#“you probably know me from-” YOU ARE A FUCKING TUMBLR USER GIRL SHUT UP

[the-casbah-way]

the ego trip some fic writers are on makes me want to die like girl some real world perspective would be a game changer here

#i mean it's not just fic writers but it usually is #why are you talking down to strangers on the internet because you write fanfiction that some people like #i just feel like fandom loses its fun instantly when people try and bring the internet celebrity factor into it #like when i was younger those kinds of people put me off posting my own stuff because of how self important and condescending they were #and in hindsight it's like why ???? why were they treated like gods because they *checks notes* wrote a fic with a few thousand hits #it just reminds me of that early 2000s era of fandom where people would build entire websites for themselves #where they'd go on and on about how popular and beloved their fic was #and pretend it was a means to make connections and interact with other people #but it was just an excuse to jack it to the sound of their own voice (i'm talking about the thanfiction guy) #like. what is the fun of fandom if you're not in it to just like. have fun and be a nice person and have actual friendships #“you probably know me from-” YOU ARE A FUCKING TUMBLR USER GIRL SHUT UP #it's not a nice or approachable way of interacting with other fans....we are all the same here and everyone should get to contribute equall

[pixeljade]

For those of you not in the Doctor Who fandom, let me try to explain what's currently happening. Because this MAY effect you, this is possibly the revival of 2000's Doctor Who fandom, and if you're a longtime tumblr user...that should mean something to you. Possibly something terrible.

So many of you may remember the name David Tennant. I mean, you must, the fandom never shuts up about him, and he DID go on to be popular in other series (Specifically Good Omens and the Ducktales reboot), but he's also known as the Most Popular Actor To Ever Play the Doctor, AKA the Tenth Doctor (Give or take, it's hard to quantify, but most fans will name him). His era was seasons 2-4 of the new series. (Side note: The New Series started in 2005, and is by far more popular than the original series. If you need to know why there are multiple doctors, suffice to say they transform every few seasons, it's a weird sci-fi show, what ya gonna do)

Anyways, during this era, the Showrunner (Guy Behind The Scenes Who Makes All The Decisions) was a man named Russell T. Davies, and he was an absolute GOD of camp! He's arguably the reason for the revival, as well as the massive boost in popularity that the show has received. Also during this era we had three Companions, (They're the human friends who follow the Doctor on his adventures, basically some level of viewer-proxy character, but also very much their own individual characters); Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, and Donna Noble. The popularity of these varies, but generally Rose and Donna are considered more popular than Martha. During the David Tennant era, we got approximately one season of each, and then David left, and the Doctor became Matt Smith, and the Showrunner was a man named Stephen Moffat.

Now the fandom, we generally HA A A A TE Stephen Moffat. I wasn't aboard the hate train at first, myself, but I really grew to dislike him as he mishandled all the girl companions during his era (They were all very Joss Whedon-esque "Independent Women", love to fight but really display very little character development), and then even more over his run of Sherlock (Oh yeah, he's to blame for the Sherlock with Benedict Cumberbatch, too). Suffice to say, he sucks, and is the reason why Doctor Who kinda...fizzled out as a fandom. He had control for SIX YEARS, which was frankly completely awful. Anyways, even he left, and when he did, Chris Chibnall took over as Showrunner, and the 13th Doctor was chosen, Jodie Whitaker! In my opinion, it's a solid combination, but by this point the fandom had died out almost completely. Only a few die-hards remained.

At this point you're probably wondering "SO WHAT, WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?", so I'll skip past her era and let you know. So first of all, Chris Chibnall's replacement was announced to be...Russell T Davies. Yes, the most popular creator of the series returns! And then, they announced that David Tennant will be returning...though they never said for how long, and in what capacity (Could be a cameo, which has happened before, it's usually pretty minor when it does). THEN Donna Noble was confirmed to return, and well...the latest episode happened.

The latest episode involves the Doctor regenerating into David. Fucking. Tennant. And it's been confirmed, Russell T Davies' FIRST THREE EPISODES are all involving Tennant as the Doctor AGAIN, and Donna Noble returning as well!

TO SUM UP, THE DREAM TEAM FROM THE GOLDEN ERA OF DOCTOR WHO HAS RETURNED AND THEREFORE ITS QUITE POSSIBLE THE FANDOM WILL REVIVE TO THE HIGHEST POINT IT HAS EVER. FUCKING. BEEN.

Just thought you ought to know.

#Doctor Who #Tumblr #fandom #seriously this is gonna be like outright insufferable #Doctor Who Spoilers

[duskwingmoth]

notes and highlights from reading my discord message history (2016):

girl u used to be so sillay. I should get silly with it sometimes

2016 me was a little confused but was also so fucking right about lars steven universe

ough. Failure to recognize imminent trump presidency. You stupid fucking liberal ffs

do u rember enjoying overwatch. I rember...

Liveblogging the sonic 2016 stream like "this new charmy bee album is bussin"

"I just saw the quintessential torb potg"

"beginning with him dying"

hanging on his corpse for the full respawn timer"

"while his turret did the hard work"

"predictably nowhere onscreen"

I was the first drop dash hater. If there are no more drop dash haters i am dead

attempting to read through this sexting now KNOWING FOR SURE i was absolutely faking it is. cringe

S. Skoop. I forgot that i called skype "skoop" (and that there was a brief period where i had it on my phone while discord was on my pc)

Talking about multiple story/game concepts i have since abandoned. Death

Doesn't matter if it's 2013, 2016, or 2024; somebody somewhere is complaining about JJ Abrams. It is probably me

There was a dang stevenbomb when these messages start and tbh I was right on the money abt steven universe in general. More ppl should have listened to me instead

huniepop lmao

I was still in iPhone Hell

Making comments to friends about things i refuse to share or elaborate on. I have learned nothing

playing ALL the hits tbh we even got Complain About Family in here

Scoutposting but it's overwatch

"defense shouldn't have left the point undefended"

Bitch shut UP about Pokémon

Oh my GOD just Shut Up About Video Games in general

The Sword Art Online hater has logged on

All these tumblr links that don't work anymore. Sad

How did i make it to 22 without realizing i was experiencing caffeine withdrawal

Yes yes past robin you've got nintendo diagnosed as fuck can you not sound rude and elitist and also cryptoracist about it

(three hours worth of messages just ranting about nintendo jfc. 2009 youtube would have loved me)

The Traumadumping,

Watch watch. You can see the exact moment steven universe rips her heart in half

Reading through basically all the previous things in varying order. Knowing what's coming up.

The moment

Oh no... The Federation Force announcement. The five stages of grief logged in real time

girl your dick was not out for harambe you did not even know what that meant

Hare-brained game concepts part 3027498: radio station with hundreds of hours of recorded dj voice lines

360 controller sucks send post

It is so easy to tell what youtube poop i was hyperfixated on at any given point

girl u really went looking for and personally banned specific slurs in your twitch chat and proceeded to NEVER STREAM. Self-harm champion. Self-harm's strongest warrior

Oh my god. The inception of steam user gofasthog was on my birthday

Is sent jerma rumble live-action with no prior knowledge or context. Complains

Affirming my girlfriend's life choices and gender. Rare pre-crack based moment

Not long now

The PSVita Chronicles. Very short-lived

"Why is twitter orange" wtf are you on about

September 26th, 2016; 09:00 AM PDT:

There really is like. A shift in my tone after this. Immediately so much performative anger is just gone

"I'm trying not to think about it tbh" no you should be thinking about it more. More please for your health pLEASE think of the hips you are going to lose your chance

Lesbian Gay Bacon Tomato Quiche Ice Arson. I cracked the code

Impostor syndrome. Envy. Jealousy. Girlthing you need to chill

Posting through having my shoes disintegrate instead of asking for a new pair. Lol. Lmao even

Finally watched the jerma rumble series and enjoyed myself. The redemption arc we all deserved and didn't know we needed

Utterly failing to code basic game functions. I needed my girlf frend to help me she is so smart and cute and lovely

the wii u woes

And the switch jokes. They're bad! They're very bad

I had played the paladins beta. You can tell because i complained about torbjörn overwatch again

Civ VI release date, or: how i learned that having good CPU was actually really important

Also the day i committed to my new name

More coding failure

Mere hours before the election polls are called it dawns on us both that we really are going to get a trump presidency and i weep with despair while trying to convince us both that the worst won't happen

(It didn't. We are alive and together)

You can see me desperately struggling with the growing reality that i am not as politically reasonable as i consider myself

A dark pall over the holidays. I won't elaborate. I don’t think it's necessary

#long post

[themaribatpit]

Jasonette July Day 1: Suit Up

EDIT: Written by The Maribat Pit Content warning: Swearing, there is a quote that is a reference to Titans!Jason, references to Chloe’s actions in “Battle of the Miraculous”. Rated: T Inspired by: that one Tumblr post that suggested what would happen if Jason used a Lucky Charm.   Prompt: Suit Up The kidnappers had Marinette, and Jason knew that desperate times called for desperate measures.  Marinette hadn’t returned home from her mission the night before, Plagg returned that morning without her.  He explained that Marinette had managed to free most of the kidnapped kids, but she was captured shortly after being depowered.  They assumed she was one of the kids that hadn’t managed to escape. 

Jason went from slightly worried to absolutely frantic.  Roy was still in rehab, and there was no time to call in the Bat clan for help, it was up to him.  In his mind, the more time they wasted, the closer she came to sharing his fate.  “Great, just fucking fantastic”, he muttered to himself “the bad guys have the girl you love and you’re here looking for her jewelry”.  If he went in guns blazing as the Red Hood, they would probably just kill her instantly and without a second thought.  That being said, she would probably kill him later for tearing through the apartment like this.   He was flipping the bed on its side, opening all the drawers and pulling out all of the contents.  He was trying to find the Chinese Miracle Box, thinking maybe someone in there would help him if it meant saving their Guardian.  He remembered a conversation they had when his curiosity about her powers got the better of him.

“So what if you were to, hypothetically, use several of these things at once?” He remembered asking.

“I did once, the Multimouse clones were using different fusions.  Wearing them all at once can be pretty draining, even the fusions can be pretty taxing at the best of times if I’m not careful” she explained.

She also explained what happened when her old classmate tried to put on various Miraculous at once and started demanding power from them. Suffice it to say she didn’t get her way.  So, by the sound of things, Tikki was his best bet, or he’d probably end up pissing off the other ones like Chloe did.

He found the box in her closet and opened it, to find that Plagg’s ring was missing and so were Tikki’s earrings.  He closed the box and pushed it back into the closet, before searching the room for the earrings.  She had said something before about Plagg and Tikki being the least suspicious of him.  Probably because their combined magic was what created the Lazarus pits, the very reason he wasn’t still six feet under.  He finally noticed the small red and black box sitting on the chest of drawers, and he popped it open to find the earrings inside.  He wasted no time putting the studs in one ear, before a pink ball of light appeared in front of him. The ball of light turned into Tikki who gave a little stretch and yawn before being startled to see Jason instead of Marinette in front of her. “Hey Tikki, sorry, no time to explain but Marinette’s in trouble” he spluttered, “please I need your help, I wouldn’t be asking otherwise”.

“If that’s true, then there’s no time to waste, let’s go!” Tikki exclaimed, “Just say the words and I’ll help you.” Jason’s mind suddenly drew a blank, as he tried to remember what words Marinette used to transform into Ladybug.  

“Bug Prism Power Make Up?” he tried.

“He doesn’t know the magic words?” Plagg asked slyly, “our Guardian’s life is on the line and he doesn’t know the magic words”.

“I know that you’d make a nice chew toy for Brutus”, Jason snapped as he tried to think.  “Go go Lucky Charm?” he tried, Tikki shook her head.

“Lucky charm usually comes a bit later” she rubbed the back of her head, “keep trying, if Marinette is in trouble, then she needs our help”. 

“Okay let me think, uh…It’s Magic Time? Ladybug Up? In brightest day, in blackest night...?” He kept throwing out suggestions, but Tikki continued to shake her head.  “Uh, Shazam?” he had to give that one a try at least once, Tikki sighed.

Tikki thought it was admirable watching him at least trying to figure it out, even if Plagg was no help at that moment.  It was clear to the little Kwami, she didn’t need to look that hard to know that this boy cared deeply for Marinette, even if he was hesitant to admit it at first.  Tikki remembered gently encouraging Marinette to confess her feelings towards him, while Roy and Jason’s brothers took a more…direct approach.  

“All right Jason, I’ll tell you the magic words but first,” Tikki told him and they both heard the Kwami’s stomach growl, breaking the awkward silence in the room.  Jason remembered why Marinette usually kept a cookie on hand whenever she brought Tikki along, while the faint smell of cheese usually meant Plagg was in tow instead.  

“Come on, let’s go get you a cookie” Jason said, “and some cheese for you” he shot Plagg a slightly irritated look.  As Jason looked around the kitchen, the only cookies and cheese they had were the cheap stuff.  Tikki tried to be polite about the fact that the oreo wasn’t going to cut it, Plagg just turned up his little cat nose at the processed American cheese. “Sorry Tikki, Marinette’s been a bit busy lately,” he told her before rounding on Plagg “what’s your problem?”

“You don’t happen to have any camembert, do you?” he asked, still refusing to even look at the slice of processed cheese.

“Camembert? Who was your last user?” Jason asked incredulously.  Desperate times were calling for even more desperate measures, “just hang in there Marinette,” he thought.

Jason wouldn’t be racing over to Wayne Manor if it wasn’t a dire emergency. Tikki was safely tucked away in his jacket pocket, while Plagg was clinging to the hem of his jacket as it billowed behind him.  Jason brought his motorbike to a stop just outside the gates, before hopping off darting past Damian, petting a sleeping Alfred the cat in his lap.  Right now, he was hoping Alfred the human was baking something that would catch the Kwami’s eye.  Sadly, he was not, a note on the kitchen door explained he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.  Sadly, this couldn’t wait until tomorrow.  He opened the kitchen door, the cookies from Alfred’s last batch were stored in a cookie jar on top of the fridge.  There was one cookie left, he unzipped his pocket and gestured to the cookie in the jar.  Jason reached up and grabbed the jar, before opening it and grabbing the cookie inside.  He also reached into the fridge and grabbed the camembert for Plagg.  With the Kwami munching on their snacks of choice, he dashed out of the kitchen. Plagg had practically inhaled the wheel of cheese all at once, and glided alongside him. Meanwhile, Tikki clung to the cookie with one hand and the hem of Jason’s pocket with the other. 

That morning, Bruce was not expecting to see Jason rushing past him.  He wasn’t expecting to see a half-eaten chocolate chip cookie threatening to fly out of his jacket pocket.  “Hi, can’t talk now, Marinette needs help, bye.” He called before disappearing down the hallway. Jason dashed past Dick who had just woken up, and Tim was on his way to the kitchen for some more coffee. 

“Was that the last cookie?” Dick asked, slightly groggily.

“Oh that had better not be the last cookie” Tim groaned, someone had better be dying if that was the case.

Jason rushed to his motorcycle, and slammed the gate shut behind him before hopping on and putting on his helmet. Tikki was halfway through munching on the cookie, when she gave him a quick rundown of the powers that she would be giving him.  Jason knew that the Miraculous granted the user enhanced speed, strength and endurance, he just hadn’t thought there would come a day when he would have to use their power.  It was probably for the best that their guardian didn’t choose him when he was 13, for reasons that a bunch of guards were about to find out very soon.

Meanwhile, Marinette found herself in a cage inside a warehouse.  There were two men guarding the cage, neither of them knew that Marinette was the girl in the black leather catsuit. They caught her just as the clock had run out on her powers, and they assumed she was one of the kids that had been captured.  She was a petite young woman, and they found her dressed in a polka dotted hoodie, shorts and tights.  She sent Plagg to go get help, and he had been gone for a few hours now.  She was getting increasingly antsy,  Jason was probably worried sick about her.  

Jason arrived at the suspected gang hideout as fast as could, leapt off his bike and grappled to a vantage point. “Ok, relatively small time trafficking racket. Now where is Pixie Pop?” Jason thought to himself, scanning the area from his vantage point. “Plagg, go find Marinette, and tell her to not transform until I arrive.”  Plagg flew out of Jason’s pocket and made his way there.  “Alright Tikki, what's the magic word?” The Kwami flew out of Jason’s pocket as he spoke, Tikki glided to Jason’s ear and whispered to him the phrase. Jason repeated “Spots On” and felt power coursing through his veins. It felt like Venom without the addictive or berserk tendencies, pure energy was flowing through him. He felt the uncontrollable urge to pose and move with the flow of energy, doing a flourish of kicks and punches.  It ended with him raising his left leg to his head, as if it was a vertical split and slamming it down. “Owwwwwwwwwwww” Jason groaned, “My thighs were not meant to do that.” He was not expecting the compulsive flourishes for the transformation itself.

Jason looked at his reflection in a nearby puddle, he could see he was wearing a full spotted suit and domino mask like Ladybug, yet his leather jacket stayed during the transformation and received its own ladybug pattern. Jason sucked up the pain and pushed onwards to the gang hideout.

Jason snuck in through a vent and approached a large main room, housing most if not all of the guards and their “merchandise” with cages strewn across the room with mostly women and children locked up. He finally sees Marinette, alive but imprisoned in a cage with a few other people in a corner. Jason needed a distraction so that Marinette could transform into Lady Noire. He had to do something to take the attention off every single person in the room. 

Jason sighed and thought of a plan, it may not be the most flattering, but it worked and it would not be so threatening as cutting out the lights. He burst from the air vents and landed in a crouch, standing straight and shouting “Halt Evildoers, it I...Red Bug?” 

This indeed worked as planned, as every guard, goon and hostage set their eyes on the intruder.  The guards began pointing and laughing, “Good, they don't think I’m a threat” thought Jason. The guards underestimating Red Bug was what he needed, so that they would not find him threatening or harm anyone just yet. 

Marinette took this opportunity to transform into Lady Noire. She wasted no time and began with Cataclysm, bringing down all the cages and making her way to Jason’s position. Both Lady Noire and Red Bug began fighting the guards, buying the hostages time to make their escape. As the last person successfully escaped the gang hideout, both Lady Noire and Red Bug stood side by side.  More of them began to trickle in as they heard the commotion and began to surround the pair.

Marinette needed to think fast, she didn't have much time left after casting Cataclysm. She said to her partner, “Lucky Charm, Now!” Red Bug raised his eyebrow, “Lucky Charm?” he repeated. He suddenly felt the same compulsion as he did during the transformation, his arm suddenly shot upward with the yo-yo spinning. He looked up to see a swarm of ladybugs converge to form...a purse? Red Bug caught the purse with a look of disbelief, Lady Noire looked around the room for a plan to use the purse. Lady Noire got a burst of inspiration and turned around to tell her partner of her cunning plan, only to be greeted by thin air. She was brought out of her stupor hearing her partner yell out “LIGHTS OUT BITCH!”.  She whipped her head towards the source of the noise to see Red Bug beating the guards with the Ladybug-themed purse.  “I guess that works too” she said to nobody in particular. Knowing she had little time remaining as Lady Noire, she started running for the exit. Red Bug had no issue dealing with the remaining goons. Marinette hadn’t expected Jason to suit up with one of the Miraculous, not that she was complaining.  She had expected him to come charging in as the Red Hood, or maybe start by picking off the guards one-by-one.  She was surprised, but it wasn’t an unpleasant one, mostly.  Since leaving Chat Noir behind in Paris, the fight left her feeling oddly nostalgic.  Sometimes she missed fighting alongside a Miraculous user, though Tikki might have something to say about his...unusual use of a Lucky Charm.  She walked over to Jason’s parked motorcycle and waited. Within minutes Jason followed suit and walked out the front door of the hideout.  A swirl of green light surrounded him as he changed back, and Tikki zoomed over towards Marinette.  Tikki nuzzled against Marinette’s face for a moment, before Jason walked towards her.  He pulled his girlfriend into a big hug,  Marinette is left breathless for a moment as he nuzzles into her neck.   He didn’t say anything, but neither of them really needed to say anything at that moment. Touched by how much Jason cared for her, Marinette returned the hug. She stayed in that warm embrace for a long moment, before reaching up and gently patting him on the head.  “Let’s go home...Pixie Pop.” Jason pulled away at the mention of the nickname he gave her, and before she could react, Jason began pinching her cheeks. “What did you call me?” Jason jokingly interrogated, while Marinette giggled like an idiot. EXTRA: Jason is sitting next to Dick and Damian in the Wayne manor lounge with two ice packs on his thighs Jason:  I don’t know how you do it Dickie, my thighs were not meant to do that. Dick (covers Damian’s ears): Soooo did you and Marinette…. Jason:  I literally beat up some guys with a purse today, don’t push me.

#jasonette #jasonettejuly2021 #maribat

[buc3t4l0v3r]

Headcanon — the turtles on Twitter

Leo

Almost never uses twitter

Really

He has no idea how to use it

Has forgot his password like 5 times

Doesn't understand most of the memes

Hates fancam

Shitpost? What is this???

Loves the twitter artists

Obviously his youngest brother is one of them

Proud big bro moment

Raph block him and he never find out why he can't see Raph's tweets

Aesthetic stuff in his timeline

His pfp is a hero from a 90s anime

Only uses twitter when he remembers he has one

And that means one time a month

Never tweets anything, only retweets other people's tweets

User is @/leonardohamato

Not so creative

Uses tumblr much more

Only his brothers (except raph) and April follow him

Donnie

Oh twitter

A social media filled with people read to argue with you no matter what topic is being discussed

And Donnie is one of them

Seriously he never shut the fuck up

Always correcting people

Only to be responded with "who? Cares"

"...And that's why I'm right" "who?" "Uh, me--" "cares?"

Angry donnie

Passive aggressive

Writes like 💫 this 💫

Lost 3 accounts after being canceled

But he always come back

H A T E S fancam

He's trying to prove you he's right can you please stop with these fancam??

After a few days the whole twitter knows Donnie hates fancam

The person who annoys him the most is mikey

He tried to ruin mikey's reputation by creating an account exposing him for every mistake he made in his life

But didn't work

He end up just blocking mikey

Okay he unblock him from time to time only for see if he's saying anything about him

Leo told him it's not cool blocking your brother

Raph says nothing

His pfp is probably Sheldon from The big Bang theory or Peridot from Steven Universe

Tweets with sarcasm and dry humor

User @/geniusturtledon_

Uses twitter when he's bored

Has a few followers but tons of haters

Raph

Raph loves baiting people

He'll make an account pretending to be a teen kpop fan only to annoy others

When he's not baiting he's following accounts like "wholesome memes" because he likes cute things

He along with mikey knows every drama

If something polemic happens, raph is 100% following everything until there's no drama at all

So he looks for another one

Likes when people share their animals photos

Or their motorcycles

He adores motorcycles

Of course will praise every single animal he sees on tt

"Omg your puppy is so cute I can't-🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭❤❤❤❤❤"

Very popular among the gamers

He can be a total nerd when it's about comics (or geek?)

Will complain every time he reads a horrendous comic like "I'm not starfire"

Will beat the shit out of you if you call him nerd

Even if he's

Doesn't mind seeing fancams

Enjoy mikey's art the most

His bro is so talented

Tweets about comics, motorcycles and cute pets

Messy timeline, a mix of cute stuff, art and girls selling naked photos

His pfp is probably a kpop idol

User @/thebigred

Is the second one who uses twitter the most

A considerable number of followers, the second one with more followers

Mikey

Ok ok

Allow me to introduce

The king of social media

He's part of the popular twitter accounts group

Obviously posts his art

"Omg a hit tweet"

Loved by everyone

In various occasions people has tried to cancel him for literally anything

He survived

When you enter the comments section he's in there

Almost impossible not see him in any tweet

Fancams everywhere

Knows all the memes

"Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?😭" "wft mikey"

Tweets everything that comes in his mind, and most of the tweets hit

"Love pizza"

💬2k 🔁34k ❤100k

Has lots of mutuals he considers his friends

Funny guy

Says dumb shit and get new followers

Has a fan account for his favorite cartoons

His pfp changes every month, but the most recent ones was Amity from The Owl House, princess bubblegum from Adventure Time, Mabel and after Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls, Chloe from Miraculous Ladybug and Mavis from Hotel Transylvania

23k followers dude!!!

Tagging blogs I like :)

@foreignbrunette @turtle-babe83 @turtallyawesome @turtlesmakemehappy @the-second-circle-of-shell @teenage-mutant-ninja-freak

[penguinsledder]

look into your eyes (and the sky’s the limit)

Rating: K+ (maybe T for some crass language?) Word Count: 4.8k Genre: Romance, FLUFF

ff.net | AO3 | ko-fi

“If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it,” he said with a smile, his eyes never leaving hers. 

A fluffy in-universe Kataang AU where Aang saves the world without her, and they meet after the war instead. If you’ve ever wanted to read love at first sight Kataang, pining!Katara, and smack in the middle of charming and dorky!Aang, this might be up your alley. Inspired by the song “Helpless” from Hamilton. For @kataang-week‘s Kataang Valentine’s Bash 2021, with the prompt pair air and water.

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINE’S YALL! Before you read this I must also plug the absolute cutest crossover art by tumblr user @minky-for-short, which also served as an inspiration for this fic. Aang’s 15 here, btw, and Katara’s 17.

This is by far the LONGEST oneshot I’ve written (it was originally supposed to be so short but it got away from me) and … here we go.

I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, or Hamilton.

--

Katara was not enjoying herself.

She’d only been back at the South for a week when they’d received word of a grand ball at the Earth Kingdom palace, celebrating the anniversary of the reclamation of Ba Sing Se. And while her father and brother were no strangers to these events as the Southern Chief and Ambassador, Katara was very well a fish out of water.

Sure, she’d attended some functions as a master waterbender during her stay at the North, but it was never anything of this magnitude. The glittering gold and jade green that colored the walls were far cries from all the icy whites and blue she was accustomed to all her life. Her gaze swept the room as she took in the hundreds of people gathered, all dressed to the nines in the latest fashion of their nation.

She herself wore a high-collared ocean blue dress with fur trimmings. She decided to wear her hair down for the occasion, but kept her signature tiny braids so she wouldn’t look too different (hair loopies, she could already hear her brother saying). Patterned white and blue bracelets adorned both her arms, standing out against her brown skin. Animal hide boots just peeked out from underneath her long skirt, completing her unmistakably Water Tribe look.

It was one she wore with pride. However as the night went on, she was realizing that if the room were any marker, the Water Tribes were very few compared to the populations of the Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation. On top of that, the Southern Water Tribe was almost completely cut off from the world during the war, so their specific styles hadn’t been seen by the rest of the world in years. And how different they really were—the garb she wore seemed almost out of place alongside the silk robes and dainty shoes common to both larger nations. She’d even been getting looks from different people, some curious, some confused, and some just plain rude.

As if to drive the point home, a gaggle of giggling Earth Kingdom girls with powder-white faces passed by and gave her a cold once over, making her face burn. She tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear self-consciously as she heard the click of a tongue, then more muffled giggles before they went on their merry way.

She was highly considering bending some of the nearby punch onto their faces when a familiar voice cut through her thoughts.

“Enjoying the party?” She stopped, sighing—it could only be one person.

“No,” she grumbled as she turn to face him. He stood out from the crowd just as much as she did, though he was clad in garments colored a shade darker than hers. “You shouldn’t have brought me here, Sokka. This isn’t my job.”

“Oh, lighten up, little sister!” He elbowed her. “You deserve a break after all that training at the North Pole.”

“That’s why I went home! I wanted to spend some quiet time back home, not at some grand party where I don’t know anybody,” she said, gesturing wildly.

He scoffed. “You’re practically the princess of the South Pole. Think of it as political work.”

She smirked, seeing her opening. “Princess, huh? You introduced yourself as a prince, didn’t you?”

“It’s not not true,” he huffed, crossing his arms.

“I’m sure they were very impressed,” she said dryly.

“Of course she was!”

“Oh, so it’s a she, huh?” she said giddily. The joy she derived from teasing her brother was truly unparalleled.

“Well, how about you?” he goaded her, changing the topic. “Met any guys tonight?”

“A few guys have said ‘hey’ here and there,” she said nonchalantly. “They were … eh.”

“Wow, you truly have a way with words, Katara.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “Listen, they’re boring. We barely make it past a few sentences.”

Sokka pursed his lips as he studied her. “Ah, maybe it’s because of that.” He pointed at her neck.

“Mom’s necklace?” she said skeptically.

“It’s a betrothal necklace, right?”

“In the North,” she stressed. “We all know it’s just a regular necklace in the South.”

“Ok, but we don’t know what they’re thinking. Here.” He reached over to tuck her necklace into her high collar. “Now you don’t give off ‘I’m engaged’ signals.”

“Hooray, just undeniably single now,” she deadpanned. “Look, it’s probably not that, they’re also just … not my type.”

“Oh? And what is your type?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

A blush crept into her cheeks. “I don’t know. Tall? Handsome? Thinks waterbending is great?” She shook her head. “Come to think of it, some of them get weird when we talk about waterbending.”

A look of understanding crossed her brother’s face. “Ah.”

“What?”

“Listen, Katara. I know you’re like the first waterbending master from the South in decades, and the first female one in the North, but …”

“Are you calling me a show-off?” she said indignantly.

“No!” He raised his hands up defensively. “I’m just saying that some men don’t like that. They got a lot of pride, and they get … intimidated when a woman is—”

She placed her hands on her hips. “Well good, because I don’t want them either. Just because I’m of marrying age doesn’t mean I—” She stopped, suddenly distracted as a tall, striking figure entered her field of vision.

He was clad in autumn-colored robes that weren’t quite as fancy as the red and green ones she’d seen earlier. He seemed to be around her age, and she couldn’t deny that he possessed a certain handsomeness—one that was boyish and yet mature at the same time. She looked on as he chatted animatedly to King Kuei himself, and another young man she assumed to be Fire Nation royalty from the royal hairpiece and his regal red and black outfit.

However, what intrigued her the most was the powder blue marking that arched over his bald head. It seemed to be a tattoo of some sort, and if she squinted, she could barely make out what seemed to be an arrow. It was a familiar symbol, but for some reason, she couldn’t for the life of her remember what it was at that moment. She continued to stare as the boy burst out laughing at the Fire Nation man, and Katara felt a little flutter in her chest as a small smile escaped her—his energy was infectious.

“What’s gotten into you?” Sokka followed his sister’s eyes suspiciously, then let out a loud groan. “Oh … oh no. Of all the guys, Katara!”

“Wh—What are you talking about?” she snapped, looking away defensively.

She heard the sound of his palm hitting his forehead, something she was unfortunately all too familiar with. “I know I kind of expected you to meet a guy tonight but really? So many possible men here and you decide to go for the Fire Lord?”

“The Fire Lord? Huh? What—no!” she sputtered. “It’s not him!”

“Aha, so you were staring at someone!” he said accusingly, wagging a finger at her.

She watched tensely as Sokka thoughtfully stroked an imaginary beard on his chin. “The Earth King then?” Sokka cringed. “Really, Katara, you might wanna try—“

“What do you even think of me?” she fumed.

“Wait.” Sokka’s eyes went wide as he threw a quick glance back at the trio across the room. He gasped, and Katara braced herself. “The Avatar?”

Sokka’s words hit her like a bucket of cold water. The Avatar! Tui and La, how did she not recognize him?! “I—“ She cleared her throat, trying to compose herself. “The Avatar?” she asked as calmly as possible.

“Katara, you were practically eye-fucking him across the room!” Sokka hissed, then shuddered. “Spirits, it creeps me out to say that but it’s true.”

“Shut up, Sokka.” Her face was burning at this point, and it was taking all her self-control not to wrap her hands around his wolf tooth choker and throttle him.

He sighed, not seeming to hear her. “Well, I suppose he is single.”

“Wait, he is?” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. “I mean, he’s a monk, right?

Sokka gave her a look that was in between a cringe and disbelief. “Oh, Katara, everyone makes a fuss about that! At any rate, I don’t think he’s … celibate. In fact, he’s practically the most eligible bachelor in the world, and trust me, it’s not due to a lack of choices.”

She deflated, looking down in embarrassment. Great, now she was just like all the dozens of fangirls who’d gotten starry-eyed over the Avatar. But there really was something about him that drew her like a magnet, and it definitely didn’t have anything to do with—

“Spirits, Katara, I think he’s looking at you too.”

She snapped her head back up, and to her shock, he indeed was looking right at her, seemingly awestruck. Sapphire crashed into silver, and he gave her a small, timid smile that made her feel like she was going to spontaneously combust right there and then.

Beside her, she heard Sokka groan. “Okay, he’s definitely looking at you. Guess that means I’m going to have to introduce you now.” He sighed, holding out his arm. “Come on.”

She looped an arm around her brother’s, and together, they walked across the room. Her heart sounding like a stomping herd of buffalo yaks, and she tried to ignore it by focusing on tucking some more loose strands behind her ears. When this was met with little success, she turned to fixing the folds of her dress with her free hand, unfortunately rumpling it even more than before. She only had enough time left to curse under her breath before they’d gotten close enough for Sokka to start getting the Avatar’s attention.

“Avatar Aang!” Sokka greeted him, waving at the young monk.

The young man looked up, a wide smile spreading across his face as he saw who had called. “Ambassador Sokka! It’s good to see you again,” he said as they clasped each other’s forearms in traditional Water Tribe greeting. The contrast between the Avatar’s lighter skin and her brother’s brown tone drew her attention, and she realized with a start that there were arrows on his arms and hands as well. “Are you here with Chief Hakoda?”

“Nah.” Sokka shook his head. “Dad had to take care of some business back at home, you know, with the reconstruction and all.”

“I see. And you’re with ….” He looked curiously at her, making her heart rate grow even more erratic.

“Master Katara of the Southern Water Tribe,” she said, trying to sound confident. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

A questioning look flashed across his features. “Southern Water Tribe?” he asked, glancing at Sokka.

“My sister.” Katara thought she saw a hint of relief touch his eyes, but it was gone in an instant. “Dad sent us here in his stead.”

“Thank you for ending the war, Avatar Aang. We’re greatly indebted to you,” she said, bowing deeply.

He held her gaze for what seemed to be the longest moment of her life before leaning down to take her hand and press a kiss to it. “If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it,” he said with a smile, his eyes never leaving hers.

There was a pregnant silence as she dumbfoundedly took in his eyes, his words, his hand, his lips on her hand. Her mouth hung slightly ajar, and she was pretty sure Sokka’s was doing the same too.

“All right, this is too much for me,” Sokka finally said, breaking the tension. He raised his hands and started to back away. “I’ll leave you to it.”

The pair watched as Sokka retreated, disappearing into the sea of party guests. Suddenly realizing that they were still in contact, Katara pulled her hand back and they both stood up straight, looking at anything but each other. After a few agonizing seconds, she attempted to start a conversation at the same time as he did, unfortunately, and the two got pushed back into an even more excruciating silence. Just when she couldn’t take it anymore, the Avatar cleared his throat.

“So, I uh, I guess I haven’t properly introduced myself yet,” he said, awkwardly rubbing his neck and putting on the absolute cutest half-smile Katara had ever seen. “I’m Aang. No need for titles.”

“Aang,” she tested it out. It felt surprisingly natural. “Just call me Katara, then.”

“Okay, Katara.” An unexpected thrill went through her as he said her name, and she bit back a smile. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve met with Sokka and Chief Hakoda a couple of times, and I’ve heard so much about you!”

“Oh really,” she said, cringing. “What did they say?”

“Hey, nothing bad!” he assured her quickly. “For starters, they said you were a waterbender, and you’ve been training at the North Pole.”

“Oh.” That put her a bit more at ease. “That’s true.”

“Not only that,” he went on. “But Chief Hakoda said you were excellent and the first North-trained female master in centuries! Master Pakku taught me too so … I know how big a deal that is,” he added cheekily.

“It definitely wasn’t easy convincing him,” she chuckled, fully relaxing. This was going better than every other conversation she’d had that night. “But he’s asked me to help him train his waterbending students, so I guess we’re on good terms.”

“That’s incredible! I’d personally love to see you waterbend sometime.”

Katara blushed. “What? No, I can’t—you’re the Avatar! What’s my bending going to look like to you of all people?”

He was unruffled. “Probably great. I can bend all four elements, but that doesn’t mean I’m the absolute best at them all. You can ask Toph.” He winced.

The waterbender laughed. Toph Beifong was collectively known as the greatest earthbender of all time, partly due to objective acknowledgement of her talents, and partly due to her constant self-declaration of it. “I’ll be sure to do that. Is she here tonight?”

“Nah, she’s busy with her own stuff these days. She’s found other students to yell at instead of me,” he said dryly.

“Good for you,” she said, grinning. “Anyway, I’d love to see you airbend sometime, too. I’ve never seen airbending before!”

Aang perked up immediately, looking excited as he reached into the folds of his robes. “Oh really?! Well, check this out!” He clasped his hands together for a second before parting them with a wicked grin.

Katara blinked. A couple of marbles were spinning around midair in between the Avatar’s palms. Aang looked at her eagerly, and she quickly tried to rearrange her confused shock into a (hopefully) impressed look.

“That’s uh—that’s great!” she said, and much to her relief, he didn’t seem to notice her hesitation.

“Right! This is my favorite trick,” he said proudly, before bringing his hands together again and returning the marbles to his pocket.

He’s a dork, she decided. An unexpected burst of affection swelled in her chest at the thought, and she decided she liked that about him.

“I’ve got another trick to show you,” he said, pulling her out of her thoughts. Katara could have sworn there was an almost mischievous glint in his eye as he said that.

He looked pointedly at a nearby Earth Kingdom general wearing a cape, and she watched as he did several deft twisting motions with his left wrist. All of a sudden, a gush of wind threw the general’s cape up, flipping it over and consequently covering his face.

The pair exploded in a fit of giggles as their victim threw the cape off his face angrily, revealing a very red and livid face. He started cursing as he angrily searched for a suspect.

“Uh-oh.” Aang said, ducking his head. “We better get out of sight.” He paused for a moment, calculating.

“How—“

“Just take my hand.”

She looked at him like he was crazy, but his face told her he was dead serious. All things considered, trusting him did seem to be her best option at the moment. “Okay.”

The moment her hand was in his, he spun her around skillfully into his arms with one turn. She looked up at him incredulously. “Are we going to dance?”

“Oh no, we’re going to be doing some bending practice.” He grinned impishly, placing his free hand on her shoulder. She gulped.

“Just follow my lead, Master Katara.”

The tinkling of the bianqing echoed throughout the room to signal the transition of music, and she decided Aang must have been familiar with the piece, because they took off at the same time the erhu started with its first note.

He led her through the dance floor with utmost grace, blending the both of them seamlessly into the crowd. If Katara didn’t know any better, she would have thought they really were just dancing. But observing closely, she had never seen any dance quite like whatever Aang was doing—the spiraling movements, the ability to turn himself (and her) to a different direction at a moment’s notice. They might as well have been leaves in the wind.

So this was airbending, she thought.

However, as their little “dance” went on, she started to notice a hint of familiarity to their motions—the way he would alternate between drawing her towards him and holding her at arm’s length, the way the weight transferred back and forth between the two of them—unmistakably, there was also an ebb and flow to his breeze, a push and pull.

“Waterbending,” she breathed, low enough that he didn’t hear her. She’d read about how airbenders just trusted the air to let it carry them but she’d never realized how similar it could be to her element’s constant shift of energy. That is, until this display.

A deft spin pulled her out of her thoughts, and before she could process what was happening, she found herself mere inches away from his face. Argentine eyes took up her entire vision, and she could only hear their ragged breaths and beating hearts. Agonizingly slowly, the distance between them started to close, but it wasn’t until she felt his warm breath on her lips did she realize just how close they were.

“So,” she said, ducking her head in a panic and suddenly taking interest in the orchestra playing at the end of the ballroom. The music had quieted to a soft melody, and she fixed her gaze on the bamboo flute producing it. Her cheeks burned both at their almost-encounter, and she prayed to the spirits that her complexion was enough to hide it. “Flight and evasion. Very airbender.”

The Avatar blinked, then shook his head as if coming out of a trance. “You know for someone who says she’s never seen airbending, you sure seem to know a lot about it.” He lightly swayed them to the music, just enough to blend in without actually changing position.

She scoffed. “You’re the talk of the Four Nations, you know. Plus, Master Pakku told me that learning the bending styles of the other nations would help me greatly, so I read up at the North’s libraries while I was training there.”

“From firsthand experience, I can tell you it does help greatly.” He paused for a moment. “On that note, I’m curious if you’ve read anything about the Avatar.”

She shrugged. “Sure. Comes with the territory of the four elements.”

“So, how have I fared?” he probed playfully. “Living up to your textbook expectations?”

“Well for one, I didn’t expect the Avatar would be such an incurable prankster.”

She had to bite back a giggle as her partner did his best to feign offense. “Me? I’m just a simple monk,” he said innocently.

She laughed in earnest this time. “Could have fooled me. Do you always charm girls by kissing their hands and whisking them away to dance?”

“I—“ He stopped swaying. “You think I’m charming?”

Katara flushed. “I—“ She swallowed. “Um … sorry.”

“What? No, why are you apologizing?”

“Sorry, Aang, can we just drop this?”

“If it makes you feel better, I—I think you’re beautiful.” Katara froze, and the Avatar averted his gaze. “And um, to answer your question, no, this isn’t a regular thing.”

Katara’s world completely stopped. Did … Did the Avatar—did Aang just … what did that mean?

“Aang! There you are.” The two immediately jumped apart at the sound. Katara turned in its direction, and her panicked mind picked up various disjointed information about the approaching figure. Regal crimson robes, a golden headpiece, silky black hair, a scar … Sacred spirits, she realized with a start. “I’ve been loo—” The Fire Lord’s golden eyes flitted between their two flushed faces. “Sorry, am I interrupting something?”

Katara desperately willed Aang to earthbend the ground to swallow them whole, but to her dismay, he had other plans. “No, nothing at all,” he said lightly, plastering an easy look onto his face. “Zuko, this is Master Katara of the Southern Water Tribe. Katara, meet his fieriness himself, Fire Lord Zuko.”

Zuko ignored the last part. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Master Katara.” He touched a fist to his palm and bowed to her, and Katara returned the gesture graciously.

“The pleasure’s all mine, your honor.” Something in Zuko’s expression shifted, and to her even greater confusion, Aang snickered next to her. She decided she’d ask about it … some other time.

“Now, what was it you were saying, Sifu Hotman?” Aang asked, a grin still playing on his mouth.

Katara found it harder to stifle laughter as the Fire Lord scowled, making no effort to hide his annoyance at the nickname. “I’ve just gotten word about the New Ozai Society causing unrest back in Caldera City. I need to get back as soon as possible, and I wanted to ask if you could come with me.”

A sinking feeling came over her at the rueful look Aang shot her. He took a deep breath. “Of course. Let’s take Appa so it’s quicker.”

Zuko nodded. “Thank you, Aang. I’ll just take a bit to look for Mai, then we’ll meet you by Appa.” He looked over at her, bowing once more. “I apologize for the abruptness of this. But it was nice meeting you, Master Katara.”

She bowed back. “Same to you, Fire Lord Zuko.”

She watched numbly as the Fire Lord left. Well, what did she expect? He was the Avatar, for spirits’ sake! It was just her luck that she had to start falling for him, of all people. How did she ever think—why did she ever think something was possible?

And it’s not like she was sure he liked her back? Sure, he called her beautiful, but that could have meant nothing. Regardless, it was just so damn frustrating because something was there, and they were being pulled apart before they had a chance to make sense of it.

“Katara?” He said her name timidly. She turned to look at him. His silver eyes, which had been so light and playful earlier, were filled with sadness. “I—“

“You need to go.” Aang winced, and Katara felt a pang of regret—her words might have ended up sounding much icier than expected. “Aang, it’s not your fault. Keeping peace is the Avatar’s duty.”

He gave a small sigh. “Yes, it is. But that’s not what I was going to say.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Oh. What was it then?”

“I wanted to tell you … I had fun tonight,” he said with a shy smile, easily melting her defenses once more. Spirits, what was with this boy? “I really enjoyed talking to you. And dancing with you.”

“I did too.” She hesitated. Nothing to lose, she told herself. “I … really wish we had more time.” She just knew she was blushing, but she had to try.

“Me too.” She was desperately racking her brain for something to say next, when Aang suddenly perked up.

“Could I write you?” Katara looked up, surprised. “I could send you a hawk once I get to the Fire Nation. And you can send me a letter back on the same hawk—it’d know where to find me. And I could visit you in the South Pole as soon as I can! If you want,” he added quickly.

Her initial shock soon dissipated and was replaced by warmth at his unabashed enthusiasm. He did like her. He was willing to try, and it was going to be hard, but he wanted to make it work.

And truthfully, so did she.

“Sounds perfect,” she told him.

Affection swelled in her as she watched his gray eyes brighten at her response. She listened as he excitedly rattle off a seemingly never-ending list of things they could do, ranging from something as mundane as trying out the local food to a seemingly surreal cloudbending trip (“We can take Appa!” “Okay, who is Appa?” “He’s my best friend.” “That we can ride on?” “Sure. He’s a flying bison.” “. . . oh. Neat!”)

There was really something about Aang that she couldn’t quite place. Maybe it was his surprisingly troublemaker energy, or his catching enthusiasm. Maybe it was the way his native element just exuded from him in every way, and how easily it worked with hers. Or maybe, it was the way looking into his eyes was all it took for her to believe that cloudbending really was a thing they could do, despite her never having heard of it in her experience as a master waterbender. After all, sky seemed to be the limit with this airbender.

But even if she wasn’t yet sure what it was, she couldn’t be happier to know that they were going to have a chance to find out.

“… or you could show me around your village, and we could skate on some ice and I don’t know if this sounds weird but … will you go penguin sledding with me?”

She blinked. Penguin sledding. It was honestly one of the last things she ever thought she’d be doing on a date, and the whole thing was just so … unpredictable. And fun. And free. So … Aang.

“Of course,” she said, her face breaking into a smile.

He beamed at her. “Great! It’s a date!” He immediately blushed when he realized what he had just said. “I—I mean, the date, like you know, the fruit … not …”

That was it. He was just so darn adorable with his attempt to cover up that she couldn’t help but lean over to give him a kiss on the cheek. “It’s a date,” she assured him, watching with much enjoyment as Aang, who was scarlet by this time with his jaw slack, touched the spot where her lips had been.

“What, gotta catch your breath, airbender?” she asked teasingly.

“I—I—um,” he stammered.

Katara shoved his arm lightly. “Get going, Avatar, the world needs you. But I’ll be expecting the hawk.”

“Airbender’s honor,” he said, giving her one last dopey smile before he turned on his heel and walked away. He seemed to navigate the crowd with a new spring in his step, just barely touching the ground. Clearly, walking on air was a literal thing for him, she thought with a chuckle.

“OKAY, I SAW THAT!” a voice interrupted her thoughts with a screech. She turned to see none other than Sokka aggressively making his way to her. “OOGIES CENTRAL, little sister. OO—”

“Sokka, please.” She rolled her eyes. “You talk like I didn’t see you flirting with that Earth Kingdom girl the whole night.”

“That’s different! I’ve met Suki more than once.” She raised an eyebrow at him, but he went on. “I can’t believe it. You … and the Avatar …” he whispered tensely. “Oh man, wait ‘til Dad hears about this. You attend ONE party and you suddenly have a boy wrapped around your finger!”

“Well, didn’t you and Dad say I should meet more guys?” she said coolly. “And now the tribe can stop complaining about me not snagging myself some North Pole husband.”

“We didn’t mean the AVATAR!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

“Why not?” She glared at him. “I’m sure everyone would love to meet him.”

Sokka scrunched his eyebrows. “Meet him?”

“Aang said he’d come over to visit the South Pole as soon as he can,” she said a-matter-of-factly. “We’re going penguin sledding.”

“He WHAT?” Sokka sputtered. “The Avatar? Is coming to the South Pole? And you’re going penguin sledding???”

“Yup. He asked me, and I said yes,” she said with a grin, already giddily imagining sledding down the South Pole’s slopes with him. She felt a rush run through her, making her feel light-headed with glee. In that moment, realized she might actually have half a mind to go over to the Fire Nation herself should the New Ozai Society start delaying their plans.

“Ohhh no. I know that look.” Sokka groaned. “Spirits, you’re … you’re helpless.”

Katara kept smiling. Maybe she was.

But so was he.

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A/N: Btw, the bianqing is a Chinese stone chimes instrument.

The whole point of a Helpless-inspired AU was a love at first sight AU basically, which was an interesting angle for me to write since Kataang is canonically a slow burn friends to lovers couple. Also: first move x pining Katara? Natural charmer x awkward bean Aang? I needed that in my life so I wrote it lol.

I also had so much fun peppering this with so many references (from both the actual Avatar shows and Hamilton!) If you wanna point out as much as you can I would love you for it.

#kataangvb #kataang #kataangtag #katara #aang #atla #avatar: the last airbender #hamilton #helpless #oreocheesecakes fanfiction #long overdue lol thanks for waiting

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Hi, all! So it seems that the wonderful AO3 user - objectlesson - aka on tumblr as - horsegirlharry - has sadly deleted their fics. I have only a few saved in my files, but there are some I would really love to possess, if anyone has them? I would really appreciate it if you would message me and let me know! :)

Also, I am posting the whole list of amazing stories they shared for our fandom, and I am marking (with an asterisk*) the ones that I have myself, in case anyone else would like them too! <3

Silver White Winters

by objectlesson

In which Louis catches a cloud and pins it down.

Words: 5106, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

I Must Confess (I Still Believe)

by objectlesson

Louis shrugs, eyes on the road. “You look cute in the blazer, too,” she says nonchalantly, and what the fucking fuck, what is Harry supposed to think?

“You probably do, too, but I wouldn’t know because I don’t even think you own one? Do you ever actually wear the entire uniform?” she asks, deflecting.

“Not since freshman year!” Louis boasts proudly. “They stopped giving me demerits because it’s, like, a lost cause. I literally haven’t seen my blazer in three years, I just borrow Veronica’s when I walk into Mass.” Her grin is very cheeky and bright, and she’s squinting in the sun, aviators pushed up into the overgrown auburn shag of her hair. The horizon is hazy and pink-orange as dark sneaks up on them, the air smelling of sprinkler water and BBQ smoke from people leaching the last warmth of October before summer’s gone for good. Harry feels alive with possibility, eyes watering as she smiles at Louis, unable to stop. She wrinkles her nose like it’ll somehow hide the way it looks on her face to be in love.

Or, Harry is the new girl at an all girl Catholic Girl’s School, and Louis is the unattainable, dashing senior who changes her forever.

Words: 44304, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Powerless (and I Don’t Care It’s Obvious)

by objectlesson

“Oh no, Lou, don’t make me laugh,” he whimpers. His Ribena-purple mouth twists into a glorious, breakable shape, and Louis’s heart stops. He should not be getting turned on by Harry’s full-bladder discomfort, his little twitches, his hips-stuttering. And yet.

Words: 4090, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

The Pink Ghost of Princess Park

by objectlesson

The thought of the vibrator does not go away. It’s sitting there collecting dust all through January, and every time Harry and Louis have to leave town for a press event or a show or to record or what have you, they come back home, and it’s still there, the Pink Ghost of Princess Park, the fucking glittery haunting that Harry cannot stop thinking of Louis stuffing up his arse.

Words: 7556, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

*Life Saver

by objectlesson

Nerd Boy’s giant, dorky, adorable hand shoots into the air. Louis notices he has chipped red polish on a few of his nails and some tattered friendship-looking bracelets, like the sort you make in camp, and he might hear the distant chime of wedding bells. He thought he didn’t even believe in marriage because it’s, like, oppressive and heteronormative or whatever, but that was before Styles, Harry (Harry Styles!!! What an absurd, wonderful name! What a perfect thing to scrawl in the margins of all his notebooks surrounded in hearts!) appeared in the bio lab at his new school and ruined all his principles forever.

or, Louis is a sweetheart punk with a theater background and a heart of gold, Harry is an inexperienced nerd who plays by the rules. Classmates, lab partners, and eventually friends, what happens when Louis knows he’s in love, but doesn’t know how tell Harry?

Words: 14809, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Even Your Honey Dew

by objectlesson

It probably says something about Harry that he’s so obsessed with another omega’s arse.

Words: 9512, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

What a Heavenly Way To Die

by objectlesson

She’s thought about it a lot, and two big things seem to be holding her back, aside from the uncontrollable paralysis that overtakes her body every time she so much as tries to sneak a hand under the waistband of Harry’s knickers.

Or, Louis is afraid to do stuff to Harry, who has done a lot of stuff to her.

Words: 8052, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

A Firm Believer and a Warm Receiver

by objectlesson

a few months ago, Louis had his first heat. It was no big deal, aside from it being awkward and weird and all the other things it was supposed to be. He figured he would present as an omega, so he wasn’t exactly surprised or anything.

But then, last week, Harry had his first heat, too.

Or, the omega/omega sleepover fic no one asked for but y'all really, really need.

Words: 10895, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

You’ll Know What Makes The World Turn

by objectlesson

Sometimes, when things are messy and they have more than a few weeks apart, they need the reminder. It’s comforting to have stars to map your course by.

or, Harry’s blue bandana is a day collar.

Words: 4624, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Sing You Butterflies

by objectlesson

Louis stares for a moment before some primal sympathetic force in him activates. He has to help this boy. He can hardly walk, and he seems so young (yet ageless, beyond age, like a sea turtle or a parrot or a tree or something else odd and magical), and on top of all that, he has body glitter clinging to his skin, like that roll-on stuff his sisters used to use as preteens, only pink-gold and twice as thick. It’s, like, professional grade. He’s also wearing grass- and dirt-stained pink silk women’s underwear, so maybe he’s from London. Maybe he’s a drag queen who crawled all the way from a nightclub in Soho just to save Louis from his horribly mundane and woefully heterosexual neighbours out here in the middle of nowhere.

or, Harry’s a clumsy unicorn who accidentally stomps on a witch’s garden and is turned into a human as punishment, so he wanders into a nearby village covered in glitter, still figuring out how to walk on two feet, and meets the fairy-tale-fine Louis, who has to teach him how to live as a human and stop him from eating soap.

Words: 22701, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Holy

by objectlesson

She deserves not to be so goddamned put together all the time. Being in the world’s biggest and highest exposure girlband means she’s never seen without a flat stomach, a spray tan, contouring, eyelash extensions, the whole of her body inescapably toned and plucked and waxed so frequently she genuinely forgot what fucking color her own pubes are. Louis wants to eat burgers and smoke weed and be twenty three. She wants to wake up with Harry and spend the whole day in bed fingering each other because they finally don’t have to have goddamn acrylic nails for once. She wants to grow her pubes out. She wants to lounge around in a posh, red-velvet High Hefner robe.

Or, Louis is dressed like a fucking queen, Harry’s begging please.

Words: 6608, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Only One I Dream Of: A Drabble Collection

by objectlesson

A collection of all the m/m One Direction drabbles and timestamps I’ve written on tumblr, so my readers on here aren’t missing out!

Words: 5164, Chapters: 5/13, Language: English

Diamonds in the Moonlight

by objectlesson

The 70s au where Harry is a rich girl stuck in the suburbs who thinks she loves Shaun Cassidy, and Louis is the skater who breaks into her backyard and changes everything forever.

Words: 16136, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

In the Heat of the Night

by objectlesson

“You’re sleeping with me, obviously,” Harry says then, pausing to regard Louis with a funny expression, nose wrinkled and brows drawn tight. “Don’t tell me you thought that I’d let you freeze out here!? Absolutely not! C’mon, the bedroom’s cozy, I dragged a space heater out.”

Louis wants to protest about as badly as she wants to sleep next to Harry Styles, which is a lot. Too much.

Or, Louis is the only butch in London with a truck and Harry needs to move a couch.

Words: 7726, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Once Upon a Dream

by objectlesson

“M’not gonna half-ass our fake relationship,” Louis almost snaps, voice sharp with a defensive edge, like Harry wandered too close to a bruise with needy fingers. “Now kiss me again. We’re gonna make every shitty tourist here wish they had stayed in the Midwest. We’re gonna burn Disneyland down with our gay. ”

Harry shuts his eyes and opens his mouth, because he can’t fucking say no to Louis.

Or, a fake dating AU where everyone is lying and they happen to be at the Happiest Place on Earth.

Words: 16643, Chapters: ½, Language: English

From Now Until Forever

by objectlesson

The girls go to Britney Nite and Louis wears Juicy track pants and Harry is not ok.

Niall takes the pint glass back from Harry and takes a swig, regarding her over the rim knowingly. “You’re nervous,” she observes with a grin. “Because you’re gonna get drunk at a gay bar with Louis, and you haven’t told her yet that you wanna marry her.”

“Oh, my god, stop,” Harry scolds, hiding her face in her hands, everything suddenly hot and shivery. “It’s not that,” she adds, even though it most definitely is.

“Then…you’re excited to see Louis in a schoolgirl skirt and bra? Covered in that body glitter that smells like cotton candy?” Niall presses, waggling her eyebrows, making Harry blush at the mere thought of Louis’s golden skin shimmering and sticky under club lights.

Words: 9223, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Hello, Heaven (you are tunnel-lined with yellow lights

by objectlesson

“Oh, yeah?” Harry asks, playing dumb as he helps Louis out of his coat before hanging it up. “A new phone charger? Mine’s still broken, the electrical tape didn’t work.”

Louis makes a face at him, all arched brows and tongue pressed into cheek. “Oh a phone charger? Is that what you need?” he quips lightly, voice high and lilting in this sing-song way that’s so, so high and gentle that it’s scary. He’s putting on a show for Harry, and Harry’s thrilled with it, already shivery and hot-cheeked because Louis got him something naughty, and they’re talking about it without really talking about it, wrapping it up in layers of mundanity and domesticity, still so excited to play the role of two Adults living in their new Adult flat in London that they bought with their own money from the X Factor. Harry’s living an unimaginably glamourous life so suddenly, and Louis and his gifts are right in the middle of it, the heart of his every dream.

Or, Louis buys Harry things sometimes.

Words: 2988, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Dream About That Casual Touch

by objectlesson

And that was the first thing Louis noticed about her. Not her nipples, or not only her nipples, anyway, but the fact that she was so confident with her body and didn’t seem to care that her tits were sort of soft and floppy and uneven or that she had a little roll of pudge around her hips that poked over the top of her jeans when she wore crop tops. She wore what she wanted to wear whether or not it was in fashion or technically even flattering; her hair was always messy, she only wore makeup half the time, and she seemed to like heeled boots even if she was already fairly tall and they made her tower over the boys. Louis always thought it was so fucking sexy how unconcerned Harry seemed with what people thought of her, how comfortable she was in her own skin. That by itself seemed like a sort-of gay thing, so Louis kept a remote, careful eye on her, hoping to one day see something else that blipped her radar.

Or, Louis and Harry fuck up two dates before they finally get it right.

Words: 7678, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

*Smoke Dreams from Smoke Rings

by objectlesson

“When I get a craving?” Louis says, “You have to help me chase it away. Distract me”

Oh. Harry can think of about one hundred different ways to distract Louis Tomlinson. One hundred better uses for his mouth, for example. “Erm,” he squeaks, well aware of the fact that he’s grinning and dimpling and blushing all at once, his whole face a suddenly mortifying warzone of transparent emotion. “How?”

“By hitting my arm as hard as you can,” Louis announces, holding out the arm in question. It bridges the gap between them, stiff and expectant, and Harry stares, not entirely sure if Louis’s being serious, if this is some prank that he isn’t clever enough to understand, or if the promise of touching Louis under any circumstances is so titillating that he just can’t process it. Louis rolls up the sleeve of his hoodie then, revealing his pale inner arm in maddening increments, pushing Harry somewhere between drooling and vomiting, he isn’t sure which. He just knows that his mouth is flooded, and the barely-there ghost of Louis’s veins through his skin is the prettiest thing that he’s ever seen. “Go on, hit me,” Louis orders. “Don’t be shy,”

or, Louis enlists Harry to help him with his bad habit.

Words: 18116, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Black Stars and Endless Seas

by objectlesson

Or, A Star Trek Original Series AU where Lt. Styles is a young science officer on his first away mission, and Louis is the headstrong ensign assigned to his security detail, and maybe they would be able to function together professionally in a normal setting, but not when their shuttlecraft crash-lands and they end up marooned together on an improbably and unfairly beautiful planet.

Words: 32246, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Rose Garden Dreams

by objectlesson

Harry thinks it’s a fever-induced delirium, at first. After all, she’s been sick in bed for a full forty-eight hours following the Best and Most Important beach trip of her entire life because fate is a cruel and jealous bitch who doesn’t want Harry to go on a date with the girl of her dreams.

or, Harry is sick and Louis comes to visit her.

Words: 9464, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Palms Reflecting in Your Eyes

by objectlesson

Harry visits Louis at his campus and finds a crop on the wall.

Words: 6496, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Wrap You Up in Daisy Chains

by objectlesson

Ten minutes later, an awkward, long-legged, curly-haired, so pale she’s reflective, and so obviously gay-looking Harry Styles is sitting shotgun next to Louis in a bikini, denim cut-offs, and heart-framed sunnies.

Or, Harry and Louis and a too-small bathing suit.

Words: 10613, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

To Keep the Night From Ending

by objectlesson

It doesn’t always feel real to kiss in the dark, Harry guesses. He wants it to feel real. He wants it to be the realest thing, burnt indelibly into his skin.

Or, Harry and Louis take a night swim.

Words: 5036, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Good Enough to Eat

by objectlesson

“Fuck,” Harry mumbles, shuffling. “You won’t give me shit for it? It’s sorta weird.”

“No,” Louis breathes. “Promise.”

“Okay. I just…fuck, I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” Harry whimpers, and he must be blushing because Louis can feel waves of heat coming off him, his embarrassment a hot, palpable thing. “So, like…I love rimming videos. Nothing makes me come harder,” he admits, covering his face with his hands so his voice comes out muffled and strangled.

It takes Louis a few seconds to process, to mentally rifle through his Pornhub search history and remember what rimming even is; Harry has him so stupid he can’t keep stuff straight. His ears ring, and then it hits him, and, oh, fuck. His stomach turns and tightens so quickly he’s gasping, an audible and shameful scrape of air in the dark. “You…really?” he chokes out.

Or, Harry is convinced he’s never gonna be able to try his favorite porn fantasy on a real boy, and Louis offers to remedy this.

Words: 6722, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Grenadine Sunshine

by objectlesson

Harry’s only sixteen, it shows right now, and Louis wants…he wants so many things. He wants to taste the faint, sugary ghost of lip gloss, he wants to cup Harry’s face between his palms and swipe the shimmery wet shadows from beneath his eyes. He wants to show him everything he knows, even though he doesn’t know anything about this, about kissing boys or flirting with them or doing their makeup or even showing them it’s okay to want to wear makeup in the first place. Still, Louis just wants, wants and wants and wants. It’s what Harry does to him.

Words: 18067, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Only Angel

by objectlesson

Louis pops his hip out, looking down at Harry from beneath the cut of his fringe sassily. “How do I look?”

Harry…Harry doesn’t have words, not really. He sits there on the floor with a half-hard cock, gazing up at this taller, scarier version of Louis with wide eyes. “Like I want you to spin-kick me in the face,” he admits after a moment, shakily inhaling. “You look…really good.”

Or, Louis finds a pair of heels that fit, and Harry wants to be ruined, as per usual.

Words: 6599, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Someone Who Knows How To Ride

by objectlesson

Harry gives Louis a lap dance. Or, at least, he tries to.

Words: 5114, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Copper Kiss

by objectlesson

Harry’s not allowed to fly back to the UK without marks to remember Louis by.

Words: 4604, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

You Drive Me Crazy ( I Just Can’t Sleep)

by objectlesson

The first time Louis ends up in Harry’s bed is a total accident.

Words: 18520, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Christmas Without You

by objectlesson

It’s Christmas Eve and Harry misses Louis so badly he might be going little crazy.

Words: 5639, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Vinyl and Lace

by objectlesson

Harry tries on a skirt in the X Factor dressing room as a joke. Louis doesn’t think it’s very funny.

Words: 7541, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Touch of My Hand

by objectlesson

Words: 3104, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Tour Bus Sex, Bus Sex, PWP, Up All Night Tour, Uan era, Canon Compliant, baby boyfriends in love, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Established Relationship

Born to Make You Happy

by objectlesson

Harry makes a quiet vow to himself that he will be the very best girlfriend Louis has ever had, even if he never actually gets to be Louis’s girlfriend.

Words: 25662, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Taste of a Poison Paradise

by objectlesson

Louis notices Harry’s mouth right away.

Words: 9894, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

A Little Love (is better than none)

by objectlesson

It’s supposed to be no strings attached sex, but Harry’s in love with beauty and tragedy and Louis Tomlinson so there might actually a few strings they’re not talking about.

Or, alternately, the four times they fuck and don’t kiss, and one time they fuck and do (with a few more times thrown in because I’m a mess and know how to write short fics).

Words: 15074, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

*Take Me Under the Blue

by objectlesson

Louis hasn’t even seen his legs yet. He doesn’t know how they work or how long they’ll be. Maybe they won’t suit the rest of Harry at all, and he’ll have to grow into them or something. It doesn’t matter; Louis has loved Harry for a year with scales, so he can’t imagine wonky legs putting a damper on his attraction. 

He supposes he’ll just have to find out. In the meantime, he wonders how the fuck he got here, in his squelching wellies about to save the love of his life from the sea and take him to bed and bang him for the very first time.

It’s sort of a long story.

Words: 19011, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

#deleted fics #objectlesson #horsegirlharry #larry fics #larry stylinson #larry fic rec

[f33itan]

💛⚜️Pᴀʀᴛ 1: Tᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪs Gᴏʟᴅᴇɴ⚜️💛 (From my Wattpad)

A/N: Ok, this was something a mutual of mine said here on Tumblr, and I decided to write a oneshot about it. Might be very VERY slight angst, nothing bad enough to actually be put under that umbrella though, anyways, enjoy this, and ty for the reads! :)

CW: MENTIONS OF RAPE, DEGRADATION, AND MORE FOUL WORDS THAN USUAL. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

B/N: Your Mother's boyfriend's name

M/N: Mother's name

꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

"Oi, Y/N! Go get me another pack of beer from the store!"

"Yes father!" Damn that pig looking bitch. I'm just some fucking girl, trying to protect her mom from this demon of a person! Heck, he's not EVEN a person! He's the devil himself!! Man, I wish dad was here...

When you were in about 7th grade, your real father got killed in a massacre a couple cities over. He was not only a police officer, but a great father and husband as well. He treated you and your mother amazingly, and you thought life couldn't get anymore perfect, but soon that all went down hill. After his death, your mother's health depleted and she felt empty inside. She needed somebody else to make her complete. She decided to call an old friend from high school, and next thing you know he moved in. He seemed like a nice guy at first, but soon enough he was beating you guys mercilessly, enough to leave large bruises and scars whenever you didn't do exactly what he asked, in your eyes though, it was more of an order. You hated being ordered around, but you hated your mother getting beaten around even more. It seemed like a blessing that he hasn't tried to rape her, but god knows what he'll do, he's unpredictable

With all of this happening, you decided to tell him you were doing some "extra curricular" classes in college, but what you were actually doing was taking the Hunter's Exam and learning nen. Your biological father was kind-hearted and fun to be around, but he was also strict and sometimes a bit harsh, though he always meant well. Before his passing, all three of you would go out on the weekends to train, exercise, or do something that would enhance your body power and brain power. Because of this, all of you were exceptionally smart, and bodies all well toned. Sometimes your excursions would be going to a park and practicing a sport, driving to the snow and sledding, skiing, snowboarding, and every once in a while going to another state to zip line, try animal encounters, or take a family friendly class in that state's heritage and customs.

Since you were accustomed to hard core training and events, you thought the Hunter's Exam was quite fun, and was a test to your skills. After that, you were scouted out by a strong nen user by the name of Biscuit Krueger. You and her had lots of fun training, and with her pushing your limits to the utmost best, you turned out to be a specialist.

(Whenever I imagine myself in Hunter x Hunter, this is always my nen type and stuff LMAO)

Your power was called, Black shadow. You could have up to 10 weapons on hand, completely subjected to doing your bidding. These weapons were linked to you through blood, and they were surrounded with a substance that appeared to be black mist. The weapons you most preferred to practice with and use were your katana, blood string, and scythe. You could also make a weapon yours by cutting a fingertip and letting the blood drip onto the weapon, altering the appearance then gaining that black "mist", showing that it was now yours. The downside to this technique was that those "shadows and mist remnants" were your sleep. The darkness in your mind and the shadows all around you were taken and used for that power. In turn, you were always tired, yawning, and had bags under your eyes. Another plus side though was that you had a nen created chamber that had every weapon you owned. A girl can have some fun toys, can't she? You had tools for torture (whenever you took an opportunity to try it), many varieties of weapons, and of course, more snacks. But unlike B/N, you didn't have just fatty snacks. You had regeneration potions, healthy snacks, and special nen created "snacks" to help with different things, which all of these you had collected through pulling some strings. Your mother was worried, but you said it was all just college things. Yeah, just college things..

Ill make that pig bitch pay for what he has done to my mother!

Feitan POV -or whats going on with him- :

"What time, is it.."

"8 AM Fei!"

"Shut up, green eyes, too loud."

"Oh Fei don't be rude! It's mean!"

"That's, the point."

"Oh wait, Shalnark, what this?"

"What do you mean?"

"This... gold string?"

"OI SHALNARK, FEITAN, COME ERE' REAL QUICK!"

"Phinks, what, do you, want-" Phinks just ignored his question and pointed to the TV.

This is Channel 12, reporting live from York New City Town Square. People all over the city are claiming to be seeing a string tied to their left ring finger, leading them to some unknown destination! What is this string? Who put it there?-

"AY AY IM ON TV! THE STRING THINGY JUST LEAD ME TO THIS BEAUTIFUL GIRL AND NOW WERE DATING! SUPER AWESOME!"-

I apologize for the interference, but this string appears t be leading people to.. partners? Soulmates? Find out tomorrow morning, this is Amy Starwick from Channel 12, signing out.

"What. The. FUCK."

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOODNESS HOLY SHIT FEITAN YOU HAVE A SOULMATE!!"

"Nope-"

"YESS YOU DOOOOOOO"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP CHEERY BITCH-"

"No❤️" Since Feitan was on his last nerve with Shalnark, he decided to stomp over towards Chrollo in the main room, but Chrollo just chuckled.

"Wanna go find your soulmate? See if that things real?" Feitan just stared at the ground, lightly shifting his feet.

"Go ahead, I don't mind."

"Just, doing it, out of, curiosity."

"Mhm, curiosity, go find them." And with that, he was dismissed. Feitan wanted to say it was curiosity, but deep down he had this feeling there was something else, but what was it? It made his stomach tingle and he didn't like it one bit. He tried to ignore all of this, and just shrugged it off...

꧁꧂꧁꧂TimeSkip to Next Day꧁꧂꧁꧂

Your POV + some Feitan POV:

"Alright, today's the day, he'll be at his work, and on his break, i'll set the plan in motion.." Both me and mom don't like him, and I don't know about her, but I sure hate him, every ounce of him. The plan is simple: 1. Capture mom's boyfriend, 2. Take him to an abandoned building, 3. Torture him and get all of the answers I need, and 4. Kill him. His break is at 12, and he usually goes to get takeout every other Friday, what a pig. I'll give him a taste of his own medicine.

Time: 11:30 AM

Ok, I have everything ready. Fully energized to the utmost extent, Elixirs to bring him back in case he passes out too early, and- what? He's leaving for lunch early? PERFECT! You ran behind some buildings and hid in a two-way alleyway, waiting for him to pass by...

Here we go..

One..

Two..

THREE!

You covered his head with a sack, and took his phone out of his back pocket. Before heading over to your post, you laced the inside of the sack with some sleeping powder and pressed it against his nose and mouth. Within moments he passed out, and you typed in what you hoped to be his password, which was correct. Around 12:30, you were going to text one of his coworkers that he would be "going to a restaurant across town, and ditching work for a day, not wanting to see his stupid good for nothing girlfriend or his dumb daughter." You knew he called you both this because of going through his text messages when he wasn't looking or when he was sleeping. Little did you know that somebody was watching you from afar.

"Hmm... So, she, my, what do people, call it.. soulmate? Seems, interesting..."

Time: 12:00 PM

"Jesus, I new he was a fat ass but I didn't know he weighed this much!" You were tugging him from his legs through the back ways of York New. You wanted to find a secluded area, where once you were done with him you could just toss him somewhere for the birds and maggots to eat. After walking for what seemed like hours, you came across a set of abandoned buildings, specifically the one you laid out some extra things. A couple extra weapons, some towels, a change of clothes, a chair and some rope, a couple of flashlights, and of course, some snacks. Lucky for you, the douchebag you've been dragging around like a rag doll was still out cold, so you picked him up and tossed him on the chair, tying his wrists, ankles and neck to the chair.

"Maaannn, this is boring!! When the hell are you gonna wake up?!" As if on queue, you saw his eyes start to flutter open, and you immediately grabbed your box cutter. It wasn't a weapon used by your nen, but it was quite effective.

"What.. who.. wait- Y/N!? WHAT THE FUCK?! UNTIE ME NOW BEFORE I BEAT YOUR ASS!!" you didn't notice it, but Feitan was watching from the building over.

What, the fuck? Why she kidnap him? That pig? Why? Confusing, gotta keep, watching.

You shoved the box cutter into his left cheek, and you bathed in the glory of hearing his screams of pain.

"How does this feel, you bitch? Everything you've done to my dear mother, everything you've done to me, and heck, YOU WERE PROBABLY BEHIND MY DAD'S MURDER DURING THAT FUCKING MASSACRE!!" B/N noticed the tears in your eyes, and took this to his advantage.

"So what if I was? Both of your parents were pathetic anyways."

"NO THEY AREN'T! YOU'RE THE REASON WHY MY MOTHER'S LIKE THIS NOW! YOUR THE FUCKING REASON FOR EVERYTHING SHITTY THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME!!"

"Heh, hehe.. hahaHAHAHA! YOU KNOW GOD DAMNED WELL THAT ALL OF YOU ARE PATHETIC! WANNA KNOW WHY I GOT WITH YOUR MOM!? BECAUSE SHES HOT. AND SHE HAD GOOD MONEY FROM YOUR FUCKING DAD. YOU KNOW WHAT I WAS GONNA DO?! YOU KNOW WHY I TOOK OFF EARLY TODAY?! I WAS GONNA RAPE YOUR MOTHER AND MAKE YOU WATCH, THEN KILL BOTH OF YOU AND RUN OFF WITH ALL OF YOUR MONEY!! AND YOU KNOW WHAT'S IRONIC?! I DON'T HAVE ONE. SINGLE. FUCKING. REGRET. IF IT WASN'T FOR YOUR DAD, YOU SOULDN'T HAVE HAD THE NERVE TO DO THIS, YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABORTED!!"

You couldn't handle this anymore, tears were falling down your face rapidly as you grabbed the duct tape and closed his mouth shut.

"I don't give a fuck about what you say.. I'm going to kill you here. This is your grave. Someday, I'll join you in hell, and when I do, I'll torture you again, and the Devil will laugh. You just watch and ducking wait you, you.. PATHETIC WORTHLESS PIG ASS SLOPPY ASS NASTU FUCKING BITCH!" With that, you grabbed a couple super worms in each hand and shoved them into his ears. Even with the duct tape, you could hear his screams of agony as the worms dug deeper into his ears. You then got our your katana and slashed him across the stomach, and shoved even more worms into that open wound of his. Quickly, you poured a large bottle of the elixir you had brought over him to keep him from dying so quickly. Box cutter still in hand, you carved small lines all over his arms and legs, then ripped off the tape to hear his desperate cries. You imagined he wanted to be dead, but you didn't care. His pain and you pain mixed together and you just started laughing. You through your head back and let yourself laugh. all of the pain this man has caused you and your mom will be repayed today.

But the pressure and stress was too much to handle. Your laughing of victory soon turned into screams and more tears, as you let yourself fall to the ground, not even noticing you didn't hit it hard, something had caught you, or someone..

What the shit am I doing?

Am I really going to kill him?

What's wrong with me?

What will mother think?

What would dad do?

What am I doing with my life?

You soon snapped out of all of those negative thoughts though, as you noticed something caressing your face lightly.

"Rest, now. He, won't die, so quickly. I'm, Feitan." You were a sniffling and crying mess, so all you could do was rush into Feitan's chest and cry. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around you and held you close. He had no idea what he was doing, for he had only seen this kind of skin on skin contact in movies. So, he did what those people in the movies did.

"Don't, worry... It's all, going to be.. okay."

Word Count (Including author notes, etc) : 2251

-Wrote February 3, 2021-

Unedited sorry about that lol-

Part 1...

#hxh #hxh oneshot #hunterxhunter #feitan #feitanportor #pov #feitanxreader

[undyingsunshine]

Thanks @cross-d-a and @jockvillagersonly for the tag!!! 💙💙

Name: undyingsunshine

I've been on the internet for a whole 10-12 years, and I've had quite a few name changes xD The most recent change was 2017, and it wasn't until I made this tumblr and my new AO3 a few months ago that I realised how difficult it is to choose a user/name that I connected with. I wanted to keep my DMBJ fandom posting and the rest of my online shenanigans relatively separate, which is why I didn't just use my default name ^^ As for what this username means/comes from... It was actually kind of a reference to the film Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I was going to go with "EternalSunshine" but I felt like undying sounded better, and also felt more like its own thing. ^^ Undying could also be seen as a reference to ZQL's immortality xD Sunshine is such a lovely word and I most often use it in reference to my two NCT biases, as well as most other things that make me happy. It's so warm and bright and basically everything I wish to be! ((oh and also... may or may not remind me of Funshine Bear from Care Bears))

Fandom

I've been in too many to count! Right now, we're in DMBJ hell and I'm loving it so far!!! Everyone's just...so sweet? and kind? and funny???? Honestly I was really worried about interacting with people at first, but now I feel a bit more comfortable in doing so!

Tropes

I'm not actually sure what tropes I like xD I mostly just read something if I like the premise or if it's from a writer I like! That being said, I tend to be drawn to (soft) whump/hurt/comfort or sickfics cause they're just too cute ;^; And they can really bring out a lot of character moments, or demonstrate good relationships between characters. If your story has whump/hurt/comfort and a fandom I like, chances are that I'll try it out! This is also the kind of fic that I write the most. If you want 10 relatively similar sickfics written, I'm the girl to ask XD

Fic I spent most time on

Technically I have a fic for another fandom that I worked on for around two years that I never actually finished ^^;  I dropped it in the middle of a total rewrite, and I hope some day I can go back to it and finish it for the sake of the readers xD

For DMBJ, the fic I've spent most time on is probably 'I'm Here' since I've been working on it for... months xD I am an extremely slow writer and I'm trying not to be sorry about it bcs everyone had their own pace, and it just so happens that mine is equivalent to a sloth xD

Favourite fic(s) you've written

Probably the same fic I talked about in the previous answer! It has a special place in my heart. I also don't mind I'm Here too much! There some personal wips that I quite like too, but I'm not sure if I'm up for sharing them yet xD

Fic I spent least time on

Probably the "Li Cu fucking Dies" fic, otherwise titled "Come with me, I promise the water is fine."  It's pretty much just a slight rehash of a post I made that I then turned into a fic. There wasn't a whole lot of time spent on it, mostly for the sake of my own poor heart xD

Longest fic

Definitely the fic I spent most time on. It was around 39K words, which isn't a lot but, again, I am a slow writer xD

Shortest fic

Definitely "Come with me..." which is around 370 words! Unless I was to dredge up a REALLY REALLY REALLY OLD pokemon fanfic I wrote when I was 11. I doubt that any of the chapters got past the 100 word mark xD

Most hits/kudos/comments/bookmarks: 

The unnamed long fic returns! Definitely my most popular fic by far.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: 

Definitely would rewrite the unnamed fic and I think I might add onto I'm Here's universe? Or maybe the AU where Li Cu is dead.

Share a bit of a WIP:

Ok this comes from a dumb fic idea that I had where Li Cu and his snake spirit argue constantly, but Li Cu often argues his points out loud, and people catch him talking to himself too many times xD Of course, after this snippet it turns a little angsty (because Wu Xie and Li Cu's angst towards each other is Eternal around here) but I cut it out since I don't post enough fluffy-ish content xD

You need sleep.

"Not at 7 in the evening!" Li Cu protested in frustration. "I have work to do-"

"Are you arguing with yourself?"

Uh oh.

Li Cu is frozen on the spot for a moment, blinking stupefied at the wall. A new wave of emotions eclipses his anger, and instead he's drowned out with embarrassment, anxiety and slight panic.

He turns around slowly to see Wu Xie standing behind the couch, watching him with undisguised amusement, those clever eyes already beginning to deconstruct Li Cu in the same way Li Cu used to deconstruct pens as a kid.

Or. Maybe not as clumsily. Wu Xie's innate ability to read others was more like how a clocksmith seamlessly pieces together all the intricacies of, well.... a clock...

Where the fuck was he even taking this?

The point is, Wu Xie is a crafty bastard who knows his way around people - especially ones like Li Cu who basically wear their heart on their sleeve. Or if you want to be more accurate, right on his fucking forehead like that weird headband game.

Li Cu swallows his panic with the intensity of a man starved.

"Uh... I uh... No...?" Smooth. "Not... Not really...?"

Wu Xie raises an eyebrow and levels Li Cu with a disbelieving grin.

"Oh really? Who are you talking to, then?"

"I mean... You right now, if we're being--"

"Alright smartass, who were you talking to before I came in? The wall? A ghost?"

Well, he's technically not wrong there...

"I... Ah...."

You are quite inept at this.

"Shut it!"

And there we go!!! Sorry if this ate up ppl's dashes ;;; I'm tagging @tbx12 @traineecryptid and @strandedchesspiece ((don't feel pressured to do it!! ♡♡ It's fine if you can't/don't want to ^^)) and anyone else who sees this and wants to give it a go!!

#tag game #undying prattle #this took me too long #when i say im a slow writer i MEAN IT XD #in case anyone wanted to know my nct biased are haechan and renjun!

[illnessfaker]

[ cw: f-slur, rape mention ]

no reblogs pls. this is a long vent.

haha not to be a hysterical faggot crippled shut-in freak or anything but the way ppl talk abt the defensiveness around the f-slur that some gay/bi male users (and some transfem users) on here as if it's some kind superiority pissing contest thing and not primarily about...respecting the boundaries and experiences of those gay/bi male (and transfem) users. like...being on this site as a fag-adjacent person (i say that half-jokingly because it sounds silly on one hand but on the other that's the most accurate descriptor of my gender identity, lol) is becoming increasingly draining and upsetting with how "progressive" homophobia against gay/bi men is apparently becoming, like, a meme among lgbtq people and that's acceptable somehow bc lgbtq people aren't cishets or because it's "only online" and therefore doesn't matter.

like idgaf abt ppl who aren't gay/bi men (or transfem) using the f-slur in every single context possible. if they're affectionately referring to their gay/bi male (or transfem) friends with that word (so long as said friends are comfortable with it) that's one thing. who cares. i even rb'd something where a cis butch (iirc) lesbian was talking about a gay man she knew who she was affectionatly calling a faggot and the things she said warmed my heart. if they're throwing it around at every opportunity or using it as an edgy insult against random strangers on the internet, that's another. the users on here who do the latter also regularly display behavior that like...shows a pretty clear disdain for gay/bi men (or transfem ppl) not apart of their online or "irl" circlejerks and echo chambers, and that is in no way disconnected from their love of using the f-slur, lol.

the "it's only online and so it's unimportant uwu go outside" thing also really feels like such a spit in the face as someone who both lives in a rural area full of cishet white men with guns that might try to kill me if i walked out of the house in drag (not to mention i live with my bf and his family and his parents are homophobes themselves i'm sure), and is also someone with health issues that usually keep me at home and in bed when i'm not working. i didn't always live here but even in my hometown the only "lgbtq space" i had was the high school GSA which didn't do shit other than the day of silence and was attended by people i did not feel safe around (e.g. my ex-friend who was very emotionally manipulative and ended up raping someone.) i don't have any other lgbtq spaces to go to other than online ones. if i never joined tumblr i might still be a self-hating cishet girl, or i might be dead, who knows. like, i've accepted at this point that personhood isn't something i'm allowed in (outside of my whiteness) so fuck me i guess if we need to but the idea that other young, impressionable, and/or traumatized lgbtq people who only can meet other lgbtq people and learn about lgbtq things online for whatever reason don't deserve to have us make an effort on cultivating internet spaces that are as accessible and safe for them as possible, or that their experiences and feelings are somehow unimportant is just...vile. like ofc not everyone needs to "pander" to "logged on" disabled fags like myself maybe but if you have any kind of large following on social media maybe consider that the things you say and do on said social media have like...an actual effect on other people instead of pretending that it's "just online" and therefore consequences for your actions either don't matter enough (to you personally) or somehow don't exist.

but going back to the fag thing, most popular lgbtq tumblr users on my dash i see nowadays just...simply do not give a shit whatsoever about gay/bi men, to the point they're normalizing "progressive" and "acceptable" homphobia against us bc they've convinced themselves due to the bigotry some gay/bi men (often cis, white, and wealthy mind you) exhibit we are "the cishets of the lgbtq community," despite horrific violence still being committed against us every day and despite other lgbtq people being capable of engaging in that violence themselves. ppl make thinly veiled jokes and memes where the punchline is men having sex with each other or effeminacy as if those things aren't primary avenues for gay/bi men being abused, assaulted, and killed (including acts of abuse and assault of a sexually-driven nature), as if said jokes and memes don't serve to normalize the mentalities that drive homophobic hate crimes. it's not like...a coincidence that most lgbtq people who makes these jokes aren't gay/bi men (or transfem). this doesn't even get into how things like homophobia and anti-effeminacy can pretty much boot certain gay/bi men from manhood...or womanhood...or any place in gender altogether.

call me exlusionary if you want but i think it's fair to say that the chances of people who aren't gay/bi men (or transfem*) facing the repurcussions of those mentalities in any meaningful way, the chances of these people actually having lived as or going to live as "faggots" is any meaningful sense is slim to none, and that's why they're so comfortable participating in this shit, and that's why i'm triggered(tm) by them "reclaiming" faggot (which doesn't really involve reclamation bc calling random strangers on the internet or gay/bi men you hate a slur isn't reclamation you morons), because frankly if you're not apart of either of those groups, you're just not a fucking faggot. it's not your word just because some rando on overwatch called you it for picking hanzo in comp. period. end of story. it's also just extremely absurd to try and claim faggotry as something you experience while...readily and happily engaging in homophobia and fag-hate (which isn't synonymous with the former term but i'm talking abt ppl who probably seldom ever engage which discussions and theory surrounding how homophobia instrumentates itself in society - or at least that which doesn't conform to their worldview). within the gay/bi male community there's plentu of masc "straight-acting" gays who weaponize this shit against fem gays and they (should) get held accountable in the same way. you're not special.

and god, being told my gendered experiences as a fag-adjacent person where (white) cafab women are fully capable of engaging in social forms of "oppression" against me and other fags in undeniably gendered ways is somehow an outlier and therefore not reflective of broader social by (white) masc urbanite tbros with definitively more social standing than i'll ever have in my life, as if i somehow developed this understanding of gendered violence just based off my own life and not...the reported and sometimes even recorded experiences of countless other fags who get mocked and silenced because anything that deviates from a watered down, shoddy cis feminist take on gender is fake news(tm) or bordering on saying misandry exists (like no it doesn't exist but acting as if homophobic shit like anti-sodomy laws, for example, has zero to do with gay/bi men's manhood is just nonsensical). convos on here abt gender being mostly dominated by (white) cafab women or sometimes (white) masc trans guys is such a mistake lmao.

anyway i'm tired and stressed and pretty done with having "acceptable" homophobic shit shoved in my face on a daily basis both online and offline but nevertheless i must persist because i'm not lucky enough to have anywhere else to go, really. just...think critically abt ur actions regarding gay/bi male sexuality and gender-stuff pretty please. please.

( *disclaimer just in case that i definitely don't see transfems as some "type" of gay/bi men. there are transfems who identify with gay/bi manhood and/or faggotry. there are transfems who don't. that's entirely up to them. thank u. )

#op #🌙 #homophobia #gender #site culture #no reblogs -

[erin-epica]

Woop-de-doo, it's Lord Scarlet stuff part 2

This was a post I planned on making WAY sooner, but I accidentally lost the original draft so I didn't even bother to try doing it gain until recently. And just now something happened that changed everything; and I mean what both DID and DIDN'T automatically give me the right to post this. I almost deleted my first post at that, and here's why:

In the first post, I mentioned that when I initially found out Vic was lying to me, I was quiet about it and just stopped talking to her out of fear, and then when I asked for help on what to do I was told to leave without a word. I don't think that was entirely the right thing to do in the long run, because it may have been the easiest way out but I'm better off with proper closure.

And the thoughts she left me scarred with never left my head. Time and time again, I'd find myself crying myself to sleep again at the thought of Brock forced to hide romantic feelings for Master Frown and not know who he was anymore while Frown was left unaware and in love with someone else, even if it wasn't Lord Scarlet.

And the pain sometimes came with a want to confront Vic one last time and open up to her about how I wasn't blind anymore, and how much she really hurt me. But I, again, wass scared she wouldn't care and would cut me off.

So when the pain got worse, I did what any coward would do: tell everyone else about my pain.

Now I DID tell friends of mine other than the Unikitty Amino staff about what happened, and they were all sympathetic and understanding about it. But then I told almost everyone, and then made my vent post on here (as well as Wattpad). As much as I wouldn't want to call them call out posts, they might as well have been. I didn't want people to harass Vic and make her mad...but at the same time I kinda did. I was too scared to face her that I was hoping that someone would do it for me. I even tagged accounts of Vic's. Not cool of me at all.

Now the Tumblr and Wattpad posts got me pretty much more of the same: sympathy, and acceptance that I had moved on. No one came after Vic but we could still agree that none of her actions were justified (I even got @careeningle's attention...sorry about the aneurysm)

Now comes the next important thing that happened, because I mentioned @friffinx kinda being responsible for me getting back to the Lord Scarlet Amino to write the message that I did. In it, I said that after I sent the message I did I would leave the Amino again & for good.

Well...I lied. I still checked in every day for the same reason I started venting: I kinda wanted Vic to see my message. Even if she'd ban me, I wanted to see if she'd ever notice my message. And that would've been the end of it if it wasn't for Brook.

I briefly mentioned Brook in the last post. She was another OC of Vic's, and was exactly to Brock what Lord Scarlet was to Master Frown; a carbon copy love interest. Except Lord Scarlet was far more developed and drawn & written about more. Brook didn't even really have a distinct personality, she was a girl Brock and that was it. But with reptilian overlord eyes. (To be fair, Vic drew Brock like that sometimes too)

(I didn't include Vic's art unless it was in chat bgs or whatever in the last post, but for the sake of referencing/proving a point, this is what Brook looks like)

No one really paid attention to her for the longest time. She was there in the fanfics because according to Vic, "Scarlet needed a friend." And like I said in the first post, Brook wasn't said to be canon so I never found a reason to really care for her. Plus I can only recall someone giving Vic fanart with her, and it was with Scarlet (@plastic-papercuts made it, go follow her she's gr8).

But then one day, for some reason, something in me clicked. I actually thought of a story idea for her. Somehow this bland cutout of a character had potential in my eyes, and I weirdly started liking her because of it. She suddenly felt...more real. I got pretty invested in my idea and newfound interpretation of Brook, and describing it would make this post way longer than it is so if anyone asks about it, I'll probably make a whole other post about it.

Anyway, I came up with a little plan: draw out this idea in the form of a comic and post it to the Lord Scarlet Amino. And see if Vic gets suspicious and checks out my profile and then maybe bans me. It felt a bit better than total silence and she'd probably see that someone gave a crap about Brook after all.

So I started a new chat called "It's Brook" to share my progress with the other members of the Amino, which there weren't too many of but we had fun in it. It was basically me, @friffinx , @soapycocacola, @plastic-papercuts, and a few others who aren't on Tumblr (or at least don't think are) chatting about how awful Vic was and calling out her lazy art tactics like tracing and using assets/clips right from the show. And of course me sharing the comic progress I was making. Again, this doesn't make anything we did right but it felt good getting everything off our chests. We were like a secret rebellion against an absentee dictator. One time Vic came online as we were chatting and even viewed my profile, but nothing happened. And it stayed that way until I opened Amino up one morning. For those of you who don't have it, the menu shows all the communities you're in when you open the app, and all of mine were there except for the Lord Scarlet Amino. I assumed I must've been banned overnight. But I wasn't banned from Vic's other Amino so I commented on her wall on that one. For Vic's sake, I won't show how the conversation went (and I'll explain why at the end) but here's how it went:

Me: Did you ban me from the LS Amino?

Her: There was drama in one of the chat rooms and I'm not having it. I didn't want to do it and it's not a big deal It's just an amino and you're still on this one AM I RIGHT?

Me: Yes, but I assume you read my updated bio. As I hoped you would.

Her: Nope.

Me: Oh. But you know what? Ban me from here too for all I care, I feel like you deserve to know why I left and came back: *insert me finally telling her how I know she lied, that she hurt me, and what I did was wrong here*

Her: Lol ok be that person but keep in mind that I'm one of those people that doesn't gibe a fuck lol

And then she banned me from that Amino too before I could type and submit a fitting farewell reply.

At least I finally got all the built-up emotional pain out of me, but it did help me realize something important: we never really were friends. I wanted more of her content despite all her red flags as a person so I tried enduring them, thinking it'd be worth it, and she only kinda cared about me when I was being a yes man. She never kept any promises and didn't respect me the same way I did her. So I could at least feel confident knowing she most likely didn't care at all when I first left.

@friffinx and the others didn't get banned, though, and Friff even started another chat on the LS Amino called "It's Brook 2" where they talked more about Vic being a terrible person. And it didn't take long for her to shut that chat down too and ban everyone from it that time. Friff sent me screenshots of what happened next (which again, I'm not gonna show), where Vic basically had a meltdown. She changed her username to "Little Miss Guillotine", and made a post about her being "finished with the bushit". In it, she announced that she didn't even like Unikitty! anymore but was still gonna keep/use Lord Scarlet because she wanted to. The part that made my blood almost boil wasn't her views on the show, she's free to have her opinion and I couldn't care less about it. What DID was that she acknowledged that she lied the whole time because "she didn't care anymore" and said that it was "our faults for believing it in the first place" and that "we needed to grow up"/"stop brining it up"

Ooooh boy, victim blaming, my favortie...

Since then she changed the Lord Scarlet Amino's theme to make it about The Penguins of Madagacar (again, fine with me). Either way she was still a narcissist and I thought she'd, sadly, likely never change. And my friends and I all thought that was the end of it.

Until a few hours ago...

I was browsing the Unikitty Amino and saw a new member named BlueCat. Didn't think anything else of it until the user PMed me. And this is what happened:

I didn't know what to think other than "I thought this day would never come", I was that shaken. This was so left field-ish that what else could I do but believe her? It didn't even seem suspicious or like she was trying to be a suck up, that wasn't Vic at all.

But the one thing I knew I had to do was ban her because even if she meant well and did it for the right(?) reasons, but I still asked if I should in the staff chat. @girly-glorious (also amazing so pls check her out :D) told me that yes, it was ban evasion so since I'm a leader too now I could to it on my own. But I knew I had to message Vic first and Girly told me to be careful, so this is what I sent:

And then I banned her, the end (not really)

Now I don't understand how or why this sudden behavior change happened but I don't know if I should question it in case it's personal. But again, I at least want to believe that she's really being genuine and had a change of heart because never in a million years could I imagine her being this mature. Again, she didn't demand that I forgive me or probably even expect me to. But the message still does leave me feeling sorry for her.

Now I thought that was the real end of it until I see the Penguins of Madagascar/old Lord Scarlet Amino on my sideboard.

She unbanned me.

Now I don't know where we'll go from here, if anywhere. I'm not too sure if I can really let my guard down around someone who hurt me so badly just in case she does it again. So I may not talk to her again, but if she really asks something from me, I might try and build up courage to ask her more about how she came to apologizing to me. Plus she followed me on Wattpad too.

But this is why I didn't show our conversation right before my ban or her "f.u." posts. Because I don't want people seeing more of Vic's past behavior and possibly embarrassing her about it if she ever sees this. But that's kinda why I felt like it was 100% necessary to finally make a sequel post in the end; I'm hoping people at least acknowledge Vic has changed and don't keep thinking about based on what I shared out of attempts to gain sympathy like a crybaby.

So before I go: PLEASE, DON'T GO AFTER OR HARASS VIC. I KNOW YOU PROBABLY WON'T, BUT THIS IS SERIOUS. ALL THE PROBLEMATIC LORD SCARLET DRAMA IS STUFF OF THE PAST AND NEITHER OF US WANT TO KEEP LOOKING BACK ON IT.

I hope this helps whoever's reading as much as it did me.

#unikitty #unikitty! #master frown #brock #lord Scarlet #brook #vic #vicslayer #scream queen savage #Victoria #update #amino

[heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon]

Today in ‘Hazbin Hypocriticals’:  If you put the word “anti” in front of a tag name for a show and expect the fans not to get angry when you @ them... It was never “your” tag to begin with.

I’ll stop when “antis” stop bullying people for no reason.

 You’ve failed to keep out of the Hazbin Hotel tag already on literally any social media platform and now you wanna bully people and claim that’s it’s YOUR tag? No. That’s not how this works.

https://heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon.tumblr.com/post/615126231163322368/stop-putting-anti-neutral-because-you-know-not 

https://heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon.tumblr.com/post/620770927062466560/id-twotrucksonadate-started-following-you-so-i

https://heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon.tumblr.com/post/620844266247323648/okay-so-not-only-did-that-one-person-with-a-neil

https://heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon.tumblr.com/post/621654012301869056/insert-un-captured-shot-of-the-quip-i-had-made 

https://heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon.tumblr.com/post/621693252094001152/inky-the-alien-im-not-sorry-that-i-assumed-you

https://heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon.tumblr.com/post/621922255803465728/actual-antis-with-edited-hazbin-hotel-icons-are

https://heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon.tumblr.com/post/622303703384408064/so-today-in-hazbin-hypocriticals-being

https://heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon.tumblr.com/post/622320483106439169/the-main-blog-of-the-critical-who-made-that

https://heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon.tumblr.com/post/622406773952905216/hazmat-stans-can-you-fucking-stop-with-the-it

Keep your own fucking cross tagging that you started under control and stop bullying and baiting people to “interact” with you and then bullying them for that too when they try and then maybe, one day, I won’t. The Hazbin Hotel tag is NOT your tag just because you put the word “Anti” in front of it.  The term “anti” shouldn’t even exist in fandom spaces to begin with, nether really, should the use of Pride Flags unless it’s an extension of an expression of gender/sexuality/marginalized status for ones own comfort: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVJNOKLBylg

What Anti’s do is just an extension of applying the use of a political language that they don’t understand to fandom spaces where they usually get to be the bigoted majority anyway and then now this particular one is telling me that I’m not allowed to ironically use a slam variation of my own tag that they use to bully me anyway just because they put the word “ANTI” in front of it and try to tell me it’s their tag now even though people like this KNOW that that they have a million other more hurtful. harmful, variations of slam tags they could use to bully me that they KNOW I’d never use AND THEN THESE SAME PEOPLE THINK THEY’RE ENTITLED ENOUGH TO FOLLOW ME AND BLOCK ME WITHOUT WARNING ONCE THEY “REALIZE”, COME INTO MY IMs, AND COME ONTO MY POSTS TRYING TO TELL ME HOW TO FEEL ABOUT HASHTAGS THAT THEY USE TO MOCK AND BULLY ME, because the modified tag of this show, that they use to mock and bully the fans of this show, is “theirs” and now this one is “annoyed” that I’m using something they made to mock me, to mock them right back.

Good to know it’s working, bud.

Good to know how much you don’t care about how you’re harming disabled people unless it’s convenient for you ether.

For context (Full post that they added their unwarranted commentary to): https://heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon.tumblr.com/post/618564495669886978/first-screencap-a-twitter-user-making-fun-of

You’re only adding fuel to the fire of my Lame Flame.

@zeds-shipping-safehaven​ They put your post on their blog with those tags so I think it’s only fair you see this too. ^ ^’

But yeah, so it’s like ... So far I’ve been blocked by:

1. An anti with an Ace Attorney Icon

2. A “SU Critical” with a Lemon Demon URL who only ever made posts in defense of Lars and literally absolutely nothing else.

3. (And this one I blocked by myself) A straight up Hazbin Hotel Hate Blog with an “anti” URL, whose icon was an edited or rather “fixed” ( in their own words) picture of the character of Mimzy, and this anti got angry with me in the end because I neglected to use the proper third person pronoun that was not provided out of the two I had used that were provided and were correct and she tried to call me out for misgendering her I guess on a second blog that this person felt the need to point out to me was her main blog in the first place, because she was upset that I accidentally made the mistake of calling them a girl when they used an edited picture of cartoon a flapper girl from a show they claimed to hate as their icon and they presented their cartoon avatar on their main blog that I also had no way way of knowing about unless I checked, as feminine, and only she/her/they/them pronouns were listed there too and I had no way of knowing they weren’t actually comfortable being called a girl or even if they were a girl to start with because non-binary women exist but I didn’t have the time to ask them about all that because she was too busy telling me how much she hated the cartoon that I love and for some reason expecting me to engage in a civil , “mature” (her words not mine) conversation with her about this and then I blocked her for being obnoxious and then she contacted me on her main, that she felt the need to specify was her main, just to make a passive comment inferring I had misgendered her and I had blocked her then there too, for being obnoxious.

And fancy that, all three of you had “interacted” with me first.

I think that this just goes to show that you people have no sense of taste or tact.

And I guess I’m just to much of a stubborn bisexual of the crippled variety to keep my mouth shut when an “anti” comes onto my posts and starts meme-ing off to me about how apparently I’m not allowed to hi-jack a tag based on the (most basic) slam-variation of a show title that I love, that you coined to use specifically as an excuse to talk shit about this show that I love and bully the creator and the fandom because it’s “yours”, when I’m just trying to spread awareness of the dangerous ableism and hypocrisy that anti’s have on this post that you decided to meme off on that you’ve just proven that you do not care about unless it effects you.

Meanwhile, there’s a reason that the post you meme-d off on has had 58 notes so far and most of them are likes.

Nice try, bud.

You are not allowed or entitled to make space just to bully and harass people who are trying to enjoy a piece of media just because you put the word “anti” at the front of the original title of that media .

 If I’m really annoying you that much you know that you can just go, somewhere else like, say into...One of the a million other insult hashtags that you coined that are more blatant if you think that I’m too much hell or radio active to be around... And since you probably don’t get the jokes, I’m saying you should just go slip into your hazmat suit if you feel that much entitled to a safe space.

Oh wait, no!

As I was told by tumblr user “hazshithotel”, during a one-sided “interaction” that I did not ask for, “that’s just absurd”.

Maybe it’s absurd because it’s bullying!

As for myself I’m sorry for not captioning this, I’ve been insulted enough and I haven’t showered (Oh no, I’m currently befitting of a stereotype in a game of “anti” bingo tag, how ever do I live like this?!) and I just started my monthly and I’m hungry and I haven’t eaten all day because I’ve been writing this!

You have a certain ( I’m assuming, otherwise they’d have compassion)    abled-bodied bi sexual ace attorney to thank for their ableism and why I’m posting in the anti tags again, directly this time!

After this it’s back to watching Dragula.

#anti hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin hypocritical #media comprehension #media literacy #anti culture #antis #anti's #anti anti #untranscribed #undescribed #gif #gifs #moving gifs #moving gif #gif useage #Moon Outta' Space: Still Not Entirely Here!!! <3 O #X #gif warning #ask to tag #ask to tag better

[bechloeislegit]

THE TREBLE VS THE BELLA Chapter 1

A/N: This idea came from Tumblr User rejection-isnt-failure. In swapping ideas, Jealous Chloe, Enemies to Lovers, and Beca as a Treble/Chloe as a Bella, were listed as some of our fave AUs (for both of us). So, I've decided to try and combine them into one fic (I really am going to try; hopefully, I succeed).

Set during the first Pitch Perfect movie with a different spin.

I hope you enjoy it.

Chloe Beale was getting frustrated as her best friend, Aubrey Posen, was becoming more and more anxious. They had been manning the Bellas booth for several hours and only had one girl sign up to audition.

"This is a travesty," Chloe said.

"Cool your jets, Chloe," Aubrey said. "I am confident that we will find eight totally hot girls with bikini-ready bodies to audition. Now keep flyering."

Aubrey shoved the flyers into Chloe's hands and went behind the table. Chloe managed to sign up two new girls and was standing next to Aubrey when she saw a thin brunette walking toward them.

"What about her?" Chloe said pointing the girl out to Aubrey.

"I don't think so, Chloe," Aubrey said. "She's a little too 'alternative' for us."

The girl was close and Chloe thrust a flyer out. "Would you like to join our a capella group?"

The girl looked down at the flyer and back up at Chloe. "You're Chloe and she's Aubrey, right?"

At Chloe's nod, Beca said, "I recognize you from your videos."

"Oh," Chloe said. "So, would you like to audition for the Bellas?"

"Sorry, but I'm auditioning for the Treblemakers."

"Doubtful," Aubrey scoffed. "They only recruit guys. What are you going to do for them? Be their bitch?"

The brunette ignored the bitch comment and spoke directly to Chloe.

"They're trying something different this year," the girl said. "And, I, Beca Mitchell, will be the first female Treblemaker."

"Pretty cocky," Chloe said with a smirk.

"Not cocky," Beca said. "Confident in my abilities."

The two stared at each other as if sizing the other up. "I guess we'll see," Chloe said.

"Becaw!" A voice called out causing Beca to cringe.

Chloe bit her lip to keep from laughing at Beca as she punched the boy in the arm.

"Jesse!" Beca hissed. "How many times have I told you not to call me that?"

"Ow! Sorry," Jesse said as he rubbed his arm. "I'm just excited. I can't believe we're both going to be Treblemakers." He threw his arm around Beca's shoulders

"You have to audition first," Aubrey said smugly. "They only accept the best guys-" she stopped and looked Beca up and up. "The best singers."

"That's us," Jesse said with some pride.

"Are you sure you want to audition for the Treblemakers?" Chloe asked, looking at Beca. "We're one of the best all-female a capella groups in the country."

"You were one of the best," Beca said and looked at Aubrey. "After last year, I think you have a lot to make up for to even be considered mediocre."

"You bitch," Aubrey said.

"Doesn't change what happened," Beca said with a smirk.

Aubrey moved as if to go after Beca. Chloe stepped in front of Aubrey to keep her from attacking the younger girl.

"You should probably go," Chloe said, hoping the girl would leave.

"She doesn't scare me, but I'll go," Beca said with a smirk and looked Chloe up and down. "And, maybe I'll see you later."

Beca threw a wink at Chloe as she grabbed Jesse and pulled him with her as she headed toward the Treblemakers table. Chloe moved from in front of Aubrey when she heard a distinctive sound coming from Aubrey's throat. She stood aside and watched as Aubrey took a few deep breaths and seemed to settle down.

"Did you almost vomit?" Chloe asked.

"Never mind that. We have another reason to beat those dick-licks," Aubrey said as she glared at Beca. "God, I hate her."

"You don't even know her," Chloe said.

"She wants to be a Treble," Aubrey said. "That's all I need to know about her."

Beca stole a glance back at Chloe and saw Aubrey glaring at her. She smirked and gave her a half nod before turning back to talk to Jesse and Bumper.

"I'm glad you're auditioning," Bumper said looking at Beca. "We think a good female voice will help us change our sound for the better. And, you're hot so you'll be noticed even more."

Beca grimaced and looked away from Bumper.

"Don't worry," Jesse said. "Beca's a great singer. She's going to blow your mind when you hear her."

"I hope you're right," Bumper said as he leered at Beca. "We'll see you both on Thursday."

"This is so exciting," Jesse said as he and Beca walked away.

"It's something alright," Beca said. "You didn't tell me these guys were a bunch of douchebags."

"They're not," Jesse said. "Bumper seemed pretty cool."

"He's gross," Beca said scrunching up her nose. "Did you see the way he leered at me? Ew!"

"Just tell him you're gay," Jesse said with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. "That will keep him away."

"When does it ever keep guys away?" Beca asked with a sneer. "It usually just spurs them on to try and show me how I just haven't been with the right guy yet."

"Hey," Jesse said and grabbed her arm to stop her. "Not all guys are like that. You have to stop lumping us all together. There are good guys out there."

"I know," Beca said contritely. "I'm sorry. I'm tired of having to deal with these douchebags everywhere I go."

"You're in college now, Beca," Jesse said. "Give it a chance. Besides, I think you might be a bit busy before you know it."

"What do you mean?" Beca asked as they started walking again.

"Well, aside from being a Treble, Chloe seemed to take quite an interest in you," Jesse said with a smile. "And, she's your type. Plus, Aubrey was kind of hot and totally my type. They're friends. How cool would it be if we dated best friends?"

"One, I think Chloe is straight," Beca said. "And, two, Aubrey was bitchy to both of us and didn't like me so, even if I had a chance with Chloe, I'm sure Aubrey's already told her to stay away from me."

"Maybe," Jesse said. "But you won't know if you don't try."

Beca didn't say anything as they continued walking around the Activities Fair.

~oOo~ The Treble vs The Bella ~oOo~

Two weeks later, Jesse showed up at Beca's dorm room. Beca let him in and they sat on Beca's bed talking.

"Hey," Jesse said. "Before I forget, dad wanted me to invite you to the house for dinner."

"No," Beca said.

"Come on, Beca," Jesse whined. "He's extending an olive branch. Take it. Make peace with him."

"You're lucky I let you back into my life," Beca said. "You still don't seem to get it no matter how many times I tell you. When dad left and took you with him, I got the brunt of all of mom's anger. While you two were safely tucked away in dad's man cave not giving two fucks about what I was going through, mom was getting drunk and I was left to take care of her and suffer the beatings she doled out whenever she felt like it."

"I'm really sorry about that, Beca," Jesse said. "I wish I had known."

"If you had ever bothered to take my calls, or respond to my texts and voicemail messages like you promised you would, you would have known," Beca said her voice laced with anger. "Did you even listen to any of my messages? Or read any of my texts?"

Jesse stared down at the floor not saying a word, giving Beca an answer to her question.

"You should go," Beca said and got up and held the door open for Jesse to leave.

"Beca," Jesse said pleadingly.

Beca glared at Jesse. Jesse ran a hand through his hair and got up. He walked to the door and looked at Beca. Beca looked away from him. Jesse sighed and walked out of the room flinching as he heard the door slam behind him.

~oOo~ The Treble vs The Bella ~oOo~

It took Beca almost thirty minutes to calm herself after Jesse left. She finally let out a heavy sigh and decided to go to the showers. She undressed and put her robe on. She grabbed her shower caddy and towels before slipping on her shower shoes.

Beca made her way to the showers and had started singing just before she entered the changing room and went straight back to the shower stalls. She went to an end stall, singing as she went. She hung her towel on the towel bar outside the stall and hooked her shower caddy inside. She turned the water on and stepped back to remove her robe. She put the robe on the hook and stepped into the stall, pulling the shower curtain closed behind her.

Beca fixed the water temperature and continued singing as she let the warm water cascade down her body.

"You actually have a good voice," a voice called from behind Beca. "Too bad you want to waste it singing with the Trebles."

"Dude!" Beca yelled startled. She grabbed for the shower curtain to cover herself.

It took her a second to recognize her shower intruder as Chloe; a very naked Chloe. Chloe stepped further in and Beca pulled herself back. Chloe looked as if she was trying to avoid getting wet as she grabbed the handle and shut off the water.

"Please try out for the Bellas," Chloe said. "The Trebles won't use your talent to the best of your abilities. Bumper's an egotistical asshole and always takes the lead on every song. He won't give it to you because you're a girl. You'll be a novelty and he'll just use you for show."

"Could we talk about this when we're not both nude?" Beca asked, trying to keep her eyes on Chloe's face.

"You were singing Titanium, right?"

Before Beca could say anything, she dropped her shampoo bottle and tried to grab it, causing her to let go of the shower curtain. She mumbled an "Oh, God" and bent down to retrieve the bottle. As she went to stand she caught sight of Chloe's nakedness and jumped up and faced the back of the shower.

"So?" Chloe prodded. "Am I right? You were singing Titanium?"

"Um, yeah," Beca said, looking back over her shoulder. "You know David Guetta?"

"Have I been living under a rock?" Chloe said sarcastically. "That song is my jam." She leaned in and conspiratorially added, "My lady jam."

Beca's eyebrows raised as she continued to look at Chloe over her shoulder.

"Song really builds," Chloe said and winked at Beca.

"Gross," she mumbled.

"Can you sing it for me?" Chloe asked.

"No," Beca said. "I am not auditioning for you in the shower. Please leave."

"I'm not leaving until you sing," Chloe said and crossed her arms over her chest. She let out a heavy sigh and looked at Beca.

"Suit yourself," Beca said and turned the shower back on.

Chloe squealed and put her hands up to block the cold water that was suddenly raining down on her. Beca just smiled as Chloe jumped out of the stall and glared at her.

"I was trying not to get my hair wet," Chloe yelled as she shook out her arms. "That wasn't funny!"

Beca let out a laugh as she adjusted the shower spray and stepped under it.

"I hope you do make it into the Trebles," Chloe said fuming. "They are nothing but a bunch of assholes. You'll fit right in."

Chloe then stomped off in a huff, Beca's laughter echoing off the walls behind her.

~oOo~ The Treble vs The Bella ~oOo~

Chloe was still angry when she stormed into the apartment she shared with Aubrey. She slammed the door as she came in, causing Aubrey to jump.

"Why is your hair wet?" Aubrey asked.

"That, that, argh," Chloe sputtered. "I hate her."

"What happened?" Aubrey asked.

"I was taking a shower in the Baker Hall dorms when someone walked in singing," Chloe said pacing back and forth.

"Why were you using the showers in the dorm?" Aubrey asked.

"Because you used up all the hot water here and I needed the hot water to relax my muscles," Chloe said and then stopped to look at Aubrey. "Who cares why I was there? I heard an amazing singer and when I followed her voice and saw who it was, I nearly fell over."

"Who was it?"

"That wanna-be Treble, Beca Mitchell."

"Oh," Aubrey said. "I'm guessing by your upset state that you talked to her?"

"Yeah. I told her she should audition for the Bellas and not the Trebles because they wouldn't use her to her full potential. Then she turned the cold water on me."

"Ah, so that's why you're hair is wet," Aubrey said, catching on.

"That's not the worst part," Chloe said. She sat down on the sofa and let out a breath. "She's good, Brey. Really good. If the Trebles take her, we are going to be in even more trouble than we thought."

"Let's not worry about what might happen," Aubrey said. "Let's just focus on getting the best singers we can. We'll whip our girls into shape and beat those dick-licks with our kickass set and choreography."

"It's not that simple," Chloe mumbled.

"It is if we make it that simple," Aubrey said, having heard her. "Now, go dry your hair and I'll make us some lunch."

~oOo~ The Treble vs The Bella ~oOo~

Later that afternoon, Beca was in her dorm room listening to some music and reading her Philosophy textbook. She may hate the idea of being made to go to college, but she was going to do the best she could while she was there.

Beca noticed her roommate get up and go to the door. She pulled her headphones off when she saw Jesse standing in the doorway. Her roommate went back to her desk and Jesse came in and closed the door.

"Hey," he said.

"What do you want, Jesse?" Beca said. "I'm busy."

"Look, I wanted to apologize," Jesse said. "I'm sorry I didn't answer your calls or respond to your texts." Beca didn't say anything so Jesse took that as a sign to keep going. He sat on the edge of her bed and looked at her. "I did listen to your messages and read your texts. I told dad about them and he said-" Jesse paused and bit his lip. "He said you were just making things up and being overly dramatic to make him and me feel bad about leaving you with mom."

"Made things up?" Beca practically screamed as she jumped up from the bed. "Why the fuck would I have lied about all that? God, you two are, ugh!" Beca stopped and took a breath. "You know what? Get out. I don't want to see or talk to you or your father while I'm here."

"Beca, stop!" Jesse said, standing to grab Beca by the shoulders. "I realize now that you weren't lying and I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

Beca shrugged out of Jesse's hold and glared at him. "Do you know how many nights I cried because you weren't there? You promised me that you would always be there for me. I had no one, Jesse. No one!" Beca sniffled to try and keep the tears at bay. "I hated dad for leaving and I didn't expect to ever hear from him again. But, you? I expected that you would call me or text me like you promised. That you would check up on me every once in a while. God, Jesse, we have the same birthday and you never once called or texted a 'Happy Birthday' to me. I texted you for our birthday for the first two years, but you never once called or texted it back. You not bothering to acknowledge my, our, birthday hurt worse than anything mom did to me."

Beca wiped at her eyes and sniffled as she sat on the edge of her bed.

Jesse had tears in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Beca. I felt like I was being disloyal to dad every time I thought about calling or texting you." He ran his hands down his face and sat next to Beca. "I'm here now, and I swear I'm not going to let you down again. Just let me make it up to you. We were doing well until I mentioned dad wanting you to come to dinner. I promise I won't push you to see him or be around him. But, you also have to understand, Beca. I was lucky. Dad treated me well; I know you don't want to hear that, but he did. He was, he is a great dad."

"To you," Beca said, wiping her tears. "Even before he left, he favored you. I was just the other child. He'd take you on father-son outings, but he never took me anywhere where it was just the two of us. But, you and me? We were the Swanson twins. We were inseparable and joined together at the hip. Now, we're just Jesse Swanson and Beca Mitchell."

The two siblings sat there in silence for a few minutes.

"I have to admit that I was surprised when I heard you changed your name from Swanson to Mitchell," Jesse said, breaking the silence.

"I did that because I never felt like I belonged to dad," Beca said. "When mom said she was changing her name back to Mitchell, I asked if I could change mine, too. She was happy to let me do it. For six years after you left, it was just me and mom. Then it was Grandma Mitchell who took care of me when mom died. Good or bad, it was the Mitchell women who took care of me after you and dad left. The way he so easily discarded me made me realize I was never really a Swanson anyway."

Beca let out a shaky breath, and said, "God, Jesse! You didn't even come to mom's funeral. She was your mom, too. I never expected much from dad, but I expected better of you."

Beca sat on her bed, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"I should have been there for you," Jesse whispered. "I'm sorry."

"You should be," Beca responded.

Jesse closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths to hold back the flood of emotions he was feeling. He opened his eyes and looked at Beca.

"I know I can't erase the past, but could we please be brother and sister again?" Jesse asked as a tear ran down his cheek. "I've missed you and I'll do anything to make things right between us."

Beca looked at Jesse and felt tears stinging her eyes again. She took in a shaky breath and said, "We can try."

A smile came to Jesse's face as he grabbed Beca in a hug. "Come on. I'm buying you dinner."

~oOo~ The Treble vs The Bella ~oOo~

Beca and Jesse were sitting in a nearby diner when Aubrey and Chloe walked in. "Oh, great," Beca muttered.

"What?" Jesse said looking around. "Oh." He looked at Beca and smiled. "I'm going to go say hi to Aubrey."

Jesse was up and moving before Beca could stop him.

"This is not going to end well," Beca mumbled to herself.

Jesse had a big grin on his face as he approached the two Senior Bellas. "Good evening, Aubrey, Chloe. It's nice to see you-"

"Let me stop you right there, Treble-wannabe," Aubrey said, glaring at Jesse. "It is a well-known fact that Treblemakers and Bellas do not fraternize or have relationships with each other. So, take your Treble-wannabe self back over to your Treble-wannabe girlfriend and leave us, and all the Bellas, alone."

"Girlfriend?" Jesse said with a laugh. "Beca's not-"

"I don't care what she is or isn't to you," Aubrey said. "We will not be associating with either of you. Got it?"

"Got it," Jesse said and made his way back over to Beca.

Beca had watched the entire exchange and tried not to stare at Chloe. She did notice that Chloe was glaring at her.

Jesse sat down and then laughed. "They think you're my girlfriend," he told Beca.

"They what?" Beca asked, furrowing her brow. "Why would they think that?"

Jesse shrugged his shoulders and picked up a menu. Beca looked back at Chloe and Aubrey and they looked to be arguing. She looked around the diner and smiled.

"I'll be right back," Beca told Jesse.

Beca grabbed a napkin from one of the dispensers and walked toward Chloe and Aubrey. As she got closer she started waving the napkin like a flag.

"I come in peace," she said as she approached them. They didn't look impressed, but she carried on anyway. "Look, there are no available tables and Jesse and I are sitting at a booth for four. I would like to offer one side of the booth to you two. We can draw a line down the middle and you can sit on your side and we'll stay on ours. We don't even have to talk to each other. What do you say?"

"I don't want to sit with those Trebles," Aubrey said, looking at Chloe.

"You two really are something else," Beca said with a derisive laugh, causing the two Bellas Co-Captains to look at her. "You won't sit with us because we might become Trebles. You don't know anything about me, but you automatically assume I'm Jesse's girlfriend. Which, by the way, EW! And, FYI, he's my brother. Twin, actually."

Beca knew she was losing her cool so she took a deep breath and let it out. She looked directly at Chloe. "I was hoping that you would consider this my apology to you. I should not have turned the shower on you and I'm sorry I did."

Chloe blushed slightly and looked down at the floor. "Apology accepted," Chloe mumbled. She looked at Aubrey. "Let's just get our food to go."

"That would probably be best," Aubrey said and turned her back on Beca.

Beca just furrowed her brow and shook her head. "Wow, you are truly dedicated to this feud, or whatever it is, between the Trebles and the Bellas, aren't you? Suit yourself," she said and turned to walk back to her table.

She sat down and Jesse looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "We're not even Trebles yet and they already hate our guts. What the fuck did the Trebles do to the Bellas to make them hate them so much?"

"I don't know," Jesse said, looking back at Chloe and Aubrey. "Maybe Bumper will tell us once we become Trebles."

Beca bit her lip and looked back over her shoulder at Chloe. She had a feeling that this was going to be a long year.

~oOo~ The Treble vs The Bella ~oOo~

It was finally the day for auditions. Beca and Jesse walked into the Auditorium and sat in the seats designated for those auditioning. Beca looked over to see Chloe and Aubrey going over some papers.

While they were waiting, Bumper made some rude comments about what the Bellas were going to perform this year and what happened the previous year at the ICCAs. Aubrey snapped back at him and sat down with her back straight and her head held high. Beca had to give her props for not letting that douchebag get to her.

The auditions started and everyone did their parts. Jesse could tell he made an impression on Bumper so he was already a shoo-in it seemed.

When it was Beca's turn she did the song Since You Been Gone like everyone else. When she finished, Aubrey looked a little worried and Chloe just sighed and looked at her best friend.

Beca started to walk off the stage when Bumper called her back.

"That was pretty good," Bumper said. "Now let's see how you do on your own. Sing us something else, anything. I want to hear what else you can do."

"Um, okay," Beca said and looked down at the table in front of Chloe. "May I?" Beca asked pointing to a yellow cup with pens and pencils in it.

Chloe didn't say anything; she just waved her hand as if to say go ahead. Beca took the cup and dumped out its contents. She sat cross-legged on the floor and put the cup down in front of her.

Beca started clapping and using the cup for a beat. She sang and everyone in the Auditorium was silent. When she finished she shrugged and looked at Chloe before her gaze went back to Bumper and the Trebles. Several of the Trebles were nodding their heads and Bumper just looked back at her.

"Thank you," Bumper finally said, and Beca walked off the stage.

"I told you she was really good," Chloe whispered to Aubrey.

"It doesn't matter," Aubrey whispered back. "We can't let her distract us."

Chloe leaned back in her chair and glanced over at Beca. She was surprised to see Beca looking at her. Beca winked at her and Chloe blushed and quickly looked away.

~oOo~ The Treble vs The Bella ~oOo~

A few nights later, Beca and Jesse were 'kidnapped' and taken to the Trebles house where they officially became members of the Barden Treblemakers. Beca groaned when Bumper and Donald made some stupid pun about someone being in 'treble.'

After they received their maroon blazers, all the Trebles went to the Hood Night party that was being held at an outdoor amphitheater on campus. After a while, Beca was standing near the back wearing her new blazer when the Bellas walked in. She tried not to stare at Chloe, but she couldn't help it. There was something about the redhead and Beca couldn't get her off her mind.

Jesse came up to Beca, already half-drunk, and Beca pushed him to see if he would fall down. Jesse just laughed and said he was going to get her a drink. She laughed as he stumbled away.

Beca was surprised to see Chloe come up to her.

"So, you are officially the first female Treble ever," Chloe said, sounding unimpressed.

"I guess I am," Beca said cheekily.

"Don't be too impressed with yourself," Chloe said with an edge to her tone. "The Trebles are nothing but a bunch of douchebags and you'll be one by association."

"Why do you care so much about me being a Treble?"

"I don't," Chloe said. She leaned in closer to Beca and said, "I just know what they're capable of. You're a girl so I just want you to be prepared for anything. Call it a girl code of sorts."

Beca smirked and said, "Girl code? Really? Or is it that you're upset that I'm a Treble because that means we won't be able to be together?"

"Please," Chloe scoffed. "I don't want anything to do with you."

"Really?" Beca asked. "Because you keep looking at my lips like you want to kiss them? Do you? Want to kiss them?"

Chloe blushed and looked away from Beca only to hear her chuckling beside her.

"You're so easy, Beale," Beca said still chuckling.

"And you're so infuriating, Mitchell," Chloe said, facing Beca. "You think you're so hot and badass. Well, you're not."

"I'm not?" Beca asked with fake shock. Beca takes a step closer so she and Chloe are practically nose-to-nose. "Then what am I?"

"You're, I, it's-" Chloe gets flustered with Beca standing so close to her.

Beca grinned and reached out to grab Chloe's arm, which in turn caused Chloe to stumble forward and the next thing Beca knew, they were kissing. Choe's shocked gasp was lost in the kiss; so were Beca and Chloe. Chloe let out a soft moan and put her hand on Beca's waist to hold herself steady. Beca leaned in more and was really getting into the kiss.

"Chloe! What the hell are you doing?" Aubrey asked, her voice coming from behind Chloe.

Chloe jerked away from Beca and gasped in surprise. Her hand went to her mouth and she looked up to see a smug grin on Beca's face.

"I knew you wanted to kiss-"

SLAP!

Beca's head jerked to the side from the slap. Chloe gasped and put her hand up to her mouth.

"I, I, I," Chloe stuttered.

Beca's face was unreadable when she turned to look at Chloe. Chloe took several steps back from Beca, afraid of what Beca might do.

Jesse came running over. "Beca, are you okay?"

Beca just glared at Chloe while Chloe was frozen in fear with tears in her eyes. She had never slapped anyone before, and she wasn't really sure why she slapped Beca.

"I'm fine," Beca snapped at Jesse. "It appears we had a misunderstanding."

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" Aubrey yelled at Beca.

"I guess I had a few drinks and got a little carried away," Beca said, cowering slightly.

Jesse looked at Beca; he knew she hadn't been drinking.

Aubrey looked at Chloe who was still standing frozen in shock. She turned her glare back to Beca.

"I told you Trebles are not allowed to hook up with Bellas," Aubrey said and turned to Chloe. "And I told you to stay away from her."

Chloe stood in the same spot, unable to move as she watched her handprint darken on Beca's face. Beca swallowed hard and looked at Chloe. She wasn't sure why, but she didn't like hearing Aubrey yell at Chloe. She decided to take the blame so Aubrey would stop yelling at her, or do something worse than yell.

"I'm sorry, Chloe," Beca said. "I don't know what came over me. I can only blame it on having too much to drink."

Aubrey looked at Beca and then looked at Jesse. "Maybe you should have someone keep an eye on her when she's drinking. She can't just go around kissing people because she's drunk."

Jesse went to say something, but Beca grabbed his arm as she shook her head. Jesse frowned and said, "I'll keep an eye on her from now on."

"Make sure you do," Aubrey said. She turned and put an arm around Chloe. "Come on, Chloe, let's take you home."

Chloe let Aubrey lead her away from Beca and Jesse. A thousand thoughts were running through Chloe's mind as she wiped a tear from her cheek.

Beca kissed me and I liked it. That thought kept coming to the forefront of her brain, and she couldn't shake it out.

Beca took the blame for the kiss even though Chloe returned it. Chloe could tell she hadn't had anything to drink and wondered why she would say she had.

#bechloe fanfiction #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale

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Today We Are |An Andi Mack Fic|

**So I was very inspired by Tumblr User @dumb-binch-juice that I decided to write fic of my own. I kind of borrowed some characters, but hey I just hope it’s good. This happens the December of the GHC’s Freshman Fall. Enjoy**

“So, I’m leaving RISD now. I’ll see you soon, Cyrus.”

“I’m still mad you’re spending New Year’s in L.A., Andi.”

“Well then, you’re gonna have to be mad at me in person in 6 minutes, 10 if I pick up Amber first. Are you sure you can keep it up for that long?”

“I hate how right you are,” Cyrus groaned into the phone as he slipped into his boots. The walk from RISD to Brown was super short, and while his suitcase was packed for winter break, he was still in house clothes. He ignored the buzzing of his phone while pulling on his winter boots, and worried if he was going to be too hot on the plane. He barely managed to squeeze into his coat and rush to the Mo-Champ desk before Andi and Amber arrived.

The ride to the airport was occupied mostly by Amber giving them a play by play of her Discrete Mathematics final, so Cyrus gave up even trying to understand what she was saying. Andi, likewise, spent the ride to the airport gazing wistfully through the glass. It had been a week since she’d submitted her final projects, and while she’d waited so that she could fly back with Cyrus and Amber, he knew she was probably already envisioning seeing everyone else back in Shadyside. Or maybe she was just falling asleep. Cyrus was pretty tired himself, after all he’d just crushed his Age of Revolutions final. He’d had the past six months to spend with Andi and Amber, so he might as well be rested when he saw everyone else...

When he got out of the cab, Cyrus was surprised to not find anyone waiting outside the house. Andi was dropping her stuff off with her grandmother, and wouldn’t be swinging by for another hour or so, since she had to explain her whole semester to Cece. Still, Cyrus had at least expected to see Buffy and TJ. A cold wind blew a flurry of snow off the ground as he walked to the door, opened it, and was immediately engulfed. Buffy picked him up in a bridal carry, swinging him around just to prove that she still could. Just when she set him down, he noticed something else.

“You straightened your hair again?”

Buffy shook her head, making her ponytail flip easily over her shoulder.

“Yeah, it was for exams. I didn’t want to look like a mess, but I also wasn’t going to manage it every morning. Plus, Atlanta has great salons. Some of the girls on the basketball team showed me a really great one that’s like 10 minutes from the dorm!”

Buffy continued expounding on her experiences as they moved to the basement. And as she spoke, Cyrus realized she didn’t just look different,she was different. Apparently, even Buffy had gotten a C on her first college exam. But the ease with which she talked about it was uncanny.  She was more honest about how her life had been, and way more humble. It felt like a stranger had slipped in when Cyrus wasn’t looking, keeping just enough to be familiar but not enough to be the same. 

Finally they made it downstairs, where Jonah and Marty were already playing ping pong. As soon as he saw Cyrus, Jonah dropped his paddle and ran to give him a bro hug. Cyrus leaned into it. It was nice to know that Jonah’s eagerness hadn’t faded over the past months. 

“Cy-Guy, how’s it been? Your parents said you kicked ass before they left, but have you seriously already made Brown your bitch?”

Cyrus’ jaw dropped. “Jonah, you swear now?”

“You don’t?” Jonah nodded for a moment before adding, “That makes sense. You’ve always been very, well…” 

He mimed a square with his hands in quick, rigid motions before Marty cut in.

“I think the word he’s looking for is grounded. You basically self-actualized sophomore year of high school. The rest of us just needed to catch- ow!” he yelled,as Jonah elbowed him.

“I swear, he takes one course on basic Psych and he thinks he’s your fucking dad. It’s been insufferable. He keeps on telling me that my anxiety is caused by the deep seated trauma of my birth. AND he keeps implying that I wanna fuck my mom, even though he says Freud is stupid.”

“It’s not your fault that Judy’s dummy thick.” Marty supplied.

“Shut up!”

Buffy gave a solid laugh at that, and Cyrus was quick to follow. They let the joy of seeing each other again wash over them for just a moment, before Buffy spoke again.

“You guys are so STUPID. Speaking of,” she looked between Jonah and Marty, “has TJ texted you when he’s coming? He was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago.”

Cyrus froze, and he immediately reached for his phone. He had totally forgotten the text in the middle of studying for finals. How could he have been so insensitive? Cyrus hadn’t seen TJ since September. He should’ve at least done something before the flight. But, the message stared back at him. 

<Miss you. Good luck ♡. Received December 13>

Cyrus quickly typed a reply.

<Oh my G*d, super sorry. I’m already back in town! Sent December 20>

And followed it with another.

< Which means that you can see me at my house. Sent December 20>

And another.

<Now. But if you’re driving please don’t look at this. Also I missed you, too. Sent December 20>

He was working his way through a fourth, when he got a call from TJ. The phone was to his ear in a nanosecond.

“Okay, so just to be clear, I did get your text, and I’m so sorry for not responding, and I totally get if you’re mad at me but-”

“It’s whatever, Cyrus. I’m in your driveway now.” Cyrus crumpled at his tone. It was the classic TJ Glass Wall Voice. He was either going to have to wear TJ down enough to actually talk to him, or just hope the TJ would come around. It was time to face the music. He turned to Buffy and smiled, hoping it would cover at least some of his discomfort.

“Actually, he texted me. And just called. He’s outside. I’ll get the door. You guys stay here and catch up.”

Cyrus slipped from the basement, back upstairs and ran to the door. 

“Wow.”

Cyrus took a second to appreciate seeing TJ in the flesh. He’d let his hair grow even longer since his last Instapic post in November,and it now hung down to his shoulders. TJ had somehow managed to grow even taller, to the point where Cyrus now came up to his chin. He was also in shorts, and Cyrus couldn’t help but stare in a mix of confusion and amazement. 

“Wow yourself.”

TJ stepped inside and pulled Cyrus into a tight embrace, and Cyrus sighed. Even when he was upset, TJ was an excellent hugger. They stood there silently for what felt like hours or maybe just seconds, before Cyrus was able to pull away.

“Listen. I wanted to say that I’m sorry that I didn’t text back. I got caught up in all sorts of studying, and then Ameya, and Shreya, and Thomas, and I all made a no phone pact. And then when I finished my exams, I was super excited and also tired, and I should have called, but I didn’t. And I’m so sorry. You know I still love you, right?”

TJ just grinned, and Cyrus felt the tension leave his body. “I’m honestly not mad at you, babe. I was just super frustrated with your stupid long driveway, plus I hate driving in the snow. And Buffy and Jonah have been blowing up my phone asking if I died, but I didn’t want to get another ticket if I responded. And, yes, I love you too.” 

TJ pressed a gentle kiss on Cyrus’ forehead.

“Well, if you wanted to yell at Buffy, she’s downstairs with Jonah and Marty. Plus, Andi’s coming over in a bit. I was thinking we could put on cheesy Hallmark movies, and say that every guy character is Jonah.”

“But, who’s the high strung businesswoman who leaves her successful New York career for Jonah Beck?”

“Is Lenni still around, you know she’s always welcome. And I’m pretty sure she the perfect casting.”

“Yeah. I’ll shoot her a text.”

They moved to the basement, ready for the next two weeks back in Shadyside. Popcorn was made and thrown, Jonah and Buffy dared each other to chug eggnog, and Andi showed up with cake. There was a lot of catching up to do, and even though everyone had changed, Cyrus figured that he might just be okay. He was going to make the most of the two weeks he had with the people he loved the most.

#andi mack #tyrus #tj and cyrus #muffy #andi mack fic #cyrus goodman #buffy driscoll #tj kippen #jonah beck #andi mack fics #platonic cuffy #cyrus and buffy

[the-lightning-strikes-again]

Hello again! This is a message for Lotor - on the night before my wedding last year, I heard about what happened to you (or rather, your clone) and was devastated. I'm so happy to see that you are alive and in good hands. Since my one year anniversary is coming up, I hope that you will one day experience the same happiness I feel every time I look at my beloved, who is a skilled pilot like yourself. On that note, is there someone special in your life? A certain Altean princess, perhaps? ;)

Prince Lotor of the Galra scratched at his sharp chin, his emaciatedface illuminated by the screen of the laptop. It was past midnight in theOlkari headquarters. The majority of the paladins had already gone to sleep,including Princess Allura, who had yawned at the younger paladins’ video games.Now, it was just Lotor with a laptop on the couch, Pidge with a second computeron the ground, and Lance asleep beside her, a video game controller still heldloosely in his hand.

“Pidge?” Lotor called softly, his voice a thrum in thesilent air. His alien eyes refocused upon her, his yellow sclerae glowing inthe darkness.

The young human girl did not look up from her screen. “Hmm.”She was typing away quickly, working on a new program for hacking Galrandatabases.

Lotor clicked a claw gently against his keyboard. “What is awedding?”

That inspired a thin brow to raise, and Pidge looked up fromher computer, her fingers pausing. “A what?”

“A wedding,” he pressed. His white brows knitted together.He glanced back at the computer resting atop his crossed legs. “We havereceived another message from the site of Tumblr. This user mentions a wedding.”

Pidge froze, and she shut her computer to stare at him. “Youmean, you don’t have weddings in your culture?”

He shook his head. “Unless something haschanged in the last nine-thousand years.”

Her lips quirked, and she pushed her glasses up. “A weddingis a ceremony that people on Earth do to celebrate two people falling in love.”She waved her hand. “And it’s like, a bonding thing. After theceremony, the two people are considered married.”  

Lotor stared at her curiously, narrowing his eyes. Then heturned back to the computer screen. “And an…anniversary?”

“A yearly celebration of the wedding.” Pidge yawned,sleepiness coming over her. “It’s happens on the same day the wedding tookplace.”

The prince hummed. “Fascinating.”

“What does this have to do with Tumblr?” she demandedcuriously.

Lotor continued to stare at the computer screen. “This userwishes such things upon me,” he whispered, his voice softening. He hesitated.His face warmed. He clicked the screen with his claws insistently in surprise. “They want me to mate happily, and to remain so. This is most unusual, ashalf-Galrans are not considered desirable mates.”

The human girl’s face twisted. “Please tell me they’re notasking you to marry them.” She muttered under her breath, scratching at her arm,“I thought I already put filters on messages like that.”

He shook his head. “No, this user has a…beloved.”The word slipped from his mouth in a curious way, as if he were testing itsuse. As if he were in awe. “They want the same for me.”

Lotor neglected to explain the remainder of the message.

Pidge eyed him, her brows knitted together. “…Are you blushing?”

His elfin ears flicked back, and his slit pupils widened infear. “No,” he said defensively, and he looked down as he began to type.

The girl’s face turned absolutely demonic. “You are blushing.”She suddenly set her computer beside, tossing it onto Lance.

The boy’s eyes snapped open in a wheeze of surprise, jerkingforward. “Whoa, what the—?”

Lotor quickly shut the laptop just as Pidge reached for it,his face flaming red.

On that note, is there someone special in your life? Acertain Altean princess, perhaps?

“What were you typing?” Pidge demanded, waggling her brows. “Wasit about Princess Allura? Ten GAC says it was Allura.”

He stared at her bewildered.

Meanwhile, Lance was blearily glancing around, in confusionof his game controller and then the laptop on his legs. “Guys, what is goingon. What’d I miss?”

“Nothing,” Lotor said tersely, his eyes still wide. Heturned to Pidge and added, “And certainly nothing about Princess Allura.”

Pidge’s little hands grabbed onto the laptop.

Lotor held it firm, his claws sinking into its casing, hislong fingers holding with a strength that belied his Galran and Alteanheritage.

And damnably, Pidge’s little smirk widened. “Oh, it haseverything to do with Princess Allura. Or you wouldn’t be blushing and tryingto hide what you were just typing right now.”

“I was thanking the user for their kindness,” Lotor defended,his voice lowering to a hiss of panic. “But one’s mating life is not a topic Iusually discuss. I would rather not shout it to the heavens.”

“So you were gonna post a reply online for the wholeuniverse to see,” the human girl deadpanned.

He tried to remainemotionless as he held the laptop away from her. 

Lance leaned against the couch on his elbows. He yawned openly,setting his game controller aside. “What about Princess Allura? Did I hear youguys are getting married?”

Lotor turned to him. His eyes had widened further, his flushstretching up to the tips of his elfin ears in horror. “I did not—we are, ah, not—”

“—Oh, wow,” Lance said, the sleep falling away from him ashe stared up, eyes wide in curiosity. “But you’re thinking about it.”

Lotor fell silent with the accusation.

“Valid,” Lance said, raising a finger. “But you gotta, like, not be askeleton first.” He turned to Pidge, huffing. “If he’s gonna get married, wegotta bulk him up. How’s he gonna carry her over a threshold if he has glassbones, you know? She’d totally snap in half.”

“My bones are not glass,” Lotor argued, his deep voicestraining in a mix of hilarity and panic. “And the princess and I are not—”

“—Do you even have a ring?” Lance demanded.

Lotor stared at him in an utter loss of words. He made anoise in the back of his throat. “A ring?”

Pidge suddenly looked to Lance. Lance looked to her. “Oh,man,” Lance said, eyes wide. “He doesn’t even know about rings.”

And then they both looked back to Lotor with determination. Pidge grabbed for her laptop, pulling up some kind of strangehuman music that began with, “Let’s get down to business, to defeat the Huns—”

Lance patted his emaciated knee. “Don’t worry, buddy. We gotyour back.”

“Also,” Pidge cut in over the music, “you should probably finish that message and be like, fuck yes Princess Allura, that’s who I’m marrying.”

The prince sat there completely bewildered as the music rose up into a catchy rhythm. “Fuck…yes, Princess Allura?” he repeated, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes. “I do not understand your phrasing. And I am not marrying her.”

Lance made a noise, turning away to hiss, “What the cheese, Pidge, watch your mouth. We’ve got an impressionable guy here.”

“He’s not a child,” she retorted.

“Yeah, but he repeats stuff, and Shiro’s gonna throw a fit if he finds out we taught Lotor the f-word.”

The human girl sat back and crossed her arms, raising a brow. “Then Shiro can come at me, because it’s fucking hilarious when Lotor says fuck. I’m doing the lord’s work over here.” And then an idea hit her, and she pulled out a few wads of GAC from her khaki pockets. “I’ll give you fifty GAC if you post ‘Fuck yes Imma marry Princess Allura’ on Tumblr. I dare you.” 

Lotor’s jaw dropped. “Pardon?”

Lance deadpanned, “He’s gonna need a lot more than fifty GAC to marry Allura right, you know. Rings are like, super expensive.”

“Yeah, but. Baby steps, my friend. Baby steps.” She slid the second laptop closer to Lotor and waggled her brows. “Starting with fifty GAC.”

#The Second Law #Lotura #Allura/Lotor #thanks for the note! #I hope you enjoy this little drabble #bless you for reading TSL and I hope you had a great anniversary!

[janiedean]

god, youre so delusional, its pathetic.

johnny 99 is a song by Our Only Savior Bruce Springsteen, to be found in his masterpiece 1982 record Nebraska, which was wholly composed of acoustic songs concerning themes way darker than his usual and which his record company probably considered a commercial suicide back in the day - and it’s regarded by many people as his actual finest record (and objectively I agree, ngl). the song, other than being in the same stark style as the rest of the record, as in, acoustic guitar and harmonica only, in less than four minutes manages in an admirable example of synthesis, not only to tell an entire story, but to touch heavy themes such as economical crisis, the death penalty, the fact that the american government didn’t give a shit about blue collar workers way back in the seventies and arguably also that it might be a tad too easy to buy guns in the US. sounds interesting? great, then let me welcome to this evening’s episode of tumblr user janiedean explains bruce springsteen! ;)

so, shall we start? brace up because this is a wild ride.

Well they closed down the auto plant in Mahwah late that month Ralph went out lookin' for a job but he couldn't find none He came home too drunk from mixin' Tanqueray and wine He got a gun shot a night clerk now they call 'm Johnny 99 

first of all: bruce again shows that he knows how to hook you in, because in four lines he has pretty much told you the bones of the story. first - and most important thing: a factory in a town in new jersey closes. it was a true fact, and in real life it was because they failed to follow environmental rules, but as back in the day there was indeed an economical crisis in the US for which a lot of factories shut down, we could fictionally assume it was for that reason as well. anyway, what matters is that the factory closes. our protagonist, ralph, who presumably works there, is fired, searches for a new job, isn’t re-hired (which was common to a lot of people who were laid off at that time, please feel free to read dale maharidge’s journey to nowhere and somewhere like america to get educated on that), proceeds to get drunk and when he’s not thinking straight he buys a gun (just like that), shoots a guy and gets a new nickname: johnny 99. why? we don’t know yet. but we know that a guy who was just doing his job and failed to be rehired lost it and shot someone... because he lost his job. hmm. but let’s go on.

Down in the part of town where when you hit a red light you don't stop Johnny's wavin' his gun around and threatenin' to blow his top When an off duty cop snuck up on him from behind Out in front of the Club Tip Top they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99

so: after having shot the night clerk, our guy is in the part of town where you don’t stop at a red light so we can assume not the best part of it, he’s threatening to hurt himself with the gun, he gets arrested by an off duty cop, that’s it. sorry, not that much of a criminal career. but snuck up on him from behind... maybe like the closing of his factory and the fact that his life was fucked in the span of a few days? that might have been a deliberate lyrical choice, which makes you, if not sympathize with the guy, at least get how he’s feeing right now.

Well the city supplied a public defender but the judge was Mean John Brown He came into the courtroom and stared poor Johnny down Well the evidence is clear gonna let the sentence son fit the crime Prison for 98 and a year and we'll call it even Johnny 99

at this point, of course johnny goes to trial. he gets a public defender (which from what I gather tends to be shitty) and a judge whose nickname is mean, from which we can surmise that the stacks against him are bad regardless. the judge comes into the courtroom and stares poor johnny down, and at this point it’s obvious that we’re meant to sympathize with him, not with the judge, who is *mean* and stares down at the guy before even sitting down at this point. so, the judge says that the evidence is there, and his sentence is 99 years of prison.

which is why he’s re-baptized johnny 99 as we had seen in the beginning. now, 99 years is pretty much life, since this guy must have been at least older than twenty to work in a car factory. rough. 

A fistfight broke out in the courtroom they had to drag Johnny's girl away His mama stood up and shouted "judge don't take my boy this way" Well son you got a statement you'd like to make Before the bailiff comes to forever take you away

this verdict does not indeed please johnny’s family/loved ones, as a *fistfight* breaks out and they have to forcibly remove his girlfriend, while his mother pleads the judge to not take her boy this way, presumably crying, which means that again, we are supposed to see that he has relatives who love him and would cry for him and so maybe he’s not a bad guy deep down. sure, we haven’t heard his side yet, but we know his girlfriend loves him enough to try to beat up the guards and his mother pleads for another solution... which is denied, and the judge actually replies with the last two lines, which sound fairly rude and insensitive especially given that the bailiff is coming to forever take him away. but it’s as if the judge has decided that since the guy isn’t rich or matters much in the great scale of things, it’s an already done thing and fuck that. ouch.

Now judge I got debts no honest man could pay The bank was holdin' my mortgage and they was takin' my house away Now I ain't sayin' that makes me an innocent man But it was more 'n all this that put that gun in my hand 

aand wait, here finally our dude finally speaks for himself. first: he had debts no honest man could pay, which means that losing his job fucked his finances for good and he was deep in the red. the bank was taking his house away, which was another thing that was extremely common back in the day (same as in the twenties haha) (read those maharidge books for more info) and so he was going to become homeless because he couldn’t find another job and had no other safety net to fall back on. he doesn’t try to argue for his innocence because he did kill a man so he’s not really downplaying it, but then he adds that ‘it was more than all of that which put a gun in his hand’, which means that it was losing his job, losing his money, possibly losing his house, being unable to provide for his family and feeling most likely useless and like he couldn’t do anything anymore with his life. and that puts the gun in his hand. he didn’t do it because he enjoyed it, he did it because he saw no other way, and none of that was considered in the *evidence*, which means he got a trial where his circumstances weren’t even taken into account. but that’s not the heaviest blow this song deals. that one’s the ending:

Well your honor I do believe I'd be better off dead And if you can take a man's life for the thoughts that's in his head Then won't you sit back in that chair and think it over judge one more time And let 'em shave off my hair and put me on that execution line

HAAAAA BUT JUST YOU WAIT. so: he thinks he’s be better off dead, which admittedly is fair of him, idk if I’d take 99 years (so: entire life and death) in a US prison over just being done with it already, and after all if he has no job, no house, no money and no prospects, what does he have to lose? and fine enough, but here’s the gist: if the judge can take a man’s life for the thoughts in his head, ie if the judge thinks he can condemn him to 99 years in prison ie rotting in there until he dies for what he thought and not giving a fuck about why he thought that or why he did what he did... then he welcomes the judge to ‘sit back in that chair’ (which is already pretty damn wording because it sarcastically implies the judge is in a higher position and nothing can hurt him in the chair while everything can hurt johnny 99 and everything has done so already) and have the balls to give him the death penalty instead of condemning him to die but pretending to have been merciful and only giving him time in prison that he can’t possibly serve before he dies. so he’s basically raising the judge (representing the system that betrayed him) the middle finger because if the judge/the system have ruined his life then they should at least have the courage to end it instead of condemning him to be a prisoner for the entirety of it.

now: that’s it. there’s nothing else. there’s no lesson, there’s no moral, that’s how it ends, it’s bleak and sad and it doesn’t really give you any silver lining... because there’s no silver lining and it’s unjust to live in a society where losing your job means losing your life *and* you will be automatically judged for the thoughts in your head without a chance to prove that you can be better or meant better or could make up for it.

no, it’s one mistake out of reasons beyond your control that you would actually pay for, and hey, thrown in jail with the keys thrown away. what an enlightened, beautiful, just system, the system that judges a man for the thoughts that are in his head, huh?

and actually, bonus story: this story is tied to bruce’s biggest BDE display ever, as when reagan became president and was running for re-election in 1984, he thought to quote bruce’s (sadly misunderstood) song born in the usa in a speech in nj. at that point bruce said nothing for a bit, but then:

guys, what a man, what an idol, what a class. no, sure af reagan did not listen to nebraska nor johnny 99.

and, given how you, my dear anon, also judge people by the thoughts that are in their heads and proceed to be their jury, judge and executioner, both fictional people and real ones, if you’re who I think you are (and I actually know you are)... I’ve got a feeling that neither have you. and I really think you should, same as everyone because bruce is the best ;)

#bruce springsteen for ts #bruce meta #i need to go and tag back all the other ones #oooooh my hand slipped #SORRY!!!! #va bene va bene va bene in verità #here please listen to nebraska #it's totally a good use of your time!!!! #murder cw #death penalty cw #Anonymous #ask post