#stan because he’s afraid of rejection

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

last post for the night i swear

the real tragic part about the whole science fair incident is that perpetual motion is impossible to achieve

ford’s machine would have never worked, regardless of whether or not stan had interacted with it

(warning i accidentally wrote an approximately 30-tag dive into ford’s character in the tags don’t click see more if you don’t want to read that)

anyway!! good night everyone ❤️‍🩹

#it’s also tragic because ford didn’t know #the impossibility of perpetual motion was discovered far before that point and yet he didn’t know #i mean. ‘he’s actually just so arrogant that he thought he could break the laws of physics’ doesn’t make any sense #his reaction to the situation really didn’t match that interpretation as far as i can tell #i don’t think it’s just a ‘oh no! my dream school (that i was essentially shoved into pursuing)!’ type deal #here’s what i’m thinking: #fact one- stan and ford were seemingly already drifting apart by this point in time. this is important to note #fact two- it’s really emphasized to him that he’s smart. that’s all they say about him really- that’s he’s a genius #fact three- filbrick does not even care enough about stanford to say his name. he calls ford his ‘ticket out of this dump’ #these last two points were likely heavily emphasized to him throughout his childhood #filbrick found out ford was smart and thought stan wasn’t. so ford became his plan to make money #ford is heavily bullied for his weirdness. his hands and his interests. being smart could ‘make up’ for this in his mind #he wants to leave. he outright states this- he doesn’t feel like he belongs and he wants to go somewhere he does (his own bermuda triangle) #so what essentially happened- i believe- is that ford internalized all these things #that his weirdness is bad and that he makes up for it by being smart and that he’s meant to make his family money- #-and that he wants out #his machine fails. this is a slap in the face to him. perpetual motion is impossible? #but why didn’t he know that? he’s supposed to be smart isn’t he? if he isn’t smart then what the hell is he? #what redeeming qualities does he have? how is he supposed to help his family now? he’s a failure isn’t he? #he spots a familiar bag. stan was here. suddenly he has an excuse- a reason to believe it wasn’t his fault #(and there’s really nothing to be at fault for but he doesn’t think that) #it’s easier to blame it on stan because of how distant they’ve grown. he can’t read stan as easily #and his reaction is suspicious- did he actually sabotage the project? is it…actually not ford’s fault at all? #they don’t speak to each other again for another decade #stan because he’s afraid of rejection #ford because he doesn’t want to face his own insecurities and emotions about everything #it’s easier to pretend that he wants to be famous and isn’t just doing it to make it his father money #and it’s easier to distract himself with things he loves than to feel all the guilt and hurt and frustration #and that. is perfect for bill to use to manipulate him #that’s my thoughts anyway. sorry for the rant was not expecting that to happen

[strwberri-milk]

hello! i wanted to share a scenario, how do you think things would go or how would kaeya feel if his s/o interrupted and protected him from diluc's attack during the ragbros fight, and ended up being the one injured instead of him? and im so delighted to see you're also a rafayel stan omg my fave kaeya writer 🥹🫶 i hope you have a great day/night!

urgh awefwaf this is more angst route bc i cant see it ending any other way than a break up right after the incident so i hope youre okay w that and ofc i love rafayel hes so aewfjawfakf my pretty fish <33 a goldfish bit me when i was a child so i think about that a lot too

Kaeya immediately blames himself. As far as he's concerned if it weren't for him you would be perfectly fine. Diluc immediately realises what he's done, staring at the two of you in shock. He tries to step forward to help but Kaeya's bundling you up and holding you tightly, screaming at Diluc to either get help or leave the two of you alone.

He hates the fact that even in this moment he still thinks to ask Diluc for help but his mind is so fried he can't think of anything else. Before Diluc can return he manages to bring you to the Church, just explaining that there was a freak accident and you got caught up.

He stays by your side day and night, regardless of whether or not you're awake. He can barely focus on anything but you, wanting to make sure that you're okay. He's almost glad that you aren't awake yet, able to deliberate whether or not he should stay with you. He can't stop thinking about the way you looked after Diluc attacked you.

When you wake up things are tense. You don't know what it is about him but it doesn't matter how much you insist that you're okay or how much the Church tells him you're on the road to recovery but there's something in his eye that breaks you. You know the argument you stumbled upon was much more than he was letting on.

When Kaeya tries to break up with you is when you realise something is really wrong. It comes out of nowhere for you and Kaeya's poker face somehow manages to stay strong even when you start tearing up. You're arguing with him, trying to understand where he's coming from but he remains seemingly firm on his decision.

There's nothing you can say or do to change his mind and that's only confirmed when all of his things are gone from your place. He acts like he doesn't see you if the two of you run into each other in the city and you don't try to reach out because of how hurt you are. You can't look at him the same anymore and you wish he would just explain to you what's wrong.

There's a chance of the two of you manage to reconnect years later. Kaeya wouldn't reach out so you'd have to do it if you really wanted to give it another chance - he's too afraid of hurting you but drunken rambles and Diluc's passive suggestions confirm that Kaeya thinks about you every day.

It would take a lot of work to go through things to build a relationship with him again. He has to be more willing to build more trust with you and become more honest over time. He's terrified of hurting you again so he'll be very hesitant at first if you broach the subject but the fact that he can't outwardly reject you gives you hope that he really does want to be with you again.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader

[bylrlve]

Warning! Potential spoilers for Stranger Things 5!

To recap, Alex received this dm on 13/2/23, seemingly confirming mileven breakup

She received this message on that day, which states that mileven are still together and happy. However it’s also instantly debunkable bc they’re absolutely not going to do the Hopper-Mike feud bs again. That is beyond clear.

On this past Tuesday, 20/2/23, she received a second message outright stating Mileven breakup.

Finally, on Wednesday, 21/2/23, she received this message full of pretty plausible statements, with mileven breakup included as fact. Interesting.

This person claims it’s all fake, with no rationale or alt info - what, is Will not important now?

Worth noting: Millie is currently doing promo for Damsels, so she’ll be out of commission re: filming for a few weeks. Early March is probably when she’ll come back, but Finn will be be busy with his Ghosbusters 2 promo.

Two conclusions:

1.) there will be no mileven scenes filmed for a few weeks. Filming schedules are very tightly planned to accommodate other actor commitments, so it doesn’t seem like this posed a massive issue. Hm.

2,) Millie will likely be doing any scenes she has with Sadie and Caleb, aka Max and Lucas, when she gets back. As this message says.

This person is probably just smart and well-informed enough to figure this out, but it’s interesting.

There has been some very intriguing activity on a stranger things set a few days ago - red UD ligthing, castle Byers.., and Will Byers. Will’s plotline for season 5 seriously looks like everything us Will stans have been dreaming of in terms of plot relevance, emotional catharsis, etc. This pic dropped yesterday, and the spoiler acc seems to have confirmed it’s Will:

Lastly,this also dropped today:

(Credit to @1987byler on twt)

Very strange framework, here. If the goal is to set up Will being rejected gently by Mike, but understood and accepted, why not focus on that? Why not have Vecna say ‘you’re afraid he’ll be disgusted by you. You’re afraid he’ll see you as the disgusting, broken boy you are’ or something like that? Elsewhere in the game, it’s being reported by players that Will is being taunted about how his friends are all ignoring him, and how Max fits into the group better than he does. This is canonically a sore spot for him - not so much the Max part, but the general point. So why not emphasise his fear of Mike’s rejection, rather than his hurt at Mike picking El over him?

Maybe because, if this is carried into s5 and we get scenes of Vecna taunting Will about Mike choosing El, it’ll be certain that Mike will indeed pick Will. Maybe this is a means of hinting that?

(Side note: at this point in the time line, El was really just a concept to Will. The one time he met her, it was for barely a minute as a delirious, dying child. By s4, it’s very clear that they’re close and loving. I’ll hear no critique of him for apparently not wanting her to come back - it’s very obviously Vecna twisting things, as he did with Max in s4 to make it seem like she actively wanted to murder Billy.)

Also worth noting: the best Mike can say about the girl he supposedly loved at first sight, after a whole week with her, is that she’s ‘cool’, ‘different’, ‘awesome’. Very lacklustre. Compare to how Lucas would describe the comatose max to a newcomer in s4.

Finally: Will quite literally utilises a never-seen memory of Mike and him in Castle Byers as his happy menory, his safe place. You know,like the Snow Ball and those other memories of good times with Lucas that Max clung to in s4?

Credit to @will80sbyers

This post by @nebulousfishgills reports Vecna saying that Will is ‘the key’, manipulating Will’s memories, and directly saying “You’ll finally matter to someone, Will.” Byler kind of has to be endgame, right? For this to make any sense as a narrative? ‘We can still be friends’ won’t cut it, not if, as the messages Alex is getting make out, Will is still so achingly in love post-time jump that he’s staying by Mike’s hospital bed after everyone else leaves and kissing his forehead (a). Not if they’re still emphasising that Mike is his safe place, his home, his light, in (technically) pre-season five promotional material.

All of this is… interesting, to say the least.

I’ll leave off by sharing the posts made by the wonderful @solgmorell on the set leak (x) and the VR byler stuff (x, y).

(a)

ETA: two of the previous dms Alex has gotten state that Will struggles with his friendships with the other party member this season due to being closeted. This game touches heavily on Will’s feeling disconnected from his friends, at least partly bc of his sexuality…. One is above, the other is here:

#byler #mike wheeler #el and mike #stranger things season 5 leaks #st5 leaks #look away if you want to stay a spoiler Virgin #will byers #is slaying #noah schnapp

[albenyx]

Venti and Love

character — venti

warnings — grammatical errors, typos, not proofread, taylor swift references, reincarnation!au, modern!au, historical!au, canon!au

note — literally a super random early birthday (for aug. 14) post dedication to a venti stan friend, happy birthday lods.

— > playlist for more feels.

The whole thing started off simple, seven days with you, a week being your companion. It should've been simple, a platonic harmless idea to accompany you around as you wander mindlessly in this world full of lost souls.

It started off with your honesty, your laughter that he realized is the best sound. The melody he wishes to hear every single time. 

It was a bad idea, or so others say. Falling in love with someone, with you, but to Venti… he hears the words and yet all he had thought about was that you should be together.

Every smile is contagious, and when you shine so does he shine for you. 

“Don't be afraid, jump then fall.” He uttered to you the first confession. “Jump then fall into me.”

Fall, it was such a scary word, but if you were to fall, fall towards him and Venti promises to catch you ever time. No matter how many times you do so, he will be there to catch you. “I'm never gonna leave you.” He uttered during that night where doubts clouded your mind, when people had said things that bring you to your knees, he was there to catch you. 

Venti vows, he will be there when you need him, when you feel like crying, he is sure he will be there throughout the night holding you as he does so, until you smile.

In all honesty? During the first day, that first look, first meet. Venti admits, he couldn't keep his eyes off you. As if a spell was casted upon him, you have bewitched him, both body and soul. 

Was it unusual for a bard to fall in love?

Certainly not. But for Venti, it was different. He was known for his ballads, his music, he was not known to be the poet who had love. And yet he knew, from the first note he played, the first time his gaze landed on your figure. He knew he'd be breaking a lot of things, his rules, just to see you. 

But of course, he was no one special. He was no one special, just a wide-eyed bard who happens to be desperately in love with you.

And the moment you accepted him as yours, when you no longer rejected him snd his affections. Venti loved and continued on loving you. “You're pretty.” He whispered, “I'm a mess, Venti.” And you'd utter, but despite such words you stated to yourself, you were beautiful, enchanting nonetheless.

He admits, you were and are the best thing that's ever been his. 

The second time, when your gaze met, in a classroom, he was in a hurry. With walls of insincerity, shifting eyes around the hall and vacancy yet all of those observations of his vanished when he saw your face right after he opened the wrong room.

Your reincarnation was inside, your face was blue, as if waiting for something or someone. He saw a glimpse of how your eyes had whispered “Have we met?”, a sense of familiarity and yet at the same time, you were unfamiliar of who he was and what he was to you.

He admits, it was enchanting to meet you again, to reunite with you. And compared to the first life, this the first page this time, this wasn't where the story line ends. Although, he hopes, that as much as his thoughts echoed your name throughout the centuries without being by your side, he hopes that you weren't in love with anyone yet, waiting for anyone that wasn't him. (but if it made you smile, he wouldn't mind.)

Even though life makes love look hard, where the stakes are high and the water's rough, but with you, things were different. This love was yours.

It was the kind of love that you only find in one lifetime, the kind you don't put down. And somehow, Venti knew that you and him would've found each other.

In another life, you still would've turned his head even if you'd met.

Because he knows, through busy streets and busy lives, that interesting thing called fate would have you two meet, one way or another.

Even though in every lifetime, you two were or had to be hurt, wounded every single time you meet. It was nothing for Venti, it was viewed as a simple challenge, to him it was a way to prove he was worthy and deserving of your attention and affection.

And trust him when he says, when he accompanied you that day… He never saw you coming. He never expected to be able to be in a love where it is brave and wild, because love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right.

A worthwhile fight, in his opinion. 

He is in love.

Deeply, desperately with you. Without words needed to be stated, you can hear it in the silence. You could feel it on the way home and with the lights out. It was all true, Venti was in love with you, truly.

Even if your reputation wasn't the best in every lifetime, even if you had always been viewed to be the villain, he was always willing for you. Venti wants you. He likes you for you, whether you'd try to push him away and speak to him as if he had ever lied to you, it was a fact. 

A truth one cannot lie about.

And although people had been telling him not to rush, to wait until it was his turn to be noticed by the Gods, but it seems as though religion was rather in your lips, even if it's a false God, he'd still worship it with you, even if he was a God himself in his other lives; yet even with that fact, the high status he gets every lifetime which he tries so hard to distance himself from, where he always acted as though no one could ever leave him and hidden the thought that no one could ever stay. You always saw through his facade. And he saw through yours, in all the other ways others couldn't.

He was a companion, a best friend, a lover, all in one. In every life, he has played that role every single time, he has been by your side as promised in your first life, forever and always.

“Here.” He smiles, so out of the blue as you both sit in the cafe, waiting for your orders. “What's this?” “A paper ring.” One where he had quietly promised that the next time he gives you a ring, it'll be the real one.

Venti didn't have much to offer to you, that was a fact. He wasn't as rich as others are, he works as a musician, a florist, simple jobs every life, all he can currently offer is a ring he made with paper. He can only offer so much yet with the littlest things he does, Venti is unaware he slowly became the daylight through your dark nights. If you had once believed love would be black and white, with Venti by your side, it was Golden.

And he never failed to prove it, every single time the invisible string tied to him led him to you. 

No matter how long, he was yours and yours only, he was your man. No matter what storms you both have to go through, because long story short, in every lifetime you both survived. 

“Hello, my cecilia.” There he stood, in front with a gentle smile as he met you at the beach. The clock ticked and if you were close enough, you would hear one's heart beating quickly. “Hey…” You trail off, senses heightened for you weren't able to see as clearly as others were, so you managed to hear the quick beat.

“Your…?” Venti simply smiled as he approached you, yes. That was right, this time, in this life, it was he who died. And yet not even death could stop his heart from beating once again. 

The both of you were silent, only the sound of the waves can be heard and the smell of the ocean breeze. This scene felt like what they once saw on a screen, and the smile on Venti's face seemed like he won a contest and to hide it would be so dishonest.

And everything's fine, the feeling of being wanted felt like a dream and yet here it is, lifetimes passed and he chose you, over and over again. Every intention to become friends become a glitch, suddenly, he doesn't want to be friends, he doesn't want you like a bestfriend.

And that was fine, because either way, you both weren't just bound to become best friends or just friends. You were made for each other, in every way possible, and Venti standing here in front of you proves just that.

Every second that passes, every chance he slowly realizes, he did not fall in love, but he simply walked into it, with you.

“Happy birthday, my dear.”

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[artemiseamoon]

Of the most importance

Harwin x eldest Velaryon daughter (black! F reader)

Read on A03

An: i cannot stop thinking about this man. I’m yearning! Breaking my previews only thing for this. I did post this to a03 already tho. Reader is of legal age and an adult. I never write huge a*e gaps or minors with adults for obvious reasons. If you want that, I’m the wrong blog for you.

Warnings: none really, a punch, a fight, a minor blood mention

Reader note: he picks her up, I leave this in because it’s hot as fuck. I’m not trying to assume readers size. I myself am small- medium plus size and he is the strongest man of the seven kingdoms so i Stan that no matter the size, he can pick his lady up and carry her 😁

As you danced your eyes continued to meet him across the room. Ser Harwin Strong, firstborn of Lyonel Strong; an honorable, loyal, rugged and confident knight. The exact kind of man you desire and hoped for as you rejected every suitor who asked for your hand.

You didn’t want to settle, much to your parents' frustration. The eldest of three, you are the oldest daughter of Lord Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen. Eldest sister of Laenor and Laena Velaryon.

According to everyone, you should be married with children already. As you all gather to celebrate your brother's wedding, you can see behind your parents' proud expressions, that the pressure for you to make a choice is going to intensify.

No one caught your attention until the Knight arrived at your family's ancestral home. Upon first sight, you liked what you saw; dark features, physical strength, green eyes. Your immediate attraction grew each time you saw him. When working, he was all business; you could tell he earned every bit of his reputation.

Ser Harwin ‘Breakbones’, the heir to Harrenhal, strongest man of the Seven Kingdoms, is a force, and enjoy seeing him in action; perhaps more than you should. You didn’t know much about him, except the tales that travel with a person's name. Still, you found yourself utterly fascinated with him. The longer he worked with your family and protected the grounds, the closer to him you wanted to be.

The longer he worked for your family, the more you started to see glimpses of Harwin outside of his strong and loyal demeanor. The first time was a month ago when a suitor who got a bit handsy. You quickly asserted your boundary and made yourself clear. The suitor then left you alone and proceeded to get drunk with his friends.

As the event went on into the night, and the drunker the man became, he decided to make one more try at you. When he tried to kiss you, you promptly punched him in the nose which grabbed everyone's attention.

Across the way, as you wiped blood off your knuckles with a dinner cloth, you could see a proud smile on Harwin's face. A smile he continued to wear as he crossed the room and made his way to you. The smile only dropped when he grabbed the man by the collar and dragged him out.

When he returned, you were speaking with a childhood friend. The conversation fell quiet as the Knight approached. Your friend didn’t mind, she saw the way you looked at him, and the way Harwin looked at you. She stepped away with a small grin, leaving your two alone.

“Impressive.” He crossed his arms, a small smirk danced on his lips.

Keeping your eyes on him, you grinned, “I do what I can. Keeps the creeps away.”

“Maybe you should be wearing armor.” He commented as his eyes moved over your bare neck and shoulders.

The dress you wore is one of your favorites and you can see by the way his eyes travel along your bare skin, it may be one of his too.

“Maybe we could switch one day, I will wear this,” you extend your right and touched his chest with your fingertips, “and you can wear a dress.”

A warm chuckle rose from his throat, his smile met his eyes, “I’m afraid I won’t wear a dress as gracefully as you do, Princess.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, you might look hot.”

Harwin quirked a brow and wet his lips. Your eyes fell there as a soft breath escaped them and everything in you wanted to inch closer and press your lips to his. Before you get to say anything else, his father called for him.

“I have to cut this short Princess.”

“It’s fine, until next time.” You stepped back and watched him walk away. He only took a couple of steps before glancing back at you.

…

Fresh off your dance with Harwin, your body is still buzzing from his warmth, his scent, the closeness of his body to yours. Though you are semi-listening to the story your friend is telling you, your eyes are fixed on the rugged man across the room.

You can still hear his compliment in your ear, and feel the tingle of his breath, “you look beautiful Princess.”

You one-upped yourself tonight, it is your brother's wedding dinner after all. You didn’t pick this dress solely for the Knights eyes, you did it for you, with the feeling his eyes would pop out of his head at the sight of you; and they did.

It’s a long off the shoulder dress with delicate gold embroidery. It fits your form perfectly, highlighting all your best features. The gold in the dress perfectly complimented the gold tones of your brown skin.

Holding his gaze, you run your fingers across your neckline and watch as his eyes widen, just a little.

Before you can flirt with him a minute longer, a fight breaks out in the center of the room. Jumping up from your seat, you try to find your brother in the chaos. One danger of a royal gathering, especially a wedding celebration, is enemies and violence breaking out.

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you make your way through the crowd. When you glanced back, you could see your sister Laena doing the same. Before you could turn back, something hard ran into you, knocking you back into the group of people behind you.

Scrambling to your feet, you rise in time to see Harwin making his way to you. Barreling through the crowd and knocking out anyone in his way. He reaches you in no time and sweeps you off your feet and over his shoulder.

Harwin rushes you out of the room, down the hall, and off to one of the safety chambers. Your heart is in your throat as he shuts the doors.

“Harwin-”

He closes the space between you and cups your face with one hand, his sword in the other.

“Stay put.”

“Harwin, I need to get to my family- “

“They’ll be fine. Stay here.'' He heads out of the room. “Bolt the door.” He called back.

You watch him leave and bolt the door.

…

Later

The marriage ceremony was smaller than originally intended, quieter, a bit somber. But it makes sense given what happened earlier. Once the vows are made, and the wedding is official, the family stays in the hall a little longer.

You stepped outside for air and gazed at the ocean. A second later, Harwin joined you.

You glanced at him over your shoulder. He stood at your side, leaning over the stone railing same as you. The Knight gazes at the waves as you stare at him.

“Harwin?”

“Yes, princess?” His eyes met yours.

“Why did you take me first?"

He straightened up and turned his body toward yours. “Honestly?”

Your heart beats even faster in your chest, "Yes, honestly.”

“Your safety is of the most importance to me.” He said as he stared at you, his eyes full of emotion. He closes the space between you, “I am honored to protect your family,” he paused and gently grabs your chin, “and it is the highest honor to protect you.”

His hand moves from your chin to the side of your neck. A breath hitches in your throat as he squeezes gently, its the perfect amount of pressure; dominant yet gentle. You smile warmly as his lips meet your own in a kiss.

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[reallyromealone]

hi! I don't know if it's alright to you and if it has been asked already. but if you have time, can I ask for a part three about y/n's son that got a detention? thank you!

I honestly loved it, especially because of bonten's respect and care for their s/o. and maybe because I really want to see how someone can learn their lesson. thank you again! this is my first time doing this, you can reject it if you want! (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧

Sure dude and I'm glad you liked it! And we stan good husband's in this house.

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Nahoya Kawata.

Somehow him and (name) were best buddies, the two clicking instantly despite being polar opposites.

(Name) thought it was just a friendly visit to drop their son off before going on a trip for a few days, their son staying with nahoya Ran making the excuse of a second honeymoon.

"Ok,behave for uncle Nahoya!" (Name) said as his husband's led him back to the car, the family had just finished a catch up meal with the Kawatas and poor (sons name) had no clue what be was about to deal with for this week.

When the car drove off (sons name) felt a cold chill as he saw the Kawata twins stare him down.

(Sons name) tried to put a tough face and put dominant pharamones out but boy howdy.

Was that a mistake.

"Oh? You wanna try that shit?"

"Remember we can't hurt the brat" Souya said passively but nahoya was quick to interject "they said we can't 'drop kick him into the sun' nothing about what I'm about to do" and with that Nahoya smacked the back of (sons name)s head "that shit doesn't work here" and with that they went inside and (sons name) would learn what an Omega was capable of.

While (name) was getting pampered at a spa with his mates, their son was doing hard labor and dealing with an Omega who didn't put up with any of his bullshit and struck the fear of God into him.

"You call that cleaning the veggies?! Do it again!"

If he wanted to act like a big bad alpha, Nahoya would make him do the big bad alpha work.

Souya also was not easy on him, when the truck came with their deliveries the trio brought it in, no slacking.

(Sons name) was used to softer omegas like his mom, (name) never really needed to be tough when he had scary dog privileges but when he heard stories of his mamma when his dad's tried to first court him.

"He slapped papa Mikey?!"

"Oh yeah, he made them work for his affection" Souya said as they ate dinner, the three devouring the meal "it took your dad's four months to earn his affections then a year to actually get the mating mark"

"And then you came into the world"

(Sons name) also learned not to back talk Nahoya because he wasn't afraid to strike the fear of God into the pup "if I find out you said shit like that again I will show you why people fear me" his voice grave and cold, eyes actually opening to give him that warning.

X

"Should we call them and check up ?" (Name) said as they were entering the hotel room, spending the day relaxing"shh they're fine baby, let alphas care for you yeah?" Mochi said as the alphas distracted him with sensual kisses and soft touches, they didn't have a lot of time with their mate so they were going to make the god damn most of it.

X

(Sons name) spent the week at the Kawatas, the twins payed nicely and Nahoya had the pleasure of showing the kid what life as an Omega was like and use hard labor to show him that omegas weren't weak as shit and may or may not have shown the kid a video on Omega rights and a documentary about what omegas had to deal with and the struggles omegas have in basically any workplace "your mom used to work in an office and the shit he had to deal with because his work place was anti whistleblower... Your dad's almost burned the place to the ground"

"Sanzu actually tried"

He also saw how alphas who weren't regulars tried shit with nahoya and kind of felt angry on his behalf because he knew Nahoya was not some idiot and watched as they booted the fucker out.

It genuinely changed his perspective on it and he kind of felt bad on how he treated his mom, he really didn't deserve that from his kid.

When the break ended (sons name) was practically clinging to his mom with apologies, poor (name) was confused but hugged his pup back "I forgive you baby... did you have fun?"

"U-uh... Yeah I did"

"That's good Sweety"

"If you do that shit again we're sending you to military school" Sanzu said and ruffled his kids hair, the group driving back home, (name) showing the little treats he got their pup since he couldn't come with and (sons name) realized even when he did some fucked up shit to his mom he still thought about him and got him stuff.

"Thanks mama..."

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader #omega male reader #omegaverse

[oshiawaseni]

The atypical shounen MC and his tsundere deuteragonist boyfriend

Izuku’s mental is cooked and one of my favourite gags in doujinshi is when someone, usually Kacchan, references his emotional instability. I’ll laugh and think “true sis” because I feel a kinship in that doujinka seeing it in him too. And then Izuku can also be a trigger happy cry baby and that’s not “normal” for shounen MCs. I adore Horikoshi for designing and fitting him outside the box of certified normal™ standards. Because that box is a trap. It’s a stereotypical, overused and tiring pitfall of shounen protags past. It does make you wonder, though… if Horikoshi isn’t afraid of making his MC completely susceptible to his emotions, what else isn’t he afraid of..?

Izuku presents as a high in “typically feminine” energies, incredibly giving, considerate, loving, sensitive, yet somehow still ambiguous teenager (none of us know for sure what he truly thinks or feels most of the time, as he is prone to keeping his innermost feelings tightly locked inside his chest, where they can’t be judged or rejected) and to round his personality off, his role was cast to a seiyuu who has a higher vocal register and the same beautiful soul, but Izuku can sometimes be emotionally volatile. I can’t think of any major shounens that have written their MC in this way. I think that is why we sometimes see people call bnha mid. Because just like the mha fandom dudebros who stan Izuku when he was at his worst because he was more of a Chad for them, I think these people simply don’t understand Izuku and his sensitivity to emotions he feels with his whole self, so they can’t relate to him well.

But that’s what makes him so unique and loveable to the rest of us - just as he represents quirklessness in the series, he is also a king of neurodiversity. His head’s got a screw or two loose, right? His thinking has always been out of whack and we know this to be true because the person who knows him best says it too and he doesn’t even know the other half of it.

Kacchan sees the boy who’s pushing himself too hard to prove his worth but from our perspective, Izuku also has breakdowns, ptsd, memory lapses and is losing his shit at the slightest slight to Kacchan. All of this is in contrast to Kacchan who used to be just as screwed up with his own lifelong misunderstandings and foul temperament, but has been slowly getting his act together, and while doing so, metaphorically grabbing Izuku by the hands, gently taking him along with him, to that same path of self-care that Kacchan also longs for him. So that they can live healthier lives together. Apologetically so, because Kacchan feels a lot of Izuku’s messed up thinking/behaviour is somewhat his fault. That simply by being in each other’s lives, their problems and feelings had become so tangled and twisted for years. So Kacchan has been desperately trying to unravel and blow away the garbage of it all and go back to how it should have been, had he taken that small, unassuming and kind hand 12, 13 years ago.

Their struggle and battle with feelings for each other is what makes the main bnha relationship so interesting and endearing. They say there’s a fine line between love and hate and they have both loved each other a lot and hated each other in between, but through it all, through every moment, in every interaction they have together, it is so clear to me and to all of us here rooting for them that they need and complete each other.

They are both for each other: the Ying to the other’s Yang, the quiet and understanding kindness to the fragile vulnerability, the heart on the other’s sleeve, the anchor of reason to the unreasonable and the personal hero who always saves them, again and again, without hesitation. Two complete opposites that eventually lost to their unshakeable magnetism, overcoming their messed up history together and subsequently revealing feelings that yield the angsty fine print of them both screaming out into the void:

 “PLEASE DON’T LEAVE MY SIDE!”

This kizuna-bound pair have gone through so much pain and misunderstanding, only to realise the life-or-death need and crazy, obsessive, passionate love for their “most closest” other half, and damn it, if they were never meant to become canon after all this slowburn buildup, I’m going to throw down with Kohei🥊😤… 😂

#bakudeku #phew #manifesting canon romance #@horikoshi #you aren’t allowed to jebait me kohei #op #bnha meta #bkdk brainrot #aka #kana isn’t managing her mental illness and expectations #Deku loves kacchan #Kacchan loves deku #izuku midoriya #Katsuki Bakugou #long post #🙈 #🥱 goodnight #must read meta

[thegoldencontracts]

Why is Azul you favorite? Who is your least favorite and why?

Why do love Azul? Let me just list everything rn (im soryyy i must yap about this man:

His backstory

The tragedy of the fact that he essentially becomes like his bullies by throwing his power around in turn

His complicated relationship with the twins

The tragedy of the fact that Azul has never experienced love and acceptance from anyone outside his family, always met with cruelty and rejection, causing him to become jaded towards the notion of sentimentality and hide his attachments to even things like his own restaurant with claims of being in it for the money

His work-ethic

He gets flustered by compliments and it's so cuteeeee asdjhfd,gjlksds

That scene with his baby pictures after his overblot and he's so embarrassed RHAKJEDFuhksrjg

The tragedy of the fact that Azul is so insecure despite all his talents. It's never good enough. It never will be. He's easily jealous (see book 6 with him and riddle) because he's so used to being mocked for being bottom of the barrel that he's always afraid of going back there.

ISDIOJFKLHSFKDJNSFGGSFN HES A GOOBER ISAJODFRKJGNFM

The fact that despite his weak appearance, he has sigma octo-strength. Like he would so kabedon floyd do you see what i am seeing (u cant bc im hallucinating,,, delulu T_T)

As for my least fave... not really sure ngl, Iike all the characters even if Azul and the octatrio are just my faves

I'd have to say Cater just bc WHY IS HE SO IRRELEVANT TO THE PLOT??? Like genuinely hes such an interesting character and for what... literally nothing would change if he wasn't there other than like someone else would paint the roses

and there's this (suuuper controversial from what ive heard) cater x vil writer and their portrayal pretty much became the main one for cater and tbh i just really did not vibe with it and it permanently soured his character for me bc i consume more fan-content than canon nowadays so fanon has a major impact on whether i like or dislike a character bc it'll be the source of most of my content (because let's face it there's DEFINITELY more fanfics than vignettes for the characters)

CATER FANS PLEASE DONT CANCEL ME I STILL LIKE HIM I JUST CANT STAN HIM THE SAME T_T

#azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #not a fic

[ashesandhackles]

Nearly Always Right: Remus and Harry

By @thecat-isblogging-blog , me, featuring inputs from @dragonlordette

I have talked about Harry and Remus' relationship before in Resurrection Stone meta, where Harry sees Remus as a mentor. A mentor who consistently equips him with tools - his favourite subject (DADA), his strongest spell (Patronus), a connection to his father and godfather. But there are themes in their conversations in POA that sets off seeds in Harry's arc. This conversation for example:

Harry sat stunned for a moment at the idea of someone having their soul sucked out through their mouth. But then he thought of Black.

"He deserves it," he said suddenly.

"You think so?" said Lupin lightly. "Do you really think anyone deserves that?"

From the beginning of Prisoner of Azkaban, the moral theme is "do bad people deserve bad things done to them". It starts with Uncle Vernon saying Sirius deserves the death penalty:

"When will they learn," said Uncle Vernon, pounding the table with his large purple fist, "that hanging's the only way to deal with these people?"

And, of course, the delightful Aunt Marge about Harry's case in "St. Brutus' Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys":

"Do they use the cane at St Brutus' boy?" she barked across the table.

"Er-"

Uncle Vernon nodded curtly behind Aunt Marge's back.

"Yes," said Harry. Then, feeling he might as well do the thing properly, he added, "All the time."

"Excellent," said Aunt Marge. "I won't have this namby-pamby wishy-washy nonsense about not hitting people who deserve it. A good thrashing is what's needed in 99 cases out of hundred. Have you been beaten often?"

[ Quick note, because I can't resist pointing out more connections the book sets up between Harry and Sirius from the beginning, apart from them being in innocents in these instances:

"No need to tell us he's no good," snorted Uncle Vernon, staring over the top of his newspaper at the prisoner. "Look at the state of him, the filthy layabout! Look at his hair!"

He shot a nasty look sideways at Harry, whose untidy hair has been a source of great annoyance to Uncle Vernon]

Justice and Mercy

Harry completely rejects the Dursleys as caregivers in this book by running away and he gains a mentor figure and a godfather in this book. The mentor, asks him a moral question that sets up an arc: "Do you really believe anyone deserves that?"

The question sets up seeds of mercy that Harry grants not only Peter, but also makes him the deliverer of justice to innocents: Sirius and Buckbeak. He drives the Dementors away from Sirius with a powerful Patronus, a spell Remus taught him and frees Buckbeak, delivering the justice promised at the beginning of the book.

Another notable factor is that Remus didn't answer the question for Harry (although it's clear he has his own feelings about it, especially since he brought up the idea of Sirius getting the Dementors' Kiss unprompted - a first for him in a book). He is opening space for Harry to process what he is thinking and feeling by asking the right questions, and trusting that Harry will make the right decision.

In the Shrieking Shack scene, both Remus and Sirius defer to Harry's judgement on what must be done with Peter. Harry also similarly rejects Remus' stance in Deathly Hallows about using Expelliarmus on Stan Shunpike - "I won't blast people out of the way. That's Voldemort's job."

In the final book of the series, Harry will come to a position where he will grant mercy to many: Draco, Snape, and even Voldemort. Have a look at how he reacts to Voldemort's mutilated soul:

He was afraid of it. Small and fragile and wounded though it was, he did not want to approach it. Nevertheless, he drew slowly nearer, ready to jump back at any moment. Soon he stood near enough to touch it, yet he could not bring himself to do it.

And Harry does not believe that Voldemort deserves it, a mutilated soul, stuck helplessly in a limbo and unable to go on. He offers Voldemort a chance to heal his soul:

"But before you try to kill me, I'd advise you to think about what you've done... think, and try for some remorse, Riddle..."

"What is this?"

Of all the things Harry had said to him, beyond any revelation or taunt, nothing had shocked Voldemort like this. Harry saw his pupils contract to thin slits, saw the skin around his eyes whiten.

"It's your one last chance," said Harry, "it's all you've got left...I've seen what you'll be otherwise...be a man.. try...try for some remorse..."

[Another note: a soul is sacrosanct in the series. That specifically Voldemort's mutilated soul being stuck and unable to move on, and the question of whether Sirius "deserves" to be rendered soulless - it is a strong thread in the series, and as @artemisia-black pointed out to me, in keeping with ideas of annihilationism: "hell is not existing"]

The Idea of Shame

Another theme that comes up prominently in conversation between Remus and Harry are the ideas of shame (and self loathing).

"Why? Why do they affect me like that? Am I just-?"

"It has nothing to do with weakness," said Professor Lupin sharply, as though he had read Harry's mind. "The Dementors affect you worse than the others because there are horrors in your past that the others don't have. (...) The worst that has happened to you Harry is enough to make anyone fall off their broom. You have nothing to feel ashamed of. " - POA

Remus picks up on Harry's feelings of embarrassment and insecurity and just like how Remus plants the seed of justice and mercy in Harry's mind, he also starts it with getting Harry to be kind to himself. Harry feels really vulnerable and insecure about "weakness", and Remus gets him to forgive himself for it before he even fully articulates that he shouldn't feel that way.

The roles reverse in Deathly Hallows, and Remus runs to Harry with his deep rooted shame and self-loathing:

"How can I forgive myself, when I knowingly risked passing on my own condition to an innocent child? And if, by some miracle, it is not like me, then it will be better off, a hundred times so, without a father of whom it must always be ashamed!"

(...)

"If the new regime thinks Muggle-borns are bad," Harry said, "what will they do to a half-werewolf whose father's in the Order? My father died trying to protect my mother and me, and you reckon he'd tell you to abandon your kid to go an adventure with us?"

Harry, of course, can't solve Remus' problems or his own internalised shame and self-loathing due to the stigma he faces as a werewolf in the wizarding society. But Harry can remind him what's important - the feelings of the child that will be left behind ("Parents shouldn't leave their kids unless they've got to").

And Remus gets the message, and is grateful for it - and he names Harry godfather to Teddy in honour of it.

Like many mentor figures and fathers Harry surpasses in the series as part of his arc (James, Sirius, Dumbledore), Harry surpasses Remus as well and Remus chooses to display trust in Harry's moral compass and instincts:

"I'd tell him to follow his instincts, which are good and nearly always right," - Remus Lupin, Deathly Hallows

#harry james potter #remus lupin #hp meta #harry potter

[blueberry-macaron]

Do you think people who always hated the LS have an easier time hating on Movie!Adrien than people who used to ship it?

From what I've seen anti LS peeps like movie!Adrien, while fans of the show hate him. I thought that was weird at first, but after thinking about it, I think I have an explanation as to why.

The focus of Movie!Adrien's sad backstory was the death of his mother and that causing problems in his relationship to his dad (who wasn't as much of a horrible person as in the show, so abuse wasn't really an issue the movie touched on) but also affecting him as a person. He was closed off and afraid of getting close to people. Basically you could say he was more like his PV version. That's already a strong contrast from his show self with the strong craving for human friendship and love, so that probably already threw people off who liked show!Adrien.

We first learn about his mom when he goes to that theather where she used to perform. It's his place where he feels closest to her. Then he starts talking about it with Marinette/Ladybug and in the end he reconsiles with his dad, telling him that "yes, mother's gone, but we're still here" and they hug it out, accepting things for what they are. Now I don't want to give the movie too much credit because this "arc" was not fleshed out at all. Most of that happens in the montage. The basis was there, but after establishing that, they rush through the movie and put their focus more on fights, the romance and the music. And I think this rushing through things is the reason Adrien enjoyers couldn't connect to this other Adrien. Basically "The first one was great, so why should I care about this new one that is so different? He's less outgoing despite his dad already pushing him away and him hating loneliness? He's more mean to LB during their banter for no apparent reason? Where is Chat being a shoulder to cry on when LB looses her self confidence?"

If you present a new interpretation of a character to fans of said character, you'll have to try a little harder to convince them this interpretation is good with actual good story telling, which this movie severely lacks due to the very simplistic plot, and also... not relying on the show and the audience having to fill the blanks with information from the show as much as the movie did.

Meanwhile salters see show!Adrien as someone who gets a lot just handed to him because he made a sad face, generally has no agency and makes Marinette's life harder than it has to be and they don't like that. Then along comes this other version where his emotions don't feel like a constant pity party but are something he learns how to deal with, he doesn't constantly makes missions harder than they have to be (expect the ending sort of) and he finally has some agency. That's what I like about the way he's being portrayed. And as I said, the movie doesn't flesh those aspects out, but the premise alone of Adrien having to overcome his mother's death with the help of people around him is so much more interesting and likeable for me and probably others too, unlike the constant whining about how hard his life is until somebondy (Marinette) comes along and bends over backwards to fix it for him while he stands around and looks pretty.

So yeah, that's my take on the situation. I do find it pretty funny though how some stans act like Movie!Adrien is some alpha dude bro while show!Adrien drinks his respect women juice. Not to burst your bubble but both handle LB's rejection very poorly and are dicks to her about it. At least movie!Adrien still jumped to action instead of immediately abandoning his miraculous

#ask #anon #ml salt #ml movie spoilers #Adrien salt #ml fandom salt #I guess #of course this doesn't apply to everyone #there are people who hate both #there are probably also people who like both idk #but this is my general impression from the salt tag

[thelady0fshalott]

you really missed the point of x-men ’97 if you think it’s endorsing great replacement theory. when THE VILLAINS are the ones spouting great replacement theory, that means the show is rejecting it! do the writers need to spell it out for you to make you understand? moreover, marvel’s mutants have always been the next step in human evolution. they aren’t only a persecuted minority; they’re literally the future of the human race. if you have an issue with that, take it up with the creators of x-men. that element has always been there. i guess you just didn’t notice until now.

So I want to take a moment and try to thoughtfully respond to the comment I got from Anonymous on my “Really Disney?” post. I do want to make it clear that I get it, no one likes it when something they enjoys is criticized. I’m not saying people shouldn’t like X-Men97, or the X-Men in general. I’m saying little thought and less skill went into writing the most complex part of X-Men97’s plot and when the bad guy says something truly horrible and uses examples as to the truth of his clams and our heroes instead of refuting what he says, instead of showing that this one person has a twisted and warped view on the world and reality, our heroes agree with the villain that his theory is correct but he shouldn’t be afraid because the right kind of people are doing the replacement, this is a problem.

I’m now going to address the argument in the comment I received one section at a time. I have put the comment in green to make it easier to see what I'm responding to.

Anonymous starts their response with “you really missed the point of x-men ’97 if you think it’s endorsing great replacement theory. when THE VILLAINS are the ones spouting great replacement theory, that means the show is rejecting it! do the writers need to spell it out for you to make you understand?” (Anonymous).

First off, just because a villain says it that does not make it false, heroes must refute the villains claims, which does not happen in X-Men97. The opposite is actually true. Jean confirms that yes, Mutants are replacing humans, Cable and Bishop also confirm that this is what happens in the future. Further, the villain in the show has examples of mutants replacing humans and taking their jobs (a major part of the replacement theory). This fascist theory would be fine as a villain dog whistle if the heroes engaged with him and showed how the theory is flawed, wrong and not truly happening but they don’t do that.

“moreover, marvel’s mutants have always been the next step in human evolution. they aren’t only a persecuted minority; they’re literally the future of the human race.” (Anonymous).

Second the argument in the comment agrees and supports that yes the replacement theory is the point of the show when it insist that humans will be replaced with mutants as the next stage of human evolution. Quote “… marvel’s mutants have always been the next step in human evolution… . They’re literally the future of the human race.” (Anonymous). Now lets address the shows chosen analog for mutant and human evolution future pathways, Neanderthals. As I mentioned in my post, “Really Disney?” Neanderthals were not replaced by humans, they Integrated and intermarried with modern humans and almost everyone on earth are decedents of these two branches marrying. (Fun fact most people have between 2-4% Neanderthals DNA). The theory that Neanderthals were replaced by humans was debunked some time ago and is just bad science, since the show is already doing such a bad job at pretending its 1997, and since it’s in a world where space-ships exists I feel they could afford to use good science even if it wasn’t proven at the time the show is set.

Lets also discuss the comments claim about mutants always being “the next step in human evolution. they aren’t only a persecuted minority… .” (Anonymous). I’m not claiming that mutants are only a persecuted minority, however, Stan Lee the man who invented mutants has said in many, many interviews that he invented mutants as an analog for the civil rights struggle happening in the 1960’s. Specifically mutants, like many oppressed groups, are marginalized because of the way they were born, not anything they’ve done. Yet, Stan Lee also wanted them to be heroes, who didn’t stop trying to help and ultimately fight for equality and integration. Further Christ Claremont who had the longest run on writing the X-Men (almost 2 consecutive decades) and basically defined most of the famous characters also wrote them as an analog for civil rights and the struggle for integration. These stories are more complex and explore what it is to be different and what it is to be human. I’ll make my point more clearly, in essences, yes, mutants were invented as an analog to civil rights, which though it has made great leaps since the 1960’s is an ongoing fight and more relevant today then every. So the statement about “they aren’t only a persecuted minority” is misinformed and reductive if this foundational aspect of the X-Men story is ignored.

“If you have an issue with that, take it up with the creators of x-men. that element has always been there. i guess you just didn’t notice until now.” (Anonymous).

As for the last statement I think I’ve already explained pretty well above how in fact those “element” have not always been there. They aren't there in the comics written by the two men who created and then defined who the X-Men were, its not in X-Men92, X-Men Evolution, its not there in the Fox Movies (aside from First Class which uses the out of date 1960’s science as period accurate misunderstanding.) Its just not in most of the media.

When the heroes don’t accurately refute the bad guys statements and instead say, yes we are replacing humans and we’re mutants which makes us better so we are the right kind of people doing the replacement this is not okay.

To be fair I don’t think the writer was trying to actually push fascist propaganda, the problem is the writing was done so poorly one can’t easily tell its not fascist propaganda, and that’s where the issue for me lies. In reality I’m sure that the writer wanted to do another tired Revenge Fantasy narrative. However, they tried bringing in heavier themes they didn’t have the skill to handle and ended up being crushed by them.

Again, I get it no one likes it when something they enjoys is criticized. However, I think its important to say that little thought and less skill went into writing the most complex part of X-Men97’s plot and when the bad guy says something truly horrible and uses examples as to the truth of his clams and our heroes instead of refuting what he says, instead of showing that this one person has a twisted and warped view on the world and reality, our heroes agree with the villain that his theory is correct but he shouldn’t be afraid because the right kind of people are doing the replacement, this is a problem.

As for the suggestion of taking it up with the creators I guess my question would be which creators? I have no problem with Stan Lee and Chris Claremont’s handling of the X-Men for the most part.

Finally if anyone is interested in the history of the X-Men and what makes up who the X-Men are at their core I’ll suggest a very informative and good documentaries, see the links below.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_6qVaux1d0 Chris Claremont's X-Men

#X-men97 #Ask #X-men 97 #X-men

[ravenadottir]

I love Lucas already with a passion. However your thoughts, opinions, and fiction is making me crush even more!!

(first and foremost, your pfp ??? QUEEN! now onto the post lol )

"I love Lucas already with a passion"

i feel this part so badly. i don't think there was any other character that made my jaw drop as low as it did when i saw him for the first time. and thank you for the love, i really appreciate!

now... since i like torturing the stans, me included, let me give you a few more villa headcanons.

pairing: lucas x mc

🖤 he's the type that pats his thigh, indicating for her to sit on it.

🖤 sneaks in the room when she has her back to the door, snakes his arms around her waist and whispers "hi luv" in her ear, especially if she's distracted.

🖤 sometimes he gets absorbed in what she's saying, so much that he gazes at her tenderly without noticing.

🖤 pulls her inside the cupboard to have a kiss. and a makeout session. and possibly other things.

🖤 rolls his eyes when she teases him but can't help a chuckle.

🖤 drops by the bathroom in the morning to see her fixing her hair, watching her while leaning against the door frame with his arms folded.

🖤 tries his best but can't help tossing his head back when laughing at her jokes.

🖤 lazy afternoons on the daybeds, talking about the places he wants to take her to. "you'll never get over how beautiful gimpo is at this time of the year. you're gonna love it."

🖤 his heart was jumping out of his chest when he asked her to be his girlfriend.

🖤 when she asks "do you think your parents will like me?", he shrugs, "my parents don't like anyone. i doubt they like me... so yeah, probably." he says with a slick smile.

🖤 if she's close to a boy/girl he doesn't like, he was trying his best to get along with them for her. insert gary and lottie.

🖤 wakes her up with a little grazing of knuckles on her leg/arm, kissing her on her forehead.

🖤 if she refuses to get up he shakes his head. "do you want breakfast in bed?" to which she would nod her head under the covers and make him say "you know i can't speak duvet, right?"

🖤 he missed her during casa amor, to the point he actually talked to the boys about it, which he would never do, but his only support system wasn't there.

🖤 "you surprise me by how much you made me care about you in so little time."

🖤 "my hair looks like shit today." he says while growling at the pomade in his hands, sighing, "can you help me?"

🖤 if he had ever seen her in his shirt he would lose his shit.

🖤 because alcohol is not 24/7 available to them, i think he stress ate after stick or switch until he was coupled up with her again. even gary made fun of him and lucas threw a bag of crisps at him. "how is this for eating my feelings?"

🖤 held back while talking to her at the roof terrace. he had already regretted his decision but didn't know how to not sound proud while apologizing.

🖤 he almost went for a kiss after she saved him, but he was scared to be rejected in front of everyone.

🖤 cooking together was the perfect opportunity for him to apologize properly and tell her what he felt during casa amor. "i'm really thankful for being saved by you."

"well, your only other option was lottie, so..."

"even if it happened, i would've stayed and tried to win you back. i fucked up and i wanted another chance."

🖤 he's a great dancer but was nervous during the prom dance, afraid to look bad in front of her.

🖤 his (real) speech included a part saying how mistaken he was for switching, and how small he felt when he saw he was wrong. "more than anything... i have to say, i'm happy to have a second chance, because i wouldn't forgive myself if i had lost the opportunity of knowing you better. i fell in love with you knowing it was going to happen since the beginning."

#litg #litg lucas #love island the game #litg s2 #litg season 2 #queue #headcanons #while in the villa

[bloogers-boogers]

Kyle Brofloski/ Eric Cartman (onesided) Eric Cartman/ Yentle (SP two-parter)

/Selfishness/ [part 2 ⬇️] 》》》》 [part 1]

~~~~~~~~~

After that day he only witnessed Cartman get closer to Yentle, he couldn't do much cause he feared people or Stan will pick up what was actually going on.

Still he did his research, printing piles of Cartman's criminal history, heading towards her house; that was across the block from his.

Knocking carefully the front door.

"Yeah?" She answered, tilting confused as she eyed him, "omy God, did Eric send you to give me a romantic note? He's such a tease~" she beamed in thought, guessing his why arrival.

"No, Yentle. I need to talk to you seriously," frowning slightly annoyed by that.

Her face went blank before gesturing to come in.

He pass her a notebook full of Cartman's shit, watching how the girl eyed carefully each page. The silent of the room was piercing deadly at his chest. He can only imagine how disappointed Cartman would be after being rejected by Yentle.

But, he can't say he feels any sorta of guilt for it.

Tapping his foot lightly desperately wanting to hear or see a reaction from her. Making sure it was a definitive she'll leave him alone.

But she seemed a little too unfazed by it, passing the notebook back to him. And pushing him to go towards the door as 'you should leave now.'

"Don't you have anything to say?" He asked confused by her lack of reaction.

"Eh, my dad has done worse," She shrugged before slamming the door in front of him.

He shuddered by the noise emitted, but he was left even more confused by what that meant, but it wasn't even remotely close of how angered he was for not achieving his goal.

Being back home gave him the freedom to look in to Yentle's own history, it didn't seem there was much more to the girl from what she had displayed in school but it seems her family was quite a reckless one. Her father was sent to a mental clinic two years ago because of his bad schizophrenia and murderous tendencies, he actually caused a lot of shit back in New York, which in one of those bad episodes was sent off to the clinic.

Her mother on the other side seem to be a narcissistic freak, the head of a model industry to be in fact. You can already see the arrogant personality in her interviews and written web articles describing her. She was definitely not the nicest person to deal with for what it's shown.

In his eyes this seem like a very a sad case, Yentle didn't seem to have a good and happy life.

The complete opposite of what she shows in school.

Maybe she can't even tell the difference between what was right for her and.. Cartman.

Cartman was like a mixture of both her parents, something she's already grown accustomed. So she probably found familiarity in him, but then again, he doubted Cartman would show his tendencies if he attempted to curt her.

°°°°

They were at starks pond enjoying their evening with no bother of the world until it was interrupted by no other then..

"Let's play gay chicken," Cartman blurted outta the blue.

"Okay," Kenny not so surprisingly agreeing to it, with zero hesitation, just searching for some fun and entertainment.

However he and Stan on the other side..

"Fuck no, dude!" Stan exclaimed baffling by the suggestion.

"No," He blankly stated, not very convincing.

The idea of being able to kiss Cartman with out it being questioned made him actually considered it.

His eyes landed straight on his lips as he heard Stan kept backing down to the idea.

"C'mon, Stan. Stop being such a pussy. Or are you afraid that you might actually like it?" Cartman taunt in his usual manner while Kenny snickered next to him.

"Shut up, fatboy. I'm not playing that shit."

"Aweee, you afraid you'll fall madly in love with you best friend~?" He kept edging Stan to his limits before he ceased in.

"Okay, fine," reluctantly giving up, "Kyle are you in?" He asked lightly.

"Fuck, no way dude." He denied with his head, even though internally he was already driving himself crazy to suck and flavor ever inch of Cartman's pink thin looking lips.

"Don't be a pussie, Kyle. If I'm doing it you're doing it too," Stan said with much more determination, probably just wanting it to get it over it before it even started.

He frowned but didn't protest on it, looking at Cartman who gestured them to form a circle.

"Rule number one, no one should know about this."

"As if we wanted people to know we kissed a fatass," Stan remarked sarcastically rolling his eyes.

"For your information, hippie, I'm a good kisser."

"Uhuh sure."

"Second rule, whoever budges out will have no complaints with our dares."

"Fair," Kenny added, beaming mischievously.

"Okay, that's much it," Cartman shrugged uninterested on adding anything else.

"Who goes first?" Kenny asked now looking at them expectantly.

"Well I suppose, if hippie dick right here has no worries about falling in love with my amazing kisses." Cartman once more gesture Stan in a provoking manner.

"Fuck you, dude," Stan blurted out but took the unspoken challenge, "watch yourself I don't want you to fall for me, fatboy."

"As if," Cartman chuckled in a laugh, before placing his face inches apart from Stan.

He and Kenny watched expectantly, eyeing the two boys In curiosity who just casually glared at each other before reluctantly closing the gap between their lips.

A small gasp came out from his mouth as he watched his friends make out.

Images of him and Cartman doing exactly that in a couple of minutes dreaded him.

Stan reluctantly placed his hands on Cartman's shoulders a minute after before moving his face away. Pretty much giving in the lost.

"Ha!" Cartman pointed at him victorious.

"Yeah, I can't keep this up man.." Stan winced in displeasure finally moving apart from him.

Cartman beamed while rubbing frantically his hands eyeing Kenny as if they were already sharing what to give Stan as punishment.

They made Stan pee on top of a police officer's car hood as they took a picture as evidence and– to laugh about it later. Running back to their first spot to continue the game.

"Stan, being our loser you must kiss the person of our choice," Cartman said in an arrogant manner making Stan huff.

"Jewboy if you give us the honor," He toothly grin, gesturing with his hand towards Stan.

He watched worrisome, as he gulped looking at his best friend in a mutual awkwardly stare.

Feeling his hands sweet he open and closed them a couple of times before leaning in to Stan's plastering their lips together, eyes now wide opened as he winced already feeling so weirded out by it, Stan pushing away after seconds in immediately sharing the same sentiment.

"Sorry, dude. But this is weird as fuck, it's like kissing family," he blurted out, eyes were still processing the whole thing.

He nodded frantically in understanding, he didn't like it all.

Cartman groaned loud, "uuuuuggggh you're all such pussies. We'll just wait after the next loser to give your dare, Hippie," he declared, gesturing Kenny; who grinned devilish.

Knowing that piece of shit he probably already made up a whole strategy to make them lose.

Moving excited, Kenny place himself in middle of the circle waiting for his competitor.

"Okay, so considering Stan is a pussie bitch and lost two times, I'll give this round to Kahal," Cartman stated smugly, shoving his hands inside his pockets.

"Hey, no fucking fair dude!? Kenny's a perv!" He exclaimed in disbelief.

"C'mon, Kyle. Do this for me," Stan pleaded with sad puppy eyes, clasping his hands together.

"Yeah, ky~ I'll be gentle," Kenny teased while Cartman howled in laughter.

"Make sure he loses, Ken," Cartman call him out, still having that annoying grin on him.

Kenny taunting nodded his head as he hummed some song.

And with out warning he smashed their lips together, he heard Stan gasped and Cartman snickering. Kenny kept on digging his tongue inside his mouth as he winced and tried to follow back, Kenny slid his hands on his chest provoking him to move backwards with he pushed forward in a huffed almost pushing him away, but backing down cause he didn't want to give that fatass the win.

It kept going for like two minutes before Kenny declared he was accepting the defeat.

"Can't keep it up, man," he sighed disappointed, panting heavily as he tried grasping for some air.

On the other end he was glad it was over, he felt like in any second he was gonna budge out.

"Dammit, kinny! What the fuck! You said you were good at that shit," Cartman exclaimed pissed off, he couldn't help but smile smugly by that

"I underestimated Kyle's determination on giving you that lost, fatboy," Kenny guessed right on his persistent.

He wiped with his hand any remaining saliva and licked his now drying lips, glaring daringly at Cartman.

"Sweet, that means it's our turn to pick the next player," Stan commented now more enthusiastic, pointing at Cartman with a grin as he gesture Kenny, "your turn, fatboy."

"Goddammit" he mustered after, accepting his lost, before smirking lightly at Kenny, "bring it up poor boy."

"I'll make you cum," Kenny teased, grabbing him from the waist.

"As if," Cartman rolled his eyes, resting his arms on his shoulders.

Both furiously began making out, Kenny with a loud thumped dropped Cartman on the ground gripping his brown hair as Cartman began sliding his hands under his jacket touching Kenny's bare skin.

"Wow.. is that how we're supposed to play..?" Stan murmured still not taking his eyes off the two, bewildered by the intense playing of their friends.

Kyle bit his tongue holding in his jealousy, gripping his side as tension was felt in his body. The only thing that kept him from kicking Kenny off was by imagining himself in his place.

It was like three minutes until Cartman began gasping for air calling in a truce.

"No truce, fatboy. You lost," Kenny declared, giving him a hand to stand up.

"Goddammit!" He whined childish, before kicking some dirt in a grunt.

"Alright, alright, let the actual fun begin," Kenny added, rubbing his hands frantically before pointing at Stan, "seeing you two up your assess today made me realize how funny it is to piss you guys off, why not you give me the honors, Stanley?"

"God, give me the fatass again," Stan complained, chugging in some air before stomping his way towards Cartman.

"Aye! Watch yourself," Cartman warned, cupping Stan cheeks in a desperate attempt to lead.

He puckered his lips planting them on Stan, now best friend knew how to keep up the pace of the game, running his hand on Cartman's back then yanking lightly his hair.

Cartman began following Stan's lead as he was let slammed against a tree, Stan towering Cartman licking his lips before sucking them again.

He glance at Kenny who was recording discreetly while snickering silently.

"So, are we placing our dares after the game's over?" Kenny asked out loud, receiving a muffled as a 'yes' from Cartman who gripped hardly on Stan's messy hair.

This gay motherfucker was letting himself get riddled up by Stan, he was far from comfortable seeing both his best friend and Cartman make out in a desperate attempt of dominance.

Well, sorta if you don't count Cartman uncharacteristically rubbing his crotch against Stan's leg making the other groaned in response biting his down lip sliding his tongue inside his mouth one last time before calling quits.

"Alright, you fucking win, Cartman," he surrender almost dizzy, his hands raise up in the air.

"Sweet," Cartman mustered out laying himself against the tree arms crossed behind his neck, "you're next with Kenny."

Stan looked worrisome at the boy in question, who just licked his lips in a playful manner.

"Better do me just like Cartman, Stanley boy~"

Stan gulped, knowingly what he was about to get in to.

In a matter of seconds, Kenny lunged on to Stan gripping his waist and dragging him to the same tree he was previously pinning Cartman, now lifting him up as his legs hold on to Kenny's waist.

Stan yelped by the abrupt gesture, trying to grasp his hands on Kenny's cheeks but wasn't let to as Kenny shove harshly his tongue against him crashing their teeth together, opening his eyes in surprise.

"Damn, Ken's upping his game," Cartman mustered while checking out his nails, unfazed by the scenery.

In less than seconds Stan pulled away accepting once more defeat.

"Fuck no, dude! You crazy beast," He exclaimed grasping for any bit of air given.

Kenny licked his teeth in a beaming victory, then smiling innocently.

Now looking at Kyle with mischievous eyes and slowing eying Cartman while the fatboy laughed at Stan.

He gulped already knowing who was up next, twitching fingers as his nerves grew.

"Eric~" Kenny sang, getting Cartman to look at him, "pew pew!" He pointed in a 'bang-bang' manner at both himself and Cartman.

Cartman expression went flat, but immediately covered it up with a grinned.

"Alright, gaywad bring it on," Cartman challenged him already in the middle of the circle.

He unintentionally licked his lips moving forward and getting closer to him, already feeling himself be dragged by the heating feeling but a ring resonated loudly coming from Cartman's pocket making him stop in tracks.

Cartman took out his phone to check who it was, immediately answering the incoming call.

"Yentle?" He beamed excited, biting his nails intrigued, holding on to the phone for dear life.

Slightly walking away from him as he indulge in the conversation he was having.

"Ofcourse I'm available!" He exclaimed, almost forgetting he was being watch by three pair of eyes, "Yeah, yeah! I'll pick you up, see you there." And with that he hang up before walking away.

"Hey, what the fuck dude!?" He finally exclaimed angry, "are you chickenin' out?" He excused his jealous and disappointed outburst.

Cartman didn't bothered looking back, "Yentle just asked me out on a date! I ain't losing my chances by spending my time on you losers," he answered casually, his voice growing lower as he was far apart.

"What about your dare, fatboy!" Stan screamed offended.

"Eh, I'll do it later, bye faggots!" Gesturing them the middle finger as he ditched them running away.

He tsk, clenching his fist tightly.

He couldn't bat an eye that night, still anger eating every inch of his body digging his nails against his skin until he felt blood dripping out from his palms, he tried distracting himself scrolling through his phone but he immediately regretted it as he saw a post from Yentle of a photo of her and Cartman infront of a movie theater; fatass laying his head on her shoulders smiling widely as she peace signed.

Caption: 'best night ever! 📌 @ EricCart_brah'

Cartman was the first to comment back with a 'madly in love with the most beautiful jew💕'

He threw harshly his phone to the wall in a huff, as he grunted under the covers, digging his nails furious in his pillow.

°°°°

"God, what happened to your screen?" Stan asked as he eyed his phone.

"It's just the screen protector," he mustered out not with much energy, scrolling endlessly on his social media.

He was in a bad mood.

Cartman and Kenny walked their way, and he greeted 'cheerfully', "hey, gay chicken."

"Seriously, Kahal? Is this how we are gonna play," Cartman rolled his eyes, but his smirk never vanished, "you guys should guess what happened yesterday."

"What?" Stan asked, glancing his way.

"I finally asked Yentle if we can go out this Friday night, I'm planning to finally ask her to be my girlfriend," he said cheerful, pride spread in those upward curled lips.

"Congrats man, wish you luck"

"Why thank you, Stan," he kept smiling, now glancing at him, "not gonna say anything, Kyel?"

"What's there to say? You're a gay chicken, wussed out on a dare."

"I did not wuss out on my dare, in a matter of fact I did it this morning. Kenny gave it to me the moment I stood out from my house," he defensively gesture Kenny who raised his hands in surrender.

"Oh shit, really?," Stan interested peeked in, "what did you give him, Ken?"

Kenny smirked taking out his phone.

"Dude, you did not smack Heidi Turners ass," Stan said baffled eying the video of Cartman doing exactly that at a pissed off Heidi.

"He also got the whopping of his life," Kenny added howling in laughter.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Cartman roll his eyes to that, "atleast she didn't accused me for sexual harassment."

"Oh shit, now that I look closer, you cover up your bruises with makeup?" Stan eyed Cartman closer.

"Yup, I have to look good for Yentle today, we're gonna go out for lunch this evening," Cartman explained with added disinterest.

"She did you bad," Stan continued snickering as he kept watching the video; now Heidi had Cartman pinned down in the ground punching him on the face endlessly a whining Cartman was heard in full blast.

'NAAH!! STOPP HEIDI STOPP! BWAAAAAH!'

'YOU PIECE OF SHIT!'

'AHHHH!! NYAAAH!'

'QUIT CRYING I DIDN'T EVEN PUNCHED YOU THAT TIME!?'

'¡YoU hIt mE iN mY aRm!'

With that they burst in to laughter and he couldn't help but smile because that was indeed hilarious. Cartman huffed, crossing his arms while they kept pissing themselves with all that humorous cry.

He glance at Cartman's lips, the disappointing feeling surging up again, watching back in sadness the road.

He waited until lunch time to grab Cartman by the collar, dragging him out to the back of the school.

"Owe! Kahal, what the fuck!?" He whined in protest finally letting go, "Jesus you've been acting like some rabid hymen."

"It's hyena, dumbass," he deadpan corrected, "you've never back down from a fight, fatass what's your deal?"

"What?," Cartman blurted out confused, "I haven't back down on anything, didn't you see how I took Heidi's ass whooping? That's some determination I got there."

"I'm talking about the challenge! You bailed like a complete pussy!" He screamed in an acussing manner.

Cartman eyed him amused, "OHH– I completely forgot about that shit."

"Ofcourse you did, cause now days you've only been a whipped bitch. You're completely acting like a love stuck Stan."

"Aye! Low blow right there! I'm in love, and being in love changes you in many ways, Kahal! I'm distracted cause I don't want to lose my chance with Yentle. I got alot of competition out there, dude! Try to understand where I'm coming from.

I'm still me and I won't change for some chick," he exclaimed frustrated, exhaling heavily as he rubbed his temples, "I just want to make things serious with Yentle and I'll go back to my usual self, kahal.

Yentle is special to me, I don't want to lose her."

He huffed crossing his arm, dismissively.

"Then lets finished were we left off," he sneered, causing Cartman to raise his brows in surprise.

"What? You mean like.. right now?" Eying the isolated area before looking his way, "wouldn't that make it gay..? I mean, we're completely alone and there's no other witnesses here and-"

"Chicken?"

"No! I just- I think it's kinda weird to suggest.. I don't think I'm comfortable knowing there's no one else.. the whole point about witnesses is for it to seem it's a challenge and not two boys seemingly wanting to experiment," he kept on blabbering, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Fine," he spat sternly, looking for the first stray dog he could find, placing it in front of them, "there. Now there's a witness, comfortable now, fatass?."

Cartman arched a brow looking at the dog that was licking its balls, scratching his head in confusion.

"I don't know.. it kinda feels like you're actually desperate for me to–"

"KISS ME OR I'LL FOREVER CALL YOU A CHICKEN BACKTRACKING LOSER"

"Alright Goddamn!" Cartman exclaimed nervously ceading in, "who put you such immense piles of sand up your vagina," he mumbled out, before tentatively placing his chubby hand on his shoulders.

He leaned instantly closing the small gap between them, finally feeling himself relaxed from that previous tension. He cupped Cartman's cheeks deepening the kiss, flavoring Cartman's mouth as he licked them entirely before shoving his tongue in him receiving a 'hmph!' From Cartman who kept his hands still on his shoulders seemingly not moving a single muscle just letting him lead the entire thing.

He frowned already feeling the lack of hand grabbing from the opposite; with Stan and Kenny he was all over the place but with him he was all stiff and tense, it was really making him feel unwanted.

Which technically he was.. but still.

He began gently caressing Cartman's cheek with his thumb, kissing him in small pecks before deepening it further, somehow trying to make Cartman realize his feelings with the connection they're making.

He felt Cartman's hands carefully place on his neck before sliding down his chest, slowly backing himself away breaking the kiss. Eying him fanatically, still grasping what happened.

"I think.. I'll accept defeat just this once," he winced out almost pitying, removing his hands off pushing him lightly away.

He looked his way with his mouth agape, swallowing hard as he saw Cartman stand up. He didn't bother looking at him as he walked off, he knew damn well Cartman just rejected his ass.

Theres no damn way Cartman wouldn't had realized his feelings by that point, he may be stupid but he wasn't that stupid.

He felt his cheeks reddened with embarrassment as tears fell their way down, feeling his throat dry up as he clenched his fist frustrated, ashamed, humiliated and defeated.

°°°°

"I'm giving you a one in lifetime opportunity here, Kyle," Cartman said while laying on his bed with his arms behind his neck, "I'm letting this slide for the sake of our broship."

He had decided to go talk with Cartman after three dense days with out giving each other a single glance, luckily it didn't seemed to be questioned by their gang.

Cartman had different classes as him out of those three days sharing atleast two classes in each day, if you exclude wednesday where it was actually one. So it wasn't outta the ordinary to not be seen around together even though at the bus stop it was very noticeable the bickery absence of the two.

Gosh, he was even pronouncing his name correctly.

"Look, dude, I personally don't want to ruined what we have."

"And I COMPLETELY agree with you on that, jew. But it's kinda hard to not act like things haven't changed if you keep giving me the googly eyes," Cartman added with a weird hand gesture signaling his eyes as he bashed his eyelashes in a dramatic effect.

"I'm not giving you "the googly eyes", fatass," he spat dryly, "I just want things to be normal between us, that's it."

"Uhuh," he rolled his eyes, seemingly not believing that.

"What?"

"Nothing–" he dragged his word, before getting off from bed, "look, just.. don't expect me to correspond of some shit like that. I may be quarter bi but that doesn't mean I have to go and accept any confused jew my way," he exclaimed not so long, placing his hands on his hips.

"I'm in love with Yentle, and I'm planning to make her my girlfriend this Friday and I don't want you getting in my way from doing that," he pointed accusatory at him

He couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Okay, fine. Friends?"

"Rivals," he corrected with a soft smile.

He frowned, but nodded reluctantly after a few seconds.

"Okay, but– now that you know about my-"

"Kahal, you better not come to me with that shit of being some clingy obnoxious pursuer, I made myself clear to you that NO gay shit!

Just us, being completely ourselves, the normal casual 'i do that, you disagree with that" type of stuff."

"Fine. But I can't promise you shit."

"Wooow, fine whatever. Just don't ruin my thing with Yentle and I won't try killing you," he shrugged, before looking through his closet, "do you want to.. play video games?"

He supposed their was no choice but to reluctantly having to accept the 'no' just this once. Even if that meant having to see the boy he's been pursuing for almost the entire years of his life get entangled with a girl who knows so little about him.

"Sure, but I take the white controller."

"What!? Nu-huh, kahal, that's the good controller!"

Even if he still didn't manage to fully do what they agreed on, having a couple of slips and making some moves on Cartman. It was still inevitable to prevent him from marrying the woman he hopelessly fell in love with and now building a family together after finishing their college years.

He won't deny Yentle has done a great job on calming Cartman down as a person, being experienced in the matter, he felt quite envious. But grateful too.

Sometimes he wonder, if he had manage to convince himself on falling to Cartman's little set up play with Yentle, would things have been different?

“Uncle Kyle, uncle Kyle!” He heard Moisha call him from outside his house, entering his home like if it were his own like a complete Cartman would. Menorah following behind, beaming.

“We got the best of news!” The girl exclaimed, now both children stood infront of him while he was just laying on the couch with a glass of wine.

“Let me guess, your father finally divorced your mother?” He responded quite unresponsive, eyes drifted to the ceiling, definetly the alcohol talking.

“Dont be silly, uncle Kyle!” Moisha ignore his obvious remark, already very use to his bitterly attitude by now, “my dad is gonna take us to disney world next week!”

“Oh, how fun,” he said sarcastically, before resting his head on the couch leaning deep of the abyss comfort as he closed his eyes.

Moisha climb the couch gripping on his shoulders shaking him frantically, “uncle Kyle stop being such a sore loser because our dad rejected your ass in high school and listen to usssss!”

“Alright, what?” He spat almost shoving the boy off, but was met with the most pleading big eyes. He soften now looking at both children.

Moisha jump back on his heels next to his sister still beaming happily, “papa said we can take two friends along with us, we were wondering if we can take Adam and Eve with us?”

He stare blankly in thought. The idea of letting his children go with the Cartman's thrilled him in many ways. But then again..

“Dont you guys not get along? Im pretty sure Adam doesn’t like you Moisha.”

“But he likes Menorah! And we don’t really have many other friends their parent would trust enough to let them go with us on a trip that long,” he admitted, sadness appearing in both their face.

“How long exactly this is?”

“Two days!”

“Pretty much the weekend, but daddy is gonna get us back on the road before 8 of the night so we arrive at south park early before school!

So mr perfect attendance won’t miss school either, and our mom and dad would be switching turns so you don’t have to worry about sleep crashing like the paranoid ass you are,” Menorah now added, also a small insult towards Adam's way.

Not that he was faze by it either, those two didn’t get along at all, but he resonated with his son’s determination to pursue the girl he likes so much.

Ironically also being a Cartman, maybe even hopeful he could have the luck or chance he wasn't given.

“Well, if you convince Adam on going, then sure, why not?” He shrugged before sipping on his wine while both kids cheered excitedly while dashing back outside.

°°°°

"The fuck dad!?" He heard his son scream from the living room slamming the front door while he was making a sandwich in the kitchen counter.

"Hmm?" He mustered still unfazed by the curses his way, finally giving a bite to his sandwich now eyeing his raged son who glared from the frame door.

"You told the Cartman's I'll be going to their lame ass trip!?"

"Well, not exactly completely settle things out–" the phone ring and he pick it up, still munching on his sandwich. "Hello? Oh, hey fatass. Yeah dude, your kids told me already," he glanced Adam's way, who was basically murdering him with a stare, "totally cool for me, was just— talking to Adam about it he's super thrilled to go. Yeah, okay. Alright then it's settle, Friday morning you can pick up my kids, m-hmm Alright, bye."

And with a clack, he hang up.

"Okay, now it's settle." He finished, giving another bite of his sandwich, now placing it on a plate.

"Dude! I had plans this Saturday. Me and the guys are going to the haunted mansion of Donovans!"

"Was. I already told Cartman you and Eve are going."

"Ughhh not fair!" He groaned exasperated.

"You know, back in my day me and your uncles would've died by the idea of going to Disneyland," he commented nostalgic, opening the fridge and grabbing some juice.

"Yeah, it's sooo fun to go to a place of greedy money eating homophobic mother fuckers and mascots that sexually assault their target audience. How fucking exciting—" he stated sarcastically, "Oh and let me add being around the most cringe lovingly family of all South Park!"

"C'mon it's not that bad."

"Would you stay a night at the Cartman's!?" He declared incredulous.

"I would if I could," he mustered, not paying much mind and grabbing a glass.

"Ugh, here you go again with your creepy obsession with uncle Eric."

"In my defense he started it!" He barked back pointing accusing, "it doesn't matter, you're going to disneyland you like it or not."

"Agh! I hate you!" He grunted out loud before storming off to his room.

He sighed drinking his orange juice.

Having a family himself he's learned to mellow down his anger, but not so surprisingly his children heritage his.. attributes. Or as Cartman would say his 'Jewish rage'.

Anyone would think he'd keep himself away from finding love elsewhere even if he has to repress his urges on pursuing a married man.

Though, during that period of love searching he only found a woman who eventually cheated on him with the Amazon deliver guy and in all honesty didn't love at all, but it really left him feeling bitter about it.

Only good that came out from that reckless marriage was his children: Adam and Eve.

Adam has always been a caring and nice boy, but ever since his mother abandoned them he's become quite rebellious. Though, he truly doesn't blame him.

And Eve, however, was very young when their mother decided to bail so she didn't seem to take the affect as bad as Adam did. She did feel the absence of a mother figure but she's the same as always; sweet, caring and loving.

Sometimes he wonder how the hell did Cartman manage to he a better father than him?

"Okay, is that it?" Cartman asked shoving two small suitcases closing the truck.

"Yeah, that's all of it," he stated now looking at his children, Eve getting inside the car and being warmly welcome by Mrs. Cartman with a baby in arms.

Adam on the other hand watched reluctantly at the two other children who peeked from the window.

"C'mon you little wuss, what's taking you so long!?" Menorah mustered out loud, annoyed.

"Don't call me a wuss, you bitch!" Adam hissed back, glaring.

Yeah, his ways weren't very affectionate or romantic at the minimum.

But Adam never grew tired of ranting how 'cute Menorah's frown was' or that she looked 'cute with the new hair ties' she'd use. Being victim of his son's caramelized crush, having to endure hearing all of his mix rants about how Menorah was both an 'hypocrite little snake' to a 'adorable sweet caring girl'.

"Don't call me a bitch you ass licker!"

"Don't call me an ass licker you–"

"Can you guys both shut the fuck already and get inside," Moisha chimed in bored, "pussy whipped."

"Shut up fatboy, don't tell me what to do!" He spat, before reluctantly entering the car and slamming the door harshly.

"Aye! I ain't fat you dumb jew!"

"I swear, Moisha I would not hesitate on punching you on that smug face of yours and you're also jewish you dumbass!"

"It's MOISHE not Moisha! M-O-I- SH-EEEE pronounce it right!"

"Language children!" Cartman scold a little too late, not taking it too seriously as he cleaned the lenses of his glasses unbothered. But they all kept their voices low after that, "anyways, I'll call once we're there," he added heading towards the car and entering the driver seat, following behind he leaned against the window knocking lightly as Cartman lower the window.

Both Cartman and Yentle looking confused at him.

"Just wanted to wish you guys a nice trip and–" he smirked mischievous, seeing how Cartman turned the engine on, "I'm— sailing away set an open ofcourse for the virgin sea~"

"Goddammit, Kahaaal!" Cartman screamed frustrated hitting the wheel, holding it out before bursting, " 'CAUSE I'VE GOT TO BE FREE FREE TO FACE THE LIFE THAT'S AHEAD OF ME‐" he kept singing now driving off with confused children and a concerned wife at his full care.

He snickered as he watched the car leave from sight.

It wasn't too bad being given a no.

Though, now he wasn't sure if he could consider Cartman as family.

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#south park #eric cartman #kyle brovlofski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #kyman #sp kyman #sp two-parter #oneside kyle brofloski !! #i tried searching for the post were i got the gay chicken concept from but i couldn't find it:c #kyle being the bitter uncle of the family gives me so many ideas 😂

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Into The Blue, Chapter 2

Word Count:  665

“WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME?”

Homelander continued to stare angrily at the tank, the woman suspended in it clearly not so much as bothered by the upset superhero outside of it.  The tears had long since dried up, and so had his sadness.  All that had been left was pure rage. 

It had been almost ten years since he was put in charge of the Seven.  The last of Payback had finally retired and he was left to create his own team.  And in recent years, he thought he would be happy, until he found out that Stan Edgar was the one really pulling the strings. 

He was no longer a young superhero in his twenties and had matured into a charming figurehead that the city loved.  At least, that’s the front that everyone saw. 

But behind closed doors he had a temper.  He was needy.  Homelander was looking for the rejection that he’d faced at every turn.  He was more than a person to them.  So people didn’t try to talk to him.  They just gawked at him. 

He wanted to be treated like the other people in the city.  He wanted people to ask to get to know him not because of his name or his superpowers, but because he too was human. 

“Has she ever answered anyone back?”

Homelander snapped around, anger coursing through his veins.  The young superhero that was Lamplighter stood by the entrance; his staff lit up beside him.  Homelander’s jaw ticked at the stupidity of the question, “Get out.”

But Lamplighter refused to move, “so do you just stare at her all the time when you disappear?”

Homelander’s jaw grinded together as he glared at the younger man, “I want to be alone, Lamplighter.”

“So, this is her…”

The young hero placed his staff against the wall and the flame went out.  He dropped his hood and took off his goggles and took a few steps forward. 

Suddenly Homelander didn’t feel rage.  He felt a vulnerability as the hero came towards himself and Blue.

“You should leave, Chuck.”

“Sh-she’s alive in there?” He asked slowly, unsure about how to phrase his question.  Homelander took a few steps until he was both in front of her tank, as well as between herself and Lamplighter. 

“Lamplight-“

But Homelander stopped himself when he noticed the unnatural blue hue in Lamplighter’s irises.  The superhero seemed like he wasn’t entirely there as he continued to stare at her tank.  His breathing slowed and found a rhythm, but he became quiet in a way that Homelander began to feel nervous at. 

He turned slowly towards the tank and took a few steps towards it.  There were no obvious differences to the tank.  Blue was still inside of it, and it looked like she was peacefully sleeping.  But when he went to turn around, Lamplighter was right behind him, already reaching out to touch the tank.  Homelander felt like his throat had dropped into his stomach.  His eyes went wide, and he pushed Lamplighter away.  The younger superhero went into the wall, the blue from his eyes fading as the seconds passed. 

Homelander stood in silence, his focus going between Lamplighter and Blue.  But neither one budged. 

When he opened his eyes a few minutes later, he seemed disoriented, confused as to what he was doing on the ground. 

“Where-why am I-“

“We need to get you to see Mr. Edgar,” Homelander said quickly, finally rushing to his team member’s side to help him up, “Blue…she-she was in your head.  You tried to touch her.  What was the last thing you remember, Lamplighter?”

“I-I don’t know,” he shrugged, confused, and slightly afraid of his own answer, “I don’t know!”

Homelander rushed lamplighter away from the tank, and out of the room.  But had he taken a second to look back, he would have noticed Blue had turned her head, and her eyes were open as she took in the two superheroes retreating from her.

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[walks-the-ages]

[ID: a screenshot of the Tumblr mobile inbox, showing an anonymous message that reads as: I just ran into this anti-Adrien blog. I get that Adrien isn't perfect and there are some issues with his character, but isn't it a little obsessive to have an entire hate/slander blog? He's not even a real person, like chill." End ID]

Lolol @antiadrienagreste , and maybe even @miraculouscontent and @adriensaltprompts I got someone in my inbox who was either too afraid to put their anon comments in your own inboxes, or you all have already have them blocked over there lol. I'm guessing from the ""slander "" comment that this is directed at @antiadrienagreste but you know how Adrien Stan's work, any word against their sunshine child is 'slander'!

I mean, what are you expecting anon? For me to *not* block you? You can cry all you want about Adrien "not being real so it's not a big deal", but I genuinely do not care.

The *entire* ML fandom is full of blogs dedicated to gushing over his character and defending his every single criticism while spouting literal sexist, victim blaming, rape apologism word for word.

("She's playing hard to get/she secretly enjoys his flirting/

she hasn't actually told him no yet/

she just needs to say yes once and give him a chance before turning him down/

she stood him up! She said maybe instead of no, that translates to yes!!/

She hurts his feelings when she rejects him, never mind how she feels having to constantly fend him off!/

she secretly enjoys him calling her pet names that she verbally rejects!/

If she really didn't enjoy his advances, she would punch him in the face! It's not his fault he ignores every single of her verbal and physical rejections !/

She's leading him on, because they joke around sometimes!"

And more. So many more. Etc)

Are you going to tell those people to "chill", or are you only bringing your "it's just fiction, calm down" "reasonable" tone of voice arguments against the blogs that point out *how fucked up it is that 45 year old white men have spent the past 8 years drilling it into young impressionable kids heads that sexual harassment is romantic?*

#adrien salt #things adrien stans say #Miraculous Ladybug #ml #shit adrien stans say #bold text

[stedebonnit]

Jfc NOBODY IS SAYING THAT STEDE'S TRAUMA EXCUSES HIS ACTIONS. Like. Why the FUCK is that always the first place you assholes go. You can't even acknowledge he HAS IT most of the time, but when you do the first thing you say about it is, "but that doesn't excuse anything!" No. One. Says. It. Does. But it would be nice to be able to fucking acknowledge it AT ALL without your asshole takes. We get it. You think Stede is the fucking worst and his trauma doesn't matter. Shut the fuck up.

Omg Stede anon is back!! Wow Im so honoured, welcome back!

I literally said in my tags that his trauma is what makes his actions so heartbreaking. Like I said, its nuanced. Someones actions can be hurtful to others and also incredibly understandable given the circumstances they're in. Which is why its so similar to his privilege, because Stede was raised in that privilege. The point is that hes a good man because he tries to learn and grow, as Im sure he'll do in this scenario as well.

Like I said, it fucking hurts to be told your self hatred hurts the people you care about. Most people who adopt self-hatred like Stedes do so for two reasons

1. To protect themselves from harm (via rejection, abuse, neglect, etc.)

2. To protect others from harm (because when you're told often enough that your existence is wrong, you start to internalize it and believe that your existence hurts others.)

That second one is so powerful, because yes, self-hate is selfish in the sense that you really have to believe that you're special or unique to believe that you, and only you, matter enough to be so deeply deserving of bad things. But the other piece is that most people who hate themselve that deeply also genuinely want to do whats best for others. Its why i see so many clients in therapy who tell me theyre afraid to be kinder to themselves because they think itll make them selfish.

Thats the stage that I see Stede at. He doesnt yet have the understanding, because of his history of trauma and chronic invalidation, to be able to contextualize how deeply selfish his self hate is. Moreover, he genuinely believes that hes doing whats best for others by acting the way he does.

This doesnt take away the hurt he caused. This doesnt negate the decisions hes made.

When I was deeply hurting, faced with a similar mindset, I made decisions that hurt people. I had a therapist tell me one session that I had hurt her by assuming the worst in her, something that I did because of how deeply I hated myself.

I resent my actions, still, to this day, and yet she showed me empathy and kindness and helped me forge a path forward so I wouldnt hurts others that way in the future.

Because of her pointing out the hurt I caused, i was able to learn and grow, and am a better, kinder person now because of it.

Thats what I mean when I say it doesnt negate the hurt he caused. Because often times seeing the hurt our self hatred causes is the ingredient thats needed to push us in the direction of healing, because we dont love ourselves enough to do it for us, but we love others enough to start that journey for them.

Anyways, its a topic Im deeply interested in, so even though you called me an asshole, Im grateful for you reaching out because it gave me the opportunity to put my thoughts into words, because as I said, I believe its an incredibly nuanced discussion, but as a Stede stan through and through it always makes me chuckle when I get these anons.

#ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet #gentlebeard #d speaks #ask #anonymous