#their friendship was honestly so toxic

[fresiants]

As much as I love Severus and Lily's friendship, I couldn't help but realise how toxic they were together. Their inability to understand each other in The Prince's Tale is honestly astonishing.

The fact that many Snaters are labeling Severus as "obsessive and controlling" for simply wanting Lily to stay away from the Marauders is baffling to me. As someone who has experienced bullying, I would be devastated if my best friend ever became close to, let alone defended, any of my bullies. Him wanting Lily to keep her distance from the Marauders and to stop defending them were not unreasonable requests, and he had every right to feel hurt by her actions.

The same can be said for Lily. She had every right to feel hurt when Severus chose to befriend Mulciber and co who believe in blood supremacy and openly looked down on Muggleborns. These two experienced discrimination and bullying yet still failed to see each others' point of view. Still failed to put themselves in each others' shoes.

I mean, take a look at this scene :

"We are, Sev, but I don't like some of the people you're hanging round with! I'm sorry, but I detest Avery and Mulciber! Mulciber! What do you see in him, Sev, he's creepy! D'you know what he tried to do to Mary MacDonald the other day?" Lily had reached a pillar and leaned against it, looking up into the thin, sallow face.

"That was nothing," said Snape. "It was a laugh, that's all —"

"It was Dark Magic, and if you think that's funny —"

And this :

“They don’t use Dark Magic, though.” She dropped her voice. “And you’re being really ungrateful. I heard what happened the other night. You went sneaking down that tunnel by the Whomping Willow, and James Potter saved you from whatever’s down there— ”

Snape’s whole face contorted and he spluttered, “Saved? Saved? You think he was playing the hero? He was saving his neck and his friends’ too! You’re not going to— I won’t let you— ”

Why was it necessary for these two to make excuses for these people? When they know goddamn well their best friend was effected by these people's actions.

Who the fuck cares if James Potter and Sirius Black had never use a single dark magic? They still use bunch of harmful spells to attack people. And given all the relentless bullying that Snape suffered from James and the others, he wasn't under any obligation to feel grateful to James for "saving" him that night.

It's also baffling that Severus found Mulciber's behavior amusing, given that he himself had experienced bullying firsthand. I feel like they need a third party to get involved and help them understand each others' point of view in order to keep their friendship from crumbling apart. Smh.

#severus snape #lily evans #pro severus snape #pro snape #pro severus #their friendship was honestly so toxic #and they were supposed to be BEST FRIEND #anti marauders #anti james potter #anti sirius black #harry potter #anti snaters #harry potter fandom #harry potter analysis

[landmine-princess-annabelle]

Running into your toxic friends, standing up to them, and cutting them out of your life be like:

#my post #pien #ぴえん #pien kei #ぴえん系 #pienblr #my melody #kuromi #sanrio #toxic friends #toxic friendship #fake friends #mental health #mental health matters #honestly i wish it would happen so i can stand up for myself like i should have

[tildexart]

its amazing how one bad relationship can ruin your future friendships and how you communicate with others

did you know that i don’t talk as vibrantly as i used to, because you taught me that enthusiasm was pointless? did you know that i have to shut down half of the conversations im in because they relate to something you said? how many topics i avoid because you ruined it for me? how i cant talk about the music i like without making myself into a joke because you belittled it in front of me? in front of others? how i cant listen to my friends vent or discuss heavy topics because of the pressure you put on me to carry your burdens? how i wait to reply to others because whats the point, ill end up waiting days for a response anyway? how new messages are overwhelming because what if its you, giving me bad news again? how i struggle to listen to others talk about their interests because you never cared for mine? how my friends hanging out with others without me makes me sick because you would leverage that against me?

how i struggle to tell a friend i love them because you just had to ruin that too?

how that, even now that youre gone i still see you everywhere? and it makes me feel ill.

idk. its just wild how easily people can fuck up each others lives, intentionally or not.

#dont rb or comment on this to give me sympathy #im posting this in hopes that others can relate #vent post #tw vent #cw vent #tilda rambles #honestly this is less of a vent and more of a way to explain to my friends why i am the way i am #long story short #get out of a toxic friendship as soon as you see the cracks start to form!! #and to my current friends #im still healing so if my side of the conversation sounds awful #its cause i stil have to distance everything from Them #thems the breaks

[silenthill2ps2]

alright i finished silent hill the short message it was peak and doesn't deserve any of the hate it gets but i made the horrible mistake of watching it late at night so now i can't stop crying thinking about my own childhood LMAO

#al post #i was really touched by this game like maybe even on the same level as sh2 #it's too fucking real like uncomfortably real #especially with the whole social media/depression/toxic friendships stuff #but when it got to anita's relationship with her mother it was just way too real #anita maya and amelie were so interesting too i ❤️ toxic yuri #the live action scenes with maya were very reminiscent of the dreamy/stilted feeling of the fmvs in sh1 #sakura head was awesome too i love her design even if the last chase with her was a little annoying #anita is a great and relatable protag she might be up there with james and cheryl for me honestly #just a beautiful and touching game but it's so raw. i never want to experience it again 10/10

[moonshadow-thoughts]

I know loneliness can be a bit hard sometimes, but trust me it is so much better to be alone than to have toxic people in your life who never accept the real you, who use you just to achieve their own goal, who make fun of you, who try to manipulate you, who hurt you or who constantly make you feel bad. Because those people don't care about you in the first place. They don't care if they hurt or harm you, they only care about their own goals. And if hurting or harming you will get them there they won't hesitate to do it.

Yes, being alone can be a bit tough sometimes, but it is also so much better than spending your life with those kind of people. It's so much more peaceful.

#remove toxic people out of your life it is honestly so worth it #finally being able to be yourself without fear of getting harmed is so worth it #thoughts #my thoughts #introvert #introverted #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #textpost #writing #lgbtq #wlw #alone #fake friends #fake friendships #toxic people #toxic friends #toxic frienship #toxic family #loneliness #lonely

[grendelsmilf]

I find it interesting you note Amphibia to push the envelope more than the TOH since I've seen others consider the latter to push more into serious topics and tones than the former. I've seen some people point to Luz's depressed state in the 1st S3 special as to how 3A Anne should have been written, but I feel like people ignore whether what works for one character would really fit for a very different character, even withstanding the series differences.

i mean, luz is someone who loved her life in the demon realm and hated her home, whereas anne loves her home and certainly did not go to amphibia by choice, so there was a part of her that was clearly just happy to be back with her family, even if she knew that she had to return. but it's not like anne wasn't shown to be stressed and upset, we see that she spends as much time as physically possible trying to build a portal back to amphibia. i enjoyed luz's depression though, i don't mean to undermine that.

and yeah, i can obviously see why people say the owl house explores more serious topics, i just happen to disagree? i don't really know how to explain it, but i feel like the owl house sort of... lacks nuance? it's a show that's really good for kids and i'm glad it exists and have nothing against it, but it's not a show that particularly concerns itself with moral ambiguity (i can only assume the horror show that dana terrace initially wanted to create would have been more complex in that regard). like, amity is a mean girl, but she's pretty harmless and almost immediately shown to be sympathetic. hunter gets compared to zuko a lot, but we never actually see him do anything particularly bad, and he's sympathetic and redeemable and morally pure for most of his screentime. eda is an outlaw but we never actually see her commit serious crimes, she's literally the most ethical and morally upstanding character in the show. even lilith really only made one mistake her whole life and spent the rest of it trying to make up for it. i think there's potential for the collector to be interesting as a completely amoral entity, as opposed to belos who is pure evil in every possible way, but i'll guess we’ll see.

but what i love about amphibia is that anne, sasha, and marcy are all deeply, realistically flawed. after watching the first episode i literally turned around to my brother and said to him, "oh i love anne already. i love that she's mean." what makes anne such a better character than luz (in my humble opinion) is that anne consistently makes bad choices due to her many, many flaws. while luz goes around making friends through helping people out of the goodness of her heart, anne has to be forced kicking and screaming into doing any kind of work for the betterment of anyone else. anne is a friendly and caring person with a big heart, but she's also selfish, lazy, entitled, petty, impulsive, careless, irresponsible and ungrateful. so when we see her grow over the course of the show into someone who doesn't hesitate to help others, it feels significant because we've seen every step of her journey of personal growth. sasha and marcy, while given less screentime, are also characters whose flaws are established and challenged over the course of the show. but i think the fact that anne isn't a perfect person by any means is what makes the show work so well. luz being depressed for half an episode is quite literally the most interesting thing she's ever done, meanwhile anne was out here fucking up left and right, nearly getting her adopted family killed every other episode because she wanted to adopt a cat or eat a pizza.

i'm not saying the owl house is bad because its characters aren't morally grey, but personally, i have absolutely no investment in it or its characters, whereas i still find myself thinking at least once a day "oh god it's crazy how good sashanne is" even though the show ended like a year ago. amphibia also has multiple instances of cannibalism, suicide, and an entire episode parodying midsommar even though there's absolutely no way any of the children watching that episode got the reference (i had to explain it to my brother). i wouldn't call either show dark or nuanced, but amphibia definitely feels darker and more nuanced than the owl house. to me, at least.

#ask #anon #frogshowposting #like anne boonchuy is a girl of all time and none of those owl bitches even come close except for maybe eda #and even then its like. well you may have eda but you will never have toxic homoerotic teenage girl best friends #the closest they get is the willow amity friendship which is honestly one of the best aspects of the show #but even then its clear that amity was wrong and willow wasnt #whereas w sashannarcy its like. theyre all flawed and need to be held accountable for that #so it's just. well it's better.

[nageki-the-friendly-ghost]

I do think platonic betrayal is a deeply underexplored and fascinating narrative

#echos personal rambles #holiday star is very very good is what this post is about btw #but also just. in media in general there is something SO INTERESTING about friends turning against each other #especially cause in platonic relationships a lot of stuff is just. so much more undefined #like two people can both think of each other as friends but have entirely different #perceptions of their closeness or obligations to each other #in a way where parsing what even counts as a 'betrayal' can be so messy #though. honestly i personally CANNOT consume too many toxic friendship narratives cause they can get triggering for me #sometimes really well written ones exist (which is why holistar is my favorite game ever) #but sometimes they just. hurt. #platonic storylines just hit harder idk! #like i can interact with romance media the same way i do with like... sci-fi. #i dont feel romantic attraction so it is a fun little narrative device for me #whereas platonic storylines actually fully suck me into the story and hurt me #which means that they can be very very good and impactful for me #but also if theyre handled in certain ways they can mess me up a little

[theconstellarium]

Hoo boy we'd been missing a former friend so much lately but we just got reminded how they told us toward the end of the friendship there was a part of them that resented that we'd survived things they never could've and when I tell you that is a SUPER fucked up thing to tell someone

That you're resentful they survived some really super traumatic shit

Man. Wow.

#do not ever tell trauma survivors you're resentful they survived what they did #fuck. #we were still so unhealed at the time that our response evidently was to tell them we were so grateful they talked to us #this was absolutely a trauma response lol #a healthy person probably would've gone OFF on them for saying that #toxic friendships #toxic friends #so glad we didn't reach back out to them #🌸 #we had honestly forgotten how bad it really was & how horrible they treated us

[cheekblush]

I was talking to this girl and she said “I’m not really that good at making friends” but she has like a million friends and close relationships… im not belittling her struggles but in my head I was like “girl you don’t even know the half of it”. I have 1 active friend, maybe 2 on a good day. I even went a few years with zero friends lol. 💀

maybe she doesn't have any genuine friends? bc i've noticed that people that have "a lot" of friends often don't have real friends who are there for them during rough times or when it really matters but they have plenty of friends they can hang out and have fun with. idk her situation of course so i don't want to make any assumptions. but this a reason why i always preferred having a few very close and genuine friends i can actually rely on instead of being part of a huge friend group where no one sincerely cares about you. but atm i don't even have a single genuine friend so i completely understand you 😔💔 having no friends is truly so disheartening and alienating and i can't help but be envious of people who seem to make friends so easily

#i'm glad you at least have 1 active friend rn!! i hope they're appreciating you and treating you well ❣ #i would love to have at least one friend 😭 #idek why i have a phone bc no one ever texts me except my mom 🙃 #i have no one who checks up on me or cares what/how i'm doing it's honestly upsetting 😔 #it's been like this for over a year now ever since i ended my friendship with my ex best friend bc it just got too toxic #sometimes i think about reaching out to her again just to not be so lonely anymore but i know that's a bad idea #when things were still good between us we talked/texted every day and experienced so many exciting things together #it's really heartbreaking how someone you were so close to can turn into a stranger and someone you want nothing to do with anymore #replies #anonymous

[mothslimes]

i just keep making people fall for me and excitedly say yes when they ask me out and then i remember that i fucking hate relationships and also get bored of romantic partners FAST

#mik talks #mik lore #sorry I need to get rid of the salty attitude im just in my cool arc but no its rlly not cool #its ruining my life and all my friendships #so many of my friends end up falling for me for no reason and I can never gently reject them my monkey brain is always like #omgggg yessss enrichment in my enclosure let's do this!!! And then I break their hearts #bc I'm just a veryyyyy nasty person to be in a relationship with my first one ruined me and now I'm permanently toxic and evil honestly #it's like I'm constantly holding the door out open for then just waiting for them to leave so I can move on #because my brain cannot fathom a relationship that attempts to last a lifetime #anywYyyy btw mutuals I am NOT even hot my off-putting vibes just attract weird transgenders who fucking hate themselves #it's like I'm a poisonous frog my everything is a red flag and that's prolly alluring abt me...help. If ur one of those tboys #I only ever dated tboys this should tell u something Abt me and the state of our transmasc community

[supatroopa]

Girl send help I'm struggling, the disventure camp all stars is doing the thing where the relationship drama is the focal point and I am not having it put the blorbos in a blender not a miscommunication plot

#also I CALLED IT (after a lot of the foreshadowing had already built up aka like 1 episode before reveal) THAT YULE WAS FAKE DATING GRETT #time for Grett to win and honestly? If it's her reward for ruining Yule's Career and standing up for herself like go for it #also they cannot be serious with the Aiden and Tom Baiting like babygirl this series was built off Total Drama you cannot fall into its pit #like "one totally played straight romance with an alt person and one very very very toxic yaoi and then in all stars season #the not alt one of the played straight romance goes home early then the alt one kisses the non controlling one of the toxic yaoi #no clue why my brain went to toxic yaoi as the word the origional Total Drama ship is straight but we roll #okay all this? I'm in pain and it makes sense to occur from a writing drama perspective #ADDING A PLOT OF THE VAGUELY HOMOERROTIC FRIENDSHIP OF THE SEASON ONE HOSTS BEING *ANOTHER* Drama subplot of jelousy? Masterclass #and I am going to punch something I cannot watch this show anymore #I am going to finish this episode and it will kill me I need to see resolutions and it's honestly very good #well besides it being bad like It's flawed media but like it's so good

[mynameisbillandimaheadcase]

:'/

#i literally anyone to tell me that I'm not a terrible person #and not in a don't worry your not 😃 way #i need someone to very honestly tell me that #I'm going through a literal crisis #have been for the past couple of months #and ik that needing validation so badly isn't a good thing #but i can not handle being ignored while in this state #ik that I'm overreacting but i tryed to start a conversation after what happened a couple of nights ago #and I'm still left on read #I'm literally hanging on this friendship #i don't have anyone else #what they told me were right #i keep making self deprecating jokes and I'm very insecure about loosing the little friends i have #maybe I'm similar to their toxic ex friend #and they are letting me go bc of that #and that's valid #but it hurts #bc I'm literally having the realization of how clingy i am #they even mentioned that i offer too much to people that give back to me too little #and gave themselves and my other friend as example #what does that mean #I'm probably coming to the realization that my trauma has affected me deeply #and it's ruining my friendships #not all of them the rest fell apart bc they were really transphobic #but like i get it i got them used to giving way too much and when i asked for my identity to be respected in return they didn't like it #or they didn't think of me as much of a friend than i though of them #I'm never getting a happy ending #what is happening #I'm probably overthinking it #but i might be correct

[butterfly-95]

I just want to say, people don't have a right to tell you how to feel about something. That's the nr 1 bs someone who's manipulative, immature and/or cowardly will pull when they know they messed up consecutive times, owe to you an apology and changed behaviour and still won't while knowing perfectly well it hurt you. Especially if you pointed it out to them already more than one time.

People know what they do, fam. This applies to supposed relatives and "friends". There's no damn excuse.

Cut whoever you have to out of your life until they actually show signs of having improved in behaviour and caring about how they make you feel in the long term. Otherwise, they'll keep on stepping over your limits and disrespecting you over and over again. Sometimes, people simply don't care enough to actually deliver what they promised.

#This is painful to hear but I would be lying if I said I don't know what I'm talking about #And honestly I once gave too many chances to people who did not deserve it #People I grew up with included or whom I thought I knew well. #Toxic friendships #Toxic relatives #Toxic relationships #Reminders #Self love #Self respect #This has been one of the most painful years for me so far in terms of losses but also people overall being cunts for no good reason. #Just saying. #I had toxic parents who'd guilt trip me by showing negative emotions and being sad or rightfully upset for denying me #Normal childhood experiences or stuff I had the right to try as a kid #Or for berating me and being rightfully upset and hurt #Like. crying in front of some relatives too? Why are you crying? #Was the first answer I got. #Cut the bs #I will cry. I'm a human. Not a machine. #Some people out there literally can't act like proper humans. #Correction : they can. They just don't want to. #I've had lecturers who have shown me more sympathy for the times I've been troubled or overwhelmed more than my own supposed “family” and #Just depressing. #Lots of things happened just this year alone that have made me lose faith in humanity. Like #... #Feel free to reblog #I feel like this needs to be shared/said. #Because as an empathetic person who easily absorbed others moods I thought I'd have to be the one to do something . No . It's not my respon #Responsibility #And I feel like if for once I was freedom of such shackles . Of such weight #For the other it's like ... I wish people would actually work on themselves enough to keep the relationship but they simply won't be hassle

[sailoryooons]

Boyfriend Material | jjk (m)

☾ Pairing: Hockey Player!Jungkook x f. Reader 

☾ Summary: Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material – except when he is.  

☾ Word Count: 2,127

☾ Genre: FWB, Hint of Angst, Smut

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings: Friends with benefits who are very obviously pretending not to have feelings, being in a confusing relationship that is basically a relationship without titles, feelings of confusion and self-doubt, lying to oneself, mentions of some toxic interactions with other people/women, repressed feelings, explicit sexual content including oral (f. receiving) in the shower, honestly, in general, some very cliche/stereotypical conflict you’d find in a relationship with someone of status 

☾ Published: March 23, 2024

☾ A/N: This is a self-insert of one of the most confusing relationships I have ever had in my life and I will die on the hill that no one should date athletes because 98% of them are the rule, not the exception no matter how much they seem like it! TRAUMA!!! Also, should I have been dating a professional athlete for the sport I worked in? No!!!! This is for all the people who have been in a not-relationship-that-is-a-relationship why the fuck do people do that like it is okay to have feelings and call ur partner ur partner?? 

☾ A/N 2: This is drabble number six for the Drabble Challenge that I have been utterly failing at! Today I rolled for ‘athlete’ but I didn’t feel like writing actual sports so I was like :) I worked in sports for ten years, I can just share a glimpse of my life when I was 23 years old :) Enjoy 

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“Fuck, I’m so tired,” Jungkook groans, leaning back in the chair and stretching his arms. Sun beats down on his golden skin. You feel the heat of it on your back and the top of your head. It’s pleasant, the cool spring breeze threatening to send the napkins on the table running. “Wanna lay out at the pool?”

Finishing the rest of your coffee, you nudge the empty plate away from you. Where once an eggs benedict had stood is now smears of leftover yolk and a single onion you missed when eating your hashbrowns. 

“Not sick of me?” you ask, raising a brow. 

Jungkook isn’t looking at you, scrolling on his phone. The bill of his hat is pulled low, hiding most of his face as he squints down at the device held low in his lap. You wait patiently for his answer, running your finger up and down the now-empty glass as it sweats from the sun. 

“Nope,” he answers, popping the end of the word sharply. “Did you ever get your desk fixed? Yoongi said he would fix it if not.”

“I have not.” 

He nods. “He said he’ll swing by this afternoon. We can lay out at the pool at my place and then head to yours after?” 

Your mouth twitches. You don’t say it out loud because you don’t want to risk him backing out, but another full day spent with Jungkook is a surprise to you. Not because it doesn’t happen often – it does. But rather because it keeps happening more often.

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material. He’d established that the first night he met you at a bar. Him being a professional athlete was a warning sign enough that you didn’t want to romance that but what had come afterward has been nothing short of surprising. 

Friendship and… well. You don’t know how to explain the extras. 

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material. But you do your groceries together on the weekend. You drop him off at the arena when they’re heading out for a road trip. You take him to doctor's appointments to monitor the knee injury from last season. 

You’re not Jungkook’s girlfriend but he takes you to team events. He lets himself in and does your laundry at your apartment while you’re at work so you don’t have to do it when you come home. He has his teammates fix furniture for you and they’ve asked you to babysit their kids. 

“Babe?” the endearment makes you blink a few times, realizing you’d been staring into your lap. Jungkook’s dark eyes are focused on you now, phone shoved into his pocket. “We don’t have to go to the pool. We can just nap.”

We. Not you. Jungkook is going to hang out with you regardless if you like his original idea or not. Your stomach flips in that way you hate, the way that you know you’re doing everything you said you wouldn’t.

“Sounds good.” 

Jungkook flashes a grin and you become acutely aware that thinking you could be friends with benefits without being anything more was a stupid idea. Jungkook is not made to be resisted, with round eyes that darken when he’s turned on, a giggle that contrasts with the big, broad-shouldered athlete built, a smile that lights up the room and can dispel any tension, a sweet voice that can tempt anyone the moment he pouts or when he decides to pur. 

You were fucked - literally and figuratively - that first night you let him in your apartment. 

Instead of thinking about it, you hide from the truth. Again. Jungkook is not boyfriend material, despite the fact that he pays for breakfast despite your protests, and reaches over the center console in the car to squeeze your thigh. 

“Mmm,” he hums, fingers skating over your flash and making you squirm in the passenger seat. “Warm.”

“I was sitting in the sun.”

“I like it.”

Jungkook likes a lot about you. He tells you all the time, very open about how he likes the way you taste, likes the way you organize your books by color, likes the way you sing in the shower, likes the way you speak in Star Wars quotes. 

Perhaps that’s what makes you the most wary about him. He says he’s not boyfriend material, but his actions betray his words. And you let them, every single time. 

Jungkook smells like sunscreen, sweat, and a little bit of his cologne from earlier that morning. You’re hyperaware of him as you lounge on the cabana bed together, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his firm body. 

His tattooed arm is tossed over his eyes, blocking out the sun as he snores a little. Careful not to knock into him, you lean over him and grab his phone to check the time. You haven’t been lounging in the sun long, but you don’t want him to get a sunburn.

Again. 

You wager you can stay a little longer, placing the phone back down under his discarded shirt where it can hide from the sun’s heat. Sitting back in your spot, you pick up your book from your sweaty thighs as the sound of the gate to the pool yard opening catches your attention. 

Some of Jungkook’s teammates live in the same apartment complex. It’s easier that way, especially for the players who get sent up and down from the minors. You catch a few of the younger players with a few girls you don’t know the name of tugging a cooler on wheels behind them with a speaker blaring. 

Jungkook doesn’t so much as move. He can sleep through anything – has slept through you falling into his gaming setup while trying to get to the bathroom drunk. His slumbering leaves you to watch them head to the beds a few over from yours. 

One of the girls notices you. You don’t recognize her specifically, but she recognizes Jungkook. Looks back at you. Frowns and mutters something to one of the other girls, who is not very subtle as she cranks her head around in your direction. 

You don’t wince anymore. It’s not an uncommon thing, among these circles. You refuse to engage with any of it. You used to tell yourself it was because a casual whatever-Jungkook-is simply isn’t worth the drama. At night, you know you don’t engage with it because you don’t want to know. 

Ignorance is bliss, especially in this dangerously plastic world Jungkook exists in. 

Thankfully, you’re not alone in the matter. Jimin appears out of thin air, dropping down on the empty bed next to you. Namjoon – arguably Jimin’s better half and team captain – is nowhere to be found. Jimin lowers his shades and looks beyond you to the group of now rowdy players. 

“Gross,” he huffs. He slides his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and stretches out on the bed like a cat. Jimin doesn’t play, but he certainly has the body of an athlete, all fine lines and corded muscle. “Ignore them.”

“I was doing that already.” You lift your book as if to prove yourself.

He snorts. “You were thinking about it, be honest.” Your silence is answer enough and Jimin grins, lacing his hands behind his head as he tilts toward the sun. “Don’t let Jungkookie burn again.”

“I’m not,” you huff before snapping your book shut. Jimin is in the circle of player’s partners that you genuinely enjoy, but he has the keen ability to get under your skin and tell you all of the truths that you don’t want to be voiced out loud. Still, having him on your side has more benefits than just keeping the hyenas away from you. He’s also genuinely nice when he wants to be. “Jungkook, wake up.”

The man mumbles and turns his head away from you. You sigh heavily, squeezing his strong, very sweaty arm gently. “Come on, you’re gonna burn if you stay out here any longer.”

“Mm. Feels nice.”

“A sunburn won’t feel nice.”

“You can rub aloe all over me.”

“I will not.”

“Just five more minutes.”

“Jeon.” 

He drops his arm from his eyes, squinting in the bright light at you. His hair is damp with sweat and hangs in his eyes. He’s been growing it out longer and longer, especially since Seokjin keeps encouraging Jungkook by telling him he has the best flow on the team. 

“So you don’t want to rub aloe all over me?”

“You don’t need to get sunburned for me to touch you, Jungkook.”

“Bleh,” Jimin grunts. 

That makes Jungkook sit up, rolling his shoulders and twisting to pop his back. He sighs for a moment, closing his eyes as though willing himself to get up. When he opens them again, there’s a light in them and he smirks, looking you up and down.

“Wanna shower?”

Your mouth twitches and you roll your eyes to hide how much you want to shiver. “Come on,” you sigh, getting up, the fabric of the sunbed clinging to your sweaty skin. 

Eyes cling to you as you pull the sundress over your head and slide your sandals on. You don’t have to glance over at the mini-party a few sunbeds over to know you’re being watched. You suppose they’re watching Jungkook more than anything, but you’re in direct view behind him, grabbing your book. 

You know Jungkook notices them. He says nothing, though. Instead, he offers his hand out when you shove all your belongings in a bag, wanting to carry it. You grin and hand it over to him, smile growing as he shoulders it easily and offers his hand again, this time for you to take.

And you do take it. Perhaps the satisfaction that thrums through you as he leads you out of the pool yard and onto the deck that crosses the lake toward his apartment building is a little bit insidious. You don’t care. The momentary triumph that you shouldn’t be feeling at all is far too powerful and Jungkook’s hand is far too warm and safe in yours to care about why you feel good about the public display of affection.

It isn’t like he hasn’t done it before. Jungkook isn’t shy with others in front of you. It’s what makes the whole thing worse, somehow. Because Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material, but he introduces you to people and friends and slides between your legs to lean on you when you’re sitting on a barstool. He holds your hand when you go on a lunch and shopping spree with your mom and he brings her coffee and flowers. 

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material, but you don’t care when the shower hits the warm skin and runs down your back as he presses your chest to the cold shower wall in front of you. The cool stone stings against your nipples, over-sensitive and sending a shiver down your spine as your eyes flutter shut. 

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material, but he curses low under the sound of the shower as he pries your legs apart, tongue seeking the heat between them hungrily. Your mouth falls open as Jungkook’s tongue licks you soft-slow, lips sucking gently against your clit. 

“Shit,” you hiss. The difference in temperatures between the hot water and the cold wall makes the room spin. Steam makes it harder to breathe, your head pleasure-dizzy as Jungkook laughs and rolls his tongue lazily around your dripping cunt. “Fuck.”

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material, but he eats you out slow and hungry. He doesn’t care that the water starts to lose its warmth as his mouth works you, smacking his lips loudly and moaning, vibrations going straight to your core where you drip on his soft tongue. 

His hands grip your ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he pries you apart further, tongue delving into your aching hole. He slurps at you, mouth loud and sticky over the sound of your panting and the water hitting the tile floor. His little hums of appreciation buzz through you, making the room spin.

“Fuck,” you whisper, pressing your cheek to the wet, cold stone as you try to ground yourself. You twist an arm backward, gripping Jungkook’s wet hair. He lets out a loud groan in appreciation, always pleased when you pull on his hair. “Don’t stop.”

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material, but he does whatever you want him to. His tongue delves in, working you to orgasm until you’re shaking against the wall, knees knocking together and nearly collapsing on him. He catches you easily, standing and pressing you against the wall as he grabs your chin and brings your mouth toward him, his to devour.

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material. 

But more than anything, you want him to be. 

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[ask-the-rag-dolly]

okay unhinged essay about ragatha probably #1 idk i don't think this is all of my thoughts but here's what i could actually put down

i think the most surprising thing for me Personally is getting a lot of my interpretations of ragatha correct ? like . the thing that almost destroyed my motivation for this blog is the fear that my unhinged overanalyzation of her mannerisms in the pilot were Wrong - i actually thought about canceling everything when i was off from canon - but now ... yeah i'm not doing that

i guess it's just that we had so little of her in the first episode that i thought i was Manifesting her issues but Nope she really is this much of a Loser

first of all ! i suspected that she has low self-esteem but Goodness Gracious !! i didn't expect it to be Actually almost non-existent ?? like i thought i was Exaggerating for this blog but no , no person with a normal amount of self-esteem would Warp an incident so much in their head that they somehow believe something going wrong is Their Fault .

like she's so focused on pomni the entire episode because she Genuinely believes that the fiasco in the first day was her fault ( even though IT WASN'T , but she's really that used to quickly blaming herself ) and wants to make it up to her . but of course pomni is still adjusting and is Overwhelmed by everything ( which is understandable ) so she's not really in the mood for ragatha's bullshit

but with how ragatha reacts and what she subsequently tells kinger - she read those more as ' i do not like you ' than ' i am too fatigued to care about anything right now ' which is such a Large leap , but considering she was the one who Apologized to pomni for giving her a stressful first day ( which was COMPLETELY out of her control , ) it makes sense that she assumes that pomni has something against her - which was not helped by how none of ragatha's attempts of starting a friendship were reciprocated

i do understand why she would Think it's her fault - as pomni's a newcomer and More Stress is the last thing she needs , especially in her first day - but ' oh she doesn't like me ' is still Such a hasty conclusion that someone who already ... Doesn't Like Themself would jump to .

of course i can't not talk about the potential history between her and kinger . through their dialogue you can tell that ragatha's one of those people that took a batshit long time to truly adjust to the circus - which has a lot of interesting implications . with how she seems to understand the process of finding an exit in episode 1 , it explains a lot . my girl was so Not well when she entered the circus .

honestly it's just nice seeing that ragatha at least has Some support despite her being the one who holds everything together - it makes the ending impactful in my opinion ; they do really care for each other and will be saddened if one of them is gone .

also of course she asked if everyone's alright despite having a cleaver to the head ...

something that also has been nagging me for a long time is how much she always gets the short end of the stick . like , literally every time she's on screen , she Has To Get Harmed in some way . i would brush this off as slapstick when her official pin doesn't have her HAVING A KNIFE TO THE CHEST ???

Maybe it's just slapstick . maybe with her having parallels to kaufmo considering how he's said to be a goofy toxic positivity type guy like ragatha and is the one that has abstracted thus far is just a coincidence and doesn't speak levels to what might become inevitable as the series goes on ,

#[ ooc ] #[ ESSAY WARNING ] #tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc spoilers #the amazing digital circus spoilers #tadc ragatha #|| #couldn't find a way to fit this into the post but #something about her just screams ' abandonment issues ' and i don't think i have enough evidence to prove it but . the feeling's there

[r3starttt]

PUT AWAY THE PRIDE

Summary: fucking ur bff who's in a relationship with a man, ew!

cw: hate sex. comphet abby. homophobic bf ew!!!!. dom!abby sub!reader. fingering. sissoring. pet names. (baby, pretty girl) finger sucking. prasing kink(?

an: creds to @atyourmerci for the Abby pic!!!

If you want it, you can have it. If you need it, we can make it

"Are you fucking- god abby" he'd crossed the line. That line that was invisible to you but still the thiniest for abby, until now, or so you wished because she'd go back to him once you've made your 'shoulder to cry on' function.

Abby was mad, even behind a phone you could feel how she couldn't bare him for now. You had no clue what happened just knew Abby's boyfriend had fucked it all again and she needed you, again.

The usual routine you forced yourself to not get used to but somehow became it, a routine. "Yeah, you know you can always.... just hurry" you ended the call abruptly. Otherwise, abby would not only be mad at that man, and nor you or her could take that kind of encounter currently.

You knew she was on her way already. So once more, with legs crossed on top of your coffee table, you did nothing but wait for her to arrive at your appartment. It always made you feel pathetic.

Her boyfriend despised you to say the least, from the moment you first met. And honestly you never knew why, even though you begged abby at one point to ask him herself just to not cause any trouble yourself. It didn't work.

You've had some alone encounters with him whenever Abby took you out and he had to be there. Nicely asking how his week or day had been, trying to make a small conversation with the typical 'long time no see, huh' or directly asking him - at one point, what the fuck was his problem with you. He was so stupidly manlish with his demeanor towards you it made you think if maybe abby wasn't using the proper words to describe you. Like he wasn't the problem.

On the other hand, your relationship with abby became confusing as her relationship with him grew bigger. Like it's toxicity was slowly getting to her, to you.

And not the type to ruin the friendship forever but just ruin the platonic. The one where sometimes spending time alone ends up in you drunk not moving your eyes away from her lips as she speak, or the one that makes her rest her hands somewhere on your body whenever you go out with friends. The one that ends in a weird exchange of words whenever you try to talk about it.

It was still unbearable tho. Always third-wheeling, then fighting with eyes only every time you made accidental eye contact with him, and eye fucking abby whenever he didn't pay attention to her, or you. Or feeling abby eating you alive with the eyes, just for denying it all later but not completely because you two had always been in the type of friendship where you're close with your friend to a point there's no shame about anything and you can make those type of jokes.

Jokes that somehow turned passive aggressive, not only between you two but also between abby and that men you equally despise.

"The fuck did he do now, mhm?" You sighed, resting your face on top of your shoulder, letting all your weight press over the shared couch. Drunk eyes paying detailed attention to Abby as she spoke. "I'm a fucking mess, that's all" she seemed off, something that genuinely troubled you considering how stubborn she was. "You're not, well, a... decent, nice mess" her laugh was gorgeous, it made you smile the moment you hear it. Her eyes met yours, as if you could talk with just that, a look. "Thanks"

"He's the problem. Even with that personality of yours, you've done no wrong" she pouted, it could only mean this was getting awkward for her. You couldn't care any less. "You're fucking charming abby, and it kills me youre with such person. Also, a man? Be for real" it was a joke, but that look on her face, it wasn't such simple for her. "I'm just saying, you're hot and so young and you have so much shit to live, he's holding you from that"

Abby turned around, her usual braided hair danced along her back, resting near her face. A sudden smile elicted on her face, she was about to bother you. "You think so?" You furrowed your brows, confused at what she meant "I'm hot?" She cleared herself. You just laughed, nodding while desperately trying to readjust yourself in a less compromised position, so near to her. "I know so"

"Yeah?" She left the glass with alcohol in it resting somewhere beside her. You smiled back at her, feeling her weight get overwhelming over you every second. You had to stop it. "Want more?" You didn't know bit alcohol would eventually become your one salvation from sin and fall into temptation.

Abby went home that night, just to hear him talking shit about you, and it clicked. She tried hard to give him a chance, because that meant she could have a chance as well. A chance for what? To prove she wasn't fantasizing about you in a way more than a friendship, to give all but you a taste and make her mind on what she liked and how she liked it. It failed, abruptly.

Because she lost time and wasted her persona in such men like him. And after running to you every time she couldn't bare it anymore, looking at your hands, neck, lips, eyes whenever she got drunk, after having so many late night talks with you whenever the awkwardness she felt wasn't rough enough to not keep her sober, she realized she could not run away from you, in fact, she needed you and needed to run in your direction every time. She had to give you a chance now.

That's the reason behind his hate towards you. No matter what, you'd always be her biggest priority. And god, she changed so much when she was with you, she'd transform into the girl he fell in love with, the one he lost once they actually started dating.

You had such a delightful effect on her, and he hated the idea of not being able to be the one for her.

Yet whenever he'd ask about you, abby would only say how close you two were since forever and how you wouldn't be a bother in the relationship. All of that was pure lies to keep it calm.

And those replies eventually got to you, like a day after that night you swore she wanted to kiss you. "I was drunk, doesn't mean anything" "what? You think I'll kiss you?" You wanted to dragg her back home with that man she'd found and make it clear you wouldn't let her be such an asshole. You didn't of course, both just laughed it off.

Until now, you couldn't wait for her to come and make it all clear, she was mad and it might not be the greatest idea but why should you care if she's not in the mood? You weren't the one behind that mood, not guilty of any of her shit.

Or that was the plan, because seeing the tears contained on the corner of her eyes, right about to fall and make a mess on her face. You simply couldn't.

"What did he do?" It wasn't the typical scenario. This was an unexplored rage, as if there was some sort of attraction that grew stronger as every second passed by. Maybe this was it, you thought.

Abby's red eyes met yours in such a relieved way, like she'd found something she felt eager to find. It was just you.

It caught you out of guard the way her hands travelled to the sides of your arms. " I realized I needed you"

The only thing you could come up with was a stupid 'huh'. Wandering your eyes all over her face and body. Abby had her own locked on you, probably as confused as you.

She had to. Her salty lips pressed on you, followed by the palms of her hands. You reciprocated, standing still but trusting your lips to do all the work necessary.

It's sloppy and messed, a silent fight between the silence that fills the ignored pain you're feeling and the anger she's been carrying all the way here.

It was miserable, her palms on your body, trying to find a way to bring you closer as you tried- not to step back but to prevent yourself from getting into it. Abby was only yours for a couple of hours and it was painful to have her so close to you but not having the actual chance to claim her yours.

"Fucking hate you for this" you murmured. Her eyebrows scrunched, there was such an euphoric feeling inside her, a mix of fear, confusion and anger. All for you

"Yeah?" She mocked you, resting her hands on the inside of your clothed stomach. "It could've been different"

"It will be" her lips smacked aggressively over yours again, trailing a path down your jawline.

Her fingers moved up your back, getting rid of your bra in such a pathetic way. You took her shirt off, trying to take the closest and clearest look of what you would never be able to have you you craved so much.

She laughed at it, doing the same for you. Her hands swayed all the way down your ass, gripping it with such force it burned. You let out a chocked breath, feeling her lips move on their own way down your body.

Her knee stepped in between your legs, so easily you could feel the vibration from her chuckle right in the middle your breasts. Fucking torture you've got yourself into.

She couldn't get enough but had to, running her fingers along your waist, down your cunt. Her fingers slide in between your slicked folds, slowly outside your cloathed arousal, begging for her.

Her palms slapped over it severely times, eliciting open mouth whimpers out of you, deliciously filled with her tongue against yours to shut you.

You tried to get her to stop, only receiving groans as a response. Until she got tired of it "fucking shut up and take it, be good, can't you?"

There wasn't a specific idea on her mind but take as much as possible out of you, to make a memory in honor to that gross man she ever felt the slightest of attraction to. Mocking you and him for her own pleasure, once in her whole life she thought.

Her fingers finally touched your clit, ager for it. The circles over it were so slow, you kept bucking your hips on her hands, attempting to get more friction. "Fucking stay still" abby groaned, thrusting her fingers inside you. God it felt glorious.

You voiced the most perfect whimpers for her, the way her name came out of your mouth, followed by the most prettiest pleads. It was driving her insane.

The sounds coming out of you were so obscene. Abby couldn't be in such good paradise

She made sure to curl her fingers at every thrust, speeding enough to make it painfully confusing for you.

Her lips kept busy shushing you, taking a taste of your nipples, your clavicle, every inch of your body.

"Shit- c'here" you demanded, dragging her by the jawline as the knot on your stomach grew overwhelmingly fast. She tastes better than anything you've ever had in your life, something worth the pain it'll cause you later when she's gone.

You let out a loud cry at the abruptly of her actions, leaving you empty. "Open" her middle and index finger fully covered in your wetness. You obeyed, feeling the palms of her fingers rest in your tongue, forcing you to take a taste. "Doing so good f' me, such a pretty girl"

She dragged you to the couch, the one that brought you closer that day she'd first approach to you in this way, whatever this was. The one that brought you closer when she left that day, and whe she laughed this off. Such an ironic situation.

It all brought a series of conflicting thoughts to your mind. Distracting you from such pleasure you should be enjoying.

Her hands grabbed the hooks of your jeans, dragging them down your legs. She made sure to get in charge of all the hard work, you should've notice-

Her weight was already on top of you. The way her eyes wandered all over you face, it was different. Your hands got locked by hers, breathing heavily at the sudden sight and feeling that ran through your body, that made you forget whatever was keeping your mind busy some seconds ago.

"Spread 'em open, be a good girl f'me" Abby groaned the moment she could finally get to be so close to you. Letting all of her weight rest over your body, aggressively humping in between your legs, rubbing her clit against yours.

Your ears were filled by her whimpers, groans whenever she got too overwhelmed. There was nothing you could to but let her use you for her own pleasure, not that you weren't use to it.

"Fuck baby... so good f'me, so so good" she whined, speeding her moves in between your legs. There could never be a better sight than this.

Some locks of her hair starting to stick on her forehead, the sweat covering her abs, her arms flexing to support her own way and oh, all this just for you to see. Sure he'd never seen such scenario.

She sounded so fucking pretty, on top of you, crying at how deliciously your clits rubbed together. You, on the other hand, felt like just cumming by the sight, by the idea of her body displayed like this.

Your thighs were ridiculously covered in both your and her slick, it increased at her every move, sloppy and messy, such a desperate disaster.

Your pleads and whines were completely ignored, she'd already given you what you needed and ni longer cared about whatever you felt you needed or deserved. This was about her.

Still you managed to wrap around her, feeling her drench your thighs even more as a breathless 'fuck' came out of her lips, letting go of your hands, already getting numb at her grip.

"See? Promised you it'll get better"

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