaths and duty. But Rhaegar did not leave for war. He took Lyanna in peace times, and then only after the war was already in full swing did he even join. Rhaegar's actions were the catalyst that led to war. From the moment he took Lyanna, he was no longer a figure in his childrens life.

Aerys let Rhaella take Viserys and flee to Dragonstone. But he forced Elia, Aegon, and Rhaenys to stay. Why? Because at that point Doran Martell was furious how she had been treated and was starting to offer aid to the rebels and thus Aerys held her hostage in order to keep her family from abandoning the Crowns side entierly.

A man who refused to touch his own first born granddaughter in the public court because she "smelled too dornish". That's who Rhaegar left his children with. A man who cared for his grandchildren so little he refused to even play nice and hold her in public once.

Rhaegar did not care about their saftey. He did not care to consider what would happen to them under his fathers hatred and delusions, or what would happen to them if they lost the war. He did not do what a good father does and protect his children. His best Kingsguard were under his orders, too busy keeping a helpless teenage girl hostage in a tower his own wife gifted him.

Rhaegar stans regularly criticize fathers in this series for things they don't deserve. Ned gets so heavily criticized by them, because they do not like the idea that the Stark is a better father then the Targaryean. Even though he is. Or they try to compare them and pretend they at all did any of the same things, just so they can justify liking Rhaegar. "Look you like Ned and hes flawed, and so is Rhaegar so he obviously is good."

These people do not care about anyone but Rhaegar. They don't care about Elia, or Lyanna, or Rhaenys, or Aegon, or even Jon. They do not care, because they bend over backwards to paint Rhaegar in a light that no one but purposley biased characters speak of him in.

They are Rhaegars own self fulfilling prophecy. Not caring about anyone but The Last Dragon, regardless of what destruction to other characters that results in.

Rhaegar Targaryean is a fucking dweeb and I wish Robert Baratheon crushed him to death with an even bigger war hammer.

#game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #anti rhaegar targaryen #anti rhaegar #anti targaryen #anti targ stans #anti rhaegar x lyanna #anti rhaegar x elia #targ or rhaegar stans do not interact #you are all clowns and this is not the circus

[ladiemars]

i’m leaving tumblr, and here’s why (with receipts):

so i’ve recently been informed that i’ve been accused of being anti-black by @ava-du-mortain. this person is blocked but they have watched my blog for years, made multiple posts about me, but also started going into the direct messages of people who interact with me calling me racist.

firstly: i am not anti-black. i’m not racist. or at least i try my best not to be, and correct behaviors that are. please read this post in full before making assumptions about me.

(and for the record: i am not, and never have been, @songofsoma, but pap seems to be accrediting some of her posts to me (as seen above). she is her own autonomous person who has made apologies and will make her own response to this on her own blog.)

i have never ever engaged in arguing with pap out of hope they would leave me alone (block and move on is my motto) but this has continued, so i feel the need to now since the harassment has gotten so extreme and ended so many relationships. already pap has also gone to the lengths to message two separate artists that i have commissioned and paid money to. this has caused these artists to either cancel their commissions, block, or unfollow me (though both refunded me and were very kind in their parting). i covered their users to protect them from harassment.

in addition, a ton of mutuals have unfollowed me and deleted my art from their blog. i hope it’s a knee jerk reaction to such a terrible accusation. and i hope they’ll read my side of the story below.

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now for the accusations which have apparently warranted this level of stalking and harassment in response from pap:

first accusation: i spoke over poc voices.

my response: in october of 2022, pap was involved in harassing a small blog run by a POC for saying that nate was manipulative. this person romanced nate. it wasn’t a hate post.

for days, people in pap’s circle continued posting about them, and they were dogpiled by this friend group even after they apologized. as the dogpiling continued, i stepped in as a white person with a larger platform than them. i asked for their permission to step in and defend them. they agreed and thanked me.

this was the post i made:

i wasn’t trying to speak over anyone. i was using my platform to speak up in defense of a POC who was being bashed for talking about a POC character. however, i shouldn’t have done this. because whatever my intentions, ultimately i am a white person and it’s not my discourse to comment on. i was speaking out of turn. i’ve talked to POC friends since and they’ve told me this as well, and i listened to both them and pap, and i haven’t done anything like that again. so i’m genuinely very sorry, it was in poor taste, and i hope the fact that sort of behavior hasn’t repeated reflects the sincerity of that.

second accusation: in chapter 9 my fic, wants and wishes, they say i falsely accused felix of assaulting a white woman and then had him violently assaulted.

my response: this is, frankly, the most baffling accusation to me.

in chapter 9 of wants and wishes, frankie has a hickey on her neck from adam. when this is pointed out, adam deflects and says it could have been one of the other three members of unit bravo. the three boys begin to argue about who, other than adam, is most likely to have given her a hickey. at one point during the argument mason grabs felix by the shirt.

so a hickey that adam gave frankie and then tries to blame on the other members of unit bravo has been described as felix, a black man, being accused of choking frankie, a white woman. and mason grabbing felix by the shirt has been described as a violent assault. i really don’t know what to say about this, other than, to my knowledge, no one who has ever read wants and wishes has interpreted this chapter as that. including people of color.

i encourage you to read this chapter for yourself and then decide if it’s a black man being accused of assaulting a white woman and being violently assaulted rather than taking pap’s word. they linked the chapter but i don’t know how many people actually read it as opposed to just believing it.

also, what baffles me further: worse things happen to f in the games than having their shirt grabbed by mason? like, the fights with the trappers? getting injured in book 2? and murphy, who pap writes fanfiction about, actually violently attacks f and throws them into a wall so hard they can’t get back up in book one. but to my knowledge, pap has never called mishka out for writing a black man being violently assaulted, just me for having mason grab his shirt.

third accusation: i called a black person aggressive

my response: four years ago in the fall of 2019, i made an online friend. we were on and off talking for months, in the same servers, and shared some oc stuff together.

sometimes friendships don’t work. it happens with teenagers. i told them that me and some people found the jokes they made about other people’s OCs mean in nature.

i’m sensitive, i have autism, i take things literally by accident sometimes. i’ve grown up a lot since then, but when i was 18/19, if someone called my character stupid i wouldn’t realize it was a joke, and i would get hurt. when i communicated this, my friend disagreed that their jokes were mean. we stopped talking. later, i was accused of playing into the aggressive black stereotype by pap.

i was trying to communicate a boundary that i felt had been crossed in our friendship. i do not remember calling them aggressive, i haven’t seen any screenshots of me calling them aggressive, but this was years ago in 2021. i do know i called them mean for sure. possibly rude too.

i’m 22 now, i’ve been in therapy and learned about social scripts for autism, and if i were to be presented with this situation again i think i would handle explaining my feelings and setting my boundaries better. using words like mean aren’t a good way to set a boundary, they just make people defensive. but ultimately i can’t go back in time to when i was 19, so all i can do is grow from it and not do it again. and i haven’t.

and i doubt this past friend wants to talk to me, but i’m going to unblock them on discord if they want to me to make a personal apology to them for that. i’m not going to apologize to pap, the grown person who was not involved in this conflict between teenagers.

————

when people of color began pointing out stretches in pap’s evidence against me, they deleted the comments and made this post, telling the non-black POC who disagreed with them and defended me to straight up die.

so take that as you will.

i’ve made mistakes but i’ve never told any person who disagrees with me to die, even as a joke. that’s genuinely so fucked to do to another human when you don’t know what’s going on behind the screen.

————

conclusion: i really don’t understand why pap feels the need to go to such extremes over what happened in 2021 between me and someone who isn’t even them, or why they lied about the choking in that wants and wishes chapter. however i acknowledge my wrongdoing in involving myself in the race discourse surrounded nate, and again i apologize. truly, sincerely, deeply.

pap obviously doesn’t want me to grow from this situation or acknowledge that i might have since i was 19. but i’m going to try to anyway. fortunately i have POC friends both online and in real life who will call me out when i make mistakes like that nate post, and allow me to make amends and improve. and ultimately it’s their opinions that matter to me—not pap’s, or strangers online who have never met me.

you can believe i’m anti-black and unfollow me if you want. i understand. do whatever you need to feel safe in this space. that’s why i’ve been trying to do by avoiding this pap. i hope now that i’ve responded like they’ve wanted me to for years it will stop, but i doubt it. i’m sure they will tear this post apart in a response and call it insincere. there’s not really a point since i won’t be seeing it.

i don’t know if i’m ever returning. i love making wayhaven art but it’s just not worth it to stay in this environment.

final add on, tw for csa:

believe it or not i am a real person. so if you read this and still think i’m racist please just unfollow and block me. you don’t need to tell me, pap already has.

this whole thing with pap on tumblr has started to affect me in my real life. in february i started being treated by a therapist for five years of childhood sexual abuse from my father and i was using wayhaven as an unhealthy distraction from it. that’s why i wasn’t responding to the hate in my inboxes or the posts pap made. i’m in a fragile state and people around me were advising me not to because of that. but each time i ignored them their behavior would escalate, and now their messaging everyone i know that i’m racist and to not interact with me. it’s been really triggering in a lot of ways because i was shunned from my family when i tried to speak up and wasn’t believed. so i’m going to do what pap won’t and stop seeking out what’s having such a profoundly negative impact on me.

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— mars

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #wayhaven #mars talks #cw: csa #cw: racism #long post

[heliads]

Hey, hope you are good! Could I request a George Weasley x reader where a pure-blood calls the reader a ‘mudblood’ (maybe someone who fancies George and is jealous of reader cause they are dating) and the reader is really upset about it as she is very insecure about her muggleborn status as she is trying very hard to integrate into wizarding society(studying customs, manners and all) and George finds out and comforts the reader! (Bonus: he and Fred get back at the person 😈)

P.S.Love your blog ❤️

idk if george + fred have too demonic a reaction or not but at this point it's too late to change it, enjoy!

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Your steps are brisk as you walk through the corridors of your school. Usually, you like to take your time as you traverse between classes, preferring to let your feet wander as you admire the place that you call home. Hogwarts is beautiful, an intricate tapestry of palest stone and green sandstone turrets, emerald hills rolling away into infinity and skies so blue you’d think someone cast a spell to make them stay perfect forever.

Instead, you keep your head down, not wanting to make eye contact with a single person lest they look at you as you fear: full of loathing, bitter scorn, utter malice. You have been trying so hard to make Hogwarts your home, but none of that would ever truly work, would it? You have proof of that now.

It had been so simple, so quick that you almost wouldn’t have known the moment existed were it not for the terrible ache in your chest. You’d been walking out of third period Charms when you and a few of your friends had bumped into a group of haughtier Gryffindors. These were the kind of people that take pride in using bravery as a weapon, who’d risk your life and call it a test only to laugh it off when you fail. 

When your friends are feeling hurt, they’ll say that these girls are more Slytherin than Gryffindor, but you know the truth. They’re the worst kind of Gryffindor, so courageous in their own spite that they could be heartless and cruel yet still be the pride of their house.

They’d taken today as the perfect chance to get even with you. Ever since you started dating George Weasley, you’ve earned yourself the ire of some of the other Gryffindor girls. Everyone likes the Weasley Twins, obviously, they make it so easy that no one can help it. You see them and smile, watch their pranks and laugh. They’re not too hard on the eyes, either, which doesn’t hurt.

You’ve been happily dating George for about a month now, but the response to your relationship has only gotten worse. George receives no troubles about it, of course, he’s allowed to just go about his day without attracting any sort of scorn, but you’re hit by the brunt of all that seemingly justified anger. They blame you for dating George, as if you plucked out his heart with your claws and made him love you.

In truth, George was the one who loved you first. According to your friends, he was crushing for a solid two months before you started looking at him that way, but no one outside of your circle seems to appreciate that. Instead, they just see someone who’s stolen away their chances to date one of the Weasley Twins, and for that you’ll be hated forever.

Your most vocal critic is a Gryffindor girl your year named Mariah Mallard. She plays Quidditch recreationally, about once a month with her friends, and is known for her sharp tongue and skill with Transfiguration. By all accounts, she should be just fine, perhaps even a neutral acquaintance of yours, were it not for the fact that she seems convinced she should be dating George and not you.

She’s made your life a living hell for quite some time now, but it’s usually not so bad, just a few whispered comments or foul looks tossed at you across crowded corridors. Today, though, she took it a step too far.

You had been just leaving Charms, talking with your friends about how the latest spell was actually quite fun to cast, when Mariah and her posse had swept by you. She’d stopped in her tracks, eyed you coolly, and then issued out the most damning sentence you could imagine.

“Watch where you’re going, L/N,” she’d mocked, “Not all of us want to ruin our day by running into a Mudblood.”

Hearing that word had stopped you in your tracks. It seemed to echo around you, racing down the halls, practically making the stone walls reverberate with the force of all that hatred. Usually, you’re used to Mariah’s cruelty and are able to fire back a return jibe like it’s nothing, but not even the most basic of comebacks rises to your tongue. You expected her to insult your hair, your clothes, your grades, but that? Your blood status?

It’s absurd, so ancient and backwards an insult that you don’t know what to do. You thought that the Hogwarts students were better than that, especially so from a fellow Gryffindor, but Mariah has proved you wrong. Your friends were faster to respond than you, launching so many hexes at the girl that she had to run down the hall to avoid certain death, but you couldn’t even convince yourself to watch.

You feel sick to your stomach. It’s funny how something like that shouldn’t matter, yet it leaves you ashamed. You’re not the one who should be shunned, you’re not the one hurling words like knives, but yet you’re the one walking alone back to the Gryffindor dorms in the hopes of just hiding from it all. It doesn’t seem fair, but that’s how it is anyway.

The goal is to get to your dorm without being stopped, but you’ve barely stepped through the portrait into the common room before you hear someone calling your name. You look over your shoulder and see George heading eagerly towards you. You love him, really you do, and at any other time you’d be delighted to see him, but all you can think about now is the incident in the hallway.

Your unhappiness must show on your face, because you don’t have to say a single word before George’s footsteps slow.

“Everything alright, love?” He asks, standing somewhat hesitantly before you.

You nod quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired. I think I’m going to go to bed.”

George looks out the tower windows, which let in nothing but broad daylight. It’s definitely too early for anyone to be sleeping, even if they didn’t get much rest the night before, but it was the only excuse you could think of over the churning of your own mind.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks again, and that’s all it takes for you to break. 

Your shoulders shake once, and then George has his arm around you, pulling you close to him and escorting you away from the center of the common room. There’s a cluster of a few empty chairs in a corner of the room, and no one can overhear you there. George sits down first, guiding you into his lap, your head tucked beneath his chin.

“Easy, love. What happened?” George questions, his voice quiet.

You take a rattling breath, trying to free up some of the despair in your chest. “Someone called me a–” You can’t manage to say the word at first, and it only comes out later, a gasp of horror. “A Mudblood.”

You feel George stiffen, his arms locking in place where they still hold you. “They did what? Who was it?”

You don’t answer at first, but he knows you better than anyone. “It was Mariah, wasn’t it? Her and her pack of goblins.”

You nod slowly. “It all happened so fast. I just feel awful. I’ve been trying so hard to fit in, George. So hard. I know my parents don’t get the moving portraits or how to shop in Diagon Alley, but we’ve all been trying. I really thought that no one would care. I can’t believe I was so foolish.”

George’s hand cups your face, gently brushing away a tear. “Hey, hey. You weren’t foolish to want to be respected. No one should have to go through that, alright? And for the record, I think you’re doing just fine. From what I hear, you’re setting class records in perfect Potions scores. Not even Snape can design a test hard enough to make you struggle.”

You laugh hesitantly, although it’s easier to smile now. “I do struggle. I just don’t tell him.”

George chuckles. “We wouldn’t know otherwise, Y/N. You’re bloody fantastic. Trust me, Mariah is just afraid of you, alright? She looks at you and sees someone who threatens her in every way, in academics and friends and everything. She tried to make you feel less than you are because she doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that dozens of generations of wizarding families aren’t making her better than you, but it won’t work.”

“It’s easy for you to say,” you murmur under your breath, “you are a pure-blood. Plus, she’s doing this for you.”

It’s a terrible thing to say, especially when he’s just trying to comfort you, but you’re feeling terrible and you can’t seem to hide those awful truths any longer. George, however, doesn’t look affected by it.

“I don’t know that my family are particular paragons of pure-blood ideology,” George says matter-of-factly, “My father would probably move completely into Muggle society if he thought he could. We’re blood traitors through and through, and I couldn’t be more happy about it. Plus, if you think I’d so much as look at Mariah even before this, you’re wrong. She’s a monster. I don’t want anyone but you, Y/N. I promise.”

You smile at last. “Thanks, George.”

He rubs circles against your shoulder blade. “Of course, love. I’d be a properly terrible boyfriend if I let you go through this by yourself, wouldn’t I? I know exactly what I need to do.”

Looking up at him, you notice that George has a peculiar light in his eyes, a certain sort of maniacal planning that you only ever see when he’s thinking through a prank. This time, though, you don’t think he’s organizing this latest scheme for a laugh.

Indeed, when you hear rumors that a group of Gryffindor girls, including Mariah, has been forced to quarantine themselves in the hospital wing after something particularly awful, you think you know who’s to blame. That being said, this incident is even more brutal than the others. 

Apparently, Mariah and her friends have found that their wands won’t do anything but spew blood in scarlet jets whenever they try to cast a spell. You asked George about it, and all he said is that if Mariah wants to act like pure blood is the best thing in the world for magic, she should be more receptive to seeing it at all times. It’s a sickening thing to happen to anybody, but damn if it doesn’t sound an awful lot like poetic justice.

Even after the prank runs its course, Mariah Mallard and her friends still stick clear of you. When they have to cross your path, they do so with eyes averted, not daring to insult you in any way lest they face the repercussions. Your life goes on unbothered, and you have to admit that it feels quite good.

After all, at the end of the day you have George, and you don’t need anything else. You are doing better than ever, your boyfriend loves you more than anyone else, and you are happy. What more could you possibly want?

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[miya-y]

Rain Dumplings is angry - Bakugou, grateful.

A short story where Bakugou is being shunned by the media and you impulsively post something in his defense.

Black Reader x Bakugou Katsuki

English is not my first language. If something is wrong, blame the translator, please.

Fem!Reader but sometimes different pronouns appear in the translation, so forgive me (English is kind of confusing for me, really)

that's it, have fun.

I got the image from pinterest, credits to the artist <3

“Hey Dumplings, have you seen Uravity's new accessories collection yet? I bought the Saturn set and I feel like the most adorable person in the entire universe.”

The caption accompanied the photo of him with the aforementioned set of necklace and earrings, in pink, contrasting with his black skin. Your curly hair was tied up in a poorly improvised bun, but you didn't care.

You had a somewhat well-known profile. When he first came to Japan a few years ago, it was a bit difficult to get used to everything. Culture, Language, behaviors… everything was so different! The only thing you could hold onto to maintain normalcy was hero merchandise. There was some feeling of “safety” when you wore a hero-themed outfit. Just your emotion, maybe, but being connected to some hero symbol made you feel like you could take on the whole world and win.

Uravity's merchandise was special, mostly galaxy-themed, always full of planets, stars and the signature pink of the pro hero. They were cute and well, you liked cute things.

“Miya”, as your account was known, was one more escape from all the tiring routine you established after graduating. Her job was demanding and living alone was… lonely. Creating an account on a social network to share about your passion for heroes and everyday silliness was just an idea, but it ended up flowing and you enjoyed interacting with the audience 一 even if it was very small.

But well, you didn't want it to be big. You liked to give your unfiltered opinions and a large audience meant a lot of people would come to comment negative things, and negatively enough your job and your boss, you don't need that shit anymore.

After posting the photo, you started scrolling through the feed, reading a few news stories. One of them caught your eye. A company was suing Pro Hero Dynamighty for moral damages after he shouted… inappropriate things at a journalist in a live interview. You frowned, seeing the comments criticizing #2, and decided to go watch the original video before commenting anything.

Shit.

But what daughter of a…

Of course he would curse her! How dare she?!

You didn't even give much thought to your actions as you wrote a huge piece and published it furiously. Well, it was those impulsive decisions you were always grateful for not being well known for.

一 Argh! It almost ruined my appetite. No more cell phones for today, seriously. 一 You grumbled, hanging up the phone and placing it on the dresser next to the bed, before taking out Uravity's set and putting it away. 一 What do I order for dinner?

一 o0o 一

一 Dude! This is so manly! Hey Bakubro, you have to read this!

Katsuki's look was enough for Eijiro to know that if he handed over his cell phone, the blonde would blow it up in his face.

The backlash from the interview case had completely ruined Katsuki's mood. To make matters worse, the Agency decided to remove him from his activities while the matter was resolved, putting him in a damn office. Kirishima didn't blame his friend. He often commented that Bakugou could be a little more gentle in interviews, even though the blonde hates participating in them. But this time, he understood.

Mentioning the war against All For One was practically a Taboo when interviewing any of the heroes who participated in it. But that woman was insisting, even too much. No wonder Bakugou exploded with her. But unfortunately, all people were seeing was that Dynamighty was rude, boorish, and a pro hero who yelled at "innocent women" on TV.

The public was driven by the media and the media hated Katsuki. He was always rivaled with #1, Deku, and tried to make him the opposite of the One for All user. A ridiculous thing, since both were friends, but unfortunately, many people believed.

一 Eiji! I saw what you sent me! 一 Ashido burst into the office, with an excited smile 一 Finally someone with common sense! I could kiss this girl when I see her.

一 What the hell are you talking about now, Raccoon Eyes? Better get the Shit Hair and get the hell out of here!

一 Blasty, you need to read this 一 Ashido didn't have the same sense of survival as Eijirou, but to his credit, his phone didn't get blown up 一 A hero fan profile commented on his interview! And it's supporting you, Bakubaby! Also, a lot of people have shared it and now it looks like we can finally get this damn company back.

Bakugou arched an eyebrow.

一 Send me this. And get out of my office.

一 Right, right 一 Mina nodded with a smile, fiddling with her phone and then pulling a reluctant Kirishima out of the room 一 See you later, Blasty!

With the door closed, Bakugou was finally able to enjoy the silence. The last week had been hell. He wanted to blow up that damn company for screwing him over like that. Everything was so tiring in the hero's life and he still has to deal with idiotic people who try to gain profit and fame off of him.

A notification on his phone wakes him up, and on the screen, he sees a message from Ashido:

"Se você não visualizar logo, eu estarei de volta lá!"

一 Tch, that idiot.

Bakugou unlocked the phone and opened the message. There was a link and he clicked on it and was taken to his profile.

一 Rain Cookies. What a shitty name.

He looked at the profile picture. You're cute, he had to admit. The curly hair framing the round face, the wide smile and closed eyes. He swallowed the next statement, though. He wasn't thinking you were cute, shit.

“Eu estava assistindo ao vídeo da entrevista original com Dynamighty e uau! Eu queria dizer sinceramente que ele tem todo o meu apoio. Quer dizer, garota? Você nem deveria estar neste trabalho de merda. Pessoas como você deveriam estar em uma grande lixeira, isso mesmo. Qualquer um tem acesso aos vídeos de guerra All for One, caramba. Se você quer saber mais sobre isso, procure, seu idiota. Ainda não acredito que você fez uma pergunta tão estúpida como "Qual foi o seu sentimento ao acordar e saber que um herói deu a vida para salvá-lo?" ou “Como foi morrer enquanto lutava contra o maior vilão que a Era das Peculiaridades já enfrentou?”

“EI SEU ESTÚPIDO! DEIXE-ME LEMBRAR QUE ERAM APENAS CRIANÇAS! Dynamighty tinha apenas dezesseis anos quando toda essa merda aconteceu. E você quer saber qual foi o sentimento dele? Não consigo entender que tipo de pessoa pergunta sobre o sofrimento alheio só para ganhar um pouco de fama. Vou gravar a cara dele porque se eu te ver na rua eu mesmo te dou um soco. Isso vale para qualquer jornalista ou pessoa que se atreva a perguntar ou lembrar da guerra para algum dos heróis, você é um lixo, fedorento e mimado. Não humano. Eles já sofreram o suficiente e certamente carregarão cicatrizes eternas em seus corações e corpos por causa do que o All for One fez. Eles não precisam de ninguém para lembrá-los do que aconteceu."

“Incluindo sobre Dynamighty. Vocês podem reclamar da personalidade dele mas nunca tentaram entender né? Apesar de sua grosseria, ele nunca foi desrespeitoso com ninguém mais velho. Você não o verá xingando em suas entrevistas ou programas infantis, ou gritando com pessoas aleatórias. Se você quer algo macio e fofo, ótimo, concentre-se em pessoas fofas e fofas. Não tente impor aos outros a imagem que você acha ideal. Dynamighty é um incrível herói profissional que salvou inúmeras vidas e derrotou mais vilões do que qualquer outro herói. Não serão vocês, seus merdas, que irão derrotá-lo. Lutou muito para chegar até aqui. Pare de ficar no caminho dele."

Oh shit.

Bakugou didn't even realize he was holding his breath as he read the huge text the girl posted. The air left slowly when he finished reading, still processing everything. Someone understood. Someone who didn't even know him personally, who wasn't part of his friends or family, was fiercely defending him on a random social network. For the first time that week, he felt his mood improve considerably.

Looking at the likes and comments, Bakugou saw that many people were sharing. He grunted when he saw that his parent company's official profile had shared it as well. It had definitely been Mitsuki, because along with the share, there was a comment: “If I see this motherfucker on the street, I'll punch her too. Thank you for looking beyond what the damn media is saying @raincookies”

He had to remind his mother that the company profile should not be confused with her personal profile. But a slight smile sprouted on his lips as he reread the comment from the blonde who was identical to him.

Clicking on his profile again, Bakugou didn't even realize what he was doing before he actually realized what he was doing. In the private chat, not caring if it was his official account, he left a message, small and simple, but that really expressed what he was feeling at that moment.

"Thank you."

#bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugou x reader #bnha #bakugou katuski x reader #oc #bakugou x oc

[blossom-adventures]

Ok… rant incoming, feel free to ignore it, somethings just come up and it really irritated me, I’ll put it under the read more because it’s a lot… personal stuff, family stuff, I’ve kept this rant bottled up for a pretty long time so it’s a long post

I don’t mind if you don’t read it

I came so close to scrapping this again (I have typed this story out in the past and deleted it) but sod it! I need to get this out of my system!

TW: Illness, death

So… I have a half sister, she’s my dad’s daughter from a previous marriage, much older than me and my brother

I’d not heard from her for 13 or 14 years but when my dad’s health deteriorated she turned up, acting like she’d been present for the last 13/14 years, my dad had invited her over so I remained civil, as much as I hated her being there

A little extra context, she has 4 children and my dad, their grandfather, met the youngest 2 for the first time just before lockdown in 2020, they were 9 and 7 years old!

When my dad was at his worst, about a week before he died, she turned up again, at the same time my dad was being seen to by an ambulance crew (his temperature was worryingly high, given his condition) and with lockdown rules, only 7 people were allowed in the room; my mum, dad, 2 ambulance crew, our GP was there as were the 2 visiting nurses that came to the house 4 times a day to help with his care, so I went in the living room out of the way, when she got there I told her that we needed to wait in the living room, so what does she do, yep… goes into the room where my dad is, acting the concerned daughter.

When she gets told to go and wait in the living room by my mum she comes in and sits down, never asking if I was ok, or anything like that, no she says “what’s wrong with dad?” Oh I had to hold my tongue sooooo much, I could’ve gone off on a rant, but I didn’t, I said “they’re making sure his temperature isn’t because of COVID” then she says “how would he have got that?”

Now bare in mind… I was still working full time, I was going into work not knowing if he would be there when I got home, I was at the end of my emotional tether, if it wasn’t for a couple of friends at work, I’d have exploded at that comment, I read it as she was blaming me for making my dad’s health worse, I couldn’t deal with her, so I retreated to my bedroom and cried for a while.

So… dad died in October 2020, I made it clear that I would not sit next to her at the funeral, we shared a hug at the end but she said nothing to me, not that I wanted her to, and that was the last time I saw her.

Fast forward to today… a whole 2 years, 7 months and a few days after he died, and my mum comes down with piles of photos, and she says “I know you’re going to ask, so I’m just going to say it, I got a message from her (she used her name but I’m not going to use it here) the other day asking if we had any pictures of her with dad, I know we have a couple so I’m going to look for them”

And this is what has irritated me, after nearly 3 years of no contact she asks if we have pictures of her and dad?! And assumes that my mum can just say “oh yes, we have a lot, I’ll send them you, dad kept them in a special box” because NO, he didn’t, we have like… 3, and they could be scattered in various piles of photos!

So now my mum is having to search through photos to find pictures of her… it’s just… it’s really annoyed me…

My mum has been avoiding looking through the pictures, because it upsets her, I know it does, so I insisted that she put some upbeat music on (Pet Shop Boys, mums favourite) and to stop when she needs to

Ok… rant over… I’m just going to… go and calm down for a little bit

#blossom rambles #blossom rants #ignore me I’m just ranting #feel free to ignore #I needed to get this out my system #💙🌸 #sorry for the long rant

[donewithflare]

[ ☎ ] my muse calls yours in tears. [ keegan → zaya; when they were teenagers. ]

The cordless phone buzzed loudly on hook echoing loudly through the Dolma apartment. Zaya rushed to the phone in hopes not to miss it, her parents yet to invest in a phone with a decent called ID as it was too pricy. "I'll get it mom!" Zaya yelled at the top of her lungs as her room spread through their tiny Brooklyn Apartment. She picked up the large beige, answering the polite way her parents had taught her too. "Hello Dolma residence, who may I ask is calling?" With no reply, half expecting it to be some dumb cold call, she was about to hang up the phone. When she heard some wet, snotty sniffling over the phone. A sound she was pretty familiar with.

A cocky smirk appeared on her lips, knowing this would be fun. She slide on the kitchen counter, getting herself comfy and ready to chew out her favorite person. "Oh for fucksakes Dweeb,what did you do?" Only to be followed by more sniffling, she tucks her legs together on the counter,"Who's ass am I beating up now for you? Cause I still haven't fully recovered from the last beatdown." She smiled softly looking at her bloodied and bruised arms that Keegan had delicately bandaged with extra care after her last fight. Zaya smiles softly at how careful he was. His hands were meant for healing. Her hands only destruction. A perfect balance between the two. "You know you really gotta stop getting into fights defending my ass. Doesn't really matter to me what other people think of me." Only you though. Zaya laughs in hopes to lighten the mood. Yet he keeps on crying.

Her grip on the phone tightens, as she jumps of the counter, ready to bounce into action. "Okay who's fucking ass am I going to need to beat?" Zaya already cracking her knocks and stretching out,"I can last a few rounds. Bring the first aid kit, this other asshole is not gonna know what hit them!" Yet there is still him weeping on the phone. No usual protests or warnings for her to be careful. None of him taking the blame and saying it was his fault. This was not what her Keegan was like.

She leans against the wall, pushing the phone closer to ear like how close she would want him to be if he were here right this moment. "Keegs..."her tone softens desperate to get some coherent words out of him,"Please...please tell me what's wrong. You're making me worried. Come on, it's me..." her tone is sincere, full of care. She finds her free hand clinging tightly to her chest where her heart is meant to be. Although, she wouldn't admit it out loud...Keegan played a pretty important part of heart.

Hearing him cry was killing her. "Speak to me or I'm coming over!" Zaya was almost ready to hang up the phone and make her way over to his to comfort him. But then there as an inaudible mumbling from his send. "Woah, say that again this time more slowly and clearer!" Again he talks fast. It was time to pull out the big guns,"Five seconds to tell me properly or else, I'm telling your mom." And with those words he sung like a Canary.

"The Fuck Keegs ...you are crying because you don't have a freaking prom date. Proms are lame anyway," Zaya commented chewing hard on the inside of her cheek. "Who did you ask...you know for reasons....no I'm not going to be making a hitlist with all the bitches who said now to you ass wipe." Which was a very blatant lie. Only she was allowed to kick his ass. Or make him cry. "Listen Keegs," she sighed, "Anyone would be lucky to go to the prom with you." She pauses, "Fuck it, if you don't have a date then I'll be your date, okay?"

The words slip out before she could think. A long pause between them follows. He isn't crying anymore. Zaya, however, wonders if she had crossed a line between them. The very fine line between love and hate. Maybe she shouldn't have said a thing. The silence breaks by a female voice on the other end of the phone.

"So will you got to prom with him then?"

Zaya is taken back by the other voice on the phone. Her tone quickly switches to a polite with undertones of I'm going to kill you later Keegan, in it. "Oh, Mrs Jeong, hi there, Keegan didn't mention you were also in this call."

"So will you, Zaya?" her voice filled with hope for her little boy.

"Sure...yes I will go to the prom with Keegan," Zaya feels her cheeks blush as she smiles. She can hear the two of them whispering and high fiving over the other side of the phone. "But do you mind if I walk to Keegan alone for a moment.?" There is more whispering on the other side as he is trying to dismiss his mom away for them to have a moment alone.

When the line was left for the two of them, there was another brief pause."So does this count as me asking you out or your mom ask me out for you dweeb?" She pauses,"You know you didn't have to ask...I kind figured we would end up going together anyway. You can be suck a fucking idiot sometimes." Zaya continues to carelessly laugh "Promise me, you'll never change Keegs?"

#musings┊she was broken and strong all at once #ft.keegan #violence tw #flashback ┊when we were both younger

[blushydrangea]

Okay this ask may bring down the mood a little bit so you don't have to post it if you don't want to, but I'm just so glad to know (now) that when all that horrible shit went down with ✈�� during the cast reveal, she was with 🍌 in Taiwan (unless I've gotten my facts wrong, but im certain they were together during that time from what others have said). Like, obsessing over whatever the fuck the have going on aside - all that happened pre-season was horrendous and I can't imagine how it felt to be ✈️ during that time, so knowing she had 🍌 just makes me feel an odd sense of relief.

tw: discussions of sexual misconduct and online hate.

yes, they were together for that according to the timeline i have in my head! and also i've heard people talk about how the two of them watched the meet the queens together at nymphia's (she allegedly posted on her stories but i don't have any evidence on that ☹️), so nymph was there with jane & most likely this was something they talked about, or at least something she was aware of. i imagine it was absolutely a difficult time and although i did not engage that much with fandom back then, i do remember people asking for plane to be edited out of the season & posts about her would be full of hate comments.

now, i do not blame the fandom for acting the way we did considering the information we had at the time, but it is unfortunate that the original accusers backpedalled only after a video of alleged harassment was released. to later say that 'nobody involved is a bad person and the subject matter should be dealt with privately' after it caused tons of hate to plane jane was... something. but from the pictures of jane's asia trip and how fond of there she seems to be, i'm glad she had a good time anyways and it probably wouldn't have been the same without nymphia 💛 i mean most of the pictures she took there are with or of nymphia lol.

#asks #re: planymphia #re: planymphia lore #anon

[restforthe-burdenedsoul]

Just here to process per usual. I have my therapy intake on Thursday which will be helpful. There’s probably no order to any of this chaos. Highlighting the basics if anyone wants to read.

We found an apartment with no wait list. They can hold it until March 3rd. I start work March 3rd and M’s jobs opening got pushed back so he won’t be full time until the second week of March. We can’t afford to move in March 3. They need full month rent/admin fees/amenity fee. I think we could come up with the security deposit.

My dad offered to pay it if we pay it back. I should have said no. We have talked about it, M and I. Asking our parents for help. His mom said no. My dad would, but my mom had a complete freak out over it to the point that I wish I had just stopped the conversation. It lifted the rug for all the things we’ve swept away.

Allowing myself to break down a bit right now because I’ve been bottling so much of this. My dad said “you know I completely blame M for this” and a bunch of other comments about M and my ex husband. They hate him so much because he’s trans. And I overheard them talking in the other room “you know by helping her were helping him” and it fucking tears me apart to hear that shit. The very same parents who raised me to love EVERYONE, to not judge anyone, who essentially sculpted me into this compassionate and empathetic person are the same people who have so much hate and judgement in their hearts. They raised me with all these great Christian values but clearly weren’t listening to what they preached. They hate my husband because he’s trans, they hate him because my ex husband was an asshole. My dad said M promised him we’d never be in a situation like this, he’d never ask for money from them. I didn’t know M was a prophet and could tell what was in our future.

It was my idea to ask if we could move in with friends. My idea to apply to a job 2 hours away. My idea to break down the small stability we had. But it felt like we didn’t have a choice. We didn’t know M was gonna get fired. We didn’t know we weren’t gonna find jobs there. We didn’t know he was gonna get faked out by a job. We didn’t know things were gonna be worse.

We tried to talk to his mom about things. That it’s this apartment with no waitlist that needs all the money by March 3 or the other apartments with 3 month long waitlists. We HAVE to be out march 1 for his grandmother. And to stay would be convincing not only his mom, but his aunt who has his grandmother the other half of the week. She already has her own son and two daughter to deal with on top of the grandmother, so I don’t see that happening. I don’t know if theylll reconsider if they’re faced with the hard reality that we will 100% be living out of our car until at least June. Staying at my parents is a no go. All my dad has to say is that this is M’s fault.

We have no where to go. Maybe a shelter. Giving up our dog because of a three month wait list. Which makes me cry all over again. I’ve never bonded so much with a dog before. We lost her once and spent four days on the side of a highway searching for her. To just lose her now? Have her be put down because she’s so scared of people? She’s the most loving and gentle dog I’ve ever had. They’ll euthanize her. We have fucking jobs, we just don’t have anywhere to live.

There’s no more friends to ask either. The relationship with the friend we moved in with blew up. When we moved out, she officially separated from her wife and moved out. We offered to help her move, be a space to vent and process, be an escape from reality. She withdrew from everyone while we still lived there. She had met someone and it was 100% about them. We moved out and kept asking how she was with no answer. Learned from snap chat she had moved out, the new partner helped I guess because all the pics had their dog in it. M finally asked why she wasn’t responding anymkre and she said she was “doing her” and “didn’t have the space” to talk to anyone. And I respect that to an extent. You don’t just drop off the face of the earth when your friends are trying to help support you. She got pissed off and said how she wasn’t putting her emotional stuff on us when we were going through our things. She said she has bigger problems than us and “what issues do you even fuckig have? Not having a job?” So fuck her too. I’m glad my friends are emotionally supportive even when things aren’t good for them.

When I got divorced I left EVERYTHING behind. My life, my job, my friends, my bird. Yes I moved in with my parents and I appreciated their support, but we have a very strained relationship when it all boils down. I was STILL there for my friends and their problems even if they felt smaller than mine.

We left to get out of their way. She said “things happened faster than I wanted to once you left.” First off, they should have had the emotional awareness to tell us they were not stable enough to house us for that period of time. Maybe we shouldn’t have asked at all. I wish we hadn’t. We were both there through their explosive fights. Gave her space to breakdown so she wasn’t alone even though we were also triggered in other ways. We tried everything we could to move out asap after we learned how their relationship really was and we couldn’t get back up on our feet. Now we’re facing legitimate homelessness.

Yes, she lost her toxic wife and any change is stress. But she has a roof over her head, she has all her pets with her, she has a new partner, she still has her job. We. Had. Nothing. Just ourselves and melody and a temporary housing situation with his mother. And now we may be homeless despite having jobs because of stupid waiting lists.

I’m calling the church tmrw to see if they can help at all and around to social services I guess? But like, we have jobs and those jobs are gonna afford us a really nice apartment by mid March so I don’t even know if we’ll qualify for assistance or if that assistance will come fast enough for us to not be on a waitlist somewhere.

I don’t know. My mom doesn’t want to help us financially. His mom doesn’t/can’t help us physically or financially.

I just don’t know where to turn. And Uber is just barely paying our bills. Still haven’t missed one. But there’s no extra 2-3k laying around for us to get this apartment.

So. That’s what’s going on with me right now. Thanks for reading if you do.

[fizzyxcustard]

Betrayal (2)

Part 1

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: Crossover of Spooks and Pilgrimage (Modern AU)

Pairings: Lucas North x OC/Raymond de Merville x OC

Warnings: Love triangle. Angst. Language. Smut. Cheating.

Summary: Amy Holland is Lucas North's girlfriend of six months. Amy is aware of his job as an MI-5 agent and supports him. However, Lucas' cousin, Raymond de Merville, has always loved Amy and uses their one night stand together as leverage for something more.

Comments/Notes: If you wish to be tagged in any of my tag lists for fics or characters, please let me know, and stipulate what you want to be tagged in. I'm gradually removing people from my tag lists who do not interact.

I don't normally write about cheating as it's just not something I particularly feel comfortable with, but I really wanted to write something with these two in this situation, so I hope that this came out well.

The character of Amy Holland is from all of my Spooks fics with Lucas.

It had happened again.

Amy woke to see Raymond lying next to her, facing her, but with his eyes closed, still asleep.

She remembered when he had come, over her, dominating her. He whispered that he loved her, and then that whisper turned into a loud groan. Everything was caught up then in that moment as he let his climax wash over him. Even as he lay beside her afterwards, he nuzzled her neck and then kissed down her chest, exhaling loudly, savouring that little time he had with her.

Amy got out of bed and wandered into her kitchen, flicking on the kettle. On the way and she had pulled out an old pair of pyjamas from her laundry pile, and put them on quickly.

Shame racked her again. It felt like poison seeping through her veins into every single crevice of her body, gnawing and whispering, reminding her of how much of a bitch she was. Getting caught up in the moment seemed to be becoming quite the recurrent theme for Amy.

At the dining room table and Amy sat with her first cup of tea of the day and sobbed. The right thing, of course, would have been to tell Lucas. By playing this game, she was making him a fool. She was letting Raymond continue being the cruel bastard he had always been, not only hurting his cousin, but also her. However, Amy know that the sole blame didn't lie with Raymond; he was correct when had said he'd not forced her to sleep with him. All of that had been her own personal, yet stupid, choice.

"That's twice. I'd say you're getting quite attached to me now," Raymond's amused voice came.

Amy looked up, her eyes red and sore.

"Don't tell me that you're feeling guilty all of a sudden?" Raymond scoffed. He sat down opposite Amy, with a smirk on his face.

"Stop being fucking cruel," Amy hissed.

"I never forced you to sleep with me," Raymond replied, leaning in. He said it again, highlighting just how disgusting she was also being. No force on his part, so that meant she wanted it all. Everything he had done to her in the bedroom and she'd wanted it.

"Some way to show a person you love them. You're just possessive, admit it. You don't love me. If you loved me, there's no way you'd come out with half of these hateful comments."

"I'm being the realist here, Amy. There's something between us. There always has been since we first met, and you're too full of guilt to see that. I satisfy you, physically."

Tears carried on falling down Amy's cheeks as she realised that all the words he was speaking were true. There was a force between her and Raymond; it was powerful, immovable. He had a dark edge to him that attracted her, beckoning out her own repressed dark side.

Raymond got up and walked behind Amy, like a predator circling prey. He reached out, his hands drifting down her arms. His fingertips ever so gently brushed her forearms. He positioned his head at her neck, his breath wafting against her.

"Stop it," she whispered.

"You feel it?" Raymond asked. He closed his eyes and drew in her scent. "You feel that between us?"

"Please, stop it," Amy begged.

"I'm not doing anything. I'm recognising what's there."

Amy's self control snapped and she whipped her head around, catching his lips against his. Their kiss was hard, possessive.

Raymond shoved Amy against the table, his lips still locked against hers. He picked her up, positioning her on the table and dragged her pyjama bottoms down.

Everything was happening so fast. Amy didn't have time to breathe. Raymond was on top of her, his breath all over her. Then she felt him force her legs apart and position the tip of his erection next to her.

Raymond let the lust take control and he began moving, pushing himself completely inside her. He stopped for a second, holding her body on the table. Then he withdrew, almost completely, but not quite. Then he slammed into her.

Amy cried out in both shock and pleasure. While pinned to the table, she felt nothing but wave upon wave of intense heat mounting in the very base of her gut. Every time Raymond slammed back into her and the wave got higher.

With each thrust, there was the slapping of skin. Groans filled the kitchen, along with pants and exhales.

Raymond continued slamming into her, over and over, grunting as he did.

Finally, Amy came. White light burst before her eyes, shockwaves racked through her and she shook from her very core. She called out his name as the climax took her upward, soaring on the height of pleasure.

Then it was Raymond's turn. He moaned against her neck, pushing in hard one last time where he stayed, letting that last wave wash over him like a tsunami. He gripped her tight, allowing every last drop of his seed to fill her.

"I love you," he whispered. "Don't lie and tell me you didn't feel something there." He was panting now, and for a second, remained still on top of her.

Amy knew full well that there was something between them both. On instinct, without consciously realising, she kissed his head.

Raymond smiled to himself, trying to recollect the last time a woman had held him after sex like this. Never. It was because he had never allowed himself to be held. There had never been a woman that he felt any deep connection with, in such a manner as this. Amy was all he thought about. She consumed him.

A few seconds later and they both parted. Amy dashed to the toilet and sat on it for a few minutes, staring at the wall. What was she doing? Just to ease an itch and find some physical gratification, she was risking her whole relationship with Lucas, who had been her support and happiness the last six months. She was risking that for a selfish bastard who never saw beyond his own wants and greed.

Raymond maintained that he loved her; he'd told her at least three times now since the evening previous. But how could he love her and continue to treat her and Lucas in the way he was?

Should she come clean to Lucas and explain just how devious his cousin really was? Surely it'd mean losing him. The first time that Amy had slept with Raymond, letting the tide of lust wash her away, and she was certain she had lost Lucas.

Once Amy had emerged from the toilet and gone back to the kitchen, she remained in the doorway. She watched Raymond from behind as he prepared two fresh mugs of tea. Just another kind gesture to benefit him. Amy doubted that any of Raymond's kinder gestures were ever purely altruism. There was always a reason he did the things he did. A pay off was waiting at the end.

Amy disappeared back out of the kitchen and walked into her bedroom, grabbing her phone from the bedside table.

Good morning, angel. Hope you got home safe. I love you.

Her whole body turned into a deadweight and the phone slipped from Amy's grasp. How could she do this to him?

"Lucas texting you?" Raymond asked, coming into the room with two mugs of tea.

Amy sniffed away tears. "Maybe." Then she spun around on the bed and glared at Raymond. "You're really fucking enjoying this, aren't you?"

"I'm enjoying this no more than you are," Raymond replied. There was a cold edge to his tone. Amy had expected him to blow up at those words, but instead he had remained calm.

"We need to stop this."

"I told you. You tell him or I will."

"Do you really expect me to fall into your arms after the way you're treating me?"

"I get what I want, Aim. And right now there's only Lucas standing in my way."

"I'm sure I get a say in this as well," Amy growled.

Raymond merely smirked and looked down at Amy who was sitting on the bed before him. He towered over her and reached his hand to her cheek and cupped it. As always, he felt that shiver beneath his touch and watched her close her eyes. "Your reactions, Aim. You don't see yourself."

Amy bolted to her feet, shoving him away. "Leave, Raymond. I'll tell Lucas, and I'll also tell him how much of a backstabbing, devious bastard you are."

"There were two of us in bed last night, two of us on that table this morning. Admit to him what you've done and the fact you can't keep your hands off me," Raymond scathed.

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[drunkengodsofslaughter]

I'm sorry if this comes out of nowhere, but I was thinking about r//nance, lol. So, like in canon for me, it was ooc for Robin to want to befriend the girl who broke her bffs heart so badly, bc why would she you know. So I keep thinking maybe Steve, who already blames himself, just doesn't really say negative things about Nancy, like he deserved this kinda treatment. I mean still I wouldn't want to be friends with that person who makes my bff feel that way, especially because I heard rumors about cheating and Nancy did move on pretty quickly, like not even a week so that would raise red flags. Anyway, if we all ignore this and Robin thinks of Nancy as this great amazing person who she wants to spend time together, wouldn't she then ask Nancy about Steve and their relationship?? And if so, wouldn't Nancy then have to admit to Robin how she used Steve as a placeholder? And if Robin finds the whole truth, wouldn't she want to stay far away from Nancy? Like it just wouldn't make any sense, realistically why Robin would want to be close to her after everything. It wouldn't matter if Steve would only say positive things about Nancy or reassure her the hurt he felt was only because of his mistakes. Robin is smart she would piece one and one together, Nancy hurt her best friend, and she wouldn't let this slide. This is why I hate this whole plotline about Robin kissing Nancy's ass in s4, I know the show doesn't acknowledge Nancy's mistakes in Stancy, but omg. Not everyone has to be best buddies, especially if there is history.

It was sooo ooc for Robin to act this way, like she should have been wary and maybe a bit cold to her. If Steve was my best friend, I would not whorship the ground his ex walks on. Robin seems like to have the same principles. In Rebel Robin, she hates it that Barb ditched her for Nancy, like idk how canon those books are but if it's true it's another thing why Robin should have been at least a bit bitchy.

The fandom and the show, but mostly the fandom, just wants everyone to be bffs, disregarding the major conflicts and mistakes. Like no realistically, Jonathan and Steve won't be friends, Jonathan is Nancy's boyfriend who knowingly cheated with her on Steve. Steve and Nancy can't be friends because of the messy breakup. Like every teen is like negatively linked to someone, which creates this clusterfuck. The only reason why the kids can all be friends is because they never cross-dated and genuinely like each other. The teens are only together in the group bc of trauma, not because they want to.

it’s totally cool! i love talking about this :) yeah it was quite weird especially cuz she had reservations before about nancy and now she changed it like at the flip of a hat - it’s so weird. yeah i think steve totally believes he was at fault for the relationship so i don’t see steve telling robin an unbiased version anytime soon of how he was the one at fault. yes about the hearing rumors! okay i find it odd how fandom has no problem judging what tommy says in season 2 and doesn’t realize the implications that the entire school knows something is going on with nancy and jonathan. also people were at a party when steve and nancy had their fight so i do not see anyway really trusting their judgement that something even happened between the two of them cuz everyone was drunk and not fully paying attention. all people know is that steve and nancy had a bickering over and steve left without nancy like i don’t think people would only come to the conclusion that they broke up. like there would be so many different rumors about this situation - none of them where nancy and jonathan come out to look like good people in the public’s eye so robin who already had reservations about nancy wouldn’t want to make friends with her after knowing that she possibly cheated or that she just didn’t care about steve. yeah robin kissing nancy’s ass makes no sense like why ‘she’s full of surprises isn’t she?’ like ngl that comment didn’t make sense to me cuz robin herself was never really surprised at nancy on screen about her guns or etc.

omg yeah robin would totally ask about it but ngl i kind of don’t see nancy even admitting that she was also at fault. like she already has no problem not admitting her mistakes in canon and she heard steve say that he was a shitty bf (which i don’t agree with) but i can hardly see nancy having to admit that steve was a place holder to his best friend of all people. also like i think it would be in character for nancy to not admit anything cuz she doesn’t think she did anything wrong.

yeah robin could have acted cold to her like i genuinely think she would have the same energy that she at first had with steve in the first place with nancy! like regardless if robin did feel comfortable now in her own skin - she wouldn’t just automatically trust nancy! or even enthusiastically try to make friends when she had reservations about nancy in the first place! SHE CALLS NANCY A PRISS! and like you said about the rebel robin - she has a bunch of reasons to not like nancy (although i don’t think the books are really canon but honestly i love robin being friends with barb and then being upset that nancy came along and took her from her)

fucking everything you said in the last paragraph!!! the fandom just wants all of the teens to be besties and it’s like that’s not even remotely canon or how the characters feel!!! it’s also not how any of the dynamics are in canon ! like idk what fandom’s obsession is with making everyone want to be canon bestie cuz it’s so much more interesting when they aren’t! cuz they aren’t in canon!!!! and yes everything you said about the party too! literally everything you said in that last paragraph is so perfect

#answered asks #thanks so much for this #stranger things #anti ronance #just in case lol