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miniwheat77 · 8 months

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Better. (Keegan Russ x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, Keegan being a simp, readers boyfriend is a scumbag, Virgin!reader, virginity loss, (sorry if I missed any.)

This my FIRST EVER SOLO KEEGAN FIC so be gentle with feedback please :(

*Not edited well*

It took one laugh.

You joined the base that Keegan happened to be on, and he made a dumb joke to another sergeant and you laughed at it.

It took one little under the breath giggle from you, and it was all over for him.

You had only overheard by chance, he wasn’t meant to hear your laugh. But he did, and boy is he glad he did because he adored you. Obviously from afar because he didn’t want to creep you out. He thought you were stunning and pretty. You were so sweet to everyone, the few times you had to interact with him, you were so sweet.

You were stationed nearby, living near the base which is what was going on with Keegan too. The both of you lived in the same small town.

He decided to zero in on you pretty quickly, making friends with you. But than, you met your boyfriend.

Keegan was sick when you first started dating him. Absolutely sore by the fact that he was your friend and you ended up in someone else’s arms. He got teased on base constantly for his massive crush on you. He made it so obvious of course that everyone but you seemed to notice. He still made efforts to hang out with you. As bad as it was, Keegan tried to get you away from your boyfriend. He could be better to you than your boyfriend ever could. Anytime you vented about something your boyfriend had done, Keegan always implied that maybe there was an ulterior motive. Maybe he was doing this or that, and what an asshole for that. He always played the part.

“Dude, quit staring. She’s got a boyfriend.” He’s getting nudged, earning a roll of his eyes. “Fuck off. Her boyfriend doesn’t even know what to do with her.” He scoffs. The other Sergeant looks at him with wide eyes. “And you’re saying you could do better?”

“Tenfolds. I’d worship the fucking ground she walks on if she’d let me.” He sighs. “You’re pussy whipped by a girl you’re not even with.” Keegan shoves passed the younger sergeant. “Don’t care.” He mumbles as he walks away. “Hey!” He calls to Keegan. “Heard she’s a virgin. Better get her on lock before that scumbag fucks her and dumps her.” Keegan feels his body go rigid, ignoring his words. Keegan needed to act fast. For your sake. He didn’t like to hear that you were a virgin.

That’s probably why that scumbag was sticking around in the first place.

Keegan made his way up the watch tower a little early, he usually did this so he had a chance to talk to you before you traded watch shifts.

He opens up the door, sitting down. “Hey Keegan.” You smile. He’s sick the moment he sees it. The fact that he can’t tug you into him, kiss you. Hug you. Hold you. It’s messed up. He’s never felt this way about anybody. “Hi.” He nods. His words are a little muffled by his mask but it’s not too bad. You always seem to hear him. “What are you doing this weekend?” He asks. “Oh, me and Jacob were going to go watch a movie.” You smile. He nods. “Why?” You ask. “Oh, I was just going to invite you out. I was going to the bar this weekend, thought I’d let you know.” He shrugs. “If anything changes just let me know.” He smiles. You can’t see it of course. Keegan just needs your stupid boyfriend to fuck up. Just once. You nod your head, giving him a smile. You made your way down the stairs.

Keegan felt stupid sometimes. He wanted you so badly that he let most of his morals go down the drain. If you were his and someone was doing this to you on the sidelines, he’d be furious. He thinks of himself as a horrible person for how possessive he was over you, a girl who wasn’t even his. For the remainder of his time on watch, he thought about distancing himself from you. Walking away and not looking back. But he knows, he won’t be able to.

It was Saturday and Keegan was dressed as usual, but he’d sprayed a little bit of cologne on, maybe he’d meet a girl. Maybe he’d take her home. Or maybe he’d drink too much and wake up somewhere random like he’d done. Too drunk to think straight, sleeping on a bench or in his car in the parking lot. He doesn’t know what the night holds. His feet pat against the concrete walkway of his house, going out to his truck. He doesn’t expect his phone to ring, and he doesn’t expect it to be you.

“Hello?” Keegan asks into the phone. “Uh.. hey Keegan.” He can hear you sniffle. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He stops right in his tracks. “I uh.. everything is okay and I hope I’m not interrupting you. But.. can you come get me?” You ask. “Of course, where are you?”

“I’m in the parking lot of the theater.” You mumble. “I’m on my way.”

Keegan speeds like a bat out of hell to get to you, he doesn’t know what happened but he knows you’re unwell. And that’s enough for him to need to get to you. It feels like it takes him hours to get there but is only a few minutes and he’s pulling up. He parks, tires coming to a hard stop as he brakes. He throws the truck in park before jumping out and making his way to you. “Hey, what happened? What’s going on?” He asks. “It’s nothing, can we just go?” You mumble, you keep looking over your shoulder. When Jacob comes walking up to you, Keegan pushes you behind him. An action that doesn’t go unnoticed by you. “You called him? Are you fucking kidding me?” You lean into Keegan. “What’s your problem?” Keegan mumbles. “Oh, you haven’t told him yet?” He laughs. “I was just telling Y/N here that she’s a bitch for leading me on.” Keegan can feel his blood boiling, fists clenching together. “She’s led me on for the three months we’ve been together. Always dresses so slutty and always denies me.” He shakes his head. “I mean look at her, you can practically see her ass in that dress. You get it right?”

Keegan is completely taken off guard by the entitlement he’s hearing. “Uh.. no. No I don’t get it.” He shakes his head. “If you were really looking for a girl that would sleep with you, you were barking up the wrong tree in the first place.” He crosses his arms, trying to make himself look bigger to Keegan. “Y/N doesn’t owe you anything, she can dress any way she likes. And the Y/N I know, would knock you on your ass for saying that. She’s showed you parts of herself that nobody has ever seen. But you’re just a dumb motherfucker who fumbled a hell of a girl.” He laughs. Jacob scoffs, turning his head away. “Whatever. She’s just a dumb fucking prude anyways. I knew you’d get in the way. Anybody could see your crush on her from a mile away. And she always comes running doesn’t she?” He shakes his head. Keegan shakes his head. “Come on Y/N.” Keegan places his arm around your lower back. Leading you to his truck. You have your arms crossed and you look furious.

“So.. you want to tell me what’s going on?” He asks. “We were watching a movie. He kept putting his hand on my thigh and I kept pushing it away. He got too forceful and I shoved him back. So he stood up and made a scene in front of the entire theater.” You cover your face. Keegan laughs. “What a scumbag.” He rolls his eyes. “Is what he said true Keegan?” You look up at him. And he looks away from your gaze. “Y/N.. you don’t need all of my bullshit too okay?”

“That’s not what I asked you, Keegan. Answer me.”

He sighs. Keeping quiet. “So what if it is? It doesn’t have to change anything.” He breathes. “Keegan, it changes everything.”

This is exactly why Keegan kept it to himself. “Well.. so what.” He sighs. He starts his truck, throwing it into drive and pulling out of the parking lot.

The drive to his house is quiet aside from Metallica playing faintly in the background. Usually you would poke fun at him. But the silence seems louder. He ruined your friendship, all because of a stupid crush. He pulls into his driveway, ready to hear you yell at him, ask why he’s brought you here. But he’s shocked when it doesn’t happen. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because of this, because I didn’t want to risk anything. Plus, you have a boyfriend.” You shake your head. “That doesn’t matter Keegan.”

“Yes it does Y/N. If you were mine and some guy was doing that shit, I’d be furious.”

“I wouldn’t do it to you.” You mumble.

“But you’d do it for me? Because I’m a coworker?”

“No because you’re my friend Keegan.” You roll your eyes. “You should have said something.” You turn toward his window. “You have a boyfriend!” He throws his hands up. “In case you haven’t noticed I did everything I could to respect that despite how fucking bad I wanted to be him. I don’t see what you saw in that fucking scumbag either.” He breathes. You turn toward him. “It was to fill time, asshole. And stop calling him my boyfriend. I do more stuff with you than I do with him!”

“Oh, I’m the asshole. I come to the rescue anytime you need anything and somehow I’m still the asshole.”

“Fuck you Keegan, I won’t ask you for another fucking thing.” You growl. Reaching for the door handle. “No!” He grasps your hand, pulling you back. “You don’t get to storm away when you’re mad.” You narrow your eyes at him. “Seriously, where was this fight when that asshole was talking to you like that hm? I know you, I know you held back.”

“Because it’s not worth it. Who gives a fuck what he thinks about me.”

He shakes his head. “You’re ridiculous.” You shake your head. “You.. all of that shit you said about.. leaving him. All of those times you came to help and tried to talk me away from him. It’s not because you wanted to help.” You laugh, shaking your head. “It’s because you liked me.” Keegan rolls his eyes. “So fucking what.” He turns to you, leaning into you. “Even if I didn’t have a crush on you, I’d still come running. And you’d still call because you’re you, and you can’t fight your own battles.”

“Fuck you.” You growl. “I don’t want to hear anything from you, you’re disgusting.”

Keegan shakes his head. “Yeah? If I’m so disgusting than get out of my truck. Go on.” He nods.

You don’t move.

“Go ahead.”

Nothing again. “Still here.” He let’s his hands fall onto his thighs. “See, to me? It seems like you like it. You like that I’m disgusting. Don’t y-“ he jumps back as you smash your lips against his. Sitting up on the seat of his truck. He kisses you back even harder, pulling you over the center console and into his lap. He pushes down on the lever of his seat, sliding it back. The metal thumping as he thrusts it back has you moaning into his mouth. He pulls you tightly into him, teeth knocking into each other as he kisses you. He has a tight grip around your waist.

You grind your hips down into him and he pulls away, moaning out. He rests his hands on your hips, stopping you. “Hey- wait.” He breathes. “I like you but I’m not going to take advantage of you.” He breathes. “Shut up Keegan.” You groan. “Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing.” You grind your hips into his again and he looks like he’s in pain when you do it. “Fuck-“ he breathes. You roll your hips into him again and he bucks his hips up slightly. “Ah-“ he whines. He closes his eyes tightly. “Fuck- you have to s-stop.” He grits his teeth. A couple more times of you rolling your hips into him and his body is jerking, he’s trying to halt your hips. But you grasp his hands, holding them against your thighs as you keep going. “Y/N- I’m serious, please-“

His chest heaves up and down violently, and a cry leaves his lips. He bucks his hips up into you, more and more cries leaving his lips as he finishes into his jeans, crying out for you pathetically and grinding his hips into yours for any bit of friction he can get.

When you stop moving your hips into him, he won’t look at you. You can feel his cum soaking through your panties.

He’s clearly embarrassed.

But he has no idea how turned on you are. “Look at me.” You breathe. His cheeks are burning, and he knows he can’t look at you. He just can’t. “Keegan, look at me.” When he looks up at you, he’s got tears in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” You ask. He looks away but you grasp his chin, forcing him to look at you. “I’m just embarrassed okay? Just..” he sighs. “I’ll take you home now.”

He sighs. You can already feel him hardening beneath you again. You sitting in his lap is too much. “No.” You breathe.

“Keegan, I want to have sex with you.” You breathe. “Y/N..” he sighs. “You’re just.. you’re hot and bothered, you don’t mean it.” He breathes. You grasp him by the collar of his shirt. “Please Keegan. If you don’t want me that’s fine but I want you.” You pant. You know for a fact you’ve never been more sure of anything in your life. “I do want you. But I would never take advantage of you.” He breathes. “Keegan. I’m a full grown woman.” You laugh. “I know what I want and what I want is you.”

You reach between the both of you, unbuttoning his jeans and he helps you prepare for what’s about to happen, and he can’t believe it.

That motherfucker pushed you right into his arms, just like he’d planned.

Keegan is still wet from his orgasm that he had just had, embarrassed because neither of you have a condom. You just have to risk it.

His filth would be good Lube anyways.

You raise yourself up and line him up with your entrance, the tip of his cock presses through your folds, sinking deep into you pussy. Your panties pulled to the side to give him full access to you. A breath hitches in your throat as he starts to stretch you, and you take in a deep breath. “Hey. Look at me.” He grasps your chin. “Relax. Keep going up and down on what you can take of me, get that pussy nice n wet for me.” He breathes, his sudden change of demeanor catches you off guard. This is Keegan, pure horny, needy, Keegan. “Yeah, like that.” He breathes. You raise your hips up and down, keeping a steady pace, letting your body adjust to him.

When you rest yourself onto him completely, completely full of Keegan’s girthy length, you realize what you’ve just done.

You’d given him your virginity.

It was no surprise really, it was bound to happen from the start. You had always had a massive crush on Keegan before you’d met Jacob, and always ran to Keegan because he was your friend. You didn’t know he liked you back, in fact. You knew you were in the friend zone. You’d liked him from the day you’d met him, but you’d take that to your grave.

The cry that leaves your lips when he bottoms out in you for the first time is pure bliss. You’re here finally, touching him. His cock is nestled up inside of you perfectly. A perfect fit. As you rock your hips into him, he’s falling apart. He can barely keep it together, nearing his second orgasm already. He already feels embarrassed and pathetic, it’s only going to get worse when he finishes early for a second time.

“Ah, you gotta slow down sweetheart.” He breathes. “I.. you’re making a fucking mess out of me, I just can’t help it.” He chuckles. “It’s okay, I want it.” You breathe. He hisses, tilting his head back. He shakes his head. “No, Cmon baby. Let’s work an orgasm out of this sweet pussy yeah?” He smirks, grasping hold of your hips. He thrusts up into you, smiling at the way your eyes widen. His lower stomach is swirling with want, pleasure seeping into every last cell inside of him. He’s never felt this good, ever. He holds back for as long as he can as he fucks himself into you, keeping a steady pace and working himself into you. You’re dripping down his shaft, soaking him. He can’t believe he’s doing this with you.

You whine out, clutching onto his seat, thank god for leather seats because this was going to be quite the mess to clean up later. A mewl leaves your lips and you clutch his shirt. “Oh Keegan, I’m gonna cum.” You whine. Clutching his shirt. He relaxes a bit and you grasp two handfuls of his shirt, rocking your hips into him. “Yeah I’m gonna cum too baby.” He relaxes completely, letting you finish him off. You’re grinding your hips into him like you were before but this time, he’s buried deep inside of you. You’re practically sobbing when you finally cum, crying out along with him as you feel his warmth filling you up. You’re gripping onto him so hard and he’s convulsing as you draw another orgasm out of him. He’s shaking when he’s come down from his high, in complete disbelief of what’s just happened. He’s so sensitive from the second orgasm you’d just given him. You take in a deep breath. Relaxing your hands and laying your head on his chest. He pulls you into him, panting hard. Still coming down from his orgasm. His heart is finally settling in his chest.

“I’m sorry tonight went so bad.” He breathes. “Tonight went perfect, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You blush.

“Oh yeah.. if you tell anyone what you did to me, I’m taking us both out.” He narrows his eyes. “I wouldn’t do that to you Keegan. Besides… I thought it was kind’ve hot.” You smile. He shakes his head. “Cmon, we can go clean up. You can stay over if you want.” He asks nervously.

“I’d love that.”

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vampismm · 10 months

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Ticci Toby General Headcanons

(srry its so long i have a lot of thoughts about him... probably will rewrite later

) ---------------------------------------- - toby rogers is a small kid, around 5'6-5'7 with messy, shaggy brown hair and dark brown eyes. his hair is choppy and uneven from having to cut it himself and his eyes lack any true life behind them - to be fair, the guy himself lacks any life in him in general. he lost it all when he destroyed his life and became a proxy - but theres nothing he can do now. he knows this, and he copes hard. in ways that are less than ideal - fighting, outbursts, temper tantrums, drinking, smoking, murder - toby thinks with his fists more than he does his brain. he always has been and always will be a fighter, thats one thing he got from his father for better or for worse - he's just generally an insensitive prick - the kid doesn't care one bit about anybody but himself. its a dog eat dog world, right? every man for himself. - besides the lack of empathy, and the callousness, toby is also a weird kid in all. he crosses lines and disrespects boundaries, and is very vulgar and crude - very loud and immature. just an obnoxious prick - he does what he wants and god forbid anybody tries to assert authority over him - this is why he tends to have issues with tim. he cant stand the thought of some random guy going around acting like he knows him, or telling him what to do - nobody knows toby, not truly. he overshares and he talks a lot, but he doesnt really say much. the kid would rather kick, fight and scream than let anybody close to him - theres not a single soul on earth that toby trusts enough to rely on, in his mind all he has is himself now. especially after everything with his sister. he barely remembers it, but god does it follow him - he was never incredibly close with his sister, they just stuck by each other while dealing with their father. they bonded over the abuse in a subtle, sick way - she would stand up for him while he was being bullied in middle school, not knowing that toby would often instigate the fights. he was a violent kid projecting the violence at home onto kids on the playground - he wasnt just bullied, he was a bully too - to this day, people will often avoid him or feel uncomfortable around him. toby is just an antisocial asshole who pushes people away - despite this, he can be rather friendly at times. he's a very charismatic person when he wants to be and is scarily good at getting people to like him. - its only when they really get to know him that they run for the hills. he's nothing but a wolf in sheeps clothing and he pulls off the "troubled teen" act very well - when it comes to his 'job', he doesn't really follow through in the way he's supposed to - unless of course he's being directly controlled by Him - sometimes toby will wake up in the forest, covered in blood that isnt his and having no recollection of the past week or month - so much time has been taken from him, and so much more - theres not much he can do though. he has a job and He wont let him stop until the boy is useless. then he'll be discarded - until then, toby will continue to destroy himself just like he destroys everything around him. he will continue to be a fighter until he cant anymore. he'll continue to take and ruin lives - because honestly, thats all toby rogers has become and ever will be

#creepypasta #ticci toby #creepypasta fanfic #ticci toby headcanon #ticci toby headcanons #creepypasta headcanons #toby rogers #creepypasta fandom

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rblackdeco · 7 months

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Bloodsport - rosekiller

— pairings: barty crouch jr x evan rosier

— a/n: angst angst angst, the most heartfelt gut wrenching angst i've wrote in a while, for a moot on twitter and i really hope she doesn't kill me for that :) ily bru

— summary: what if barty died first? and what if it was in front of evan?

Blood. There was so much blood, everywhere.

Evan was shaking. He was shaking, because it wasn't supposed to be like this. To end like this. No, because in between the two of them, Evan was supposed to go first.

Him. Not Barty. Anybody, but Barty. Not his Barty.

"Rosie...?" Barty was quiet as a whisper, quiet as he couldn't be all these years. Bad sign. Horrible sign, in fact, because he was never quiet. Raspy too, a tone that reminded Evan of all the lazy mornings they've spent together in bed. "Rose, look at me... Please, look at me."

Begging, how pathetic of him. How low, he thought, because he knew Evan wouldn't any other way. His eyes full of tears, his face a mix of emotions and still, Barty has never seen anyone more beautiful. He thought what a bliss from the gods that he could die looking at something so beautiful, something he adored so much. What a bitter and twisted death wish that was.

"I don't wanna die..." Barty coughed, his blood splaterring Evan's perfect shirt, his grip on it tight. He wouldn't let go, he swore, he wouldn't, until he had already passed. He was convinced he could fight death itself were it to try to take him from Evan. But Evan didn't respond, didn't waste another look at him.

"You won't die." Evan said, his hands pressing onto the wound. A knife wound, what a simpleton. What a ridiculous way to die. Maybe it was fitting to him, maybe it was fate.

But Evan said fuck fate.

"Rosie, it's bad." Evan wished he could shut Barty up. He wished he wasn't right like always, he wished he could fix it, but it was way beyond his abilities. And even if he knew how, his hands were shaking far too much to do something like stitch Barty back together, the tears clouding up his eyes far too much for him to see something beyond the blood.

Of course blood, because Barty was nothing but a fighter. To the very end.

"I'm so sorry, Ev..." He whispered, his tears falling to Barty's shirt. Evan shook his head.

"No, no, you're okay..." He sobbed, but just once. Just once, and still, enough to shatter Barty's heart in a million pieces. Barty lifted his hand, touching Evan's cheek and smiling.

That fucker was smiling. Evan was gonna kill him.

"Evan..."

"Shut up, Barty." He frowned, wiping the tears from his eyes away.

"Please, look at me... Wanna look into your face." And Evan did. He shouldn't have, he knows it, but he did anyway, his eyes watercoloured, grey mixed with the deepest shade of teal, the one Barty always adored. The one he always called his angel eyes. "Hey, Ev? I love you."

The smile. There. Evan wanted to knock it out of his face, whether with a kiss or a punch, he wanted Barty now more than ever to take it seriously. He wanted more than ever for Barty to act like the pretentious fucker he have known his entire life and fight. Because it couldn't end like that.

"Don't leave me like that, you asshole." Evan held back a strangled laugh, fearing what it would become of him if it left his lips.

"Say you love me, Ev. Say it now or you'll regret it." Barty's lips trembled in a way Evan has seen few times in his life. Usually, it meant anger. And usually, Evan could kiss, or cuss it better. But that was different. That was fear. With that, Evan had no idea of what to do.

"Don't you dare" He spat, trying to smile at him, but it was pointless. Evan was every meaning of the word mess. Shaking, crying, desperately tugging into Barty's shirt as the boy coughed again, his body propping up. Not a single one of the many horrors in the life of Evan Rosier had prepared him for the anguish of losing someone so dear to him. "Don't you dare to leave me, you hear me?" He pleaded.

Except he didn't. Except now, Barty smile was permanently froze on his face, his eyes permanently looking at Evan. Evan's grip finally loosened.

It was foggy the night Barty Crouch Jr died. And it would be foggy every day after that too. At least for Evan.

#rosekiller #marauders #barty x evan #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #oomf on twitter if you're reading this ily don't hate me pls #they're just so #this broke my heart #debnamstarrwrites — ★

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etaleah · 1 year

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The thing that pains me the most about recent Shadow portrayals being all “Friendship is for the weak! It’s pathetic! I don’t NEED friends!” is that this is an idea that could actually be done amazingly, beautifully well if a good writer with a decent amount of creative freedom was behind it.

Picture it: Shadow is still grieving the only friend he ever had. She was stolen from him, killed before his very eyes, and he can’t bear it. He can never, ever, let that happen again because it will break him even more than he already is. And then, subconsciously, he realizes that he’ll never have to suffer the pain of losing a friend if he never has any friends to lose.

Thus begins his (again, mostly subconscious) decision to push people away and make sure nobody can be his friend. Because that way lies misery, and he knows better this time. He’ll protect himself by keeping everyone at arm’s length. Anybody who tries to get too close will be pushed away.

The other characters don’t realize this, of course. They don’t know about the details of Shadow’s experience with Maria, so they have no choice but to assume he’s just like this, but the audience knows where he’s really coming from. We know that Shadow is acting from a place of grief, fear, and trauma, using the only defense mechanism he knows, but the characters mistake those traits for anger and hatefulness.

Think of the conflict and tension possibilities! You could have Rouge or Sonic or Cream or someone else trying so hard to reach out to Shadow, thinking there must be some good under all that harshness, and he gets scared and starts putting up emotional walls. Maybe they fight over this, yell at him, demand to know what they ever did to make him be so mean to them, and he doesn’t want to tell them because no one understands and maybe he doesn’t even fully understand why he’s like this because Shadow has a hard time with feelings. You could even have moments where he’s tempted to lower his walls, when he sees everybody having fun and just for a moment wishes he could do that too, but he doesn’t dare because he knows what will happen if he does.

At some point it all comes to a head, the truth comes out, there’s more fights, and eventually Shadow finally breaks down and cries because deep down he doesn’t really want to be alone, but alone is what he knows and the only option that makes him feel safe. And then you get this lovely scene of him finally being comforted, cared for, told that it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all, etc., with him finally being welcomed into their group at the end.

Why can’t we have that story? I would pay good money to read, watch, or play that story. I want it so badly I might just write it myself. Because it’s a much better, more sincere, and more narratively satisfying story than “Shadow looks down on friendship because he’s an asshole who thinks he’s better than everyone else for no reason.”

#shadow the hedgehog #shadow the ultimate lifeform #my thoughts #sonic the hedgehog #maria robotnik #rouge the bat #cream the bunny #cream the rabbit

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theprincessofpowerremake · 4 months

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if you're a glimmer fan, ignore this.

gonna be honest.

i absolutely hate Glimmer, and not just because of s4.

she was a terrible person from the start and i'll get into why.

i'm going to get into her relationship with Angella another time, because that is a whole mess in of itself [ because of Glimmer ], and deserves its own post.

anyway, Glimmer:

undermines her supposed best friend's [ Bow ] abilities for no reason and doesn't give an actual apology [ her admittance to being wrong also seems really reluctant and annoyed to me ].

has an issue with Bow having friends for some reason, even though this was never brought up in any way before, and uses Adora as a prop to show just how much better fun she's having [ yeah, obsessing over your best friend daring to have fun with someone that isn't you is totally having fun ]. and then when Bow tries to talk to her about, she expects him to apologize [ yes, i know she does apologize for this later, but i hate how she even thinks of this in the first place ].

projects her own insecurities onto her ma like crazy while constantly, constantly going behind angella's back for no fucking reason and being ridiculously reckless, but then whining about how her ma doesn't see her as capable [ this sounds like a familiar cat... ].

this isn't specifically about Glimmer, but it just annoys me how literally almost no one actually helps Adora with Catra constantly harassing and assaulting the poor girl until she's about to die or get kidnapped, like what the hell?

'Ties That Bind' is another episode that was a complete waste of time and did nothing but paint how annoying and asshole-y Catra, Glimmer, and even Bow, unfortunately, are.

'Roll With It' Glimmer [ and everyone else, but Glimmer's a streak atp ] can actually kiss my ass, because this is not what you do in a war or when someone is having a panic attack about someone trying to kill them and everyone else.

no one talks to Adora about White Out. ever. what kinda friends are you?

Glimmer continues undermining Angella and doing stupid ass shit, like letting Shadow Weaver power her up [ yes, this could've been an arc and, maybe, about one where Glimmer would eventually understand what Adora had gone through, but that didn't happen, and she put pretty much everyone in danger by trusting SW. and yes, i'm aware Glimmer apologized to Angella in the fake reality thing, but i don't buy it ] and leaves her ma with the belief that she's a coward [ when Angella's one of the most logical characters out of the cast ].

i'm tired of people saying that Glimmer was manipulated by SW in s4, and that's why she let SW walk whenever she wanted, when in previous seasons, Glimmer has repeatedly brought up how manipulative the woman is and WATCHED HER TRY TO WIPE ADORA'S MIND. Glimmer has no excuse other than doing it just because she wants to and think her rights are of no consequence.

i don't care what people say, Glimmer's plan was stupid. either the planet would die, or they would win. if they were [ realistically ] pushed into a corner, then maybe i can see that being an option they would have to consider. but Glimmer is clearly a 'my way or the highway' kind of person and doesn't even bother listening to her supposed best friends.

manipulates Adora into trusting her with the "i know you don't trust Shadow Weaver [ reasonably. and why do you trust her? she gave you power? ooohhh, wow, it's not like anybody else in your family could've have done that ], but can't you trust me" bullshit. like, wow. honestly wow. the audacity if you.

'Mer-Mysteries' and 'Boy's Night' Glimmer can actually get kicked in the nards. "she was acting" yeah, duh, but did y'all forget that it was heavily implied ( by DT and the expressions on both of her and Adora's faces ) that they were at least somewhat speaking from the heart, and Adora was genuinely hurt when Glimmer said the most inane bullshit i have ever heard [ seriously, her and Catra could be buddies at this point ] by implying Adora wanted to be SW's favorite?

blames her for Angella's death. "she realized she was wrong almost immediately aft-" guess what? still doesn't take it back. especially since Adora watched her die.

uses abuse of power via using her Queen status to prevent Adora and Bow from leaving Brightmoon to rescue Entrapta [ and insults the grown ass woman while she's at it ], and it's really obvious that it was because they told her she's wrong [ and she is ]. because she goes to Light Hope with the intention of proving Adora wrong.

uses Scorpia's insecurities to get her to use the Black Garnet. Catra literally did the same thing in Princess Prom.

SURPRISE, SURPRISE, the entire planet is about to die and the Princesses are getting injured by Glimmer's stupid ass decision that her best friends literally told her would have severe consequences.

manages to avoid severe consequences because even though the world nearly died, there's no civilians to criticize her and rightfully hate her for what she did.

i hate her apology to Adora, not only because it's shoddy at best, but also because Adora immediately forgives her [ like Catra ], even though she was deeply hurt by what Glimmer said and did [ like Catra ].

I HATE HER CONVERSATION WITH BOW. it sounds like she's allowing him to be angry for, idk, nearly destroying the world and pretty much giving out the location of Etheria to Horde Prime, and then she's immediately rewarded with his forgiveness. fuck off.

instead of consoling Adora for being frustrated with Catra after she risked her life to save the ungrateful little shit, Glimmer instead borderline defends her [ or at least undermines Adora's anger ] by going "lol, did you think she'd become a different person after we risked our lives saving her 🤪".

Glimmer and Bow are Catra's ass-kissers now. shocker. and they don't take anything seriously anymore unless the plot calls for it. also shocker.

why does she say [ in the Heart 1 episode ] "it isn't going to work"??? like, it kinda sounds like she'd consider it. which, if you do, just say that atp.

and, just like catra, says Adora left them.

that's not all she did, obviously, and i know she's like this because of the show, yada yada, but i just really hate her.

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notmorbid · 3 months

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the sympathizer, pt. 1.

dialogue prompts from the sympathizer by viet thanh nguyen.

a talent is something you use, not something that uses you.

'peace' is not the right word, is it?

no one asks poor people if they want war.

nothing is ever as expensive as what is offered for free.

even god and noah couldn't save everyone --- wouldn't, anyway.

music makes bad things bearable and good things wonderful.

for us, there is no end.

enough sadness and gloom. let's drink to hope.

if anyone asks, deny that you know me.

is it almost over?

if you won't do it yourself, do it for ____.

hope's thin. despair is thick, like blood.

despair may be thick, but our friendship's thicker.

blurring the lines between 'us' and 'them' can be a worthy behavior.

i always want to fall in love two or three times a year. i'm well past due.

was it a pleasure?

i didn't want to die that way. i didn't want to die in any way.

if you were in my situation, what would you do?

we will never speak of this again.

the world would be a better place if the word 'murder' made us mumble as much as the word 'masturbation'.

that phone is heavy enough for self-defense.

we waited too damn long to get our act together.

your timing could not be more perfect.

it's easier to get a gun here than to vote or drive.

it takes one to smell one.

no one's innocent, especially in this business.

we're all innocent on one level, and guilty on another.

a slogan is just an empty suit. anybody can wear it.

are you going to quote me?

it's not censorship. it's advice with teeth.

smart and passionate: that's what i care about. the rest, we can negotiate.

i don't look like the girl you knew, do i?

white is also the sign of mourning and death.

while pain is universal, it's also utterly private.

we can't know if our pain is like someone else's unless we talk about it.

thank you for telling me how to do my job.

always resent, never relent.

you can't blame a gay for trying.

you wouldn't want anyone for your friend who actually wanted to be your friend.

you think that because you went to college, people should listen to what you say?

the best medical treatment is a sense of relativism.

every paranoid person is right at least once.

you're not a bastard. you're just an asshole.

#rp meme #askbox memes #askbox meme #rp memes #ask memes #inbox memes #rp prompts #thriller meme

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jazzybot4 · 1 year

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Under a cut because rage. More Flamethrower drama, this time with Bonus Morgynleri.

https://morgynleri.tumblr.com/post/706738832916283392/funny-thing-the-concept-of-shame

See, the thing is? Morgynleri basically accused Lily of the equivalent of sexual assault, in a dream, and demanded retribution and recompense in the waking world for it. That's the fight. That's why Morgyn stopped being friends with Lily. Morgyn also professes to worship deities that are actual end of the world death cult type deities out of Mesopotamia and Egypt. Of COURSE I was angry about that when I found out, but like I said in my goddamn screenshots, I didn't want the fight. It wouldn't solve anything. Morgyn was the same kind of self-absorbed new-agey-cultist my-spiritual-powers-are-so-strong-i-can-end-the-world-if-i-wanted-to egotist that was the same person who drove me to move across the country with a laptop case and a duffel bag. The same kind of headmate-worshiping crazy that I'd learned at the time to be incredibly suspicious of. I didn't let it turn me into a goddamn asshole attacking people about my own traumas.

I'm still angry, but it's not worth having the giant fight about it. It's not something I'm going to act on. It's not something that factors into how I treat people. It's incredibly likely that everyone I know will eventually do something to hurt me, because that's human fucking nature. It's how you react to that hurt that shows me what kind of person you want to be. Did you know, I don’t think they’ve EVER CONSIDERED apologizing for tearing our friend group into little confetti bits?

Morgyn never thought of themself as the instigator here, only ever the victim, and since none of us were bending over backward to soothe them in the real world and validate their dreams as real actionable deliberate trauma visited by someone who I had only been dating for...a couple months? Max? At the time?, but who wasn't actually fucking like...some sort of evil dream-visiting monster? Who never wants to actually hurt anybody?

I also really want the examples here of bullying that they talk about. What the fuck. What fucking things have we done besides try to ignore all of this the best that we can? I know JWP has been working hard to ignore Flamethrower as often as possible, except when people bring their drama and history up and she responds in kind. I'm not sending anyone hate. I'm not sending any of my friends after them. I mostly just want them to stop trying to use us as scapegoats for their own bad luck, bad decisions, and shitty behavior. That goes for Flamethrower AND Morgyn.

The only people here making this into an issue are Flamethrower and Morgyn. Those are the only people I've got any kind of argument with and it ultimately boils down to how Morgyn tried to use beliefs and spirituality as a weapon against Lily *first*, and how Flamethrower has lied to me, manipulated me and other people, and continues to smear my good name. They want to paint us as this cabal of evil masterminds out to ruin their lives, but COME ON. I haven't looked at any of their blogs since they blocked me, except when someone sends me links where they mention mine or Lilys names, or vagueing about us. I haven't tried to contact them, I don't send people to contact them by proxy, we're not interested in their downfalls because it seems to us that they're doing a pretty great job of masterminding that themselves. We don't need to do it. We don't want to do it.

If you want the details, I've got links for you. Feel free to message me. My anon asks are on.

#Flamethrower wank

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I love outer banks I would love to know/didn’t really like

give us more backstories… like how the pogues met and became friends

i would not do the pope x kie thing, like not drag it out that long. poor pope. kie and jj just aren’t it . I also would not pair up literally everyone just leave it about friendship like that’s what I loved about the show I would love to know a bit more about and his mum what happened but i think his mom just left when he was little but I would love to know what actually happened . i’d also do some explaining regarding the cameron family and rafes, sarah’s and wheezies mom because they never ever mention her.

i think personally they should of do more episodes per season so we can get character development and some filler episodes like idk just not rush everything like that x

anon!! litterally !! we need to send this to the writers for fourth season.

pope is so underrated too. like what? he's so fine.

i really wanted kie to be one of my favorite characters but i feel like she was toxic when she wanted John B to pick sarah over her? thats starting fires.

also just because she didn't invite you to her party? Like that makes sarah a bitch? You are a grown ass 16 year old why are you acting like you're in kindergarten.

and then she proceeds to call the cops on her 😐 the world does not revolve around kie. Kie drinks beer probably often, hypocrite energy.

and then she makes pope feel bad for her and then luries him in by hooking up and then rejects him after playing with him? Girllllllll

i dont know. I love kie but I dont think she deserved that much time in the show with pope. like broooo just stop dragging it out.

Heres what i assumed about the group. I think the pogues met because john b was friends with JJ natrually growing up, pope probably lived nearby since he "was a pogue just like the rest of us".

Kie was there because "shes not like other girls" and she couldn't get along with anybody at her school which kind of proves something about her......just saying.

Sarah got in through falling for John B and she wanted to live outside the bubble wrap she was in her whole life and she was afraid she could never get out of it, she saw john b as a gateway into a more flowy future of teenage fun.

I think she regretted being a pogue at one time because of all the shit that happened from it. Would sarah be the same person if she didnt be with the pogues?

I think JJ's mom left when he was really little so i think thats why they dont put any backstory on it because he might have just been too young to remember much and theres not much emotion there on JJ's side, and since luke is an abusive asshole, no one is really going to be interested in hearing what he has to say about it regarding his wife.

I think the point of it all is that they basically have all fucked up families which makes them need the pogues more as their family.

I agree with the friendship point! Except sarah and john b, and pope and cleo are my favorite ships.

They have to provide romance in the scene because its what keeps the viewers attracted.

I love popes character development where he finds a girl who loves him for him, and doesn't have to be played with to get her.

I love sarahs character development too, because i think she was taught how to let people in and she got a group of people that she doesn't have to feel like she needs to cut out.

I think Wheezie should join the pogues.

I dont know how i feel about rose enough to determine what i want to hear about sarahs mom.

Ward isn't an asshole, i think he has some actual mental issues that clearly runs in the family that was obviously passed to rafe....

rafe is still hot though xxxx

also is it true that sarah is getting pregnant from jj in fourth season?? Holy shit.

anyway i agree with all of your points and i take the perspective outer banks really seriously because it is one of my main writing points and the better i understand the show and each character the better i can write for you !! 💗💞

#my asks #♡presleyanswrites #𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈 🎀#outer banks #obx #obx fic #jj obx #jj maybank #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks imagine #outer banks x reader #outer banks x you #obx x you #obx x reader #obx x y/n

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intergalacticaquarium · 2 years

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No Need For Introductions

PART ONE of the Eddie and Max AU! Finally! I have a ton of these written and I'm gonna get out the summer ones before the season four plot where it will become abundantly clear that these two should've been the besties instead of Eddie and Dustin. Sorry Dustin, but you already have Steve and Max is having brother problems.

No Pairings, just Max and Eddie being friends and Eddie adopting random sad kids bc they remind him of when he was a random sad kid.

(and a special thanks to @seafoamgreenpng for helping me create this vision of this beautiful friendship.)

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Summer was an annual trial in the trailer park, and Eddie couldn’t spend any more of it sitting inside in front of a fan and a bowl of ice. Staying inside his sweltering oven of a bedroom was obviously no longer an option.

Putting shorts on the list of things he considered against his personal doctrine might have been a mistake.

But regardless of the length of his pants, he grabbed a one-hitter and his walkman, along with a claw clip he hoped nobody would see him wearing to get some of the heat off the back of his neck and headed outside. He wasn’t surprised but he was a little mad when it was noticeably cooler outside than in his room.

The little woods behind the trailer park were shady and peaceful for contemplating nature, or whatever. He unpacked the bat and dug around for some weed and took a hit, but turned around in confusion when he heard another sound.

It sounded like somebody…crying?

He walked forward, making sure to crunch on a few sticks so he wasn't sneaking up on anybody.

"Come on…c’mon- shit-' a small voice said, sounding frustrated and angry until she let out a frustrated shout and he heard something hit a hard surface.

Now that he was close enough he could see that it was a kid. A redheaded teenager in a sweatshirt with a pale and blotchy face that was so drawn and pinched he could tell that she really hated that she was starting to cry.

Eddie recognized her as Billy Hardgroves sister, Max. He almost said it out loud but he wasn't sure if he should- He didn't know if she knew that just about everybody in Hawkins knew her name from the impatient and angry bellows of her name her brother was prone to.

As a super senior, soon to be for the second time, most of the bullying didn’t really register with Eddie anymore. In fact, he had relished in most of it. But Billy Hardgrove was an asshole. Most people just ignored him at this point, but in all his years Billy was the only one to do Eddie the favor of shoving him literally into a locker like in a terrible movie. The fact that he was so dedicated to the John Hughes dickhead act was almost kinda pathetic, in Eddie’s opinion, and that level of tormenting others probably wouldn’t hold him over for long, and he seemed ready to snap at any moment. Hardgrove never seemed so much like a bully as he did a future felon.

Eddie had done his best to just keep away from him, but the angry shouts of his little sister’s name were enough to draw attention, and Eddie had to admit that he worried about that kid a bit. Anybody could see that she was scared of him and trying not to show it, which was a sight that hit Eddie a little too close to home. Once he had been in the arcade when Billy dropped her off and he asked her if she was okay, but she had only glared at him and said something along the lines of none of your fucking business.

Then Billy died in the mall fire. Famously, in fact. Sure, lots of other people died too, but Billy was apparently the biggest ticket item on the list of casualties.

Max and her mom had just moved into the trailer across the path from his but aside from her hauling boxes on moving day he hadn't seen her come outside once in the two weeks since.

Every time he'd ever seen her rushing towards Billy's car or getting the mail her face was stony. Now, this kid was crumbling.

"Hey- you okay?" He asked as comfortingly as he could, and Max jumped in shock, quickly wiping her face.

"I'm fine-"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare-"

"I said I'm fine!" She shouted, and he shut his mouth. She was standing now and in her hand was a cassette tape with the ribbon unraveled and tangled.

"I hate it when that happens too. Do you need some help?" He asked gently, and she looked down at it helplessly.

"Don't think there's anything to do at this point- this shit is ruined." She said, frustrated and thick from emotion.

Eddie held out his hand for the tape, making a gimme motion. She looked confused, but walked forward stiltedly and shoved the tape and the massive delicate tangle into his hands and he looked at it and shrugged. Bad, but not the worst he had ever dealt with. Eddie just took it and sat down on the dirt ground at the base of a tree and began to work while she stared at him, bewildered.

"You don't have to do that." She said, a little awkwardly, and Eddie just shrugged.

"I don't mind, I'm actually pretty good at untangling knots. Lots of practice with the hair and everything." He said casually. She didn't laugh, but she also didn't seem like she was about to run in the opposite direction.

"You don't have to stay here if you want, or I can go. I'll just put it in your mailbox when I fix it." He offered, and she glanced back to the trailer park, then back to him. Instead of leaving she picked up her walkman off the ground and sat down across the little clearing from him. Far enough away to get away quickly, not so far she couldn't see what was going on. Eddie recognized that calculation. He always called it the mafia seat.

He methodically worked on fixing the tape as they sat in silence, and he could feel her very keen eyes on him. He finally glanced up and she looked away awkwardly before he turned back to the tape.

Eddie laughed quietly. "I was about to tell you my name but that look tells me probably don’t have to-I gotta know- what have you heard about me that you're trying to figure out is true?"

Out of the corner of her eye he saw her head snap to him, looking embarrassed.

"Its- he- Billy didn't have a lot of nice things to say about anybody. Not….not just you." She said carefully, and Eddie grinned.

"No he did not. But really, go for it. I just wanna know if he had anything he didn't say to my face." He glanced at her and still looked worried. "You don't have to if you don't want do,, but no hard feelings, even if it's really bad.. I promise."

She fidgeted a bit, her hand mostly in her sleeve and pushing out the wrist like a webbed hand.

“You sure? Because…there were a couple main ones.” She warned, and Eddie gave a decadent shoulder shake like he was about to get a present.

“Awww, I didn’t know I made such an impression that he’d talk about me at home.” He said, and heard what might’ve been a quiet laugh. “Lay it on me. Worst he got.”

“Uhhh, okay…the first one was trailer trash,” She said sarcastically, but continued, “But that one wasn’t just you, that one was a go-to. Um, I think you were the one he said probably kept people in his basement.” she said, almost joking now. He got that, too. Sweat the little stuff and joke about the big ones. Emotions were easier to process in reverse.

“Oh, and then the worst one was, that you were ‘just some creep too stupid to realize that the only reason people let you keep going around running your mouth is because you’re the only hookup for drugs in this shitty town, and when you eventually dropped out you might as well be dead in a ditch. Or in…prison. I think that was when he mentioned the basement, actually.”

Eddie let out a low whistle and glanced up at Max, who still seemed to be bracing herself

"Damn alright. That's pretty cold. Not the worst I've heard but not great either. I can’t believe he didn’t tell me about the bodies in my basement, though. I would’ve let them out if I had known.” he said, and she laughed in surprise.

"Thanks for telling me, though. And I'm just gonna ask with…however much respect is due in this situation- how do I keep people in my basement if I'm trailer trash? I don't have a basement. It's a trailer. Nothing wrong with living in one either. Where else can you go where you can just faintly hear Skynyrd all the time." He said, and he heard a small breath of a laugh from Max.

"Sorry. He was….his dad was really hard on him." She said lamely, and looked kind of offended when Eddie snorted.

"Okay? My dad taught me how to hotwire and steal cars when I was 12 because he thought if I got caught the most the cops would do is put me in the foster system. As if I wasn't the most redneck looking kid out there that most cops would love to arrest." He spoke while still focusing on the tape, but he saw Max frown.

"My dad was hard on me, Billy's dad was hard on him and Billy was hard on you if I remember how he used to yell at you in parking lots. I don't know you, Max, but I’ve never like, attacked anybody and I don’t want to either. Everybody’s dealing with shit but the only way that we can stop having to deal with it is to not bring it the fuck up all the time to excuse our own shitty behavior" He said, glancing at her reaction before finishing undoing the final knot in the fragile film. He might be repeating something he had told himself more than a few times throughout his life. When he was a kid he used to get angry, but he didn’t like the feeling and all the guilt that always came with it.

"I…guess not." She muttered.

"Sorry, I shouldn't speak ill of the dead." He said, wondering if he had gone too far.

Max sighed. "It's okay i….I'm glad that somebody's willing to.'she said. "Sorry, no. Billy….its…yeah."

"Yeah…..grief…sucks." He said, unsure how else to put it.

He was surprised at her thick and breathy laugh that sounded on the verge of tears.

"Yeah. It just…sucks." She laughed a little at the understatement

"And dont- don't take anything people tell you about living here to heart. It's really not that bad- besides the Skynyrd- I know it's not 5 stars but the worst part has always been the people that act like it makes you different." He said, and he thought he noticed a small smile.

They were both quiet for a little while as he slowly spooled the tape back together as she watched him, probably remembering the steps for next time.

"Kate Bush, huh?" He asked after a while of silence. That was the first thing to make her smile a little bit, and she nodded.

"I haven't heard this one yet, but a few years back I was kind of obsessed with the Dreaming." He admitted freely, and she didn't hide her surprise.

"Really? You don't really….seem like the type to be a fan of her." She said, and he grinned.

"I've got two ears and a heart, don't I?" He said and she laughed a little bit.

"Well…it's good. Really good. Better than the Dreaming." She said, and he was glad that he had finally gotten her mind onto something else.

"Eh, I'll believe that when I hear it." He said, carefully winding the last of the film back into the tape, holding it up to show it to her fully intact.

"Viola." He said proudly, and stuck out his arm. She popped up instantly, all of a sudden forgetting her troubles to grab it excitedly. Eddie grinned at how she looked more like a kid now as she managed to actually smile. She lowered the tape to look at him and looked a little more shy now, glancing back to the spot he had caught her crying.

"Thank you." She said simply, and he waved it away.

"No problem, I told you, I hate it when that happens to me and I'm good at untangling things. It would be wrong to leave somebody else in a bind when I can get them out of it. Especially not another Kate Bush fan." He said with a grin, and she glanced down at the tape, then stuck out her hand to him.

"You should listen. It's just a loaner but…I bet you'll like it." She said, her hand still out in an awkward offering.

"You sure? You've just been reunited."

She nodded. "Definitely. Besides, Running Up That Hill is gonna change your life." She said, and he glanced at it and smiled.

"Well, thanks Max. I'll get it back to you soon." He said, and she nodded.

"Sure. And…thanks again, Eddie." She said, and walked away.

He smiled to himself, glancing up to make sure nothing nabbed her on the way, and put the cassette into his walkman, feeling good to have helped, and hoping that he made her feel better.

The next morning Max grinned when she checked the mailbox and saw three cassettes with a note that said top one first, it'll change your life.

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gay-jesus-probably · 2 years

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OF ALL THE WAYS YOU COULD'VE ENDED THE 9/11 REBLOG I WAS NOT EXPECTING "We're Canadian" ??!!::";??¿ WHY WAS YOUR TEACHER OBSESSED WITH IT THEN

I HAVE NO IDEA. Like, I was understanding at first in the unofficial 9/11 unit, it began with the novel study of the book, and even though I found it a bit weird that there was a book about a pair of fictional 9/11 survivors, it wasn't so bad. It was definitely interesting to read a disaster survival book where all the action happened at the start of the disaster, and half the book was just going down a whole lot of stairs; from what I remember, there really wasn't a focus on patriotism, and there was some interesting stuff of the kid abruptly faced with his own mortality, and the specific terror of being stuck in a life threatening situation with your child. And definitely some exploration of survivors guilt near the end, as the kid was friends with a classmate whose dad was a firefighter, and passed his friends dad going up the stairs while they was going down. And sure it was a little weird that the teacher cried a little at the start about how we were her last class that had any memory of 9/11, but y'know it was a big tragedy and American media has been dedicated to making sure people who experienced it can never heal from the trauma, especially focusing on not letting anyone forget it happened. So I can understand why someone might get a bit emotional when confronted with the reality that the passage of time meant that she was never going to teach students that actually remembered it.

After we did the novel study we watched the documentary, and I was like yeah okay, this still makes sense, we read a fictional novel about this real event, now we're getting some visual context and looking at the real disaster. And then after that we watched the Nic Cage 9/11 movie, and I started thinking man we sure are spending awhile on this topic, I'm not really sure if this still counts as a novel study given how far we've wandered away from the actual novel. And then we were given a 'creative writing project' to write OBITUARIES, specifically for people we invented who died in 9/11, and then I was really wondering what in the fresh baked fuck was going on. But again, the justification was there, because we did ask the teacher what the fuck she was thinking, and she explained that knowing what an obituary is and how to write one is unfortunately useful knowledge, and it's probably for the best if we know how to do it long before we're ever going to need to. Very fucking strange and kind of insensitive, but there's some logic to the whole thing so I guess this train is still on the tracks.

...But then we had to take the fake person from our obituaries and follow it up with writing a eulogy for them, and then deliver our fake eulogies in front of class, to give us more public speaking practice??? With part of the grading rubric being how well we sold the act of being the grief-stricken parent of our fictional 9/11 victim? And that was about the point that I realized no, this train hopped the tracks a long time ago, and we've somehow kept on rolling anyways.

All of this fucking nonsense was in direct contrast to our Social Studies teacher, who frequently joked about how post 9/11 paranoia and aggressive airport security standards ruined his life, because some fucking asshole tried to blow up a plane a few months after 9/11 by hiding explosives in his shoes, and that asshole happened to have the exact same first and last name as my social studies teacher. So literally every single time my teacher had to fly somewhere, it would begin with him arriving at airport security, immediately being arrested on charges of having a name, and spending several hours sitting in a holding cell while they quadruple checked that no, the Shoe Bomber has not somehow been quietly pardoned of his three consecutive life sentences, he has not escaped from maximum security prison without anybody hearing about it, this is literally just Some Guy, and it's not actually illegal to be named Richard Reid.

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thegrimdog13 · 5 days

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why are people like this?

Sorry this is a long rant ( also sorry for the swearing it’s just a normal part of my vocabulary but sometimes it’s out of hand. I am annoyed about what I’m talking about but I’m not like furious or something lol)

This same thing has happened to me a couple times but yesterday and today I have been walking home. I take a 20 minute walk home about. And most of the time it’s fine. But sometimes people will just stick their head out their car and yell stuff at me when I don’t know them at all. Yesterday I walked home a bit later then I usually do same route and everything and this guy yelled out his window at me with a big shit eating smirk on his face. I always have headphones in so I don’t have really ever hear what they yell and I honestly prefer it that way.because even though the place I live is quiet and usually not dangerous at all people are just rude. Now today I was walking and this person literally stopped their car and their little kid was yelling something at me like what the heck. I don’t get parents who let their kids act up like that because I wasn’t doing anything wrong and I was just minding my business but they decided to stop their whole car to yell at me. Then they stayed there as I walked by and they kept the window open and the kid just backed his head away as I walked by because he probably didn’t want me to be yelling at him and stuff. But fortunately for them I’m pretty smart and I walked by and minded my own damn business like they should have. At times I think oh maybe I should yell back but then I realize that is exactly what they want me to do. So once I didn’t give then the reaction they wanted because they probably wanted to get me in trouble with some sort of law or something so they could sue me or some shit. They drove away. And honestly that is a trend with little fucking kids we’re I live because they will just smirk at you like a bitch or make faces at you. mind you this kid looked like he was probably in middle school. And in my opinion you should know better by then. I mean I have literally walked past elementary kids on my way home and they don’t do anything and just mind their business but middle schoolers are getting out of hand. And highschool kids that should definitely know by now also do it. So I just think it’s dumb and like I would just like to know what I’m doing wrong when I’m just walking home with my stuff and my headphones on just minding my own damn business. Also a couple years ago in the time of masks I was walking home and I still had my mask on because I didn’t want anybody I knew to see me without it. Just because of the fact that my makeup was ruined from the mask . I am a ftm but I still like at least foundation on my face because I feel ugly without it lol. But someone drove by ( mind you two grown adults) and yelled take off your mask over and over again and then drove away . Like shut the fuck up and mind your damn business. In the end the moral is mind your damn businesses if nobody is doing anything wrong. Also can somebody give me any reasons why these people would be yelling stuff at me. Like I get it with the younger kids because they might not understand or they might thinks it’s funny because they are immature but encouraging behavior like that as a parent in my opinion is not appropriate. Mind you I’ve never been a parent and never will be so who knows maybe it’s okay to raise your child to be an asshole.( that was a little bit aggressive of wording but you guys get what I mean)

#why are people like this #mind your fucking business #mind your business #mind your damn business #why do people suck #why do people yell random things at me #just minding my business #doing my own thing #people #annoying #annoying people #rant post #rant #random #random people #harrassment #bullying

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ystrike1 · 2 years

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I'll End this Engagement - By 꾸꾸즈 (7/10)

This one is a hard maybe. I'm almost certain there's at least one yandere in here. There might be two, but everyone in this particular webtoon is very guarded. Love is a touchy, political subject. Nobody trusts anybody, and the reincarnated protagonist sees her husband as a threat for a long time. It's been twenty five chapters and she still doesn't trust him, which is good because he's a manipulative scumbag.

Quick warning I think this is an unpopular webtoon, because of how slow it is. The English translations that are available aren't great.

Leah Francis is a pink, cute lady who is engaged to her childhood crush. Duke Devan is dashing, handsome, and a demon on the battlefield. Leah has the favor and love of the Emperor, so she's a powerful bride to have. The Emperor is only letting the Duke marry Leah because he's strong enough to protect her...but Leah dies. She goes insane slowly. Duke Deven never gives her any love, attention, or respect. Eventually she becomes a laughingstock in court. She was supposed to be the highest lady in the land, but she became an embarrassment. Another woman upstaged her. That woman, Olena, is the Empresses adoptive daughter. Cute, dumb Leah couldn't beat her. So, she clumsily tries to kill Olena after Devan starts to admire the other woman.

That, obviously, leads to a bad end where she dies. The cruel truth is that the Duke never loved her. He quickly falls for Olena after her death, and then Olena becomes Empress...with another man. The Duke is a side character too! Suprise! He dies suspiciously and Olena marries a more powerful man to cement her position as Empress. Leah loved Devan honestly, even though he's kind of a bastard. Thankfully, her reincarnation does not.

Oh Soojin was a loyal woman. She stayed with her childhood boyfriend for eight years. She helped him with money and his future, and then he dumped her to marry a younger woman. Soojin quickly adapts to life as Leah. She knows she is insignificant to the Duke, and she must stay away from Olena. Olena is being groomed by the Empress Dowager to become the next ruler. Leah is kind of in the way because she is close friends with the current young Emperor. She decides to avoid her husband, Devan, and push for a divorce.

Devan would love to divorce Leah, but now he's curious. Leah seems kinder. Less snobby. She dresses better now too. She no longer looks or acts like a helpless child, and she has some smart ideas. That was really all Devan needed from his wife. He didn't want a desperate pink waif. He wanted a partner. The original Leah was too kind and naive for his taste. He resented the Emperor for making him marry her because of her crush on him. The original Leah was unpleasantly obsessed with the Duke. He treated her like shit, and he was an asshole, but the original Leah was unbearable. She used the Emperor to get him, when he would have preferred to marry another strategic mind. Leah and Devan were a doomed couple with nothing in common. She only liked his face and power. The things the Duke did to her were unforgivable, but I do understand why he was unhappy with Leah. She just wanted to be loved and adored all day...by a man that wasn't interested in her...and she used manipulation to get his hand in marriage.

It was a messy situation, but Oh Soojin suits Devan well.

She hates his guts though, because she knows how cruel he can be.

Devan falls in love first. Leah takes off her heavy makeup, and begins to properly show off her beautiful face. She is suddenly kinder to everyone. Even the lowest servants get a smile from her. She ignores him, which makes him go a little nuts. He hated it when Leah followed him around, but now he wants that because she has become so much easier to talk to. Devan loves talking about politics with Leah now. Her knowledge and grace is valuable. He still insults her like an idiot sometimes, but he's a goner. By chapter ten he doesn't want her to ever be alone with other men.

Yes.

Everyone does immediately notice her transformation, including a bunch of men.

This is the important one. Kadel Vernon is Olena's future husband. He is a born politician with a sunny smile. Leah impresses him when they meet. Leah is close to the Emperor and her pedigree is amazing. Kadel doesn't have an amazing title yet. He wants to marry a powerful woman. He knows Leah is married, but she's the perfect choice. He becomes a little too obsessed with seducing her. He knows she's married. He can see that her husband is fairly possessive, but he's fearless. He boldly claims that he wants to steal her.

Devan and Kadel both fall for her after she does something really cool. A spy has been following everyone around and feeding information to the Empress. The rat is this guy, Raul. Leah uses a magical "love" perfume to catch him. It was a gift from her friend. She was supposed to use it to flirt with the Duke, but she chose to use it to uproot a traitor instead.

Deven is very proud to have her as a wife at this point.

She still doesn't like him.

She shouldn't like him yet. Devan is a potential yandere, but he's not the type of man that falls in love easily. He only fell for Olena after she managed to manipulate him. He let his wife get insulted by everyone, and he chased after Olena while he was married. He's a man with a one track mind. Leah doesn't think he'll ever be loyal in their marriage because of this. Devan's shitty side is connected to his yandere side. He's not a very popular type of yandere. He's manipulative but he's not very affectionate.

He would never choose a woman for her looks. What he's after is someone capable that he can claim. When Leah says something smart there's always a creepy moment or panel with him smiling. Olena hasn't been introduced yet. I think Devan is going to show her how loyal he is after she appears. Olena and Leah were polar opposites before. Leah used to wear unfashionable, frilly, bejeweled pink things because she was insecure. Olena used to be the graceful, smart one. Now that Leah is less insecure and more independent the Duke wants to tie her down.

Devan's love is very selfish. He doesn't want Leah to leave him. When she brings up divorce again he tears up the papers. He grabs her. He tries to intimidate her. When she says she knows he hates her he threatens to kill whoever told her that. He practically spits on Kadel whenever he appears. He sees other men as competition.

He's...a pretty toxic yandere that is a complete asshole in the beginning.

He's a hard sell.

He's pretty hard to love. Her sister in law, and the rest of her family, support the divorce.

I think he's going to have to do something extreme to get her love, which he is definitely willing to do.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #I'll End this Engagement

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 2 years

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What things do Eddie and Lucy particularly love/appreciate about the other?

What Lucy Loves/Appreciates about Eddie

He's just so damn funny

That's at least the first thing so notices. It's like every time they hang out, he makes it his mission to make her laugh. (It is, but that's a story for another day)

He's crazy smart too

Not book smart, but he's got a great ear and can play a song is basically any key you ask for; anything that sparks his interests he is suddenly an expert in over night, it just takes some prodding

For all his teasing, she never gets the sense that he doesn't respect her opinion

They can argue about music until they're both blue in the face, he can call her tastes girly and predictable, but never does it feel like he thinks less of her for it; it's a fine line, but an important one

He's actually really thoughtful and sweet once you get to know him

For all his talk, he's got a good sense of reading other's emotions and finding the best ways to respond; usually he uses this power to annoy people, but with his friends he'll use it for good

He's got a soft spot of his fellow freaks and actively wants to create a space for them to just hang out and be themselves; hence Hellfire

His confidence is also a big draw

Yes, he puts on The Freak act at school to ward people off, but he's also not shy about who he is and his interests; he wears it like a badge of honor and there's a lot to say for that

And then there is just the simple fact that she thinks he's hot

She'd just about kill him if he ever cut his hair

She could go on for days about his eyes and his hands and don't get her started on his lips; it's indecent

As far as Lucy's concerned, it doesn't take much digging to see that Eddie is actually a really great guy and it saddens her that so few people are willing to see that

What Eddie Loves/Appreciates About Lucy

She's just so damn sincere

When they first met, his expectation was that she was trying to use him; whether it was for drugs, a prank, a charity case, whatever, but she didn't want any of that. It didn't even occur to her. She just wanted to learn how to play DnD and maybe make some more friends. How can anybody say no to that?

She didn't stop that first day. He learned quickly enough that Lucy always means what she says, every compliment and thanks comes from the heart

It cuts both way though, and she can get really sassy and even a little mean; it's hilarious

He wished her humor wasn't as self deprecating sometimes, but it's always great to see her go off now and again

She gives everybody the benefit of the doubt and wants to see the best in people, which leads to the people around her not wanting to let her down

The second she has nothing nice to say about somebody is the moment he knows for a fact that person is a certified irredeemable asshole (*cough* Billy *cough*)

She's crazy creative too

Between costuming and acting and DnD, she always has some project going and it's always the most interesting and chaotic thing he's ever witnessed

The only time he ever considered handing the DMing reins over to somebody else was to Lucy, just to see what she would come up with

He loves seeing her perform tbh

She just has this energy, like every line she speaks she's trying not to smile; she's having so much fun you can't help but have fun with her

She's also about the most thoughtful person he's ever met

She brings snacks and remembers birthdays and there was that one time she called all around Indianapolis just to get him an Iron Maiden patch to fix his vest; he didn't ask her, she just did it

And last, but certainly no least; she's just really pretty

Pretty smile, pretty eyes, pretty hair, she also has some really nice curves and he's embarrassed to admit what seeing her in a Corroded Coffin T-shirt did to him the first time she wore it to a gig

He wants to kick himself for how long it took him to realize just how hot she really was

Honestly he wants to kick himself for it taking her approaching him to finally get him to notice her at all; the idea of him going whole life thinking of Lucy Henderson as just "Wheeler's friend" feels baffling now, but it was so close to being a reality

#stranger things #stranger things oc #eddie munson #lucy henderson #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x henderson!reader #leddie

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noxiousaffection · 2 years

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self-indulgent npc reactions to a reader who often bites their nails

⚠️ tw: general nsft, dubcon, manipulation, mentions of blood, nail shaming, typical dol assholery ⚠️

Robin:

They know you can’t help it, but they can’t stand to see you abuse your fingers like that.

May lightly reprimand you while pulling your hand away from your mouth, but would never make fun of you for it.

Tries their best to help redirect your attention, whether that be by challenging you to a Mario Kart rematch or by passing you your favorite fidget. If you’re in a relationship, they’ll hold your hands to keep them busy. Either way, you’re in good hands.

Avery:

They refuse to tolerate this kind of behavior. Openly thinks it’s gross, will not hesitate to shame you.

Forces you to wear gloves in public until your nails are presentable. They’ll be damned if they allow your bad habits to negatively impact their image.

Do not let them catch you in the act cause they will slap your hands, harshly. If it continues, the punishment will be severe. Anything Avery perceives as detrimental to your appearance, aka theirs, is a fast-track to high rage.

Whitney:

Talk about an asshole. Immediately makes sport of your habit, pulling no punches. If they think your nails look particularly fucked up that day, they’re gonna let you know.

Don’t even think about asking them to help open an orange or soda can. They’re gonna demand payment and they don’t accept cash.

Definitely makes it easier to put you in your place without any fucking claws to scratch them with, so it’s a win-win in their book.

Eden:

Not their problem. As long as you’re an obedient spouse that can take a rough fucking, they’ll not bother you. Though, they can think of a much better use of your mouth.

Low love Eden will stay silent if you ever bring it up. They don’t really know what to say and honestly don’t care about your stupid nails. Who the hell are you even trying to impress out here in the middle of the fucking woods, anyway. High love Eden may grumble something along the lines of “your nails are fine, stop worrying about it”.

If you complain about it enough, they’re just gonna tie your hands to the bed and make you forget all about your silly little compulsion. Can’t bite your nails if you’re too busy getting fucked silly, now can you?

Female Eden says it’s stupid, but she’s also insecure about her nails.

Will use your insecurity to manipulate you. “You’re lucky to have run into me, how could anybody else love you with nails like those?”

Black Wolf:

Doesn’t understand at all; you’re wasting your time by trying to explain it. Is just concerned and confused. Why are you biting off your claws? You need those to hunt, stop it this instant!

Hesitant to take you on hunts, sees your lack of claws as a vulnerability. They don’t want you getting injured because you couldn’t defend yourself. Will eventually give in once you prove yourself capable against a fellow packmate.

Slaps your “paws” every time they catch you gnawing at your claws. Seriously, why do you keep doing that. How are you supposed to protect your future litter without any claws?

Sydney:

Catches themself absentmindedly chewing their nails from stress or boredom now and again, but you’ll still have to explain to them why you can’t just stop like they can.

Trims and clips your nails for you so you don’t have anything to bite on to. If that doesn’t work, they’ll just hold your hands every chance they get.

Makes you wear that foul tasting nail polish despite your protests.

Corrupt Sydney wishes your nails were longer. They’d like for you to scratch them.

Harper:

Brought it up first. They’re you’re doctor; they only want to help you, you can trust them.

Genuinely helpful advice, albeit strange methods. What do you know, though. You didn’t go to medical school, Harper did…at least you think.

Uses your compulsion as an excuse to send you to the asylum. No one of sound mind would bloody their fingers as you do; it’s clearly a call for help. Don’t worry, you’re in good hands.

Kylar:

If anybody understands, it’s Kylar. Seriously, their nails are in the same condition as your own, perhaps worse.

If you’re insecure, Kylar is there to reassure you. They love every inch of you, your nails being no exception. You’re perfect just the way you are. Anybody who tells you otherwise is scheduled a visit from Kylar.

Suggestively licks the blood off your fingers before bandaging them whenever you take it too far.

Bailey:

Could not care less about your stupid compulsion. If it doesn’t affect their business, they’ll pay it no mind. May actually prefer your nails short; makes it easier to tie you up.

I genuinely can’t see them getting involved, not even in relationship and upon request. Leave them alone, they don’t give a rat’s ass about your fucking nails.

Pester them enough about it and they’ll either drag across their lap and give you the ass whooping of the century or tie your hands behind your back. There, problem solved. Figure how to untie them yourself.

Leighton:

Will somehow try to take advantage of it. You want to stop biting your nails? They can help. You just have to trust them and not question their methods.

Shames you, but mostly to manipulate you. “Looks like our last session didn’t work. Maybe another one is due. It wouldn’t do good for Robin to pick up on this nasty little habit, now would it? Better to stop it now before that can happen.”

If for some reason these sessions of theirs somehow actually help, they’ll demand compensation for their assistance and they don’t mean the green kind.

Remy:

Will reprimand you and maybe slap your hand away, but not usually maliciously. Cows don’t bite their nails, is all. And that’s all you are; cattle. If you’re obedient, they’ll redirect your attention with a nice, juicy apple.

If they believe at any point it’ll effect your milk quality, you’ll quickly find yourself muzzled. A defiant cow may find themself muzzled regardless if milk quality.

If even then it continues, perhaps a visit from the young doctor may do you good. Nail biting is associated with stress and a stressed cow is no good. They can’t have you spoiling their milk, now can they?

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