#jesus christ y'all can be so annoying and embarrassing

[imbywimby]

STOP HARRASSING THE CAST ABOUT BUDDIE

hey guys!

is it too much to ask that you guys stop harrassing the 911 cast about buddie!

here's a great idea: ask the cast about the million other plotlines that their characters are a part of! stop ignoring everybody besides oliver and ryan! ask the actors about the hard work they've put their characters!

even in the latest episode - why don't we focus more on kenneth choi's AWARD WORTHY PERFORMANCE instead of just debating bucktommy vs buddie???

jfc everyone

#jesus christ y'all can be so annoying and embarrassing #this is going to turn into supernatural 2.0 atp #i love buddie but y'all need to calm tf down #stop harrassing real people! #911 #911 abc #hen wilson #chimney han #maddie buckley #evan buckley #eddie diaz #karen wilson #911 show #buddie #henren #bucktommy #oliver stark #ryan guzman #jennifer love hewitt #bobby nash #athena grant #angela bassett

[prodigal-explorer]

roasting side kinnies except i'm actually really mean to all of them

if you get offended easily please leave i don't wanna actually hurt anyone's feelings /g

alright now on with the show! i'm warning y'all this is gonna be so mean cuz i hate when people are like "roasting side kinnies!!" and then are super nice to all of them except their least favorite like no i believe in equality, everyone gets roasted for real here.

roman kinnies: (i'm roasting myself here) not everything is about you. please put the hero complex away, nobody cares. you're selfish as fuck and you take without giving so much that you just expect everyone else to be okay with it. if anybody messes with your makeup routine, they're a dead bitch, and honestly, that's really pathetic. no matter how much makeup you wear, you're probably gonna look even uglier than when you had none on.

logan kinnies: literally stop talking about how underrated logan is, he's not underrated anymore! everyone likes logan! you constantly need to be right all the time and you pick fights for no reason just so you can win them. we get it! you're smart! but honestly you probably aren't as smart as you think you are. half the time you just sound like the human equivalent of the nerd emoji.

virgil kinnies: please for the love of god stop talking about how you're the therapist friend. you're not. you're literally the one who dumps all your problems onto people. no actual therapist friends constantly whine about how they're the therapist friend. also please stop infantilizing yourself it's really embarrassing to watch. you're not a "smol bean" or a "tuf lil guy". also stop with the whole "janus abused virgil and it's canon" thing like it's not canon. this is sanders sides not an anime.

janus kinnies: it's okay you can just say you have no personality. because literally what is this man's personality? nothing. you think your sarcastic lil jokes are funny and that they're roasting people but they honestly make me curdle up in secondhand embarrassment. you refuse to accept that janus was in the wrong for manipulating roman, and that he totally had the middle school librarian thing coming. you just kin virgil and want to be different, i know what you are. you're a fucking aquarius (i am too).

remus kinnies: okay half of y'all aren't even remus kinnies because you guys mischaracterize him so bad. get out of here with the "poor wittle remus just wants the same treatment roman gets" like no the fuck he doesn't and roman doesn't even have it that good. also please stop spamming song lyrics we are so tired of reading the lyrics to forbidden fruit. also forbidden fruit sucks ass, someone had to say it.

patton kinnies: ah yes i saved my least favorite for last. you guys have victim complexes bigger than the catholic church. literally all of y'all are annoying as fuck but not in the cute way. in the "jesus christ please stop pretending to be an innocent angel who has never done anything bad" way. i know defending patton is your full time job because he's done so much awful shit but y'all boutta be fired because "he's trying his best" is literally not a reason come on now. it's ironic that you guys are the least sympathetic tss fans i know but also not because patton is not that sympathetic either.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #tss #roman sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides fandom #ez's rambles #tw for me being a meanie #like really mean #is it obvious that i fucking hate patton #but this is just for funsies please don't dox me #like i literally roasted roman too and i kin him this is all in good fun

[knifvd]

@skytired asked : 🔥🔥🔥

🔥 ONE . i understand that everyone likes shipping , i understand that , i DO , but it's super clear that some people will ONLY write with people they ship with . aren't you embarrassed ? you're losing out on SO much interaction , character development because you get no bitches ( /s ) , but seriously . how do you not get bored ? like sure , sure , your muse , you can do what you want with them , but your chracter development is LACKING . it's annoying to approach you to only have one starter posted for you and there's only one NOTE , your like and nothing else while you write your twentieth ship and ignore every single other person who writes you something that isn't romantic .

🔥 TWO . some of y'all are way too graphics elitist . you are losing out on so much because a writer might not have "up to par" graphics but like jesus christ who the fuck cares . you should care about their writing and their muses and if you LIKE it , not whether or not they have a subscription to photoshop . ( looks away as i run my photoshop as an administrator ) alot of times i think it has to do with some kind of insecurity , that you're so worried about your own writing you cover it with graphics . in that case . get over yourself . lol .

🔥 THREE . OH , some writers i see on my dash ( myself included , i feel , at times ) like the sound of their own writing way too much . i say this in the sense that they open an encyclopedia and just raw dog it with as many words as they can , overcomplicating it . it is very hard for me to read english in the first place and seeing twenty billion words that don't appear in commonplace language or conversation , and takes away from the actual plot or thread we have going on . if i have to go to several other people to figure out what's going on , it'll make me less interested in writing with you . news flash , you're not a better writer just because you know bigger words or more complicated words . you just look like someone who's brown nosing the thesarus .

𝙐𝙉𝙋𝙊𝙋𝙐𝙇𝘼𝙍 𝙊𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎. 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜.

#skytired #❮ BUNNYPUFF SPEAKS ❯ — babble . #❮ BUNNYPUFF SPEAKS ❯ — answered . #hi ily #obviously (you) isnt you but whoever it applies to #xoxo

[stickers-on-a-laptop]

BL tag game

tagged by @lelephantsnail! thinking time lmao

All-Time Favorite BL Character and Why?

Okay you know what? Fuck off it is time for my boy Akk of Hotel Stars to SHINE. My boy, in the show no one but me and @lee-donghun liked, was just. Holy shit. The CONVOS we had on this dude. Imagine the most bi character you've ever seen in your life, like he's clearly bi and surrounded by other queer people, stating quite seriously and not at ALL homophobically, that the gayest couple in the group "seems pretty straight." He clearly likes the girl! And she's great! But he also sabotages EVERYTHING for his boy Tone! IT IS SO FUCKING FUNNY.

One Character You Want to Punt Into the Stratosphere

Really truly honestly? Someone from a popular BL that I will not say. Cause I do not quite trust the fandom other than my tiny corner where we were all like "are y'all GOOD." Sorry. :/

Best Music Moment from a BL

You know, the problem is is that I get very embarrassed during like singing parts and I'm also pretty bad at like paying attention to the music. But my favorite OST would be the SOTUS theme song.

A Popular Het Text You’d Like to See as a BL

As problematic as it is, I do love a good CEO/employee. So probably that. The office BLs I've seen so far like equals or boss, not specifically CEO. Thanks Aaron Yan, that's your fault. (There's like. 3 CEO/employee dramas with him. I loved them all.)

BL Scene that Makes You Laugh

Okay this is gonna be such a niche one but jesus CHRIST the fantasies in 8.2 Byo no Hosoku. Especially the one with my boy Geiz of Zi-O. I haven't even SEEN Zi-O yet. I was losing my goddamn mind.

Biggest BL Disappointment

Probably 7 Project. They fucked up BounPrem! How do you do that??? And the girls' story sucked! For what?? I had to drop it after ep 4 I was so annoyed. OH WAIT NO. Gen Y. What the hell. It was supposed to be our og 2moons cast making fun of 2moons. Instead it sucked and had that weird "we had sex when you were drunk" "joke" that I HATE.

2 Random Characters Who Would Make Hilarious Exes

You know who would be a hilarious ex? Tops of Ingredients. You will simply not get his food anymore. He can and will ignore you extremely well. I do not think he'd be a fun ex to have in real life, which makes him funny in fiction. Idk who'd be another hilarious ex lmao.

Who Would Be the Funniest Person to Watch a BL in Its Entirety And Which One Would You Make Them Watch

You know, I'd SAY Mob from Zettai BL but he'd probably watch them all on his own to prepare to not be gay. Not that it works. (Manifesting s3!!!) So I'd have to say...hmmm...man idek. I'm having trouble even remembering what's like a BL and what's just like...queer as I look over my list lmao. Maybe make Tsuge watch Utsukare.

Best Wardrobe Moment? Character or Otherwise

You seem to think I remember wardrobes. I do not. I am the person who has 10,000 graphic tees and 5 pairs of shorts and 2 pairs of jeans. I do not notice clothes unless it's like REALLY eye catching.

tagging: @incandescentflower @funyasm @yougetsomekisses

#this is hard to do when the toku brain rot is stronger than the bl rot

[mulletmitsuya]

Dead people groupchat

Warnings: sano manjiro, swearing

Desc: um basically it's all the people Mikey lost and what they think of the current situation (spoilers until chapter 246)

Shinichiro: IM GONNA BEAT HIS ASS

Shinichiro: WHATS HE DOING NOW ?????

Shinichiro: IF HE KILLS SOMEONE ELSE SO HELP ME GOD

Izana: its kinda funny to watch tbh

Izana: but i guess he's going too far

Izana: and he knew me for 2 seconds idk why he said that to Kaku

Emma: Ken-chinless behaviour

Baji: LMAOOOO STOP

Draken: do you think OG Toman's gonna win?

Draken: i'm pissing myself here

Baji: i think they need to let Angry go beast mode

Emma: i just think we need to accept the fact that some people are gonna be joining us soon

Emma: Takemitchy might literally die

Emma: and idk how my girl Hina will handle that 😭

Shinichiro: i trust this Takemitchy dude. hes been doing good so far right?

Izana: it's his fault Draken died tho

Draken: stfu no it's not

Draken: i'm at peace with my death, and tbh i wouldn't have it any other way. i entrusted my life to Takemitchy so he could save Mikey. he's gonna win

Izana: 😕

Baji: okok enough about Mikey

Baji: can we talk about Hakkai???

Baji: he's so fucking funng to me. every single time something comes out of his mouth i shit myself laughing

Shinichiro: he's such a simp lmao

Baji: 🤨

Baji: weren't you the biggest simp of your generation??

Baji: you would lock eyes with someone and fall in love with them

Shinichiro: i had attachment issues 🙁

Shinichiro: there's nothing wrong with wanting to be loved damn

Izana: please don't cry

Izana: we don't know what to do when you cry

Emma: just hug him, it calms him down

Draken: really??

Draken: i hugged him when he was crying and it just got louder and more intense

Shinichiro: i'm right here guys

Izana: idk what to do when people cry so i just watch them until they get uncomfortable and stop crying

Emma: :/

Emma: you did that to me when i was younger

Emma: but you weren't a psychopath back then so it wasn't as weird

Izana: sorry ig

Izana: although i never said it sorry for orchestrating your death and stuff

Shinichiro: ngl that shit had me heartbroken i wish you guys just gotten along

Shinichiro: i just wanted my little siblings to love each other

Emma: he's crying harder

Baji: Shinichiro stfu you're a grown adult

Shinichiro: i'm not crying

Draken: you're literally weeping

Shinichiro: it's just

Izana: no one asked

Shinichiro: Senju's gonna have to fight Wakasa and Benkei

Shinichiro: i can't fucking take this

Shinichiro: i'm overwhelmed rn

Shinichiro: WHAT ARE THEY EVEN DOING IN THE KANTOU

Shinichiro: WHERE'S OMI

Draken: i think Waka and Benkei are looking after Mikey

Draken: probably guilty or smth

Draken: i'm annoyed tho

Emma: at what

Draken: Hanma

Draken: i fucking hate that dude jesus fucking christ

Emma: he put me 6 feet under 😔

Baji: jack skeleton lookin ass slenderman bitch ass mf

Draken: i wish I'd killed him tbh

Draken: or Kisaki

Baji: FUCK KISAKI

Baji: HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN SUBMITTING ASSIGNMENTS WHAT WAS HE DOING KILLING PEOPLE OMFG

Emma: can't believe a 13 year old took part in my murder 😭

Shinichiro: ...

Shinichiro: kids are nifty little fellas

Shinichiro: they come outta no where

Izana: don't try to justify getting killed by a 12 year old

Izana: that was embarrassing

Emma: yeah Shin you could have dogged why did you turn around so slowly💀

Shinichiro: y'all acting all cool by being mean to me and shit

Shinichiro: when you were deeply affected by my death😕

Shinichiro: you love me

Emma: you're still a pathetic old man 😁

Emma: ily <3

Draken: :/

Emma: he's my brother :(((

Emma: but i love you too Ken :)) <3

Draken: :)

Izana: disgusting

Izana: repulsive

Izana: revolting

Baji: stfu you never experienced love

Izana: 😐

Shinichiro: Keisuke🙁

Baji: sorry

Baji: change of subject

Baji: i think Haru might kill someone

Emma: oh definitely

Izana: no question about it

Shinichiro: c'mon guys give him a little credit he might change

Baji: Haru's fucked up, Takemitchy's gonna have to come up with another genius plan or smth :/

Emma: Senju'll save him

Emma: i wish I'd been friends with Senju

Emma: girlboss

Emma: i want her to beat Mikey's ass

Baji: remember that one time she girlbossed too close to the sun

Draken: while i was in Brahman i wanted to fight her but i didn't wanna live with the embarrassment

Emma: of losing to a girl?

Draken: of losing to someone who's 5 feet

Emma: i'm 4'9

Draken: Emma i was talking about fighting

Emma: :(

Draken: ily

Emma: :)

Shinichiro: ok guys we get it you're capable of being loved you can stop now

Emma: no bitches?? 🤔

Emma: i'm sorry

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers manga #tokyo revengers texts #toman groupchat #black dragons #sano shinichiro #sano manjiro/mikey #ryuguji ken/draken #sano emma #sano izana #kurokawa izana #hitto kakucho #baji keisuke #draken x emma #drakemma #hanagaki takemitchi #hanma shuji #kisaki tetta #wakasa #benkei #akashi takeomi #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi haruchiyo #kawaragi senju #akashi senju #i find bullying shinichiro very funny

[yumefuusen]

IKEA Puns (part 2)

Welcome to the new part, guys. Please fasten your seat belt since this journey will make you laugh so hard.

Again as a disclaimer, I do not own anything. All the things I used here has their owner respectively.

Summary: you have to buy the rest of your item from IKEA while your four mutant friends (especially Mikey with his hilarious puns) giving you a good advice before buying it.

Format: group chat

Characters: Bayverse Turtles and Fem!Reader

⚠️ Warning: foul languages, dad jokes, memes and GIFs, picture of IKEA products (got it from their website) ⚠️

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MisterDon: Isn't it so quiet, guys?

MisterDon: I wonder if Y/N is okay...

Y/N: Yo

Y/N: I'm okay Mister DonDon Donatello

MisterDon: Don't call me that, Y/N

Y/N: Why not?

Y/N: I think it's cute

MisterDon: That's quite embarrassing, tbh

MisterDon: But whatever

Y/N: Now I'm looking for a desk lamp

*you sent a picture*

Y/N: Wdyt?

BlueEyedGuy: Not bad

CrimsonRaph: Yea, not bad for a desk lamp

MisterDon: *yeah

CrimsonRaph: Leave me alone, Donnie

MisterDon: As you wish

BlueEyedGuy: Guys! Please!

Y/N: Since y'all said it's not so bad

Y/N: Im gonna buy this

MikeMikey: Are you sure you're going to buy this?

MikeMikey: It's for sale, isn't it?

MikeMikey: Because I heard someone said it's free

Y/N: sTaHpー

*you sent a picture*

Y/N: Dude!

Y/N: I'm bursting rn in the middle of IKEA

MikeMikey: OEMGEE R U OK?

*CrimsonRaph sent a picture*

Y/N: Raph's using a meme 👀

*you sent a picture*

Y/N: That felt uncharacteristic 😱

Y/N: But I really love it LOL

BlueEyedGuy: Oh boy

MisterDon: This group chat turns awfully wrong

Y/N: Man, I go to a home furnishing store

Y/N: But I laughed so hard and Im broke

Y/N: And ppl r staring me like "r u ok miss?"

Y/N: They think im crazy for sure

BlueEyesGuy: Who said you're crazy?

MisterDon: Yeah. You're not crazy.

*you sent a picture*

MisterDon: Oh God. Mikey's hilariousness affected this poor girl's brain

CrimsonRaph: Y/N, ARE YOU INSANE?????

CrimsonRaph: What the hell!

Y/N: No, Raph. It's just a meme

Y/N: I'm 100% sane, completely normal

Y/N: Don't you dare to say that again, or...

CrimsonRaph: Or what?

Y/N: Meme war

Y/N: Here in our group chat

*you sent a picture*

CrimsonRaph: But Mikey started this with his annoying puns!

MikeMikey: I CAN READ YA, DUDE!

Y/N: I don't care what you guys going to say

Y/N: I don't love peace

MikeMikey: Yeah! I don't love peace!

MikeMikey: Omg NO GUYs

MikeMikey: Help

BlueEyedGuy: Y/N. Calm down. Remember why are you coming here?

MisterDon: Raph, please don't say anything to Y/N again!

MisterDon: And Mikey! Please don't make this situation more dreadful!

MikeMikey: im sorry bra! Didn't mean to!

BlueEyedGuy: Here. Hear this, please

*BlueEyedGuy sent a link*

BlueEyedGuy: It'll help you to relax

MisterDon: Take a breath, count to 5. Hold your breath for 5 seconds, exhale.

MisterDon: Just try it

Y/N: Let me set up my airpods

Y/N: Oh thank God

BlueEyedGuy: Better?

Y/N: Better than few minutes ago

MisterDon: Jesus Christ

MisterDon: This group chat is so dysfunctional, at most

MisterDon: I hope no more fighting again...

Y/N: Thanks, Leo!

Y/N: And Donnie

Y/N: I love you both 💙💜

*you sent a sticker*

MisterDon: Aww! 😍

BlueEyedGuy: Okay. What's next, Y/N?

Y/N: Gimme R!

Y/N: Gimme U!

Y/N: Gimme G!

Y/N: Gimme S!!!

Y/N: Let's see some RUGS!

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Ta-da. Second part with more annoying meme. I hope your eyes doesn't get any trouble after reading this 🥲

Don't worry, more memes, dad jokes and puns coming!!! I'll make you wheeze, for sure!

I also want to make another story when reader is going to the grocery store with our four awesome terrapins and (again) Mikey spun-taneously joking around and make fun of the items name. Of course after I finished all the IKEA puns story.

Until next time!

Read the part 1 → HERE

Tag list: @chicchanmooshy @doctorelleth @whispers0fgreen @thelaundrybitch @mutant-lair @lady-maria-the-wolf225 @turtle-babe83 @mysticboombox @leosgirl82 @donniesdove @roxosupreme @exovapor @angelcatlowyn @nittleboo @tmnt22 @downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #fanfiction project #my first fanfic #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #bayverse turtles #tmnt bayverse #i love puns #leonardo x reader #raphael x reader #donatello x reader #michelangelo x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #Spotify

[unprofessional-bard]

Chapter 15 - The Result

Unprofessional Bard's Masterlist

Losing My Religion Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter • Next Chapter (TBA)

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader/OC

Warnings: smut: oral sex (m! receiving), unprotected sex, joel breeding kink go brrr; talks of depression, anxiety and PTSD, detailed descriptions of bloodshed/death.

Summary: The confrontation the reader had been waiting for finally happens.

Word Count: 5.771

Author's Note: I apologise for the repost y'all!! The chapter didn't appear on the tags and I didn't notice it soon enough!! If this doesn't appear as well...

Enjoy!

The last heatwaves of summer started coming in with full force as September approached– a final storm before the calm. It wasn't completely intolerable, but it still messed with a lot of people: even you and Joel had to stay away from one another during the nights due to the heat making everything more sticky and irritable. It was annoying as hell, given that you had Joel all to yourself for a whole week now.

That certainly didn't stop you two from having sex before his departure, of course.

It took you some time to anchor yourself back to reality after what happened with Ward – the first three days were the worst with the episodes and attacks, but you don't think you could've made it this far in such a short time without Ellie and Joel. This was practically nothing compared to when you had first arrived in Jackson... if you had them both with you when–

Doesn't matter now. It took you months and it wouldn't have mattered if it had taken more– you made it. At the end, you got through it.

You and Joel talked about things, too. A lot of it mostly surrounding Kiki and Ward, of course. Things were cleared out, feelings were gotten off of chests and apologies were made: One day, after going out to get groceries while you chopped some vegetables for dinner, he put the sacks on the counter island and approached you, wrapping his hands around your waist.

"Smells delicious," He murmured into your ear and placed a kiss on your cheek, then put his chin on your shoulder, ever so slowly –with minimal movement– swaying you to the smooth jazz playing in the living room.

"I didn't cook anything yet?" You raised a brow and smiled at the way his beard scratched at the side of your face.

"Didn't mean the food," He whispered and kissed the back of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as you chuckled. He then moved down the line behind your artery, peppering kisses there, each and every single touch of his lips sending a rather pleasant feeling between your legs.

You slowly leaned your head back against his shoulder as he took your hands in his, making you put the knife down and let him sway you to the wordless tune playing in the background.

He eventually stopped when he reached your collarbones and turned you around to face him: "Mrs. Miller..." Your smile grew at the name: "How're you on this fine evenin'?"

"Just fine, Mr. Miller." You grinned and mimicked his accent. He placed one hand on your waist while the other grabbed your hand. He smelled so wonderful and looked so good–

"Would ya fancy a dance, m'lady?" His teeth showed when his smirk grew wider, your faces were almost touching.

"Ain't you a dandy and a charmer?" You chuckled, your lips brushing against his and chests pressed against each other.

This? This was everything. All of your problems and worries gone even just for a moment or two– you'd do anything for him.

The small dance you two had going on lasted another minute before the track ended softly. Joel finally stopped teasing your lips and pressed a gentle kiss against them, which you returned with more hunger and passion.

"A little dance got you all excited?" Joel chuckled when he pulled back for air, noticing your hands had already unbuttonned his shirt halfway.

"You got me all excited," You beamed at him and dipped your hands under his shirt before reaching the last two buttons, feeling his warm skin under your fingertips and sighing into his chest. "We haven't done it in awhile..."

"Tsk," Joel shook his head with a soft grin, licking his lips as his pupils dilated the longer he thought of the last time you had sex, which was when he came in you for the first time. It had him weak in the knees, and would definitely do it again if you let him. He then softly leaned in and placed a wet kiss on your neck, making you sigh and close your eyes.

His hands placed themselves on your waist as he pushed you against the counter island, lightly marking your neck as he went: "Should'a done this a few days back, would'a marked you red and blue since y'ain't goin' out..."

You quietly moaned as he trapped you in place, lightly pushing your shirt up and massaging your sides as he did. You took the opportunity to place a kiss on his neck in return, hearing him growl softly, so you did it again, and again, and again...

Sex with Joel never ceased to satisfy you: He always managed to get you all giddy and excited like a child given a reward. His movements gained some speed as soon as his hands cupped your breasts, immediately taking your shirt off and kissing your lips hungrily. His arms closed around your waist and back as he moved down to your jaw and neck, biting and licking his way to your shoulders.

"Joel... the food..." Your chuckles mixed with moans the more his beard and lips caressed your skin. At your words, he picked you up and placed you on the counter, hooking his fingers through the waistbands of your shorts.

"I'll be full in a few," He smirked and started kissing down your breasts as he slowly dragged your shorts down your legs. His tongue worked wonders on your nipples while your fingers made their way through his hair, giving him soft hisses and quiet moans whenever he lightly bit on the skin.

Moments later, he was on his knees, caressing and kissing your inner thighs, not pulling back on leaving hickeys where he knew your shorts would cover to spare you the embarrassment; although that didn't keep him from lightly biting on the skin that showed too.

He then spread your legs and started giving tiny licks along your slit, making you slowly lean back onto your elbows, only to suddenly land on your back when he pulled you forwards by your thighs. You gave a brief chuckle as he feasted on your juices like a man who hadn't eaten in weeks.

As soon as you threw your head back, you opened your eyes to an intensifying sizzling sound, gasping when you saw the pan on the stove: "Joel! The food!"

"Oh shit–" He quickly left your wetness and practically threw himself over to the stove. After that was out of the way, you both stood still and giggled briefly. "Why'd you cook this much food?"

"Ellie asked if she could eat with us," You spoke as you got off the counter. "Said she didn't have time to cook for herself, I said sure. She then asked if Jesse could come too– Wait, what time is it?"

"Five twenty."

"Oh, good."

"Why?"

"Because," You gave him a mischievous smirk as you walked over to him and hooked your fingers behind his belt without breaking eye contact, pulling him back to the counter island. "That means we have at least another half hour before they arrive, but we still gotta be qui– Hmph!"

His lips were instantly on yours as he quickly pressed your back against the counter, but you stopped him before he could go down on you: "Nu-uh. I may be the cook–" You grabbed him through his trousers, making his hips jerk forward: "But I gotta eat too."

He made to protest –he's been going on about how you should take it easy and how your pleasure was more important than his (it was funny how he thought his pleasure didn't add to yours)– but you were already sinking to your knees, trapping yourself between his legs and the counter.

"There we go," You cooed as you got rid of his belt. Joel sighed deeply and closed his eyes, putting his hands on the surface above your head and leaning into your touch instinctively.

You were quick to pull him out of his underwear, pumping his cock a few times before giving it a few licks around the tip, to which he hissed quietly.

It was when you decided to take all his length to the back of your throat at one go that his hands shot to your hair: "Jesus– christ, doll!"

You offered a quiet giggle while you played with him in your hand, then slowly and rhythmically you took him in your mouth, but not even a few minutes later, Joel pulled your hair into a ponytail with both hands: "Can't believe I'm sayin' this but, food can wait."

You gave him a surprised look before he gently grabbed your jaw and lightly pressed your cheeks to make you open your mouth wider, then pushed his cock down your throat. Gagging and moaning you grabbed his hips, to which he responded: "A-ah, no hands Dolly."

You were perhaps too quick to drop your hands to your sides, then lace your fingers behind your back to keep yourself from grabbing him. You let him use your mouth for a few minutes: the sounds of wetness and gagging, plus occasional grunts and moans from him was heavenly for the both of you.

"Fuck– Dolly, up," He suddenly pulled out and leaned down to pull you up. He turned you around and gently, but with rushed movements, bent you over the counter a little. He entered you with one precise thrust, making you bend even more. You moaned simultaneously when he did, staying still a little for you to adjust.

He then leaned down over you, framing your body with his. Your bare back pressed against his naked chest, his hands wrapping themselves around your arms –then wrists– as his chin found its place like a puzzle piece in the crook of your neck. You loved it when he covered you like this, loved when he was so desperate, loved when he couldn't help himself and couldn't get enough of your–

"You get me so– shit," He growled as he pulled back and thrusted in again. He began with a steady rhythm, making you moan softly. You felt your eyes roll back when he nibbled at your ear and kissed your neck.

"Fuck– Joel, fuck–" You moaned, the pitch of your voice rising like it did when you began closing in on your orgasm. You both were aware how you were short on time and had to make this into a quickie, a promise of something more when night time fell and you both were alone in your room, hungry for one another like you were now.

"Want me to– to come in you again? Y'think I put a baby in you the last time?" He moaned at the way you squeezed around him, wriggled under his body and cried out at his words. "Don't matter, we can do it again to make sure– just say the words."

"Joel– ah, ah," You gasped when one of his hands left your wrist to draw circles around your clit, making you thrust back to his rhythm. "Fuck, come inside me, please."

"Shit, (Y/N)," He growled low, almost animalistically, into your ear. He placed kisses over your neck, then went up to your jaw and cheek, finally meeting your lips halfway. "Come on, babydoll, put one leg up for me?"

His other hand left your wrist as well when you nodded, helping one leg up to the counter. He proceeded to lean back and up, grab your hips and slam into you as fast and hard as he could, knocking the breath out of you.

"Oh my god!" You cried out, failing to keep up. The skin slapping against skin had long drowned out most of the surrounding sounds, minus your moaning and Joel's growling. "So– so close–"

"This ain't gonna work," He suddenly stopped, murmuring to himself. He put your leg back down, pulled out of you and turned you to face him. The sight of his cock –erect completely, thick and swollen– made you moan quietly. He lifted you up and sat you on the counter once more, spreading your legs. He grabbed your ass and pulled you forward, to the edge, where he thrusted back in.

You grabbed his face and kissed him hungrily, biting on his lower lip, then shoved your tongue into his mouth, moaning all the while.

"Ah," He broke off suddenly and put his forehead on your shoulder as he slammed, and slammed, and slammed...

Until he grabbed you by your thighs, his voice cracking slightly, and finally emptied his seed inside you, biting on your shoulder quite aggressively; you didn't mind, however, as it was the final stroke that threw you off the edge. You held onto his shoulders as you both trembled in the other's arms, panting as if you'd run all the way from the western gate to home.

His hips involuntary jerked forwards, his cock twitching inside you. He held you tightly in his arms as you came down your high, becoming sleepy all of a sudden. Him coming inside you had a wonderful effect on the both of you last time, it was no different this time.

"Shit," You hissed. "That was– that was–"

"Mind blowing?" He chuckled, reminding you of one of your quickies during patrol before you got married.

"That's one way to put it," You grinned back and claimed his lips in a sweet kiss. "You should come inside me more often."

You felt him tense a little: "Yeah, about that, are you su–"

Knock knock: "(Y/N)?" Ellie.

"Shit!" You jumped where you sat. Joel immediately pulled himself out of you and tucked his softening cock back in his jeans as you collected your clothing and ran to the bathroom.

After dinner, your love-making continued in your chambers. The pace slowed, the air became somewhat more sentimental, and tears were shed– both of you trembled in the other's arms, kissing and wiping away at the other's wet cheeks. You laid together: entwined, side by side, eventually parting because of the heat...

Now, you laid alone.

Alone in the house after that too-good-to-be-true week, you felt trapped and not as up to date as you liked to be about the town, so you asked Maria to sign you up for supply runs, extra shifts– whatever you were kept from.

People were more happy to see you than you thought they'd be– and more worried about you than Kiki. "You underestimate the place you hold in the community, (Y/N)." Eugene had told you with a pat to the back when you showed up to your first patrol in near two weeks. Before setting off for your assigned route however, Maria called you over with a half worried, half grave expression.

"Gonna tell you something you're not gonna like, so try to keep calm okay?" She stared right through you, making you gulp and nod: "Kiki wants to–" She sighed halfway when you scoffed quietly. "She said she wanted to talk to you, sort things out. She seemed pretty calm, maybe she made her peace with it."

"Nah," You shook your head. "She's got some folks riled up against me, they're giving me weird looks. Won't believe she's made her peace 'til that stops."

"All the more reason for you to talk. Her group's gonna wait for yours to arrive at the checkpoint. It's a good opportunity."

"... Alright." You exhaled heavily as she gave you an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

Your group was made of just you and Eugene, but Ellie and Jesse asked if they could join. Jesse was already allowed on paired patrols, but Ellie was a matter of debate as Joel still deemed her young– definitely not because he was worried sick over her.

"Ellie..." You made to protest, but your gut told you to let her tag along.

"(Y/N) c'mon, Joel ain't even here," Eugene.

"No, yeah," You blinked, snapping out of your deep thoughts. "I was gonna say yes, sorry. Come on, hurry then."

Once you reached the checkpoint, you asked Eugene to stay back: "What's up, Dolly?"

"Kiki's in there, she says she wants to talk to me," You explained, hands on your hips. "To sort things out– I don't buy it."

"Woah, hold on. She said that to you?"

"To Maria. She says she's made her peace with what I did, but I say otherwise."

"Like hell she did," Eugene agreed. "I heard she's been calling you a–"

"I–" You put your hand up: "–don't wanna hear what that idiot has to say. I see a few people staring at me whenever I go out, some straight out avoid me."

"You want me to–?"

"No– no I'll talk to her, no biggie. This has to end one way or another, but I don't trust her. Be my eyes?"

"Always, (Y/N)," He started walking towards the doors of the checkpoint, but you stopped him.

"Actually, you watch out for Ellie and Jesse. I'll handle this alone."

"(Y/N)–"

"It's okay, she's weak. Squealed to the softest touch when she first came here, remember? She wouldn't try anything."

"But that was when she first came here. Don't underestimate her."

A warning that had fallen on your deaf ears.

As you reached the doors, you saw Ellie and Jesse standing a feet or two from the entrance awkwardly. You took a deep breath and walked through the door with heavy steps and, as soon as you saw her sitting on the couch, you stood across her: "Let's talk," You looked around the room to find it quite small for you to have privacy: "Leave us. Let's finish this."

"Wh–?"

"It's okay, Ellie– Just step outside for a moment, all of you."

Kiki's group, three other people, left the room with your company while giving you dirty looks. You locked eyes with Eugene, seeing him signal you watch, then as he turned around he also signaled you with hand signals. You really were grateful for him.

"Alright," You straightened up: "Let's get to it. I'm done holding back on you, so don't you dare play coy with me and say what you wanna say and get this over with."

"Very well then." She got up and started walking towards you, but you stopped her.

"I can hear you just fine from where you are." You told her not to approach, eyes instinctively scanning your surroundings. She was around 20 feet away from you, the path between you and her were clear of any obstacles –furniture etc– minus the small set of stairs that led up to where you were standing. There was a table behind you that you spied when you first entered the room, otherwise there was nothing near the neither of you.

"Fine. I was here to talk about Ward."

"I guessed that much."

"You do realise what you've done to me, right? You've ruined my life." Her face didn't reflect the words she spoke, not one bit.

"Oh for god's– I know damn well what I did."

"Did you regret it?"

You clenched, then unclenched your jaw: "Why do you wanna know?"

"I wanted to know if I'm talking to a normal person, or a cold blooded murderer."

Your hands were quick to ball up into fists, but you had to keep your cool. Her face and her stance made your shoulders tense even more– despite how she had behaved when you shot Ward, she was quite calm. Let's not jump to conclusions, you told yourself.

You remained quiet and huffed after a moment: "Let me ask you something."

"Ask away." She was ever so slowly inching closer, but you let her.

"Do you regret it? Me, shooting a man who beats you to a pulp, a man who won't–"

"I loved him, of course I do," She scoffed, but there was no love in her voice, just irritation.

"Or was this your plan all along?" You smirked sardonically, trying to keep your anger away from her prying eyes– allowing her to slip up: "You hated him so much, then you saw Joel and me, wanted my place; that it?"

"Clever, very clever," She nodded. "And what better person to kill Ward than you? How is it going between you and Joel, anyway?" She was suddenly too close: "Does he look at you with disgust every time you go to bed, wishing that it was me instead, the poor woman made into a widow by his own wife?"

Your face scrunched up with disgust and fury: "You fucking–"

"I'm right, aren't I?" Her head was tilted forward, giving you one of the most chilling, emotionless smiles you had ever seen.

"No... you're a fucking psychopath, that's what you are," You frowned.

"Ah, you sounded like Ward. Have you also read those psychology books Doctor Katherine had given him?"

Your mind blanked for a moment, but you quickly replied to cover it up: "I was trained to deal with the likes of you."

It was partly true, especially after everything went to shit with the apocalypse and whatnot. You were trained, yes, but you had educated yourself about certain disorders which could help you train and read body language better– you were no expert of course, and you weren't police, or a detective; you didn't deal with people like her up close.

"Likes of me?" She rolled her eyes: "Ugh, you and your husband... In any case, I feel like I can be honest with you now, you're smarter than I imagined."

Eugene was right, you thought: "Decided to be honest, finally? When no one else is around? How brave of you."

"The point wasn't bravery," She looked angrier, but her voice was still quiet. "The point was exactly that– No one will hear this confession but you."

You stared into her eyes, confusion and stress taking over a bit more quicker than you liked, you didn't even realise she was inching closer towards you: "I hated Ward. I didn't love him. He was my means of escape and protection for all those years out there, but I was weak– he was abusive, yes. I was smaller than him in physique and had no training to defend myself, so naturally I was inferior. His love, I assume, was true at one point. Mine never was. And yes, I was aware of how we were the black sheep of the community once we had arrived. I figured, if Tommy, Maria– people who were looked up to, like you, liked us, we'd fit in. I did, more than Ward anyway. And yes, I did want Joel for myself, but I knew it wasn't going to be easy. You– you never really liked me, you had to move out of the picture."

Your stance became defensive as you listened: "Move out of the picture?"

"Joel will move on, eventually, and I'll walk him through his grief. For all of this to work out, you had to die. That's why I am being honest, because I am going to kill you."

You thought you were ready to evade her attack, but not mentally. Her words had made your mind go blank: despite being smaller than you in figure, she threw herself at you, grabbed your hair and slammed your head onto the table behind you. Twice.

"Ah!" You growled and grabbed her wrist in a death grip, however she didn't let out as much as a groan (unlike the first time you had tried something like this with her), even though you felt like her bones were going to crush under your palm. You cursed at yourself for letting her get as close to you as she did, giving her an advantage; your vision was getting blurry from the strikes you suffered.

You growled angrily as you turned your body towards hers again, her hands not letting go of your hair. She had gotten stronger over the time she's been trained in Jackson, but you could still have the upper hand. You landed the hardest kick you could on her stomach. Twice.

"You're not even pregnant, are you?!" You spat when you managed to push her off, but as soon as she backed off, she pulled out a knife and lunged at you again. Before the tip of the knife could pierce your throat, you crossed your arms and blocked her attack, the force bending you backwards across the table.

"I never was, yes," She struggled, voice still stable. "Though telling everyone I miscarried because of your little doing didn't really hurt nobo–"

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"Eugene, what the hell?" Mike, someone in Kiki's group asked as soon as they stepped outside.

The older man didn't reply, sparing an angry look in the younger man's way as he began looking for a window, an opening, anywhere he could keep an eye on you from.

"Whatever, let's hope (Y/N) doesn't kill her too in there," Jennifer, Kiki's neighbour across the street, grumbled.

"What's wrong with you?" Ellie snapped and turned to her. "(Y/N) protected her!"

"I don't think cold blooded murder doesn't really count as protection," She sneered.

"The fuck did you just–" Ellie started walking towards her, but Jesse held her back.

"Ellie calm down," He spoke quietly, then turned to Jessica. "If it weren't for (Y/N), both Kiki and Paul would've died, don't you understand? Ward beat Kiki to her death, then actually tried to—"

"What do you know? You weren't there!" Jessica hissed at him.

"Neither were you," Jesse replied calmly. "(Y/N) isn't a murderer, she's a protector of this town."

"Her history with FEDRA says otherwise," Mike joined in.

"So you're telling me you haven't killed anyone in the past 20 years?" Eugene suddenly walked over to them. "You think you're so innocent in all this, huh? You're as innocent as the rest of us, Mike. We've all done– forced to do some fucked up shit before Jackson, but this what this place's all about; a second chance." He took a few silent deep breaths, before adding: "You don't know what anyone here has gone through before here, so shut your goddamn mouth."

Both Mike and Jennifer fell silent, as well as Jesse and Ellie as the older man death stared Kiki's group. He started walking back to continue looking for an opening too late however– he suddenly heard two loud thuds, followed by a shout, your shout.

"God dammit!" He ran to the door with everyone else behind him and almost kicked down the door when he reached it.

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"Kiki, what the hell?!" Eugene came in  shouting, the door suddenly opening with a loud crash.

"What's the matter, can't handle me on your own?" She hissed at you, but her grip failed at Eugene's entrance. She had failed, and she knew this too, for her face morphed from ambition and triumph to anger and fear. That was your moment.

You directed her hands to your left with your forearms, the knife suddenly giving in and stabbing into the wooden table: "Oh I can handle you just fine!"

You twisted your arms around hers, grabbed her and push kicked her with all your might, sending her flying down the small set of stairs back near the couch she was sitting on previously. Driven by rage, you pulled the knife out of the table and jumped on her with scary speed. Before she could get up, you reached her and straddled her hips, ready to drive the knife through her throat like she had tried to do to you.

"(Y/N) stop!" Eugene yelled before you could, knife holding hand raised high, the other around her lower neck.

"Tell them, go on!" You suddenly yelled, moving your hand onto her throat. "Confess to them like you did to me."

"Get off me." She spoke calmly.

"Speak!" You yelled and shook her where you had grabbed her by the throat.

"(Y/N)..." Eugene, you realised when he entered your line of sight, was pointing a gun at Kiki's head. He kept his distance, his stance almost professional.

"Get off me," She spoke after awhile of silence. "And I'll tell them what I told you."

For whatever stupid reason, you believed her.

You believed, for a second, that she was actually going to make her confession and try to survive this, somehow. Jackson never took to execution as a form of punishment, so she had higher chances of staying alive that way.

Instead, as soon as you lowered your arm and simultaneously pulled your hand away from her throat, she grabbed you by your shirt's collar.

Everything happened so fast.

You gasped and shouted when you felt her teeth sink into the left side of your throat, dangerously close to the artery. Before she could completely bite off your skin, you embedded the knife in your hand to the side of her neck. Twice.

The tension in your body, the fear and anger you felt– everything came out on her neck. You stabbed her neck reflexively and as soon as she let your neck and shoulders go, you stopped, threw her back on the ground and fell on your back.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You grimaced, panting and holding your neck as you backed away from Kiki where you sat. You stopped crawling back when your back hit one of the armchair across the sofa.

The outside voices started to drown out as you pulled your hand away from your neck to see a mix of blood smeared across your hand. Your head hurt so much; the beating of your own heart, the voice ringing in your ear– too much blood–

"(Y/N), christ!" Eugene knelt beside you immediately, followed by Ellie and Jesse. Mike, Jessica and the other person stood, dumbfounded and shocked, as Kiki gave her last breath.

"No, oh god, what did I do?" Tears finally started rolling down your cheeks as you panted, visions of old memories covered in blood flashing under your eyelids making you hyperventilate.

Joel... Where is Joel...

"You protected yourself, (Y/N), it's okay! Breathe!" Eugene ran a hand through his hair, then held you by the shoulders hesitantly.

"(Y/N)," Ellie spoke worriedly: "(Y/N), you're okay– it's okay."

You put your hands on your ears in an attempt to drown out the noises, tried opening your eyes but the images weren't going away: "I can't– can't breathe," You held onto Eugene's arms. "You're– Is she–?"

Your question died on your tongue when he pulled you into a hug, putting your chin on his shoulder, then turned to the side so you didn't see Kiki's now lifeless body: "(Y/N), we need to get you to Katherine, you're bleeding."

"She was trying to stab her?" Katherine.

"Yeah, then she said she was gonna confess something she had confessed to (Y/N), but bit her nearly in the damn artery instead." Eugene.

"And whose bright idea was it to let 'em talk alone?" Tommy.

"Mine," You weakly replied as you slowly opened your eyes.

"Jesus christ, (Y/N)," Tommy sighed, relieved, and sat to your right. You were back in the hospital, where Doctor Katherine, Eugene and Tommy had been waiting for you to wake up.

"We should put my name up outside," You said stiffly, in an attempt to make a joke. "Seems like I won't stop waking up in this room."

Katherine was sat to your left– she put a hand against your forehead, then the back of it: "I got a fever?"

"You had a mild fever while I was operating–"

"Woah, hold on– operating?" You sat up, holding your neck to find it patched up. "Was it that bad?"

"She almost tore out the meat, that crazy–" Eugene spoke, but huffed with frustration halfway.

"I don't wanna rush you," Tommy put a hand on your shoulder and gave you a worried look. "But I need you to tell me what happened."

You and Eugene exchanged a worrisome look: "Just back there, or right from the beginning?"

"Everything," Tommy said after awhile. You gave Katherine a hesitating look, which she didn't notice, but sighed and began telling everything: from the dirty looks you got, to the symbolism of flowers and the night before Ward's death; then how some townspeople were riled up against you, and finally how she confessed to everything and attacked you, ultimately resulting in her death. Tommy went a little pale throughout, especially when you told him of her confession– Same with Eugene. Katherine looked devastated.

"Some folk ain't gonna believe this," Tommy said with an apologetic look on his face.

"Well, fuck 'em– I believe her." Eugene shook his head from where he was leaning against the windowsill. You offered a brief smile.

"I believe you too, but it just sounds too absurd, no offence," Tommy said, scratching his beard. "A damn maniac and his psycho wife... Then this whole– confession?"

You just sighed and looked down, where you had been playing with your fingernails and tips nervously: "To be frank, I don't owe anyone in this town a goddamn thing, except for maybe Katherine here. I'm not gonna try and convince a bunch of people, who have no place in my business, that I'm right or whatever. I did what I had to– and I have you all, so..."

Katherine took your hand in hers, giving it a soft squeeze: "That you do. We got you (Y/N), you're safe."

You gave them all half a smile, struggling not to cry but you managed to keep your tears to yourself. Tommy smiled, tsked and put his hands on his hips: "Well, now I'm worried about how Joel's goin' to react."

"React to what?" Came a tired voice from the door, the voice of your husband who was supposed to be away at a run.

"Joel?" Tommy's shocked tone mixed with yours, which was laced with both relief and disbelief.

"Tony got injured before we could make it out the county, Earl and I had to bring him back," He said from the door, slowly walking in and taking Katherine's place by your side: "Ran into Daisy, said my lovely wife managed to land herself here again."

He put his hand through your hair and combed it back, giving you a solemn yet soft look, then kissed your forehead and kept his lips pressed there for a few seconds. He then pulled back and gently looked at your neck: "What happened?"

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[soe-leo]

Me: What if Yasmetri breaks up in season four? (Wishful thinking for binary Bfs lmao) people in the comments of the livestream: I WILL STOP WATCHING IF THAT HAPPENS THEYRE ADORABLE TOGETHER!!!!! Me: -_-. Jk, ship what you want, I just didn’t know they were THAT popular bc here on Tumblr I see lots of hate for them as a ship (I don’t like em as a ship bc BINARY BFSSSSSS)- Cherry

Apparently a lot of the conservative/cishet male/very young female audience LOVES them because it's the whole nerd-gets-the-hot-girl trope. Look, y'all can ship whatever you want, but I am about to be very anti Yasmetri so PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

I'm so tired of this stupid trope where the twerpy brunette nerd objectifies some skinny mega hot blonde white chick who hates him and then by the end of it he's "won her over" with his awkwardness and ~intellectual superiority~. SO TIRED. Yasmine has been nothing but an awful person to both Demetri and his literal best friend, but just because she's hot, Demetri goes on about how he'd ditch Eli for her in a second. In my opinion, there's no way he actually means that, but the fact that he jokes about it proves he's literally obsessed with her even though she has no redeeming qualities. It's okay to find someone attractive, but if that's the only thing he likes about Yasmine (her bitchiness isn't even charming...it's just bitchy) then maybe he should rethink the whole "im def in love with her" thing.

And there is such a clear difference between Hawk's redemption and Yasmine's. Hawk visibly goes through a battle within himself, constantly questioning if he's doing the right thing because deep down he knows he's not, and in the end he comes back to Demetri with a genuine apology and the unspoken promise that he will always come back, no matter what tries to get in between them.

Yasmine, on the other hand, showed no remorse for the majority of the show, even in the beginning of season 3. She still doesn't seem to feel that bad about anything she did, since she can't be bothered to apologize to anyone and still insists that she's disgusted by Demetri at the end of s3. PLUS, she only tries to "make things right" (eye roll) with Demetri after experiencing firsthand the pain and humiliation she caused other people on a regular basis. Hawk saw how his actions were hurting people, and even though it served NO BENEFIT TO HIMSELF, he apologized and changed. Yasmine just wants to fix things for herself.

That's not even to mention Demetri's whole part in this. Jesus Christ. Whether he realizes it or not, literally the only reason he's with Yasmine is to prove a point both to himself and to the rest of the school. For his entire adolescent life, he's been told that he's nerdy and weird and he'll never get a hot girl and whatnot, so now that she's said, like, two decent things to him, he's thinking Holy fuck I'm the king of the world, look at me, Demetri the nerd, Demetri the weird, Demetri the awkward, Demetri the annoying. Look at me. I have a hot chick's mouth smashed against mine. It's not like he's insecure about his weirdness by any means (at least not in the same way Hawk was), but now he finally gets to show people that he should have no reason to be insecure. 'cause he's awesome. 'cause the girl he's hooking up with is hot.

All in all, until Aisha comes back and Yasmine profusely apologizes for everything she's done, I'm not going to respect her in the slightest. Even then, she might just apologize because she's embarrassed about the whole front-wedgie thing. I'm just exhausted by old dudes trying to live vicariously through teenagers on TV because they're bitter that their high school crush didn't like them back.

I sincerely hope the writers are just extremely big-brained and are using Yasmetri as an opportunity for both of them to grow: Demetri realizes he deserves to date someone far better than her, and Yasmine realizes that she can't just skate by without acknowledging that she fucked up a lot in the past. Or, like I said in a previous post, I would not be mad if they legitimately just "forgot" about Yasmine's plot and never mentioned her again.

#hey cherry!! #also the purple isn't random #wink wink #not tagging yas cuz people in that tag will get mad at me #anti yasmetri #cobra kai #demetri cobra kai #hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz #soleo ck tag

[toutallyahoe]

Hey, it me, a dumb sleeby bitch. I know you're not taking requests. So I'm gonna leave this at your doorstep and if you ever want to do it, go for it. No pressure. But pls if you ever have time and motivation, could you give me some cute sleepy headcanons for any of our very good cowboys? Thanks in advance and I love you and everything you do. You're amazing.

i would literally write a fucking book for you-- i have told you this so many already asdfghjkl

but ya want some of the good boahs and some cute sleepy headcanons? BOI I AM IN!

also, before i continue-- CALL YERSELF DUMB BITCH AGAIN AND I WILL gently KICK YER ASS and hug you to death because ya ain't dumb or else i am more dumber than a fucking rock you sweet, talented smort, beautiful fecker!

AND ANOTHER THING !!! *sobs* HOW CAN YE DO THIS TO ME?!? SHOOTING ME WITH A SURPRISE COMPLIMENT-- ACK ME HEART! I FEEL M U S H ASDFGHJKKLXNBSOHD

okay, i calmed down now... onto the headcanons! btw, multiple characters because ya didn't specify who you want in this headcanon and because i knew yer beautiful ass would like more than one boah

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Arthur Morgan

• first off, best boah right here

• second off, this bitch won't admit he is sleepy even if his life depends on it

• is it pride???

• probably...

• definitely

• i dont know, i see Arthur as one to not really say anything he feels because he doesn't want to be a bother or thinks he'll be a dead weight

• because life as an outlaw? it ain't really the best life

• so, when there are jobs that takes a few days and he volunteers to take watch, Arthur won't admit he is tired and would continue on be on guard no matter how many times he is asked to get his ass some rest

• it'll be a pain in the ass if you aren't patient enough or very worried about him

• because knowing Arthur, he'll just suck it up

• so, if he is sleepy, his [Name] is on his ass immediately

• "you need rest"

• "don't need nothin"

• he IS stubborn as fuck

• and also incredibly more sassier when he is sleepy

• it honestly sometimes annoy [Name]

• "Arthur, you look like you're goin to pass out-- jesus christ! just rest already!"

• Arthur is too stubborn for his own good

• and it sometimes lead to some arguments really

• but [Name] will be the first to give up when he just sees Arthur and sighs

• [Name] will sit by his side and just talk about stuff

• trying to make Arthur relax and at ease

• he'll be sassy at first but will ease up and comment genuinely

• Arthur will then unconsciously place his head on his [Name]'s shoulder as the [Hair color] haired man's voice drowns his thoughts with stories of the past (either his or [Name]'s past)

• before you know it, Arthur "sleep is for the dead" Morgan is fucking asleep

• [Name] notices how quiet Arthur and will turn his head to see the outlaw asleep

• [Name] just smiles at Arthur and place his head on Arthur's and let a content sigh as he close his eyes

• they'll be fine sleeping for a bit

John Marston

• best greasy dumbass raccoon looking ass bitch

• but-- ahem

• like Arthur, John will be stubborn at first

• it's pride and John doesn't want to get babied really

• he already gets that enough from the rest of the gang since he is a real life predatory bait and gets mauled by a lot of animals

• honestly, this man has the shittiest luck

• but also lucky in some way...?

• but yeah... ANYWAYS

• when John gets tired, he is functioning with no braincells (like he doesn't already)

• [Name] is honestly tired with it

• just fucking glaring the shit outta that greasy raccoon boi

• then maybe...just maybe, you can get him to rest his greasy ass

• John will be a bit of a whiny bitch to be honest

• like, he'll whine he ain't sleepy

• but as if it was on cue, he'll yawn

• John looking a bit embarrassed and [Name] looking at him with that "really?" look

• [Name] ain't dealing with yer bullshit raccoon boi

• i can definitely see [Name] restraining John from running away and carry the guy to his tent and slam his in the cot and glare and order John to stay and sleep like a damn dog

• John would be honestly pissed because DAMN IT [NAME]! YA HAVE TO DO THAT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE?!? ARTHUR AND SEAN AIN'T GOING TO LIVE THIS DOWN (because those two are bastards... lovable bastards though asdfgghjkl)

• but also turned on but pfft-- he won't admit that

• but yeah, [Name] just sitting on the side of his bed and will not leave until he makes sure John rest

• "you ain't leavin, are you?"

• "i aint leavin till i see yer ass sleep, Marston"

• yikes, getting called his by his last name? usually his [Name] does that when he is annoyed or angry at time

• that when John know he ain't getting out of this

• "aight... fine! i'll sleep! happy?"

• "very"

• to be honest, John feels happy when [Name] does that

• it's because this is how his [Name]'s care for him and it is sweet

• a bit annoying but sweet

• John sleeps and [Name] softly sighs and place a soft kiss on John's forehead and leaves the tent to do his work

Leonard "Lenny" Summers

• pure child

• pure child who can never do anything wrong

• just, this fucking boah is pure child who can never do anything wrong and y'all can fight me is ya say he aint

• ANYWAYS

• Lenny is adorable when he is sleepy

• just utterly adorable as fuck and his [Name] just smiles at how cute he is

• like, Lenny is reading a book under a tree and the day was just a lovely day despite it being so fucking boring

• Lenny planned to read but as the calm breeze pass by him, it didn't take long for Lenny to be yawning and his eyelids dropping but the young man is trying so hard to fight the sleep off and stay awake

• honestly, [Name] saw Lenny sleepy but being too stubborn to admit defeat with sleep will try to stay awake

• [Name] is just amused by it and found it adorable

• always adorable with Lenny

• but anyways, Lenny would be one of the submissive out of everyone if you ask him to go to sleep when he is tired

• will literally not fight back on it because his mind shuts down from the sleepiness

• honestly? will act like a baby

• because he is a baby and [Name] loves him so much and spoils him

• "come on Lenny, let's get ya to yer cot"

• "hmmm, [Name]? can you carry me there... please?"

• just adorable akdbjqjdjsjfjjsjd

• me baby

• aNYWAYS

• Lenny is just a good boah

• like, he gives up rather quickly because he knew his [Name] is looking out for him and besides, if he says yes? he gets cuddles

• so yeah, that's good for him

• Lenny gets warm cuddles and sleeps well in the arms of his [Name] who holds him very close and just being soft boahs

Sean MacGuire

• loud and dumb irish bastard who stole me heart

• i adore him asdfghjkl

• but ON TO THE HEADCANONS

• Sean is a whiny loud ass bitch when he is sleepy

• he acts like he seems drunk

• and it is both hilarious and tiresome for [Name] because he is the one dealing with this shit

• i can see Sean just clinging to his [Name] and yelling on the top of his lungs on how tired he was

• and his [Name] rubbing his temple and tell Sean to get to bed then

• "[Name]! there ye are ye beautiful fecker! i have been looking all over fer ye"

• "and why is that?"

• "i'm sleepyyy"

• "then rest Sean"

• "but i dont want to!"

• honestly acts like a kid

• a loud ass bratty kid...

• it's not even cute

• kinda

• okay, [Name] finds it adorable but he ain't telling no one shit because he already suffers from a sleepy Sean who acts like a drunk toddler

• he doesn't want to deal with everyone teasing him on being soft with his drunk toddler lover

• but yeah

• like John, i can definitely see [Name] try to restrain this dumb bastard

• probably had to hoagtie Sean if i had to be honest

• which may or may not have the sleepy minded Sean blurt out something that made [Name] exasperatedly sigh and a bit flustered

• because-- goD DAMN IT SEAN! stop being a thirsting bastard for a bit and get some sleep?!?

• "Sean, keep this up and I'm goin to hoagtie you..."

• "that's a bit kinky [Name]-- but yer boy is always happy to please ye--"

• "oh my lords-- Sean!"

Charles Smith

• stronk hunt boah

• he is just so beautiful-- im gonna cry asdfgghjkl

• bUT ANYWAYS

• Charles won't admit it outloud when he is sleepy

• he is usually reserved and quiet anyways so his [Name] has to pick up some signals when Charles is sleepy

• but Charles won't be so stubborn about it though

• like, he is kinda like Lenny, a bit submissive and giving in on his [Name]'s words if the man tells him to sleep

• well, if [Name] finds out he is sleepy that is

• when this boah is sleepy, he usually sits in a somewhere in a shade and looks at the sky

• preferably under a tree and away from camp for a bit because honestly, the camp is just too noisy at times

• so yeah

• [Name] will notice him not doing anything and just cloud watching and will sit by him

• Charles would send him a small smile and a nod

• the two would just be quiet and after sometime, Charles would lay his head on [Name]'s lap as the [Hair color] haired man braids his hair and then undoing it again, repeatedly doing the action for a bit

• it honestly soothes Charles a lot

• just his [Name] playing with his hair which he is the only who can

• it was nice and with him already be sleepy, Charles would be lull to sleep

• and with that, Cahrles is softly snoring in his [Name]'s lap as the [Hair color] haired man undoes the braid again and then look at Charles' sleeping face fondly then look at the view in front of him with a gentle smile

• it doesn't take long for [Name] to sleep too with that

Javier Escuella

• a man after me own heart

• honestly, this man is just gorgeous asdfghjkl

• BUT BACK TO HEADCANONS

• Javier would probably be the only one who ACTUALLY goes to his tent and sleep in his cot

• maybe drag [Name] there because the mexican just want a nice cuddle you know?

• honestly, sleepy Javier is adorable to his [Name]

• Javier's mind just shuts down and he forgets how to speak in english and mumbles in spanish until he falls asleep

• i can also see Javier being one to plop himself down on his [Name]'s lap when the guy is sitting somewhere (below a tree or on a seat) because when is sleepy-- he loses his braincells and all functioning

• Javier just searches for his [Name] and throws himself because one, his boah can carry him alright anyways and two, he just loves too

• his [Name] is honestly amused because Javier won't be like this when he is functioning well

• well, not all the time

• but yeah

• [Name] thinks it's cute and will hug his lover

#ask #2 #CN is literally the only who gets immunity to request whatever the fuck they want because i adore them to the moon and back #along with nyan #i will spoil my babies with whatever the fuck they want #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 headcanons #red dead redemption 2 headcanons #arthur morgan #javier escuelle #john marston #charles smith #lenny summers #arthur morgan x male reader #javier escuella x male reader #john marston x male reader #charles smith x male reader #lenny summers x male reader #rdr2 x male reader #red dead redemption 2 x male reader #male reader insert #male reader #fluff #sleepy headcanons #van der linde gang #top male reader #dom male reader

[artificialqueens]

I've loved you for all of my life  (Crystal/Gigi) - Brianna

summary: gigi goode and crystal methyd broke up. sure, they still live together, but they are over each other. or, at least they think so.

a/n: ahh yes another angsty crygi fic but at least this has a happy ending (it’s also a two-parter!!!) please please please! listen to this song! it’s night shift by lucy dacus and it hurts like a bitch! and then the second song is more by halsey!!!!! love y'all!

–

Crystal stared into the night sky as she walked home with her date, Jan, and unintentionally paid no attention to the story the blonde was telling her about how she used to think people lived in the television until she was nine. There was just so much on the girl’s mind and she couldn’t help but lose her attention on Jan. Crystal felt bad. For as good of a person Jan was, and how much she could recognize the caring and loyalty in her irises, Crystal’s eyes didn’t hold a speck of anything. Not even desperateness. They were just brown orbs filled with pain-riddled memories and silent regrets.

Crystal soon recognizes her apartment’s front garden and slows her pace down. “This is my stop,” she speaks, her feet halting to a stop on the melted gum-covered and dirt sprinkled concrete sidewalk. She finally turns around to face Jan. who was standing behind her. Was she to kiss her? Yes, it was the first date, but Crystal feels an underlying urge- no, force to press her lips against the blonde’s own. It wouldn’t hurt if she gave her a quick peck, wouldn’t it? Her heart wouldn’t be ripped out of her chest, that’s for sure. “Thanks for the date, I really enjoyed it.”

“No problem, I really enjoyed it too!” Jan’s face is adorned with a bright smile, perhaps not one bit duller than any star in the sky. It’s a nice smile. One that someone would be lucky to wake up to every morning. Jan inched towards the blue-haired woman until their oxygen was shared in a certain capacity.

“I’d love to do this again, Gigi…” and Crystal presses her lips against Jan’s. Suddenly, she’s aware of what she said, and erupts coughing and struggling to breathe, Jan’s eyebrows raise in surprise, and she quickly pats Crystal’s back, helping her recover quicker. Crystal’s coughs die down, and the tension in the night sky expands wider than the surface of the Earth. Jan’s name is Jan, not Gigi. Crystal’s mouth curves into a frown, and tears brim her eyes. Jan probably hated her. “Shit, I’m so sorry, Jan,”

“Hey, no, it’s fine, you’re all good! I promise…” Jan sees Crystal’s embarrassed expression. She then notices the tears pooling in her eyes. “Want to talk about it?”

Crystal scoffs in disbelief. “Really? After that?”

Jan nods. “Yeah. It seems like you just need someone to talk to, and thank god I’m here.” It was unbelievable that Jan reacted this way. Most people would just be mad and leave, but Jan stayed and saw beneath the mock-confidant exterior Crystal had on. She was even more perfect.

Crystal nods slowly and they walk up the front steps, Crystal retrieving her keys from her bag and opening the front door. “Would you like something to drink?” She asks, walking through the door. “A glass of-” Her eyes suddenly fix upon the dirty-blonde haired girl sitting on the couch, drinking a glass of wine. “-Water…” The girl on the couch turns her head to face Crystal and Jan and her eyes widen, realizing that the other blonde girl must have been Crystal’s date. “What are you… What are you doing here? I, uh, I thought you had the night shift?” Crystal questions.

“Is this your roommate?” Jan asks. The wine-drinking girl gets up from off the couch and walks to Jan, holding her hand out.

“I’m Gigi.” Jan’s eyes widen in shock, clearly taken aback by the fact that this girl, standing in front of her, was the girl whose name was muttered by Crystal’s lips outside. “And yeah, I’m her roommate. Oh, and ex.” Crystal’s eyes send a glare to Gigi who looks pleased by the fact that she might be intimidating Jan.

Crystal is quick to speak up before Gigi says anything else. “We’re both tight on money, that’s why we’re still in the same house.” Jan nods slowly until her phone begins to ring.

“Hello?” she answers. The two exes are staring at each other and the air is thick with tension. “What? Wait, wait, Jaida, slow the fuck down!” The line erupts with laughter and amusement, and from what Crystal can make out, someone has accidentally set their jacket on fire, and maybe their kitchen. “Oh my god. Ok, uh, I’ll be right there, just uh, make sure Heidi doesn’t do anything at all until I get there. Ok? Alright, bye.” She quickly hangs up and turns to Crystal with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, I have to run-”

“It’s ok, go save your home from being burnt down,” Crystal says, and Jan sends a smile to her before exiting the apartment. Crystal steps outside and waves her off. “Text me!” she shouts. She might as well make a friend out of the girl.

“I sure will!” Crystal heads back inside, approaching Gigi.

“Oh, Crystal! Text me! Let’s make out! I love you, Crystal! God, she’s annoying,” Gigi groans.

Crystal walks to the kitchen and pours herself a glass of water. “Y'know, can you not be inconsiderate for one moment?” Gigi rolls her eyes. “Let me live my goddamn life, without intervening in it! I already have to live with you.”

Gigi scoffs. “And so do I!” she retaliates. She stands there with her arms wrapped around herself in her pink sweatshirt, donning some sweats and bunny slippers. The blonde thinks for a moment, and then leaves the kitchen to go out into the living room. Crystal’s looking at an update from Jan on the whole fire situation when Gigi enters the kitchen again. She holds her car keys out in front of her, jingling them to get the attention of the blue-haired girl. Crystal’s eyes shoot up. “C'mon,” Gigi says flatly. “Let’s get something to eat.”

“But it’s 1 am?”

“Get your ass moving, Miss Methyd.”

The purple-hued lights inside the diner added a touch of comfort in this current situation. Crystal is dipping her fries in some ranch as Gigi gobbles down a cheeseburger. Neither of them is saying what they want to say. It’s like there’s an unmovable barricade in their line of communication. The muted conversation is tearing away at them, as if confrontation is of their utmost importance yet they wrap duct tape around their mouths. Blank stares and slightly raised brows don’t help at all. But maybe a waitress does.

Nicky approaches the two just before she leaves for the night. “Oh my goodness, look who it is!” She exclaims. Gigi and Crystal look at each other and then give awkward smiles to the French waitress, trying to mask the uncomfort. “I haven’t seen the two of you in a long while!”

“Hi, Nicky…” says Crystal, uninterested in conversation with the brunette.

“Hey, Nicky,” follows Gigi.

“How are you two? You doing good?” She asks. All that was on Gigi’s mind was: God, can she just leave?

“Uh, we’re doing good, Nicky. Just chilling.” Crystal hopes her words are enough to reassure Nicky that they’re fine, and enough to make her leave. And to her enjoyment, they are. She bids her goodbyes and a minute later she’s out the door. It’s a huge wave of relief for the two girls because they didn’t think Nicky knew they had broken up.

Oh, yeah. That’s why they were here.

“How was your date?” Gigi is the first to make conversation, surprisingly.

Crystal takes a sip of her lemon water. “It was fine. But it’s kind of surprising you’re asking me this, G. I never ask you about girls you’ve brought home.”

Gigi sighs. “It was only one girl, Crystal. And you and I aren’t dating, so I don’t know why you’re mentioning it."

Crystal knew why she was mentioning it. Ever since their breakup, Crystal had been working hard on regaining her self-worth as quickly as she could, but she couldn’t help but think of another girl in Gigi’s bed that wasn’t her. It was wrong. She was supposed to be over the blonde. Were her feelings just of anger? Were they even valid? She still cares about Gigi. So much. But she can’t let her thoughts cross the line. She wasn’t dragged here to sit and watch Gigi stare at her feet. What was the plan? Absolve her guilt and shake hands? Returning home pretending as if nothing happened? She really didn’t feel any need to forgive Gigi, but she might as well considering how much she’ll see of her. Crystal hates tension. She always has. It clouds her brain like smoke from a huge fire, and it lingers for so long.

The two of them spoke no more and finished the rest of their food. They left a tip and then headed out to the car. Gigi twisted the keys into ignition only to see that the gas tank was empty.

"Shit,” she breathed out.

Crystal furrowed her brows. “What is it?” She leaned over to see what Gigi was looking at. “Jesus fucking Christ, Gianna! How the hell are we getting home?”

“Calm down, it’s only a 20-minute walk from here,” she suggested, but Crystal shook her head furiously. “Well, if you aren’t walking, call someone.”

“As a matter of fact, I will.” The blue-haired girl pulled out her phone, only to see it was fucking dead. She slowly placed it back on her lap. “Or, maybe I won’t.” Gigi cackled in the driver’s seat. “Oh, fuck you.”

“You already have.”

#rpdr fanfiction #brianna #crystal methyd #gigi goode #crygi #angst #song fic #s12 #based on night shift by lucy dacus #and also more by halsey #because guess what #it's #angst with a happy ending #diner at 3 am #unresolved tension #living with your ex #ive loved you for all of my life

[zanybohbot]

The Outsiders: Camp Squit

The Outsiders: Camp Squit (Episode 4)

Published: 10-19-19 - Updated: 10-21-19

Squit planned an idea of what's happening in this weekend as he planned to go camping with Pinky, Brain, Pesto and Wakko. Will the others ruin it for him? Will it cause cringy chaos? Read what happens and find out. This is the 4th fanfiction episode of The Outsiders.

Part 1: The Arrival

(Brain is driving in the woods with Squit, Pinky, Pesto and Wakko for their camping trip.)

Squit: As we're near, I thought I'd run through the itinerary for this weekend.

Wakko: What's an itinerary?

Pesto: (annoyed) Squit's way of taking the piss outta everything?

Squit: No, it's just a schedule of what we'll do and when we'll do it.

Pinky: Okay, item one, get your shit off my side of the car! (pushes Squit's suitcase)

Squit: It's not shit. It's essentials for everyone to make the trip more enjoyable!

Pinky: Oh, really? (Gets out Monopoly from Squit's suitcase) Monopoly?! Y'fuckin' serious?! This is tha most shitty-ass game you've ever bought! Look. All we need is beer and weed and I've got plenty of both.

Squit: Why have you brought a load of weed?

Pinky: In case I get lucky and stoned.

Squit: But we're camping by a lake near a woods.

Pinky: Listen, all these country bitches love some big city diugh.

Squit: You're not from the big city!

Pinky: Well growing up in da hood counts as a city to them!

Brain: (frustrated) Pesto, look at the map, please! Where is it?!

Pesto (checks phone) Uhhh...I dunno. It's around here somewhere. Th-the next left or something.

Brain: (sarcastically) And that's what Google Maps says, "The next left or something"?

Pesto: Sorry, dude, I'm running outta brain juice. What if I have to literally give birth with the babe from Walmart I had sex with? Can you imagine how fuckin' disgusting that'll be, watching that baby getting squeezed outta her ass?

Squit: Okay, I've got some news, Pesto. Do ya...

Pesto: Oh, here we are, B. Turn left.

(Brain turns left to the nearest forest.)

Brain: Oh, Jesus Christ, it stinks. Is it near a pig farm, Pesto?

Pesto: Sorry, that was me. It just slipped out.

(they all gag and moan by the smell)

Pinky: What?! (holds nose)

Brain: Ugh! I can't believe that's the smell of your ass!

Squit: I think I'm gonna throw up!

Wakko: I can fucking see it! It's like a brown mist!

(Squit N/R: Despite Pesto's anxious bowels burning our eyes and choking our lungs, we made it to the forest. I'd researched this place online and it certainly delivered. Secluded. Remote. Beautiful.)

(All 5 were standing in the forest.)

Pesto: So...where do we shit?

Squit: What?

Pesto: When we need to shit, where do we shit?

Pinky: Hang on, he's right. Where are we gonna shit?

Squit: Well, usually, you'd place a trench at least.

Pesto: Well, what trench, smart-ass?!

Squit: The toilet trench.

Wakko: Where you place the public bathrooms?

Squit: No, it's where you DO a public bathroom.

Pesto: (whacks Squit in the head) Fuck you, I'm not shittin' in a trench! Dafuq's the matter with ya?!

Pinky: Dude, you're fuckin' high.

Brain: I'm not going near a hole filled with your shit!

Squit: (rubbing his head) No. We each get our own trench. That's what I'm sayin'.

Brain: (sarcastically) Oh, OK. Yeah 'coz that makes sense!

Wakko: We're camping surrounded by shit?

Pinky: No! No-one's shittin' in a trench! That's disgustin', I'm not gonna do it! We'll have to drive to tha bar or a convenience store or something.

Pesto: Shit there?

Pinky: Shit there.

Wakko: Good idea.

Brain: Agreed.

Pinky: Then, that's decided, write that down, Squit, item two.

Squit: Could do. Or you could remember to shit in the bar when we're there anyways?! Now, c'mon. Let's get this tent up.

Pesto: I need to go now, tho.

Squit: What? Just hold it in!

Pesto: I can't, I get emotional.

Squit: We only just got here, Pesto! Camp first, shit second!

Pesto: I don't think I can, I'm honestly gettin' teary here, it feels like it's trying to push its way back up into my stomach!

Wakko: Great. I need one now, too.

Brain: What about that gas station we've just past?

Pesto: (panicking, holding his ass) Oh, God, the snake's out the cave!

Squit: Fine. Everyone, back in the car.

(They got back in the car and drove to the nearest gas station.)

(Squit N/R: So our camping trip was shortly delayed while Pesto left what he described as "King Kong's finger" in the Welcome Break bathrooms. Pesto genuinely felt better about life after unloading a massive turd. And now the car was unloaded, so did I.)

(Back at the forest.)

Squit: First need to clear the ground, make sure the site is safe and then put up our tent.

Pinky: Fuck dat, let's just crack open the beers and build a fuckin' massive fire up in this bitch!

Squit: You can't just build a fire. It takes preparation. I mean, have we even asked the landowner's permission?

Brain: (frustrated) Squit, c'mon! I didn't come here for a refresher course in the Countryside Code. I just wanna get pissed and have fun. Otherwise, I won't be able to do any of this in Wales.

Pinky: What, 'coz there's no fields?

Brain: No, 'coz I won't have any friends of my kind.

Pinky: You won't need friends. Welsh hoes are totally horny.

Brain: Are they?

Pinky: Yeah. Pretty much all British porn stars are Welsh, even though they are popular here in America. Most of them don't even get paid, they just do it for dick.

Brain: (sarcastically) Oh, OK, made-up sluts. Now I'm glad I'm going to Swansea. Oh, fucking hell, Swansea! I have to see my grandpa for a WHOLE WEEK in Swansea!

Squit: Fine, Brain, look if you really want, I'll build you a fire. Y'all put the tent up, I'll go and find some suitable wood and kindling.

Wakko: All right, Akela. HA!

Squit: But remember, fire is an element, it must be respected.

(He leaves to find some wood.)

(Squit N/R: Camping's all about self-reliance and teamwork. And I knew I could rely on myself to create the perfect camp and my team fucking it all up.)

(When he came back, he saw his stuff from his suitcase being burnt down with fire as his suitcase was open, it causes him to have a panic attack and drops all of the wood he just found.)

Squit: WHAT...THE...FUCK HAVE YA DONE!?

Pinky: Y'okay, Squit?

Wakko: (tried to hand Squit a cooked sausage) Want a sausage?

Pesto: Calm down. I just got it going and I didn't even need a fire gay's badge.

Pinky: Nah, just some diesel.

Squit: You put diesel on it? Wait a minute. Is that my fold-out table on the fire? (gasp) And my picnic basket?!

Pinky: I thought you said look for stuff to burn.

Squit: (getting angry) Wood, burn fucking wood, not my stuff! Oh, for Christ's sake! Why would ya do that?!

Pesto: Look, someone had to take charge of this weekend or it's gonna be all Monopoly and shitting in trenches!

Brain: Look, come on, sit down, have some weed, have a beer, have a sausage. Just chill.

Squit: I'll chill when y'all stop burning up my fuckin' valuable possessions to dust!

Pinky: (teasing) Oh, but I thought they were for "everyone"?

Squit: Yes, for everyone to use, not to burn up with! God.

(Wakko saw the fire going down so he puts Squit's fold-out chair on top of it.)

Squit: What the hell are you doing now?!

Wakko: Fire's going down.

Squit: (getting furious) STOP...BURNING...MY...THINGS!

Wakko: (angrily) Sorry, I forgot. (flips his chair off the fire) Jeez!

(Squit N/R: We were barely an hour from home, but somehow that meant that burning my possessions was not only OK, but hilarious.)

Part 2: R.I.P. Brain's Shitty Car

(Squit was sitting down still looking pissed off because of what happened earlier.)

Brain: Oh, come on, we're sorry. It was just a joke.

Wakko: We'll do whatever you want to cheer you up.

Pinky: Anything you like.

Squit: (smiled) Game of Monopoly?

(The others moan about this)

Pinky: Oh, fuck off!

Pesto: Boooooooooooooo! Y'suck!

Brain: Apart from that.

Pinky: Look, if you wanna play a game, I've got a proper game, not a shitty one, especially Monopoly. Though thinking about it, y'all might be too pussy to play.

Wakko: It's not that game that you used to play with your weird neighbour in his shed, is it?

Pinky: (looks nervous) Well, that never happened.

Wakko: Yeah, you told me about 8 years ago. Just after he moved away.

Pinky: No, I never. Shut up, dumbass!

(Wakko looks confused)

Pinky: OK, to start with, y'all have to swap phones. Squit, you swap with mine. Brain, I'll swap with your phone. Wakko and Pesto can swap each others and Pesto can swap with Squit.

(They all swap phones.)

Brain: Okay...now what?

Pinky: Now you text someone in their phone book. So when you text someone, they'll think it's from him.

Wakko: So does that mean I have to write it all posh and like all hurdy wurdy durdy?

Pinky: Nope. The only rule is you can write whatever you like and no-one can stop you.

Squit: I just wanna say, for the record, there's no way anything good can come outta this.

Pinky: Whatever. Ready? Go.

(They all text.)

Pinky: I've only got five numbers in my phone, and four of them are four of y'all, so do ya worst.

Pesto: Well, as long as one of the others is Squit's mama, you're still in trouble.

Squit: (looking disgusted) Pesto, come on, that's too much.

Pinky: Sorry, it's literally the point of the game, y'know.

Squit: Awww...fuck. Fine!

Pinky: Right, homies, finished?

Wakko: (finished texting) That's it, send 'em.

Pinky: Good, now swap back.

(They swapped back their phones.)

Pinky: Good, so I wrote, from Brain's phone to Billie, "Bills, I love you from the bottom of my ding-a-ling. The thought of leaving you is making me cum." (laughs)

Brain: (embarrassed) Oh, god.

Pinky: "And I'm using those tears as lube to jerk myself off with."

Brain: (sarcastically/disgusted) Gee, thanks, Pinky.

Squit: Don't worry, B, I texted Pinky's dad and wrote, "Dad, I'm just thinking about you."

Pinky: (whispered) Hmph, pussy.

Squit: "I'm in the bath and I'm hard." (laughs)

Pinky: (angrily) Holy fuck! Damnit, you've won this round!

Brain: Pesto? What about you?

Pesto: Fairly standard to Squit's mama. "Ma, it's been 29 years, but I'd love to have another go on your big fake-ass tits."

Squit: (embarrassed) God. No.

Pesto: "Then I'd like to smash in your back doors (anus)."

Squit: (sarcastically) So it'll come up that I've sent her a text, she'll think, "Good, he's just letting me know I'm proud of him," then she'll read that? Yep, thanks Pesto!

Pesto: No probs. Wak, who did you send to?

Wakko: I presume, your dad? I wrote "Your gay as fuck." HA!

(There was a short silence as Pesto looks pissed)

Pesto: (he snatches his phone back from Wakko) Gimme my phone back!

Wakko: Wait, I've also wrote for Saucy Walmart Karen.

Pesto: Wait, did ya?

Wakko: Hell yeah, I've written, "Karen, I love you and love that you are to be the mother of my child. Marry me?"

Pesto: Oh, c'mon!

Pinky: Nice.

Pesto: I only met her a month ago. She smells like cheese most of the time.

Pinky: What, 'coz of all dat dick she sucked?

Pesto: Yes...no...maybe...I DUNNO! God, I thought coming out here would take me mind off it, but the countryside's really boring! It's just a load of fields and rivers. And they don't do anything. They just sit there doing jack, it's not like The Blair Witch Project where people jump out at you.

Pinky: He's right, it is boring.

Wakko: Shall we go back?

Brain: Oh, no, come on, we could go for a swim? Skinny dipping? (The others look slightly disgusted) Yeah, you're right, probably be a bit gay.

Squit: Well, there's always Monopoly.

(They moan once again.)

Pinky: Fuck, fine, as long as I can be the dog.

Squit: Why?

Pinky: Reminds me of Benji.

(Squit N/R: This was great. Camping. Playing board games round the fire as the sun went down. It was like I was back in Cub Scouts, but without the unpleasantness.)

(At night, they were still playing Monopoly.)

Pinky: Miami, with a hotel, that's $1,500 you owe me, Top Hat.

Squit: Can I pay you after I pass Go? I'm nearly there.

Pinky: Nope.

Squit: (frustrated) Oh, c'mon. This is impossible. I can barely see. I've not been able to see anything for fuckin' hours! Let's just stop.

Brain: OK, we'll call it a draw.

Pinky: Fuck you, just because I'm winning and all you've got is just cities!

Pesto: I'm happy to call it a draw, y'know.

Pinky: Course you are, 'coz you were out four hours ago anyway, you fuckin' idiot!

Pesto: Y'all think I'm dumb, but I've got street smarts!

Brain: You got a woman from Walmart pregnant in her lunch hour.

Pesto: (pondered) Oh.

Pinky: I'll build another fire.

Squit: It's too dark to collect wood and you've burnt everything I own!

Pinky: Well, fine, I'll...I'll get Brain's shitty car and shine the lights over here.

Brain: Fine. Here ya go. (hand's Pinky his car keys)

Pinky: Thanks, mah boy!

(Pinky runs to Brain's car and turns on the headlights.)

(Squit N/R: This was embarrassing. I hadn't lost a game of Monopoly since I was 7. And yet I was about to be beaten by Pinky, a man who took pride in the fact that he couldn't count to 100.)

Squit: He really wants to win, doesn't he? I never knew he was so competitive.

Pesto: (eating sausages) I can't get enough of these sausages.

Wakko: (eating sausages) Yeah. I love 'em raw in the middle.

Pinky: Right, done. (he gets out of the car and shuts the door) Mission accomplished! Now you owe me $1,500. And you can pay me right fuckin' now!

(Brain's car was about to roll down into the lake.)

Brain: Pinky, my fucking car! (he stops his car from going down) Handbrake?

Pinky: Oh, shit, sorry.

Brain: Quick, everyone. Stop it!

(The others stopped the car except for Pinky.)

Brain: Pinky, help!

Pinky: Okay, calm your tits! (as he helped stopping the car)

Brain: (tried to unlock it) It's locked. Pinky, throw me the keys.

Pinky: I don't have them.

Brain: The fuck are you talkin' about, what do you mean you don't have them?!

Pinky: I gave them to you.

Brain: No, you didn't.

Pinky: Yeah, I did.

Brain: (getting angry) No, you fucking didn't!

Pinky: Brilliant, someone's gone and lost the fuckin' keys.

Squit: (looks at Pinky while being concerned) Yes, you. You've lost them.

Brain: You must have locked them in the car. (he panics) Oh, God! Oh, God!

Squit: Sorry, Brain. We'll have to smash a window or something.

Brain: (furious) Pinky, you dolt, Imma kill you for that!

Pinky: It's not my fault.

Brain: It is entirely your fault!

Pinky: I always lock my car like that!

Pesto: But yours must be different.

Wakko: It's shitty, for one.

Brain: (sarcastically angry) Thanks, Wak!

Pinky: If my lil' bro was here, he'd be able to get into it in two seconds flat. He used to jack Ferraris in New York City for the Mafia.

Brain: (bops Pinky in the head with a pencil in anger) How is that total bullshit helpful?!

Squit: Enough! OK, you three hold it. We'll go and find something to smash a window with.

Pinky: (rubbing his head looking dizzy) Hey! Why do me, Pesto and Wak have to hold the fuckin' car?!

Squit: Well, obviously, because you three are the strongest.

(Pinky, Pesto and Wakko hold the car.)

Pesto: Huh. It's true, we are.

Brain: What the fuck, why are there no rocks?! It's the countryside! Why aren't there any fuckin' rocks?! What are we gonna smash the window with now?!

Squit: Well, I dunno. Pinky's face?!

(Brain and Squit leave to find the rocks.)

Pinky: My arms hurt. I don't know why they're bothering to get rocks anyways. The way I look at it, it's inevitable that the car's gonna dive into the lake.

Wakko: I suppose it's nature. You can't fight nature.

Pesto: Exactly.

Pinky: It's going in anyway, I'm legitimately sweatin', my arms achin', we might as well just let go.

Pesto: Do you think Brain will kill us all?

Pinky: How can he? He hates it anyways. It's logical. We can't stop it.

Wakko: We are stopping it now.

Pinky: It's inevitable, Wak, trust me. We'll let go after three, do ya hear?

Pesto & Wakko: Gotcha.

Pinky: One, two, three. Go!

(They let go of the car as the car starts rolling down again. Brain and Squit finally got some rocks but Brain saw his car going down as he panicked and dropped the rocks.)

Brain: NO! Oh, God. Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!

(The car went into the lake as there was a short silence, then Pesto picked the rock up and smashed the back window.)

Brain: Why did you do that?!

Pesto: You said smash a window. Look, there ya go!

Brain: NO! No, no, no! (Brain went into the lake and tried to get his car out and shortly gives up, looking at Pinky, Squit, Pesto and Wakko furiously) You assholes. You total pair of fuckin' scumbags!

Pesto: Relax, B. We'll just wait 'til morning and rescue it when the tide's out.

Brain: It's just a fucking lake, Pesto, the tide isn't going out! (He emotionally tears up) I've wasted my whole 14 years hanging around with you fuckin' morons! I wish I'd never met y'all at all! I can't wait to move to Swansea! I fuckin' hate you, fuck you! FUCK YOU!

Squit: Come on, Brain, come outta the water and dry off, you could get sick, I'm sure we'll think of something.

Brain: You never think of anything. You've just got an accent that makes us think you're clever, but you're not, are ya?! You're just as much of a fuckin' idiot as these three!

Squit: (he frowns) Wow, harsh.

Brain: You scumbags, you total, total scumbags! (he continues to get the car out) Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! (he gives up trying to get the car out)

Wakko: Do you want a lager, B?

Brain: Yes, please.

(Brain got out of the lake as they all go back to the camping area.)

Pinky: (he took Brain's keys out of his back pocket) Oh, shit! I did have the keys.

Squit: Uhhh...yeah. Probably wouldn't mention it. Like ever!

Pinky: Y'right! As a matter of fact! (he throws the car keys into the lake and leaves)

(Squit N/R: So, Brain's shitty yellow Fiat was gone forever.)

The Final Part: A Disgustingly Happy Ending

(But look on the bright side, at least Pinky did beat me at Monopoly now despite I've lost $1,500. But the last thing I wanted to have is Pesto burning my $10,000 suitcase for fire.)

(Squit and Brain watching Squit's suitcase being burnt down.)

Squit: Hey. Which do you think burns better, B, my suitcase or my dignity? Heh, heh, heh, heh. (sighs all sadly)

Brain: Yeah, ha-ha. Nice try, but this is now officially the worst night I've ever had. Let's just go home.

Wakko: How?

Squit: Call your dad, B. If you think about it, it's sort of his fault we're here anyways.

Brain: Ha, sorry, no chance. He's gonna go ballistic about picking us up at 2 in the morning. What about your lil' bro, Pinky?

Pinky: Nah. He's out with my dad, private poker tournament in Las Vegas with Danny Dyer and the Krays.

Squit: Wait. Aren't the Krays dead?

Pinky: No! That's just a cover story cos they done a bunk from prison. They're holed up in one of me dad's warehouses.

Brain: Of course.

(short silence)

Pinky: Shall we swap phones again to cheer us all up.

Squit: Sure, why not.

(They all swap their phones back to their previous precision)

Pinky: (reads text) Oh, Brain, you got a message for your insurance company, they said, "We're sorry about the car. One of our retarded staff sended you the wrong car. Just burn it, dump it, kill it with fire. We're sorry for the delay for the last 2 years. Your old one will be back in 2 days." Hmph, looks like you're not in trouble at all, Brain.

Brain: (confused but relieved) Huh, that was anticlimactic. Plus, I knew they tried to rip me off anyways.

Squit: (reads text) Oh. Looks like your dad and your brother are taking a break from that made-up poker tournament, Pinky. Your dad's just texted you back.

Pinky: Oh, shit. What did he say?

Squit: "You're sick, son. Your ma was right about sending you to that shrink."

Pinky: (looks nervous) What's he on about, that fuckin' asshole? Talkin' jack-shit as usual.

Wakko: (checks phone) You got a text, too, Pesto. It's from your babe. Maybe you should read it. (gives phone back to Pesto)

Pesto: Oh, thank you, God. Thank you.

Pinky: She said yes to the marriage proposal?

Pesto: Even better. It says, "You dopey prick. Not pregnant. Tested positive for" What's that say, Squit?

Squit: (read carefully) "Chlamydia."

Pesto: Nice! (short silence) Dafuq's chlamydia?

Squit: Well, how shall I put this, Pesto? You no longer have a child on the way but you do have an STD.

Pesto: (celebrates) I got an STD! Yes, an STD! Whoo!

Pinky: (continues to reads texts) Oh. It's from Billie and your dad. It says… (Brain snatches his phone back from Pinky) Douche!

(Brain reads the text from Billie and his dad, then suddenly smiles.)

Pinky: (curiously) Well?

Squit: Shall we go to bed? It is getting late.

Wakko: Yep, good idea.

(They all went in the tent.)

Pinky: Well...what did it say?

(Squit N/R: Brain was never this cagey. When it came to Billie or his dad, he normally wore his heart on his sleeve and his boner in his pants. Maybe he had other things on his mind.)

(Brain looks at the light in the tent while he was lying down.)

Brain: (slightly annoyed) So we had a light this whole time?

Pinky: Oh, shit, yeah. Forgot about that one. Sorry, man.

Brain: So, my car went into the lake for no reason?

Pesto: I'm upset too, B. I got my first hand job in that car. Who's gonna wanna gimme a hand job when I'm a dad?

Pinky: You're not gonna be a dad, remember, Pesto?

Pesto: (pondered) Oh, yeah!

Pinky: Whatever. Look, even if we did get it out, I doubt it would work anyway. I think the engine's flooded.

Brain: Is that supposed to be funny, Pinky?

Pinky: Did I say it was funny tho?

Brain: (pondered) Good point. I also felt happy I'm not going to Swansea next week. My grandpa cancelled the trip because he was broke.

(They all laugh.)

(Squit and Wakko came into the tent looking disgusted.)

Brain: How was the trench?

Squit: (looking disgusted) Wakko and I had to wipe our asses with leaves.

Brain: (disgusted) Jesus.

Squit: And I think there were some ants in there, so I now literally have ants in my pants. And soil, and some earwigs.

Wakko: I never wanna do that again.

Pesto: Hey. Do you remember that first time we slept in a tent in my back garden and Pinky pissed himself? (laughs)

Brain: Yeah, we had to come in the house at about midnight because Pinky got scared. (laughs)

Pinky: Yeah, I was scared that Pesto's dad was about to come out and rape us!

Pesto: (furious and disgusted) Just...go fuck yourself.

Squit: And on that familiar note, it's good night. (lies down in his sleeping bag) Sorry about your car, B.

Brain: Doesn't matter. It was a piece-of-shit car, anyway. Thanks for the send-off. For the last 2 years, I always knew they were trying to scam me in the first pla... (holds his nose) Jesus, that stinks, Pesto, was that a fart?

Pesto: Nah, Wakko and I burped. It ain't great, though.

Wakko: Yeah, I think it's them sausages.

Brain: Whatever. Good night.

Pinky: Well, I'll get the fuckin' light, then, shall I? (turns off the light) Night, mah boys.

(long silence)

Wakko: B, I was wondering, when you die?

Brain: Yeah?

Wakko: What do you want us to do with Squit? Like, look after him and stuff?

Squit: I'm not a stray cat, Wak.

Pinky: Yeah, but you do shit in a hole in the ground tho. (laughs)

Squit: (sarcastically) Gee, thanks.

Wakko: I just worry about you, that's all.

Squit: I think I'll be fine. Good night. (lies back down) Thanks, though, Wak.

(Wakko suddenly vomits on Squit)

Squit: (furious/disgusted) UGH! FUCKIN' HELL, IT'S IN MY HAIR!

Wakko: (feeling dizzy) I think it's the sausages.

Pinky: (panics and turns the light back on) Fuck dat! I've gotta get out. I've gotta get out!

Brain: (disgusted) Oh, God, the smell. It always makes me puke.

Squit: Please don't puke in here.

Brain: Oh no. (vomits)

Squit: (disgusted/annoyed) Oh, you have.

Wakko: I don't feel well. (vomits again)

(Brain pukes again)

Pesto: Help me! (vomits so much)

Pinky: Oh, shit, the smell. Oh, God, doublepuke!

Squit: JUST GET THE FUCKIN' TENT OPEN, PINKY!

Pinky: (tries to find the zip) I can't find the zip! I can't find the zip! Oh no! (vomits on the tent zip)

(Squit looks at his mini-blade as he knew what he had to do.)

Squit: (angrily) Great!

(Squit rips the tent with the mini-blade and got out, so did Pinky, Brain, Pesto and Wakko. They started walking away together abandoning a damaged tent, a burnt suitcase and Brain's shitty car in the forest)

Squit: (reads text) Oh, my mom's texted me back.

Brain: Is she up for some back door action?

Squit: Nope, it said, "I love you too but I think you're on weed. No offence."

Pinky: If she's up for it, Pesto should get to do her, cos it was his text that got her kinky.

Pesto: True.

Squit: Obviously she's not up for it.

Brain: How do you know?

Wakko: Does it say that pacifically?

Squit: Specifically.

Pesto: Are you sayin' she only likes it in her axe wound? Ha.

Squit: Seriously guys, c'mon, we've got a long walk ahead of us, I'm covered in puke, can we just drop the "yo mama" jokes?

Pinky: I'd like to drop yo mama's jokes. Get it?

(They all laugh while they were walking away from the forest.)

Squit: Okay, that's brilliant, I give ya that! Heh, heh!

(short silence)

Pinky: (putting on his fake Cockney accent) So what are we doing now, Brain?

Brain: The same thing we DON'T do every night, Pinky! Try and call my dad 'coz we're fuckin' lost! (laughs)

Pinky: Yep. Good idea.

Squit: Yep.

Pesto: Yep.

Wakko: Yep.

Brain: (relieved) When I get home, my dad's gonna kick...my...ass!

THE END!

This is the 4th fanfiction episode of The Outsiders. Thx. Hope you liked it. 

#animaniacs #theoutsiders #goodfeathers

[emptyperspectiv]

Small rant post

I went off on Twitter, so I'd like to make one thing clear to my followers, and as a warning if you don't wanna hear about K-pop then I suggest you move on.

Firstly, I wanna start this off with that iHeart Radio interview. That shit was some of the most cringe and embarrassing ass shit I've seen in an interview in years. Taking this back to NSN and Bryan Stars interview quality, it felt just as bad. Y'all really wanna pry into someone's life who already has very little.to no privacy for starters. You honestly think you all are entitled to that shit? FUCKING NO YOU'RE NOT. You are not entitled to know every fine detail about any K member, you do NOT own them cause you sure as fuck ain't the one who birthed their ass. They share what they want, they are allowed that right and for y'all to come full force like this to ask about dating, about all this other creepy ass fucking shit is just fucking nasty. It's disgusting. They're just fucking people who make music, they make fucking art and are no different than anyone else on the face of the mother fucking planet.

To the fans, all of you. Give them their own space, let them breathe and be whoever they want. They make mistakes, yeah and they're incredibly hard on their selves and you know what, I know how that shit is and it fucking eats at you EVER GOD DAMN SECOND OF THE FUCKING DAY. They don't need you assholes pointing it out to them, they know already and they probably fucking dwell on it. You wanna make a damn difference? SUPPORT THEM AND THEIR MISTAKES, NOT DEGRADE THEM ON AN INTERNATIONAL INTERVIEW ASSHATS.

Oh, no we get on to the interviewers. Y'all fuckers really piss me right the fuck off. You pull shut shit as bad as AltPress does in 2019 with their trashy tacky headlines about the most fucked stupid shit ever. You are the audience that really needs to grow the fuck up, y'all need some damn soft skills and learn what questions are appropriate and ones that are not. Your goal isn't to make them uncomfortable, your goal is to make them feel welcomed and comfortable so they want to come back. Asking questions about dating isn't the way to do it, it's sick and it's tacky and it shows a lot. It's as bad as fucking tabloids.

US radio, y'all are also part of the problem. You know as much as I LOVE and adore BTS, you do realize there are incredibly talented groups like Monsta X, NCT, ITZY, Blackpink, Holland, ATEEZ, Astro, Seventeen, Twice, Red Velvet, TXT, EXO, W24, Day6, Pentagon, GOT7, Momoland Stray Kids, The Boyz, GD, Taeyang, CL, RM, Jennie, Suga/Min Yoongi, Jimin, Jung Hoseok/Jhope, I.M., WayV, CLC, Cherry Bullet, Exid, (G)-Idle, Prinstin V, Oneus, Jay Park, Tiffany Young, Hwa Sa, Lay, Jus2, and so many fucking more talented artist in the Korean Pop genre. Show more love to them, give them more attention and let their audience grow. There's so many talented artist who deserve that much attention as well.

On a personal note, I was a huge fan of the Metal and Post-Hardcore scene and I've seen a lot of toxic fans. K-pop honestly is just as bad and in some cases just as elitest. It's annoying, it's trashy and frankly it makes me fucking angry. Enjoy the fucking music, appreciate the artist, support them and get people to pay attention to their hard work and dedication to their craft. To be honest the US market feels so damn ignorant towards international artist because a majority of the people running shit behind the scenes are crusty must old fucks who are close minded and just find them being asian or foreign an appeal to a sexualized fetish that needs to end. Yeah, they looks great I'll give them that but they invest time into it to take care of themselves while overworking theirsevles past their limits with serious repercussions like passing out from not eating or resting enough, being mentally drained, feeling all the range of emotions and going through such a fucking trial of will power and other soul crushing things. I can relate to a lot of it because of experiences I've had that made me feel the same way because I respect their boundaries to share what they do. To that I have to say I admire their drive to work and to make people happy with what they do, it's takes some really huge balls to do. It's scary as fuck because one day things could be great and the next their a shit show and things aren't where they should be.

On a final note, I wanna say that as a US fan I'm disgusted by a lot of the behavior people exhibit as 'fans' going as far as stalking and stealing and filming shit without consent just to say they came in contact with them. It's not cute, it's creepy and I would know cause I have a stalker or two I'm sure still. It's not funny, it's scary. If you really wanna be there for them, do it appropriately. Encourage them with kind words, tell them ' you are doing your best and that it's all you could ask for', encourage them to take care of their mental well being, tell them that you're proud of who they are and that you hope they continue to be successful people. It's the smallest things to show gratitude as a fan that matters. As a matter of fact I've stopped asking for photos at shows I go to, I stopped asking for a lot of things. If I get the chance I tell people that they did well on stage and how amazing they did with their set cause it motivates them to keep doing what they love.

Do not be toxic, stop being fucking fools and get your shit together. Now, sit ya asses down, mind your mother fucking business and be fucking grateful that they even do what they do and share what they share. Jesus fucking Christ.

#kpop #bts #monsta x #kpop in general as a whole #nct itzy blackpink holland ateez astro seventeen twice red velvet txt exo w24 day6 got7 stray kids the boyz gd taeyang cl exid (g)-idle