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i-cant-sing · 2 years

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I would like your input on this idea that's been floating in my dome. Baby fushiguro grows into young adult and they somehow find a lover without the zenin clan knowledge and gets engaged. She thinks that maybe that since she has grown perhaps uncle Noaya would AT LEAST see how happy they are and maybe eventually give his blessing.......SIKE BITCH HELL NAH

*young adult fushiguro introduces fiancé*

Uncle Noaya: He's hideous and poor, wont be able to take care of my bby...

*young adult fushiguro shows off ring*

Uncle Noaya: Thats such a small diamond! My bby needs a boulder diamond, see honey he doesnt love you, you deserve someone better!

*young adult fushiguro shows the proposal video*

Uncle Noaya: Where's the parade? Where's the fireworks? Where is the Tier 1 band playing in the background? He's not even proposing on top of the world! Honey look he doesn't even have any Hello Kitty shops owned! You need to break up with him before he takes you away from your Hello Kitty obsession because he'll get so needy!

(Btw sorry if this is long and might look like a request but I'm sorta new and just cant tell the difference between writing a ask or a request)

10000000% true because Naoya really doesn't think anybody is good for you. The only thing you got wrong is that:

1. He'd never be so nice about it and praise you for being superior to your fiance.

2. He'd much rather die than admit that he remembers the name of the pink hellish cat you're obsessed with.

Imagine reader being super nervous as she brings her fiance to the Zenin estate. It was already very hard dating him secretly, but now you felt like you were gonna fight one of the biggest curses of your life. Even that seemed easier than this.

Your fiance was confident that he'd win their hearts, he rubbed your back and assured you that you have nothing to worry about. But he doesn't know your family, he doesn't know how crazy they are.

You and your fiance sat across from your family. He was talking to them about how serious he is about you, how he'd make sure nothing ever upsets you, how he'd happily give up his life for you, all lovey dovey things. He had charmed up your aunties and other females of the family, but the men were a whole another story. They were glaring at him with distrusting eyes, loathing him for daring to steal your heart and plague your naive mind.

But they saw how happy you looked, how you beamed when your fiance held your hand, how you blushed when he tucked your hair behind your ear.

You were truly happy.

So as much as they hated the thought of someone kissing you and plaguing your innocence, they'd put up with it solely because you're happier than you've ever been.

They even do a background check on him, and he checks out. They've all accepted them, well- almost all of them.

Naoya is still in denial that you've dated someone, much less accepted someone's proposal. How had you been able to keep this charade up for years, right under his nose, is beyond him.

So, when you look to him for approval with those big doe eyes, it's really easy for him to say "Absolutely not." to you before leaving. You run after him, begging him to change his mind but all Naoya can think about is how that rat is gonna take you away and do disgusting things to you and traumatise you forever because clearly, no one else can protect you and love you like he does. All men are trash, all except him.

How tf is he supposed to let someone take away the child he raised himself? Youre his pride and joy, the only one to make him soft, the biggest pain in the ass, but you're his pain in the ass.

He simply won't let anyone take you.

Y/n: give me 1 good reason why I can't marry him-

Naoya, pulling out a list: he's too poor, so he can't maintain your lifestyle and will make you a poverty stricken child again. He's also very ugly, so he's not gonna give you good looking kids and he's not really handsome enough for the Zenin clan image. Also, you're stupid and naive to even date such an idiot in the first place-

Y/n: really? These are your reasons. They're ridiculous.

Naoya: ridiculous? They're absolutely valid-

Y/n: no, they're not. You're just jealous because no body wants to marry you.

Naoya:

Y/n:

Naoya:

Y/n: ugly ass ho-

Your poor s/o is just really confused when he comes for you, only to find you and your uncle Naoya fighting (more like Naoya putting you in chokehold while you pull hard at his hair) with each other.

#yandere naoya zenin #yandere naoya #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere zenin clan

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whiskeynwriting · 2 years

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Writing Updates

Hi my beautiful babies!

In this post the following topics will be covered:

My new tumblr username

Red String Series + MBFD Series Updates

Reader-Specific Writing updates

WhiskeynWriting

I know I already made a post announcing my new username, but I just want to again because, why not? I love it, okay, I just love it lol

Also, I just want to make it known that I did change my username, so if y’all see a name that’s not familiar on your dash, just know it’s me lol

Red String Series + MBFD Series Updates

I posted the newest chapter of My Best Friend's Dad just a few minutes ago, and because this chapter was such a fatty (16.9k) I won't be able to post Red String chapter ten tonight. I'm sorry y'all, Daddy Dave took over this week lol.

I will tell y'all I will be prioritizing Chapter Ten of Red String for this week, as well as my first piece of Reader-Specific Writing!

Reader-Specific Writing

As I mentioned above, my first piece of Reader-Specific Writing will be posted next Monday. It is titled "Miscarriage", which will be its main topic. It will be of a female reader alongside their partner, Marcus Moreno.

I am beyond excited to start this journey with these pieces, I have never written anything like them. That being said, I do want to clear some things up about them.

First,

since I started this as a celebration for my 1-year Tumblr anniversary, I've been asked about how long I will be doing this. The answer is, always! This will be an ongoing celebration of the good, the bad, and the ugly throughout life. There is no expiration date for this at all! General requests are still closed, but reader-specific requests are opened indefinitely (:

Second,

many of you have been summitted your reader-specific requests anonymously, which is 110% okay! I encourage it, do whatever makes you feel most comfortable, please! Because of this though, I have no way of contacting you in reference to when your piece will be posted. So, if you submitted a request anonymously, please look at the Reader-Specific Writing Masterlist to make sure I received and recorded your piece. I put every single request down on that masterlist, and will attach the link to them once it is posted (:

Lastly,

I received a request the other day, and at the end of it they put, "(I know you already have sexual abuse on the list so if this is too similar feel free to ignore this)". I already have a piece titled "Sexual Assault", which to be completely honest is my own. This anonymously requested piece will be titled "Sexual Trauma". I do not care at all, whatsoever, if the topic you want to request has already been written, or something similar to it has been written. Every story is different, every story deserves to be heard. I will always write what you guys request when it comes to reader-specific writing. As long as I deem it appropriate and feel personally well enough to write it, it will be written. And to be honest, it will take a lot, A LOT, for me to not write a reader-specific requested piece. You are all important, and you all deserve to be heard. ♥️

I seriously love you all so much it's crazy. This platform can be wild but ultimately, it has brought more love and joy into my life than anything else. I'll do anything I can do reciprocate that.

I hope I have made everyone's Monday a little better with my posts, and as always, if you ever need anything, I'm here ♥️

Love, Liv 💞

#I love you my bbs #I’m so excited to write for y’all #mbfd series #red string series #reader specific writing #whiskeynwriting

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dismie · 1 year

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hi here's my smoking hot fresh off the griddle take on calling people pigs discourse because you said you wanted it in your tags 😁😁 eat up while it's hot yummy yummy yummy 😋

so i disagree with calling unsavory people animals/diseases/forces of nature/any other dehumanizing term for much the same reasons as that post you reblogged. fighting fire with fire (or in this case, fascist ideology with fascist ideology) has literally never once worked in the history of politics and i don't get why we expect it to now. (inb4 what about all the oppressed groups who have had to respond to violence with more violence are they WRONG??? no and you know that's not what i'm talking about i'm talking about philosophical concepts and ideology okay i just wanted to clear that up.) i think people get so bogged down in like... surface-level specifics of which oppressed group is being harmed by what that sometimes they fail to stop and consider the ideology behind it if you will? he who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster and all that. we should be fighting on the side of oppressed groups because we respect everyone's innate right to freedom and a quality life not because we like fighting so much. obviously it's better for someone with a bloodlust to use it for something good, but also i believe in leftists! i believe we can be more compassionate than the murder party! and we should be striving to achieve that!!

implying that fascists or bigots or cops or whatever are less than human also removes their agency from the situation. animals don't (to our knowledge?) understand morality and harmlessness and ethics and i don't think any of us really blame them. when a hamster eats her excess babies nobody should really blame her, that's just what millions of years of hamster trial-and-error has deduced to be the most effective way to ensure as much of your genes as possible can continue on. if a human parent that wasn't expecting twins decided to mend this problem in a similar way i imagine we would all have qualms with it? fascists *choose* to be violent, they *choose* to be bigoted, acting like it's simply how they are just lets them off the hook. humans are capable of both good and bad and a gazillion shades of gray and we need to be able to accept and understand that so we can make sure we're being good people, not just cover our ears and pretend we're not also capable of intense evil.

also maybe it's the crraaaaazzzyyyy ara (i'm also an ara LOL) in me talking but i think we should respect animals more than that! acting like humans are the pinnacle of creature and to be anything else is bad and wrong just doesn't sit right with me, even though i accept that that probably isn't the conscious intention of people who call others pigs. i dunno. i just think that if we want to stay humble and respectful of other life on earth we shouldn't use them as insults.

bonus: pigs are awesome and don't deserve to be associated with fascists. i'm not even sure which trait of pigs is supposed to make them like fascists? they're not particularly dirty when given enough space to actually get away from their waste. i mean they mudbathe but plenty of people use mud or clay on their skin too. they're quite smart and perceptive and even show empathy towards other pigs and humans in some cases. i don't think they're particularly ugly and while they can be aggressive, pretty much every animal (including non-fascist humans) can and is when they feel threatened.

sorry for rambling it's one in the morning right now so this might not make a lot of sense :D i feel like i should end this ask with an actual question. seeing as it's an ask and all. i came out into the living room because i heard a weird breathing sound and i thought it was my dog but it wasn't. got any theories?

Okay so:

1) I'd like you to know I was terrified when I open my notification bar and the words "Here's my fresh smoking off the griddle take since you..." came up because I recently made a bi erasure post and have already been getting anonymous hate. Thank you for instead being SANE this was a very informative ask and a wonderful surprise :)

2) this was a wonderfully worded explanation and I do agree on your points on morality and ethics and how animals can't understand them; I was mostly wondering because, obviously calling fascists/cops/capitalists pigs is a pretty well ingrained thing in leftist culture! I wanted to know what the updated concensus was and I am absolutely going to refrain from using the term to describe people in the future!

3) To answer your question about the origins of the term "Capitalist Pig", from your local National History Day finalist [my brag for the next year and a half]: the origins of the term actually trace back to the Soviets, who called Americans pigs---as well as political cartoons, as you might expect. Probably due to the "dirtiness" of pigs--and likely as well some fatphobia as well or a way to, like you're saying, dehumanize the enemies; though honestly, pigs are probably cleaner than some people I know...

4) most absolutely i fucking LOVE pigs all my homies LOVE pigs. and another point: petting them is so nice in a sensory way...

5.1) i love how the ask is unrelated your vibes are great

5.2) ghost

#dismies ramblings #history #asks #faves #this ask was very interesting to read!#and thank you for not committing bi erasure during pride month i rolled my eyes when i opened the ask. was so prepared to delete it #and then it was an answer to my question!#hooray!!

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zoennes · 3 years

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"Wij twee." "Wij twee."

#wtFOCK #Zoë Loockx #Senne De Smet #Zoenne #wtFD #02 mei 2020 #so many twos #best number tbh #their number #happy one year of wij twee my loves #I have 8327382 wtFD gifsets but I want to post them with the equivalent chapters of my fic -_-#this is so ugly I'm sorry babies you deserved so much better on your 1 year anniversary #try giffing low quality image of webcam footage tho ;')#I failed on the last if aka the wij twee gif #according to the subs they say 'wij tweeën' I can't believe it but I decided to use wij twee #who would have thought 2 has a plural ??????????#love that there's a word with 3 Es in sequence I could never imagine it existed #the only low quality here fortunately is from the camera this clip makes me ugly cry every time I watch the emotions please #I can't explain what they did here #fucking art man #just-#love

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cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc · 3 years

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"I didn't mean it! Please..."

This is for @akasuki and @dysfunctionalcrab 's writing event! Congrats <3 (kind of a late entry sorry ;-;)

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Summary: The mix of stress from running a country with his partner ripping Alex out of his office ended up in a few very ugly events.

Trigger warning: physical violence, past abusive relationship, angst

Author's note: aaaaaa this one made me so sadddd -w- hope u like it tho <3

where is he?

you've been waiting on alex for a while. he said that he only needed a few papers signed, but it has been 4 hours.

you know how he had been occupied with las nevadas and that bussiness is important, but you deserve to have some time with him! plus, from what you know, his casino's have been raking in money. bussiness can wait.

as the clock striked 1 am you deciced to stage an intervention. he needs to get to bed and take care of himself. he's been working tirelesly and he deserves a break

you knock on the door to his office and turn the knob.

"sweetie?" you look around the room and your eyes land on your fiance. he's hovering over a few papers and holding a pen.

"what do you need?" he said without looking up. "hi baby, i just wanted to check up on you." you moved towards his desk. he tilted his head to look you in the eyes. "i'm alright darling, just go back to bed." he gives you a tired smile. you were havig none of it.

"alex, you're tired. you need sleep." he furrowed his brows. "i'm fine. i'll be in bed shortly." you sigh. "you said that 4 hour ago, come on. you can leave this work for tommorow. please?"

"honey, please." he stood up. "don't do this. i've been stressed out all day and i don't need you on my back as well." he pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.

you grabbed his hand from his face. "alex, this isn't healthy. just come to-" before you could finish your sentence he harshly slapped your hand away.

well, he aimed for the hand.

you stumble backwards and place your palm om your cheek. tears leak from your eyes. your face burns.

"leave." alex spits. "now." he looked back up at you and noticed your stature.

you were staring at him like a deer in the headlights. you were holding your cheek with two hands. your knees touching as you found balance against a bookshelf. you were shaking. terrified.

alex realized what he did. he hit you. he did what he swore to protect you from. his eyes went wide and he clutched onto his shirt.

"b-baby?" he softly called out to you. "baby, i'm so sorry." he let his shirt go and set a step towards you. he forced himself not to run over to you and hold you like his life depended on it.

how could he? what possesed him to do such a thing? he's just like him. just like schlatt. how could he do that to someone he loves so much?

"alex..." you choked out his name. "i...i'm.." he stuttered.

"i'm so sorry, ___" he sobbed as he fell to the floor. "i didn't mean it..! p-please, i-i'm so sorry..."

you snap out of your trance. you hesitantly moved towards him, still shaken from the unexpected hit in the face.

"alex..?" you called to him.

"NO!" he suddenly yelled out. "don't come closer! i'll hurt you!" his voice cracked. his eyes were filed with fear and shame. he stood up and backed up against the wall.

"alex." you give him a worried look. "look, my cheek is already getting less red... it's..." you stop. it wasn't okay. you were still scared. maybe it wasn't just the lack of sleep that pushed him to do this...

"you... i..." he can't make sense of his words.

"i'll leave, if it makes you feel better." you hesitated. you didn't say it for him. you wanted to get out.

"leave, please." he was panicking. he didn't know how he coud fix this.

you walked towards the door, but never turning your back on him. once you were fully out of the office and closed the door, you could hear him.

screaming.

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sickassastrology · 3 years

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What made you different? 🥸

This is a general reading for the collective. This read is about your person you have in mind. Remember that because it is general it will not resonate with everyone. So take what sticks. Your free to choose whatever pile you feel. Heck, there could be little messages in all the piles. Time is fluid and we all have free will. So things can play out at anytime or maybe not at all. Follow your heart always. -E 💙🌻

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Pile 1 🍒🍒🍒

Greetings pile 1, the classy crew with the rider Waite deck. let's get into it. I'm getting whoever this was misused you when they had you. I heard the line from Jackson 5 I want you back. when I had you to myself i didn't want you around, those pretty faces always made you stand out in the crowd". With this group I'm feeling like what made you different to this person was that you had it going on. you had a lot going for yourself. and you didn't share that with just anyone. your riches. your glory. whether it was your body, money, time, energy. whatever the case was...you were selective in who you gave to. you are an attractive energy and human pile 1. and you know it too. 😜 confident. I'm getting the energy of I have a lot going for me, and I'm not going to just be out in these streets. my money is good, I look good, I feel good. It took a lot for you to get there and so you won't share that with anyone & everyone. and then....you gave it to this person and decided to act a fool, right? lol isn't it always like that. this person saw you as being able to take care of yourself, even when it was a lot. im getting heavily that some of yall have family members or siblings (big on the siblings) that you take care of. you are the parental figure to them. you had a lot of responsibilities, and yet you were still like a breathe of fresh air. you still knew how to smile. mature. you always smiled in the mist of sadness. and you meant it too, like it wasn't just a mask. it was like "I still have something to smile about in life. my flowers still grow. there's happiness all around me." you still knew how to give to this person. managing the connection even with your own stuff going on. and they admired that about you. when things got tough you remained calm. never too out of control. you handled each situation how it came and for what it was. although you told this person about your life, you NEVER made it burdensome to them. like that's my life, but we are separate from that. and this person was acting stupid. I see a few of yall into the occult too. and that definitely makes you different, doesnt it lol. but you don't mind it and didn't hide it because it's who you are. when you saw there was sneaky behavior going on, you left. you used your intuition to guide you. and now, this person does have a lot to give and will give it but if I screw them over they will bounce out. you are not the one to do an unfair relationship. I'm seeing this person got caught cheating on their phone. like you saw some hidden text messages. I also heard "nude" like nude photos you found. this person was doing too much. and you were like no it's not fair. and it was like they didn't care. they were only sorry they got caught. they see you are strong, know who you are, know your worth, and you won't bow down to anyone. and that's on purrrr! it hurts you, but you know your special and you are a gift to somebody out there. so if you have to leave, then bye. you'll see why I'm special later on. and this hurts but you know how to keep pushing forward. and your person is just like, omg how are they doing this, how are they still okay!? pile 1, your energy is so beautiful 😍. its very tranquil. and im not saying that you never get upset or anything like that but there is a peace about you. like it didn't work out. okay, cool. I'll just keep working on my life, taking care of me and mine. and best of luck to them, ya know? I see you did love them, like them a lot. but that's the way the cookie crumbles. and tbh, pile 1 I feel you'll be better off without this person anyway. like you'll be happier being a lone, find somebody else, or just keep taking care of business. so many blessings to you all, you deserve wonderful things. ❤

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PILE 2 🥠🥠🥠

Hi pile 2, so while I was shuffling I heard likeable. so your very easygoing and charming im getting. this pile is nurturing, motherly. I get the energy of "ill lick your wounds for you so you don't have to". Ouuuu a healer. I see. (make sure that people don't try to get over on you, because they will try it)! You are a kind person. I'm getting friendly to everyone around. This pile is let's make love, not war. You don't like to agrue much. This person could have been a fireball and you just put their fire ALLLL the way out lol. I feel like some of yall worked with this person or around them. and there would be competition around you, and they would try so hard to get your persons attention. like look at me!! trying real hard. and then there you were like " I'm just here, doing me". you weren't trying to stand out. and they looked right at your ass too. 😂😂 Pile 2, you are almost too loving for your own good, aren't cha. 🥰 you love life. you showed this person a different way of living, like just go with the flow. but you weren't reckless. if you did go out or drink. I'm feeling like a festival or winery type. you showed this person that life is fun. you are a true free spirit. you don't let a lot of life's qualms bother you. this group is very natural. humanitarian. I heard the word garden. this pile is the type that give to the less fortunate. I'm seeing a person on the street and like you'll give them money, food, or whatever it is with no second thought. very "here you are. be blessed". and this person was in awe of that type of generosity. because this world doesn't have people like that. you weren't doing it for attention. you are a G-I-V-E-R. Tbh, with this pile I'm really feeling like you have a gift to help people, but I'm not sure that you even know that yet. you think that's just how you are. but i see you really doing things with the community. know your purpose you all, because its so important. you are balanced. Yes you are such a giving person. BUT you will hold back IF needed. you know when to hold em & fold em. that's you. you just don't have to try hard. I'm getting your person wears a mask to fit in. you do nothing, you can get somebody's attention without doing much of anything really. you love life and you give life into others. into earth. the seas. skies. heavens. whatever it is, you give life to it. this pile is an empress. very divine feminine. *(remember tarot have NO gender, it is only energy)* you'd make a good parent if you had children. *as I said that, I heard I don't want kids but I have fur babies*. 😂 okay so you take care of your pets as your little babies. we love them too. 🐾🐾 this group wishes good on other people. as I was pulling your oracle. the card purpose slips right from my hands. and it reads. purpose: I know what I am here to do. didn't I say this group fits in to a bigger picture. find the reason you are on this earth, do not waste another minute because you will feed so much life into other people. earth angels. 🥰 beautiful. pride: I love myself and see myself in everyone. and gratitude: I am thankful for life and the opportunity it presents. come through pile 2! confirmation again. I just said you love the life you live. the pride you have is almost humble. it's like you like yourself. the good. bad. ugly. and there's no better way to be. and that's why they like you! heck, I like you 😂 so awesome. let your light shine.

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PILE 3 🥦🥦🥦

Pile 3, whatsup!? How are yall feeling? So right off. This is more about your mindset pile 3. your intellect. this person valued your decision making. you moved very carefully when it came to other people. they would come to you and ask about somebody. and you could look and examine and tell if that person was okay or had some type of ill intent. umm....intuitive much? you are a very wise person. you listen a lot to your gut, even if you have to sleep on it. your going to go with what you feel. you knew how to get work done but you still made time for the connection too. I'm getting that some of you have an important job or school that takes up time BUT you knew when to be silly and take breaks too. I'm feeling like you and this person had really goody times together. snapchat filters and silly faces 🤪😂. you are a very determined person. when things get hard or you fail. you never stop trying until you succeed. but you pace yourself, never tire yourself out. sheer determination from yall. love it. there's a lot of power in that. this group loves gathering information. reading. tv. listening. however you gained it, you shared it with your person and other people. a teacher. you actually made this person become better when you spoke to them. it challenged them. you also had a quirkiness about you. I'm getting you had hidden talents about yourself that were really random 😂. but your person loved it. you all pulled the empathy card. it reads: I am open to seeing both sides of the situation. again yall, you really know how to read people. use this to your advantage and get in touch with yourself. Tbh, if you tap in...you can sense auras. if you can't already! 💫🔮

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I have to say, every single one of you are special. each of these piles possess such unique abilities and talents. bless you all. not to say your perfect by any means. but beautiful works in progress. so whether or not these connections work out or your person comes back. you matter. you don't need to change what beauty inside yourself. keep growing. keep challenging yourself. don't compromise. your worth it. so climb to the highest mountain top and scream. "I AM WHO I AM. I AM WORTHY. AND BEAUTIFULLLLL". bless. -E 💙🌻

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jean-swolo · 4 years

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THOUGHTS ON THE RISE OF SKYWALKER (AND HOW DISAPPOINTED I AM IN JJ AND HIS CREW)— AN ESSAY

I'm going to rant on tumblr instead cuz i was late to the twitter party and frankly no one cares about a new account so here goes-

but before that- 📢LOOK AWAY, SPOILERS AHEAD📢

1) apparently jj abrams can't differentiate between emotional and upset because all I've been feeling since i walked out of that damn movie was disappointment and utter heartbreak

2) the writers did the movie h o r r i b l y. every single character were mistreated. from the main protagonists to the side characters- (shivers) the whole story was a fanservice mumbo jumbo, cramped into one, huge hot mess. it's like they've fckin ran out of ideas and decided to pluck ideas from every subgroup in the star wars fandom and just threw it into this heap trash of a movie.

3) what happened to ben... baby boy I'm so fckin sorry they did u this dirty. i can't even explain it. it's like his whole arc was meaningless. it didn't make fckin sense the way jj ended him. he's been ABUSED, BETRAYED, MANIPULATED, GROOMED INTO SOMETHING HE NEVER WANTED TO BE AND YET HE'S PROVED THAT HE'S STILL GOOD. He's hurt, scarred, sacrificed himself for the person he loved, and he got it. He got what he wanted after almost 30 years..... aND LOST IT WITHIN 30 SECONDS BECAUSE HE'S DEAD. HE'S KILLED OFF AND BRUSHED AWAY AS THE LAST TRUE POWERFUL SKYWALKER THAT EVER LIVED. ben, kylo, adam. baby I'm so sorry you don't deserve this mess-

4) rey. Let me just say (and I'm being brutally honest here) rey just doesn't feel like rey in this movie. i feel a lack of character from her in this movie. she felt off. like it really wasn't rey and she was possessed by something. the way she fckin fled after ben disappeared... it just... it felt like she didn't love ben as much as ben loves rey but i refuse to believe that because rey initiated the kiss, she's been the only one to believe in ben other than leia, she's the one who sought ben out from across the freaking galaxy and put in the arms of danger to guide him back to the light, and the way she smiled when she was ben came back to save her... it really doesn't make sense. and Rey's ending- fck. imagine if harry potter ended with harry living back under the staircase. yeah. that bad. daisy, rey.. I'm so sorry

5) the reylo. it's finally canon. it's finally here in its purest form. wE FINALLY GOT A KISS--- BUT AT WHAT COST????? I'd rather have a jyn and cassian v2 if i knew the end was like this. they were each other's halves. even palps said it himself, they were two halves and their force is strong enough to give life. if that ain't powerful idk what is but the way they separated... i refuse to believe this is the end of reylo but fck, thinking rey never got the family she longed for and almost got it in ben before he was killed off- rey will be spending the rest of her life thinking of what they could be, and the thought of ben just stares and smiles at rey with so much adoration and longing, like he's memorizing every inch of her face before he... makes me fckin sick. the story's just rude and cruel and jj has been spewing bs throughout the whole press tour. and I can't help but hate him for it.

6) the title of the movie itself is a giant mistake. what the fck is a rise of skywalker when there's no skywalker left to actually rise??? and no, someone taking their name, let alone the one taking it is a descendant of the person who dedicated his life to destroy the skywalker family... it's just r u d e and condescending af. it would've been better if rey took tha 'solo' name instead bcs then it makes sense, she'll be continuing Ben's legacy, t h e i r legacy.

7) the ugly, sad, and depressing message of the movie. It probably goes like this-

Once you're a villain, you die. No redemption. Redemption is dying because you don't deserve redemption, forgiveness, and second chances because you're bad, despite whether it is your fault or not.

And that love is hopeless. So, very hopeless. You can never get a happy ending. Everything you'll ever love would just die away and you'll be left alone again. Do not ever love.

👎👎👎👎👎👎 jj did the worst thing a director and writer could've ever done. thanks for ruining not only the sequel trilogy, but the entire star wars saga. thanks for making all 9 movies meaningless. thanks for the heartbreaks you've given to all of us fans.

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queenofgotham800 · 4 years

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Little-Big Fights (3-3)

(Roman Sionis x Reader)

Warnings:Gramatical Errors, Swearing, Blood, Hospital, Bit of OOC Roman, Angst

(A/n): I want to thank you all, for reading this story and voting, or rebloging the last chapter. It really means a lot to me. 💜

Part-1 Part-2 Part-3

You took a deep breath and the finger on the trigger moved, you turned the gun at his leg and heared the shot. It didnt killed him, but he backed up, screaming and his weight started to pull him down from the pier...

In second, that Roman slowly started dissapearing behind the edge, you ran to him, laying on cold and ground. With one hand, you caught his arm and with second; the hurted one, you caught iron railing of the pier, hoping you won't fall down with him. Storm, strong wind and rain didn't made it easier for you.

"Please don't let me fall," he was scared, looking in yours (y/c) eyes.

"I won't." you shouted to Roman, trying to pull him up. The view was scary enough for you, so when Roman started to turn his head down you mumbled, "No, no, no, don't look down honey." He didn't listen and looked underneath, just to see sharp iron debris, sticking dangerously from pier. His eyes widen from increased fear. You didn't even realized you called him honey. Since it was raining and your arm was in pain, his hand started to slowly slip from yours. He was also too heavy for you, and you couldn't pull him up without help. Roman saw the fear in your eyes, frowned and looked down again.

"(Y/n), you need to let me go!" he shouted through the wind. You didn't listen him, still trying to pull him up.

"Seriously, I don't want to pull you down with me." he said and you tightened the grip around his arm.

"No, I can't. I rather fall down with you," you felt how you slowly started to lose the strenght in arm. Roman smirked, "I always loved your stubbornness, but this is not the right time for it (y/n). Just close your eyes and let me go," Roman said while looking in your eyes fulled with tears. You were not ready for this. You were slowly letting him go, not becouse you wanted, but becouse you didn't had the strenght to hold him anymore.

Then you felt somebody kneeling next to you.

"Uh, can I help or is it personal?" Harley asked. When you heared her voice you sighed in relief, "Help would be appreciated now..."

"Romy I know, you just tried to kill my friend, but it seems that my other friend is in love with you," Harley started to speak to Roman and she gave him her hand. "I am not!" you said when you knew that Roman is safe as Harley started to pull him back on pier. "You are. Yeah, at first you shot him, which means that you wanted revenge, you got your revenge. And if you weren't in love with him, you would let him fall," Harley smiled and you frowned. Roman was already laying on pier and he screamed when you touched his leg. "And of course, Mister Queef Richards loves you too," Harley said and you lifted eyebrows as you heard the nickname. "Who?" you asked and watched Harley laugh, pointing at Roman. "Oh.." you mumbled, looking at his wounded leg. "I mean, he has your ring, he didn't wanted to pull you down with him. I would never ever thought that this man can love, but you," Harley made a dramatical pause, catching your shoulder, "you have such a nice personality, that you are changing him to better person," she smiled at you, pulling you to hug. "Thank you," you said, "Thank you so much," you smiled.

"I think you should check on him," Harley said and then you turned back to look at Roman who held his leg in panic. You walked to him, still keeping some distance.

"Thank you.." Roman frowned and mumbled.

"You don't have to thank me, I did it for my friend (y/n)," Harley said and dissapeared with Cassandra Cain-who watched all this from distance- in fog.

After weird quiet of staring at eachother wounds you asked, "Did the bullet came through? Or is it still there?"

"It looks like it came through," Roman said and groaned in pain.

You kneeled down to him, "Give me your shirt."

"What?" he asked and put down his suit. "I need to stop the bleeding," you said with serious expresion and he nodded. You didn't saw his body whole month, but you could say he gained bit of weight. This month you just fighted eachother, had big arguments over little things or big things. This moment was a welcomed change for you both, even when Roman was bleeding.

You took his shirt, pushing it to the wound, pulling out your old phone.

"What are you doing?" asked Roman, "I am calling ambulance," you said, refusing to look at his blue eyes. He tried to take your phone from your hand.

"And what are you doing?" you asked, pulling it away from his reach.

"I don't want to live without you. I can't live without you," he said and you tilted your head in disbelief. "No, just stop. You can't be like this," you scolded him and then sighed, "I'm gonna call the ambulance, there is no way that i am letting you die, after saving your life."

"(Y/n), please," Roman cried and you didn't knew if its becouse of the wound in leg or in his heart.

"No!" you shouted. After calling ambulance, you could not stand the fact, that he is crying and you hugged him. "Just stop crying, you know I hate to see you like that," you pulled him closer and he burried his face in your shoulder. "She was right," Roman mumbled and you pulled him away, "Who?" you asked. "Quinn. When she said I love you," Roman said, holding your cheek.

"Why..Why are you doing this to me," you said through tears, "Just one day without you and you nearly killed yourself. I dont want to think about things that would happen if I weren't here." you caught his hand on your cheek. "You probably wouldn't get shot, I am sorry and I quite understand why you shot me," he looked on your arm, worried. "I am so sorry, (Y/n)."

You lifted his chin and looked at bruises on his face, some of them were still bleeding.

"Please, I'll stop flirting with others, just please come back. I need you so much," Roman said and put down ring from the chain. "I..I..Roman, I mean, are you sure? This month we were just arguing. I love you so much, but I can't be with you, if you don't like my presence," you said, looking on the ring.

"I am sorry for this month, (y/n), for everything. I didn't gave you my attention, i was mean to you... I fully deserve this," Roman pointed at his leg. You took a deep breath, you never saw him sad like this and it was breaking your already broken heart. "I.. forgive you then," you said, taking the ring slowly from his shaken hand. When you had it on finger, you smiled through the tears and Roman kissed you and hugged you again.

Sun was rising, but rain was still falling down on Gotham.

"I love you so much," Roman whispered in your ear, and you felt how his hands felt down and he felt down too, laying on the cold pier with closed eyes.

Last thing he saw was the sunshine in your eyes. Your beautifull eyes fulled with tears. Your voice screaming his name. He didn't felt the pain going through his leg. Everything was calm and dark... "(Y/n)..." he whispered

Then, he saw light. Lights were flickering against his face. He was still alive, slowly breathing, but still alive. Then Roman closed his eyes again.

He heared you, singing a familiar somg to him, felt your hand tangled in his hairs.

"(Y/n)?" Roman said, and he was surprised how weirdly his voice sounded. You smiled at him, giving him cup with water. "Roman, honey," you caught his hand and sighed in relief, "How are you feeling?" After that, Roman remembered at his leg, looking down to it.

"It hurts," he said touching the cast. "I am sorry, i didn't meant to shoot you that badly," you said.

"No, dont be sorry," Roman mumbled and sat on hospital bed.

"Doctor said you have to have it like two months maybe..." you sat next to your husband.

"Two months? Wait what does it mean?" Roman looked on you, concerned.

"Well, it means you have to rest. I will take care of you," you said giving him kiss on cheek.

"Oh, i would like that," Roman smiled.

You missed this version of him. Of course, he could be brutal and cruel, but he could be also soft, but only for you. You cupped his face, which was still bruised and covered in blood, since doctors refused to clean him. Either they were afraid of him or they hated him.

"Doctor also said you can go, when you wake up. Honestly, I just want to go, hospital is bringing me some old memories which I would like to forget," you said and Roman wanted to get down from bed, but you stopped him. "No, no, no, wait here, don't move," you said and ran outside his room for something. "Where do you think i would go?" he smirked. Alone, in that room he was afraid too, but then you came back with wheelchair.

"Looks like I've got new driver after all," Roman smiled and you helped him to sit there.

1 month later, Black Mask Club

You were standing in middle of the club, dressed in fancy dress looking on guests dancing under stage, having fun. At first if was hard to take care of the club, but you somehow managed it. After that, you came upstairs to Roman. His leg was slowly healing, but he was still in wheelchair.

"Hey babe," you came into dining room, where he sat, reading newspapers.

"Hello, how are you cutie," asked Roman, while giving you soft kiss.

"Good and so is the club," you said pulling the wheelchair to bedroom.

"I have some news," Roman said while you helped him to dress up to his pajamas. "Tell me then," you smiled and opened wardrobe to find yours too. "I sold the warehouse, there was just lots of ugly memories and..." he didnt finished the sentence becouse you kissed him.

"I have some news too," you smiled and caught his hand, slowly placing it onto your belly.

"Wait.. I.. I am.. I am going to be a father?" he asked, cupping your cheeks. "I am going to be father," Roman laughed and kissed you. That night, you were both cuddling thinking about the name for baby.

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austarus · 5 years

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Sherloque Wells x Reader On Thin Ice With Affection

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to its rightful owner(s).

It's been a couple of months since Sherloque and you started dating. Being on couples grounds meant that you and the ruggedly handsome detective have taken the opportunity to get to know one other before jumping into anything serious in the relationship. You know of Sherloque’s seven unique, yet disaster-filled marriages from the fact that he’s mentioned it a few times over the Thanksgiving season.

Gradually, you started to open up to him about your past boyfriends; mentioning the good, the bad, and the ugly. Sherloque did his best to comfort you, feeling a sort of guilt within him because of the pain others have caused you. You had this little hope in your heart that these personal talks could be a possible building point to develop trust between you and him. At least to confide in one another if something comes up without having to worry about judgments and such.

Through some time, Sherloque had revealed bits and pieces of his past to you. How things had happened, why they worked at that moment, and why everything fell apart. Of course, Sherloque tended to keep certain specifics, which you’d respect, but he would give you the general overview of the situation. Usually the bits and pieces were about his past relationships and interactions. He had an inkling feeling and deduced from your behaviors that you’d want to do what you can to make things right in this relationship for the both of you.

From that point on, you made sure to be yourself while also being careful and considerate of Sherloque. The dark-haired detective had gone through so much heartbreak that he’s felt like he has no one or a family to return to. Mentally, you’ve made it your mission to show him that he does indeed have a place here on Earth 1. That he has you to return to.

New Years Eve is approaching quickly, which meant the annual family gathering was taking place at your parent’s house. You had already missed Christmas, wanting to spend it with Sherloque and Team Flash. You shake your head slightly, sitting next to Sherloque on his bed-couch with your laptop on the email of the invitation. The dark-haired detective had his reading glasses on and French book in hand.

It’s too early to bring him to anything family-related. You think, playing with the chain of you necklace, a golden star on the chain. I don’t want to scare him off or make him feel uncomfortable. Or feel like I’m dragging him when he clearly wouldn’t want to go.

The atmosphere in the lounge room was overall tranquil and warm, the soft tune of cafe jazz music playing in the background. Snow drifted comfortably outside, covering the city with a thick blanket layer. Sherloque glances at you from the corner of his eye, hearing your sharp, little intake of air. He denotes that you're feeling nervous beside him, fiddling with your necklace or your rings were always a sure sign of the emotion. But why? He tucks his hair behind his ear, mind making multiple deductions on the current situation.

After shutting your laptop off and placing it on the coffee table, you automatically lean your head on his shoulder when you sit back, letting out a small and shaky breath. The multiverse Wells turned his head slightly to look at you, a soft twinkle in his eyes before going back to his book. Being the affectionate person that you are, you always love to give and receive it. Hugs, cuddles, kisses, even just sitting or standing close to the one you love. But... you sometimes feel like you're bothering Sherloque with it all. He’s never voiced anything, but... you can’t help but assume that he’ll get fed up one day and turn you away. So after a few moments you remove your head from his shoulder, guilt flourishing in your heart.

"Sherloque?" You scoot away a bit to give him some space, looking up at the scruffy man.

"Oui, mon chaton?"

"I uh...." Sherloque sets his book down on his lap to fully look at you along with taking his glasses off. He watches you curiously with one quirked eyebrow. Yes, he’s seen you nervous before, especially with Team Flash, but not like this regarding just you and him. "I'm sorry um..." you fiddle with the tips of your fingers, avoiding his azure eyes.

“Pourquoi?”

"I'm sorry for always bothering you whenever I give you hugs or kisses. I haven’t been giving you the space that you deserve. So... This is a two-person relationship and I'm sorry for being selfish in always wanting affection, I'll be more considerate next time."

Your words hit Sherloque’s heart so much because never has a woman or any of his wives ever apologized for something so trivial like this. They usually complain that he doesn't give enough love or affection. Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait pour mériter quelqu'un d'aussi pur et précieux que toi, ma douce? The dark-haired man muses in his mind as he pets your head and smiles gingerly. A small gesture of assurance on his part to let you know that you’re ok. That it’s ok.

"You just have a big heart, my sweet. There's nothing wrong with sharing that with the people you love."

"But I don't mean to bother you or distract you from what you're deducing or solving. I don't want to stop you from doing what you love," You respond with a sheepish look, inwardly restraining yourself from wanting to hold his hand or to snuggle into his warm embrace.

The detective pulls you close to him for a comforting hug, the blanket covering you both almost falling off you two from his movements. Sherloque kisses your forehead sweetly, "You'll never bother me, please don't change yourself unless it's for what you think is best. To be a better version of yourself for you, not for me and not for anyone else."

You can’t help the tear that escapes your eyes because your past boyfriends have always complained about you and your constant affection giving-recieving ‘problem’. You snuggle into his chest instantly, not wanting him to see you cry like a baby, but you had a feeling he already saw the tell-tale signs of tears. Because he’s right here murmuring comforting words in French and holding you close in his arms. What did I ever do to deserve someone as understanding and loving as you, Sherloque?

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Translations:

Pourquoi: For what?

Oui, mon chaton?: Yes, my kitten?

Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait pour mériter quelqu'un d'aussi pur et précieux que toi, ma douce?: What did I do to deserve someone as pure and precious as you, my sweet?

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anastasiaskarsgard · 5 years

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Destiny of the Damned

Part 1 - Meeting Roman

Chapter 3 - Zombie

"Why wouldn't you go on dates? They're fun. Even if you end up never speaking to the person again, how else are you going to embarrass yourself singing karaoke, or bowling, or playing putt putt golf, or laser tag?" I asked.

"I'm more interested in fast forwarding to the end of the date." He smiled and winked at me. "Besides, I don't think I've ever done any of those things you said... Ever"

"Whhhhhhaaaaattttttt? Shut your dirty whore mouth." I exclaimed wide eyed with my mouth hanging open.

"What? That stuff is too cheesy for me. I've got a lot on my plate, I don't have time for nonsense."

"When I grow up, I wanna be just like you." I say like a smart-ass, resting my chin in my palm as i lean on the center console "Ok change of plans. We are now going to this address." I keyed in the new information into the navigation.

"Is this like your favorite place?" he asks with a smirk.

"No, I've never gone, but I remember reading about it."

"So any address you ever see, you remember forever?" he asks incredulously.

"Yes. Anything I read or see, I remember. Not so much what I hear always."

He raised my hand to his pillow lips and gently kissed along my knuckles and across the back of my hand. He took my index finger into his mouth and gently sucked on it, turning his lustful gaze on me with such intensity, i could feel the heat in my core. I could see how he got his reputation, and Although it felt nice, I blurted out my first thought.

"I bet you made out with your hand when you were a kid huh? Like when you decided to practice?"

He froze and removed my finger from his mouth and turned to me rolling his eyes, "Don't you find me attractive?"

"Duh." I giggled.

"Duh?" He shook his head and dropped my hand putting both hands on the wheel and staring ahead with a sour look on his perfect face.

I stare at him as he continues to ignore me. Good fucking luck buddy. I got my phone out and opened my karaoke app. I turned the radio off and selected a song I figured everyone knew; "Zombie" by the Cranberries.

"Excuse me, I was listening to that." Roman said, flashing me an annoyed look, as he reached to turn his radio back on, but I karate chop his hand at the last moment, and he lets out a yelp in surprise.

"Hiya!" I shouted playfully. "We are going to sing karaoke on the way and get that off your bucket list."

"I wasn't aware that was on my list." He said icily, staring straight ahead again looking even meaner.

"Brrrr. It's so cold in here... must be you." I take my seat belt off and lean across the center console and breath hot breath on his throat and then lick all the way up to his ear, and then gently kiss his cheek. He visibly melts and lets out a low growl and pulls over. As soon as the suv was in park, he picks me up completely and sets me in his lap before crushing my lips with a frantic kiss. I could feel him getting aroused since I was in his lap, and I pull away to look at him, both of us already out of breath. We lock eyes and he opens his mouth to speak, but thinks better of what it was he was going to say and just returns my gaze with a half smile playing across his lips. I search his face, taking in the Gorgeous green color of his eyes, his pillow soft lips, The little line in the middle of his nose, the hardly noticeable scar on his cheek, his severe cheekbones, the way his face looked almost perfectly symmetrical. He was so beautiful. What the hell do I have to lose here?

"What are you thinking about?" He asks as I lean in to kiss him again.

"How someone so beautiful, can be so lonely." I say against hi lips without thinking. As soon as it comes out, I want to slap myself.

"Who said I was lonely?" He says almost shyly.

I meet his eyes and tenderly kiss him. I place my hands on each cheek and nibble on his bottom lip ending in a drawn out smooch. I open my eyes and he is staring at me thoughtfully. I nuzzle my nose against his cheek and I feel him relaxing, before he snaps to attention, glring at me suspiciously.

"Tell me What.You. Want. From. Me."He commanded. His eyes never leaving my own, his intense gaze willing me to tell him what he wants to know. I don't think he knows what it's like to hear no. I try to think of the answer to his question, because I am just as curious what the answer is. finally I think I have the answer.

"I want you Roman. And I want you to want me. But not the easy way" I said pressing my hand down on his stiff erection. "I want it from here." I placed my hand on his heart and placed his hand on mine.

He looked a little nervous, and broke our eye contact and looked out the window. He chuckles uncomfortably shaking his head, "If you knew me, the real me... you wouldn't say such a thing. I'm ugly and I'm incapable of love. Giving it or receiving it."

My heart broke for him. What could be his reason for saying such a thing? People don't say stuff like that for nothing. This boy had some deep issues and some serious baggage. i let out a big sigh, as I crawled back over into my seat.

"I should take you back." He said, not making eye contact.

"I'll fucking climb through your doggy door if you try to escape me now." I teased.

He smiles in spite of himself and turns to me with his eyebrow cocked, "I don't have a doggy door."

"It's easy enough to make one." I say seriously as he searches my face for something.

"Great you're a psycho," He laughs. He was trying not to smile but he couldn't help it. He tried a few times to go back to his brooding mean mug, but then hed glance over at me, and break out into a smile again. "I like you a lot. You're crazy." He leaned over to kiss me gently on my lips, running his fingers into my hair, before pulling away, and turning on the car. "Now let's try this again shall we?"

He truly was breathtaking when he smiled. It was then I decided I wasn't going to be cautious or hold back. I was just going to give 100% and hope for the best. Worst case scenario; i get to have a night with Roman Godfrey, Best case, well I wasnt sure what the best case was but i bet there was a Pinterest or two dedicated to it.

"You remind me of her so much. Your attitude and free spirited carefree nonsense..." He said wistfully.

"Letha?" I asked.

He nodded slowly.

"She must of been a fucking legend," I joked."Time to sing fool!" I howled.

"You really don't forget do you?".

"um, nope. I'll go first, and you can see how I do it and then, we will switch, and you sing while I drive, and so on and so forth."

"What makes you think I'll let you drive my car?"

"Because I can afford to replace it and you don't give a shit about material possessions anyway." i huff.

He laughed and agreed.

"Prepare to be entertained!" I belt out "Zombie" like i was on stage performing for thousands. I knew I was an excellent singer and I wanted to impress him and it was clear i Had.

"Could you sing one more song for me?"

"Sure. What song you wanna hear?" i asked excited he liked my singing.

"Geri by Super Humanoids."

"Oh I like that song." I found the song and started to sing. I decided to use two voices for the man and the woman singer. I sounded kinda silly but I had good range and could do high notes as easily as very low notes. It was actually a challenge sounding so ridiculous and we both laughed and laughed when the song ended.

"Switch." I yelled.

He sighed dramatically, but he pulled over. I jumped out my side and he stepped out walking around the front of the car. Just as we were about to pass each other, I grabbed Roman by his blazer and pushed him against the grill kissing him hungrily. He was all for it and switched positions with me pressing me against the large Mercedes symbol. I reached for his belt buckle and looked at him for permission.

"Wow really?" He hissed mischievously.

"I'm giving you 100%, I'm not being afraid of you, I'm trusting you." I looked up at him innocently. "Can we try that?"

"I don't know beautiful. I've never done that, and we hardly know each other, and you don't want to try that with me." He said looking everywhere but my eyes.

"Yes I do." I stated. "Don't be a pussy, what are you afraid of?"

He looked down at me, still hesitant but with a sparkle in his eye. "I'm terrified of you."

"wow. honesty. youre turn. ask me anything!"

"Tell me your darkest secret... " it was an order, but he wasn't trying to compel me. This was sincere curiosity on his part.

"wow you don't fuck around! Well the date might be over when i tell you, but here goes.' why this question I scream in my head, before blurting out, "I killed my parents, I'm not sorry, and if given the chance, I'd do it again." Shit. That was a bit of an overshare. I could of left out the last half.

Romans eyes grew wide and his eyebrows shot up as he took a few steps back from me. "Fuck baby, you don't gotta tell me why, but did they deserve it?"

"Yes." I said without hesitation. My heart sank as he looked at me strangely, unreadable to me.

"That's so fucking hot." He closed the gap between us and pulled me over to the passenger side of the car, seating me on the seat, facing him as he stood between my legs. His kisses were so fevered and desperate. It's like he was starving and I was the only cure to his hunger. He stripped my shirt off and whimpered when he saw my breasts in my sexiest lace bra that only covers less than half my breasts, and at 36D, that's quite an eyefull. He slipped my nipple into his mouth, circling each nipple several times before sucking on them hard and then lapping at them back and forth at a feverish pace. He pulled my panties off, but left my jean skirt on, and plunged his fingers inside my soaking wet core, using his thumb to rub circles on my clit.

I reached down and unbuckled his belt and pants, freeing the biggest penis I had ever seen. It was more girthy then usual and quite long. No wonder he was so arrogant. "Let me suck your cock please." i stated. I have an admitted oral fixation, and quite enjoy wrapping my lips around a nice cock. theres something about making a man melt, and be putty in your hands, that gets me excited.

"Yes mam." Roman said breathing heavily and groaning as I run my hand up and down his shaft. He backed up and I got on my knees assessing his cock. My god IT IS EVEN BEAUTIFUL! How is he so perfect? I opened my mouth as wide as I could and barely fit it inside. I had no gag reflex, but even with that advantage, I could only handle a little over half of the total cock in my mouth. I used my hands to work the rest of it, making sure to play with his balls and look up at him now and then.

He moaned "oh baby, You're so fucking good at that. I swear baby, you are the fucking best blowjob ever and that's saying a lot." He was breathing heavily and watching every thing I did with great interest. "Can I fuck your little pussy now please? Cars keep passing and totally know what we are up to, so we need to hurry, but first I need to bury my cock deep inside of you."

I stood up, wiping drool from my chin, and bent over the seat, offering Roman to take me from behind, but he flipped me around crushing me with his lips as he shoved his cock deep inside me. I couldn't help but to cry out. I'd never felt so full, it was amazing. Anyone that ever says size doesn't matter, is a fucking liar. If I hadn't been so wet, it may have been an issue, but luckily I was embarrassingly dripping.

"I want to see your face as I fuck you, is this ok?" roman moans kissing me deeply again. "Why do I feel so fucking attached to you like I'm in fucking love with you? What have you done to me angel?" He whimpers as my breath hitches and i nod that I am ok, so he picks up the pace and I scream out his name.

"Harder Roman! It hurts so fucking good. Fucking break me baby,I'm gonna cum, don't you dare fucking stop." I held on to him as I felt my orgasm building up to near spilling over when I felt his teeth sink into my shoulder causing my release to hit me like a tidal wave and I bite him back, Digging my teeth in his collar bone, tasting his blood splash into my mouth.

"Where do I cum?" He asks frantically, peering into my eyes, pupils blown out, looking fucked out and helpless.

"Back up." I ordered. He did so and I got on my knees and opened my mouth as He shoved his cock down my throat and convulsed, shooting his load down my throat. I get up and he grabs my face smiling.

"Baby you look so fucking crazy. You bit the shit out of me." He says pulling me to the rear view mirror, to see the blood and drool all over my face.

I grabbed some napkins out of the glove box and poured the remainder of my water on it, so I could clean off my face. I did the best I could and got in the driver seat. I looked over at Roman and he had this dopey look on his face. "You okay?" I asked.

"I think I'm smitten." He said dreamily. "That was so fucking hot, I will go play fucking mini golf or fucking bingo or wherever the fuck you want,I don't give a shit. I want to make you happy."

I looked over expecting a joking demeanor but there was none. He was serious. I was right about him, he just needed someone to love him most. He needed to be the boss and in control and to feel special and I was going to give him that.

"You've got me 100% Roman. Now choose a song. Don't think I forgot!"

"Do we get to do that every time we switch because if so, I'm gonna have a fucking marathon karaoke session up in this motherfucker." he said with a twinkle in his eye.

I genuinely laughed with him, intoxicated by this strange feeling we were feeling. Happiness and attachment, were no friends of mine but for once i wasnt afraid,which was insane! If there was ever a boy to be afraid of, he was it, but not tome. To me, he was just perfect.

#bill skarsgard #billy skarsgard #roman godfrey #hemlock grove #bill fanfiction #meeting roman #roman godfrey fanfiction

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shinelikethunder · 7 years

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And the mentality that you MUST disclose your sexuality and gender identity is frustrating because it's based on the experiences of an (often very young) group of people from ultra-liberal areas of liberal countries. Some people aren't out online, or are out only to their friends, because homosexuality is illegal in their countries. For me, personally, my fandom identity isn't linked to my IRL identity, but I'm not out simply because it's much easier to explain away liking and writing F/F (1/2)

than it is to explain a blog descriptor like (24 | cis | bi). The current climate of disclosing everything about yourself is frustrating because it completely ignores people who don't, for personal and safety reasons, want to disclose their sexuality and gender identity online. (2/2)

I’m sorry you can’t be out openly, anon, and I hope things get better where you are. Especially if you’re in a country where homosexuality is outlawed. The US state I live in still had actively-enforced sodomy laws when I was a baby queer figuring my shit out, and it’s an incredibly fucked-up and stressful thing to live under, even though I was in a liberal area with an accepting family. So here’s a big fat middle finger aimed at the pressure to disclose more than you’re comfortable with, and two big fat middle fingers for anyone trying to shut you out of online support networks for actually having privacy interests in that information.

And yeah, the shape all the discourse-squabbling and queerer-than-thou-ing takes is really, strikingly callous towards the actual vulnerabilities that are supposedly the basis of all the militancy. It’s... ugh, “privileged” has become such a loaded word. But it is, in the less-loaded sense of “oblivious dismissiveness towards problems one is lucky enough not to be forced to think about.” Except those problems are the same ones they claim to be crusading against in the first place. And it doesn’t stop with demands that everyone disclose their sexual identity (or abuse history, in closely related discourse).

Like, not to veer too far off-topic, but the cavalier use of doxxing/outing RL identities/trying to get someone sacked or investigated by the police or get their fucking children taken away, as a routine intimidation tactic in fandom arguments that devolve into pseudo-SJ wank? That shit may not happen in all fandoms, but it’s flat-out horrifying, and it’s rooted in similar indifference to the very harms that are being used as a pretext for aggression. And when it’s done by sheltered teenagers and college students who’ve never had to support themselves, don’t have kids, have never had to worry about getting fucking jailed for being queer, reblog a thousand guilt-trippy "spread this like wildfire” posts about police brutality but don’t even stop to make the connection before they try to drag the authorities into their discourse pissing matches... it makes me want to slap them. Other people’s lives, livelihoods, families, and freedom are not your playthings. If other people’s disclosure--which might put them at considerable personal risk--is just a chip they gotta throw into a silly online status game in order to not get shat on, a chip that might later be exploited to terrorize them if the game turns ugly... that game doesn’t deserve to be called “activism.” No matter how many of the rote motions of activism it’s going through.

#tumblr 'social justice'#anonymous

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1 of 3. (Even after cutting things, I can't fit in 1 message again, sorry to bother you). I'm glad you understand me about everything. And that's exactly why I put "imperfections" and "flaws" in quotes. If anything, Arthur is perfect in his imperfection. Every feature, quality, action, decision makes us unique.

2 of 3. For some it's just easier to simply put labels on a person, but context matters. I'm just tired of people who oversimplify things, it hurts when again and again I see people who dismissively calls Arthur skinny, dirty, wrinkly, ugly, weak, dull, silly, criminal oldman (and that's not the whole list) and considers him just as such (maybe that makes them feel superior).

3 of 3. Same here, I've never paid attention to wrinkles (and in fact many other things) before. His wrinkles form amazing moving and changing patterns, feels like I'm watching ballet, not just looking at a face. Arthur has such rich facial expressions, seems like every cm can move indipendently and simultaneously in any direction (oh, especially his dancing eyebrows, that's another story, very long one!).

Don’t worry about the length of your messages, you’re not bothering me at all 💕 I completely agree, everything we’re made of, whether it’s a physical feature or a trait of our personality, makes us unique. No one is perfect in this world, but each of us is perfect in their imperfect way. I understand what you mean, unfortunately many people are obsessed with the physical appearance, and it's really tiring that the way we look is so important, we should love each other for who we are and see the beauty in each of us.

There are no features or qualities better than others, but unfortunately some people do not understand it. Besides, many people seem to forget that Arthur is a man who has faced a lot in his life and it's normal that this is reflected on his appearance; behind his being skinny, his being wrinkly hides so, so much more. It hides his whole life and his pain. He's not even old anyway, he looks older only because of what he went through, but he's young and he has a whole life in from of him and even if he was old he'd be still beautiful. I don’t expect everyone to like Arthur, I don't want to, I'm just saying that making a question of matter about how people looks is not the right thing to do, whether it’s about Arthur or someone we know in real life. Besides who offend Arthur by saying these kind of things they're offending also Joaquin, and he's a real person who doesn't deserve it. I'm probably going off topic lmao

I know omg 🥺 it’s wonderful to look at his face. I could draw it every day and every day I would find new things and details that add to his beauty even more mesmerizing traits to look at and love. The scene where he talks to Murray before killing him has always enchanted me, he moves literally every inch of his face. Of course this is also thanks to Joaquin’s amazing acting skills, but every time I'm speechless. Every millimeter of his face moves and every area of his face represents a different emotion of his, he looks like a mosaic 💕 I understand omg his eyebrows are so fascinating! I love them, they're the perfect frame for his beautiful eyes. I also adore his chin, I have noticed that he tends to move it very often, even when he makes an imperceptible movement. It's very sweet to see his chin moving and see the baby wrinkles on the left side of his chin being dragged by these movements. He's really a work of art in every possible way <33

#anon asked #loving on arthur #ask

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queenofgotham800 · 4 years

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Little-Big Fights (3/3)

(Roman sionis x Reader)

Warnings:Gramatical errors, Swearing, Hospital, Wounds, Angst and then ton of fluff :)

(A/n): Posting again cuz tumblr won't let me tag it... 😓

I want to thank you all, for reading this story and voting in last chapter. It really means a lot to me. 💜

Part-1 Part-2 Part-3

"Please don't let me fall," he was scared, looking in yours (y/c) eyes.

"(Y/n), you need to let me go!" he shouted through the wind. You didn't listen him, still trying to pull him up.

"Seriously, I don't want to pull you down with me." he said and you tightened the grip around his arm.

Then you felt somebody kneeling next to you.

"Uh, can I help or is it personal?" Harley asked. When you heared her voice you sighed in relief, "Help would be appreciated now..."

"I think you should check on him," Harley said and then you turned back to look at Roman who held his leg in panic. You walked to him, still keeping some distance.

"Thank you.." Roman frowned and mumbled.

"You don't have to thank me, I did it for my friend (y/n)," Harley said and dissapeared with Cassandra Cain-who watched all this from distance- in fog.

After weird quiet of staring at eachother wounds you asked, "Did the bullet came through? Or is it still there?"

"It looks like it came through," Roman said and groaned in pain.

You kneeled down to him, "Give me your shirt."

You took his shirt, pushing it to the wound, pulling out your old phone.

"What are you doing?" asked Roman, "I am calling ambulance," you said, refusing to look at his blue eyes. He tried to take your phone from your hand.

"And what are you doing?" you asked, pulling it away from his reach.

"(Y/n), please," Roman cried and you didn't knew if its becouse of the wound in leg or in his heart.

You lifted his chin and looked at bruises on his face, some of them were still bleeding.

Sun was rising, but rain was still falling down on Gotham.

"I love you so much," Roman whispered in your ear, and you felt how his hands felt down and he felt down too, laying on the cold pier with closed eyes.

Then, he saw light. Lights were flickering against his face. He was still alive, slowly breathing, but still alive. Then Roman closed his eyes again.

He heared you, singing a familiar somg to him, felt your hand tangled in his hairs.

"It hurts," he said touching the cast. "I am sorry, i didn't meant to shoot you that badly," you said.

"No, dont be sorry," Roman mumbled and sat on hospital bed.

"Doctor said you have to have it like two months maybe..." you sat next to your husband.

"Two months? Wait what does it mean?" Roman looked on you, concerned.

"Well, it means you have to rest. I will take care of you," you said giving him kiss on cheek.

"Oh, i would like that," Roman smiled.

"Looks like I've got new driver after all," Roman smiled and you helped him to sit there.

1 month later, Black Mask Club

"Hey babe," you came into dining room, where he sat, reading newspapers.

"Hello, how are you cutie," asked Roman, while giving you soft kiss.

"Good and so is the club," you said pulling the wheelchair to bedroom.

"I have some news too," you smiled and caught his hand, slowly placing it onto your belly.

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