#Badly written

[occasionallyprosie]

Have a lil ficlet

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"Round Five"

He was eight the first time, ten the second, twelve the third, and then sixteen the fourth. He's seventeen now and he is ready for round five.

Aka, Legend runs into Ganon... again.

This is crack, this is pure, badly written crack.

Inspired by this

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To be honest, the last thing Legend expected to see when they finally tracked down the being that was being the Shadow... he shouldn't have been surprised, but he really was when he saw a mage and they'd arrived just in time to see the mage use The Shadow to revive Ganon.

Ganon, in all his blue, pig faced not-glory, stood before them. Legend heard Four hold his breath, he saw Hyrule freeze, he noticed the other heroes tense, but he just laughed.

Ganon, freshly revived, fully revived, landed his gaze on Legend who pushed the other heroes back with the flat of his blade.

"You want to go for round five?" He called across the room, grinning.

Ganon groaned. He actually groaned and glared at the mage. "Really? That one? You had to bring that one here? I kill one hero and now I'm just cursed to be killed over and over by this brat."

"Vet?" Four hissed.

"I got this," Legend promised. "Handle that wizard guy and make sure the Shadow's dead. I call pig face."

Ganon just sighed and hefted up his huge blade. "How old this time?"

"Seventeen. Next time we'll have our ten year anniversary date," Legend replied wryly, he heard someone make a slightly scandalized noise, probably Warriors frankly, and someone else snorted and laughed, that sounded like Wind. "When will your lackey's learn that it's just not worth it to bring you back as long as I'm alive?"

"I don’t know," Ganon glared at the mage, who withered under the glare. "Sooner rather than later." He looked at the other heroes. "Wait you’re here too?!"

Four cleared his throat and waved awkwardly. "Umm, hi."

"There's only one of you this time... but--I don’t care. Let's just get the fight over with. It's not like Din ever lets me win."

"If you weren't going to destroy Hyrule in the aftermath I'd let you live," Legend said casually.

Ganon paused. "Deal."

They all stopped.

"Huh... Okay."

"Vet!"

"What?!"

"You can't agree to that!"

"I just did, deal with it. Hey can you pick apples from trees without squashing them or am I dumping you on the Gerudo?"

"They'd kill me for last time."

"Fair enough. Guess Ravio's got a new employee."

#crack fic #badly written #everyone is unhinged #idc #I'm tired #and this wasn't leaving my head #so I'll curse your nights too #linked universe #lu legend #ganon #lu hyrule #lu four #prosie regrets writing #linkeduniverse #fanfic #lu warriors #lu wild #lu wind #lu sky #lu twilight #lu time

[littlemissomega]

Meeting the Coworkers Part 1

Warnings: smut, kinda threesome [steve doesnt really do anything] dom!steve x innocent!sub!reader x dom!peter parker, overstimulation, oral [f receiving], mention of oral m recieving, fingering, mention of virginity, degrading, squirting, overuse of the words 'whimpers' and 'chuckles' (yes that's a warning)

Summary: Steve has been clear about his polyamorous relationship with some of his coworkers since he started dating Y/N, but she never really wanted to meet any of them. Steve intrudices her to Peter first, and things get heated

Masterlist

"Are you sure you're ready for this, princess? Cause if not, we can always kick him out and-"

"Stevie," Y/N interrupts, "I-I'm ready! I want to…to try,"

"Okay, babygirl, let me call him in,"

Steve runs his hand up and down Y/N's soft thigh.

"Peter, you can come in now!" Steve calls.

Y/N's breath catches in her throat and she curls in closer to Steve when she sees him. 

Steve and Y/n have been dating for a year and she's never been happier. Steve made sure she knew off the nst that he has in a polyamorous relationships with a few people he works with, but she should not feel pressured at all the become apart of it. So it had just been the two of them for a year.

But Y/N got increasingly more curious about that part of Steve's life.

"You remember Peter, dont you, princess?" Steve asks gently.

Y/N nods. She remembers the day she and Steve were out getting coffee and Peter just "happened' to be there. He made her even more curious. And a few other emotions she didn't quite understand.

He made her blood light on fire, just like Stevie does, which confused her. She didn't want to cheat on Steve, she loves him! One night, she confessed the feelings she had to Steve, and he just chucked and kissed her nose. 

"Hi, darlin'! You look pretty today!" Peter smiles.

Y/N cheeks flush at the complement.

"T-thank you," she stutters.

"Awww she such a cutie, Steve! Can't even take a complement without blushing!"

"I know! She's my shy llittle baby," Steve chuckles.

Y/N blushes even harder and fiddles with the hem of her sundress. She's sitting on the bed between Steve's legs. She doesn't even hear Peter talking to her through her blushing. Peter sits down on the bed and gently grabs her chin, making her look up st him.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, babygirl,"

Y/N let's out an involuntary whimper, causing both men to chuckle.

"What do you say when you understand, princess?" Steve asks.

"Yes, sir," Y/N responds.

"Good girl," steve whispers in her ear.

"You've got her trained right up, don't you?" Peter chuckles, "you wanna lay back, pretty girl?"

Y/N looks back at Steve and he nods. She scoots forward on the bed so she can lay back, making sure to hold the hem of her dress so it doesn't ride up. Steve positions her head in his lap and she looks up at him with wide, doe eyes.

"Are you sure you want this, bunny?" Steve asks one last time 

"Uh huh!"

"Do you remember your safe word?"

"Red," Y/N nods.

"Good girl! You hear that, Peter?" Steve asks, looking up at his boyfriend, "she says red and you stop,"

"Sir yes sir," Peter chuckles.

"Daddy?" Y/N whispers.

"Yes, bunny?" Steve respinds.

"Is he gonna be gentle?"

"Even gentler than me" Steve chuckles.

"Can you h-hold my hand, Daddy?"

"Of course, pretty girl," Steve smiles, lacing his fingers with hers

Peter positions himself in front of Y/N's clamped shut thighs and grabs the hem of her dress; going to take it off.

"Wait," Yn interrupts, "C-can I keep it on? Just f-for now?"

"Of course, princess," Steve and Peter respond at the same time.

Y/N always been insecure about her body. She thinks she too short, and as Steve likes to call it, 'curvy'.

Peter flips the hem of her skirt up just so her white cotton panties show. 

"You gott open your pretty thighs if you want me to do anythjng," Peter chuckles, gently rubbing her thighs.

Y/N lets out another whimper and hides her face in Steve's lap.

"Can I kiss you?" Peter asks, wanting yn to feel more comfortable.

Yn looks up at steve as if she's asking permission.

"Whatever you're comfortable with, bunny," Steve smiles, stroking her hair.

"Yes please," yn whispers.

Peter moves up so he's straggling yn and lowers his lips down to hers. He smells like peppermint and kisses her gently and reassuringly. It takes her breath away and went he pulls away and moves down to her neck, she's gasping.

"A-arent you gonna…give Stevie a kiss?" Yn asks quietly.

"Awww silly baby!" Steve chuckles, "always thinking 'bout her Daddy!"

Steve grabs Peter's chin and kisses him passionately. Yn whimpers at the heated sight above her.

"Good boy," Y/N hears Steve mumble into Peter's lips.

Steve pulls away from the kjss.

"Now get to work," Steve chuckles.

Peter kisses down yns neck and her eyes flutter closes.

"You're so beautiful," Peter mumbles.

Warmth blooms through y/n. Steve calls her beautiful every day, but it's weird hearing it from someone else. Nice, but weird.

"Thank y-you,"

"Oh such polite little baby! Did you Daddy teach you that?" Peter asks.

"Uh huh!" Yn nods.

"Now, be a good girl and open those pretty thigh," peter croons.

Yn buries her face back in Steve's lap as she slowly spreads her thighs. Peter settles between them and smirks at the little wet patch.

"I've surprised Steve doesn't have you in little lacy panties!" Peter chuckles.

"Daddy loves my pa- oooh," yns moan interrupts her and peter gently strocks her clit through her panties.

"So sensitive! Look at me," peter voices.

But y/n keeps her face hidden. Steve reaches down and spanks Yns thigh. She gasps and looks up at him in shcok.

"You know better! You've gonna give me a reputation of not knowing how to keep my little baby slut in line! Listen to Peter or else!" Steve snaps 

"I'm sorry Daddy!" Y/n whimpers.

Y/n looks down at Peter and he keeps eye contact with her and he slowly tugs her panties down. She squirms under his intense gaze, but she doesn't look at. Yn doesnt want her Daddy to get mad again!

The cold air hits yns wet pussy and she gasps, attempting to close her legs, but Peter stops her.

"Fuck, what a pretty pussy!" Peter croons.

Y/n's face flushes even more.

Peter continues looking at her and he lowers his lips to her pussy and gives her clit a little kitten lick. Yn jolts and moans as Peter continues. Her toes curl and she clutches Steve's hand.

"Sweetest fucking pussy I've ever had," Peter mumbles into her, the vibrations jolting her core.

"Ngjjff Daddyyy," she moans.

"What, pumpkin? I'm not the one makes your pretty pussy feel good, Peter is!" Steve chuckles, leaning down to kiss her nose.

Yn states up at steve with wide eyes as Peter continued lightly lapping her clit. She squirms at the sensation. Warmth grows in yns core quickly.

"You know what she really likes?" Steve voices, turning his attention to Peter. He stops and looks up to listen, making yn whimper, "when you give her clit a little smack. I've made her cum before from just spanking her clit!"

"Oh really? What a naughty little slut!" Peter croons, smaking yns clit.

Yns back jolts off the bed and the tries moving away from peter to escape the sensation, but that just causes him to do it more.

"Sit still," Steve snaps.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, it's just-just nghfjfhf too much!" Yn blabbers.

"I've barely touched you!" Peter inserts.

He smacks her clit again before leaning down and plant a soft kiss. The kiss turns into sucking on it. Yn moans as she gets closer to her release. 

"D-daddy I'm gonna cum! Can I please cum?"

"I'm not the one you need to ask, doll,"

Yn looks down at peter, her face bright red.

"Peter please," she whimpers.

"Please what?" Peter asks mockinglg, switching to rubbing circles on her clit.

"Peter please please please gonna cum oh please please can I cum, sir?" Yn babbles.

"Good girl. Cum for me, baby,"

Yn throws her head back and grips the sheets and fire corses through her vveins. peter gently works her through her orgasum. She bites down on her lip to try and muffle some of her moans.

But once yn starts to relax again, peter goes straight back to work. He goes to slip two fingers in, but then realizes y/n's sopping hole is far too tight for that. He's able to slip the tip on one in, but barely. He moves his mouth from her clit as she squirms uncomfortably from the stretch and sensitivity from her last orgasam.

"Fuck she's tigher than a virgin!" Peter coments.

"That's cause she is one!" Steve chuckles.

Peter looks up in shock.

"You haven't popped her cherry yet?"

"Nope! I've tried loads of times, but Daddy's fat cock is just too big for your little baby pussy, isn't it?" Steve asks yn.

"No wonder you're wound so tight when you come over! Wands couldn't walk for a week after y'alls last date! You've been using up all your self restraint here!"

Yn feels a pang of guilt. Is she hurting her Daddy? Is he bitter than he hasn't been able to 'pop her cherry's? She starts feeling even more guilty when Steve leans down and softly kisses her.

"I love you., baby bear. And I've already told you, we're taking this at tihr pass. So stop thinking about it!" Steve whispers getnly.

"Damn she's dripping down my wrist and I can barely get one finger in!" Peter voices, finally easing his finger in.

"Relax your pretty pussy, baby," Steve orders gently, "it'll feel better if you do,".

Yn sniffles as peter works his finger in and out of her, digging her nails into Steve's hand.

"I can see what you mean, man," peter starts, sliding his finger in and out slowly, "she'd probably suffocate your dick off if you tried to put it in!"

"Oh yeah! My little baby is just so much smaller than me! I've never been able to get more than two fingers in her pretty pussy, even after making her cum till she's dumb and with lube!" Steve explains.

"I can see why!"

"I've tried putting my cock in before, but I just can't make even the tip fit, and she cries so hard I just can't,"

"Daddyyy," Y/N whimpers, her face flaming red, "staph it!"

"Stop what?" Steve asks mockinglg.

Yn struggles to form words with Peter's finger in her pussy, and his thumb starting to rub circles on her swollen clit.

"Stop talking a-about putting…..you in m-me," yn stutters embarrassedly.

"Aww bunny! You had my cock in your mouth just this morning and can't even say the word!"

"Daddy shhh!"

Y/n's thighs start quivering even more as another climax builds.

"Do I need to put my cock back in your mouth so maybe you remember to word?" Steve asks.

Yn jumps at the idea and crans her head back furture.

"Uh huh uh huh uh huh! Please Daddy, I'll be good! Wanna make you feel good Daddy!" Yn responds excitedly but yet still so innocently.

"Oh I was just messing with you, baby bunny! Right now is just about you and making your pretty pussy feel good.

Yns face drops and eter chuckles into her pusy, making her moan.

"B-but Daddy I-" yn starts.

"Maybr if you're good, I'll let you suck on Daddys cock later," steve smirks, pating her cheek.

"Damn, Rogers, you've got her giving you blow jobs as a reward?"

"She's a Daddy's girl," steve ssmirks. 

Peter startd sliding his finger in and out faster and yns pussy flutters around him more. Yn struggles to contain her sounds, and Peter and Steve can tell.

"Let me hear you, pretty girl," Peter orders.

"B-but-"

"Stop muffling your pretty moans or you won't be cumming for a month," Steve snaps.

Yns moans start bubbling over as the last of her pride finally melts awat. Her body ie on fire.

"Good girl," peter chuckles, "does that feel good?"

"Fuck fuck f-fuck feels s-jfkfjfhfj so good! Can I cum again, sir?" Yn blubbers himystrrically, her brain foggy with pleasure.

"What a dirty mouth! Cum for me, dirty girl," Peter responds.

"Look at him while you cum," Steve orders, moving yns head so she has to looking in Peter's eyes while she cums.

Yn moans and squirms and pants through her orgasm. Fire engulfs her belly and she squirts all over Peter's face. She has to request the urge to let her eyes flutter shut.

"Fuck shes a squirter?" Peter moans.

"Oh all the time! I'm surprised she didn't earlier! She must be dehydrated. Have you not been drinking enough water today, bug?" Steve asks.

Yn just whimpers, not able to form words after another intense climax. Peter keeps going at first, then he stops. Yn let's out a sigh of relief, knowing she'd be even more sensitive after that. Her eyes flutter shut and she relaxes against the mattress.

Then she feels the tip of something hard and warm against her puffy pussy lips and jumps. Peter slides is cock through her soaking, sensitive folds and yn lets out a strangled cry, looking up at Steve. He smirks at her.

"Daddy," she cries.

"What is it, bug?"

"Too mu-much! Too sensitive!"

Yns magic blocking bracket flows as it works to keep her powers from overtaking her. When she gets overwhelmed, it's hard for her to control her magic, which is why Steve had Bruce make her the bracelet.

"Take it like a good girl, bunny,"

Peter's rough jeans rub against her thighs and she lets a loud moan.

Yn feel so warm it's maddening, and she starts tugging on her dress.

"Off off off please, Daddy, want it off!" Yn cries, her voice muddles with pleasure.

"Okay, baby boo, one second," Steve smirks.

Steve pulls his girlfriend's dress off over her head and throws it off the bed. Yn feels Peter's cock get even harder as he looks up and down her body.

"Fuck, you really did get a good one, Rogers,"

"Damn right I did,"

Steve reaches down and runs Y/N's nipple through her bra.

"Can I take this off too, pumpkin?" Steve asks, tugging on her bra.

Yn can barely hear him with Peter grinding against her core, so she just nods. Steve quickly takes off her bra to reveal yns hard nipples.

"Oh bunny, you're gonna be the death of me," Steve moans, looking down at her fucking out face.

Steve pinches her nipples between his fingers and she whimpers, twitching from all the stimulation.

Yn orgasm builds so quickly it feels like a freight train about to hit.

"Fuck daddy fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fhck fuck," she babbles, "I can't cant cant too much ooh fhck,"

"Yes you can. Be a good girl and cum for Peter one more time,"

"Come on, pretty girl, I can feel you getting close. Cum all over my cock, honey," Peter moans.

Yn squirms everywhere, almost like she's trying to escape her orgasm, but she can't. It crashes into her and the whole world shatters.

Peter watches in awe as Yn cums, her face flushes red and sweat dripping down her body. Liquid squirts out onto Peter's abs, turning him on even more. He reaches up and runs the nipple Steve isn't. Her thigh quiver and her pussy flutters around him, drawing him closer to his orgasm.

"Where do you want me to cum?" He asks Steve, knowing yn is far too out of it to answer.

"On her stomach," Steve responds, pushing yns hair out of her face as she comes down from her orgasm.

Peter pulls his cock away from her dripping folds, causing a string of cum to string off. Her jerks off to the look of her fucked out face before letting it load out of her smooth stomach.

"Good boy," steve chuckles.

But Peter barely hears him, he's focused on check on yn.

Yn brain starts to clear as she comes up from her orgasm. Her eyes flutter open and she sees Peter and Steve looking down at her.

"Hey, pretty girl!" Peter smiles gently, "you did so good!"

"So good!" Steve repeats.

"Really?" Yn asks weakky.

"Really! You were so so perfect, baby! Daddy is so proud of you!" Steve smiles.

Yn flushes contently.

"Thank you, Daddy,"

"How are you feeling, angel?" Steve asks.

"Sleepy," Y/N mumbles contently.

"Go to sleep, honey," Steve tells her, "We'll get you cleaned up, pretty girl,"

Yn drifts in and out of consciousness while they clean her up.

Peter goes to clean up Y/N's stomach with a tissue, but Steve stops him. 

"Can't let me pretty boy's cum go to waste!" Steve smirks, leaning down and starting to lick the cum off her stomach.

Yn squirms a little in her sleep, but doesnt stop him.

Once they finish cleaning her up, Peter and Steve snuggle up in bed next to Y/N. She's out cold.

"You did so good, honey," Steve tells Peter quietly.

"T-thank you"

"Not so confident now, are you? Now, you can let all that dominance  go to your head, baby boy! Bucky will tear your ass up if you brat off to him again,"

"I know, sir, I wont," Peter nods.

Peter looks down at Y/N as she sleeps peacefully.

"She's a perfect match," peter comments, "I know the others are gonna love her so that won't be an issue. Do you think she'll agree?"

"Hopefully," Steve responds.

"So, who are you gonna introduce her to next?"

"Hmm maybe Wanda,"

Taglist:

@liidiaaag

@flourishandblotts-inc

@aagn360

@smromanoff

#smut #steve rogers smut #peter parker smut #tom holland smut #innocent!reader #innocence kink #virgin!reader x steve rogers #virgin!reader #overstimulation #tw overstimulation #badly written #Meeting the Coworkers by LittleMissOmega #peter parker x reader #dom!peter parker #dom!peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader smut

[lildoodlenoodle]

If one person likes this I will do a deep dive essay into spider noir Eyes Without A Face with my own insane takes/interpretations

#if you’ve been here you know I’m capable and I’ve already released some of my more vanilla takes #I will go off the deep end with this #I need everyone who hasn’t read this comic to understand #it is one the most tragic #badly written #despairing narratives #and it’s so fucking interesting and makes me actually infuriated #with spidernoir comics across the board the writing/plot is terrible BUT if you play with it #aka the secret good version in my head #it’s literally amazing #like this specific issue made me upset in a way very few comics have managed to do #and I need people to suffer WITH ME #spider noir #spiderman noir #Spider-Man

[the960writers]

From the instagram of https://www.instagram.com/schoolofplot/.

I'm linking this because it's such an interesting list of reader responses to the question "What makes a story badly written?"

#storycraft #writing advice #badly written #Instagram

[ly-luna]

how re8 women show affection

donna: donnas way of showing affection, gifts and quality time. she would only how physical affection later on in the relationship like hand holding and kisses. she would randomly give you flowers she got from the duke with a little doll attached to the stem. she tells you how much she loves you and snuggles into your chest its adorable. Donna never spent any time with anyone but the dolls so when you came into her life that changed she spent time with you to show she cared about you.

Alcina: words of affirmation, physical affection, quality time acts of service, gifts . she would give you the world if she could i know for a fact she would spoil her s/o. she loves holding you close to her chest and resting her head on your shoulder or head. she tells you how wonderful you are to her and how she loves you. like cassandra she dosent spend time with people she finds unimportant to her so you getting to spend over an hour with her for no reason

Bela: physical affection, quality time, acts of service. I KNOW FOR A FACT SHE WOULD BE A CUDDLE BUG WHEN YOU ARE ALONE TOGETHER *ahem* anyways shes the kind of lover to do things for you oh your hungry? no problem she has some snacks or a whole meal prepped for you. she doesn't see a need in gifts but she will give you flowers or anything your interested in like stuffed animals, books, ect

Cassandra: physical affection, gifts, quality time. she would be the kind of lover to not say "i love you" with other people around but she still says it when you both are alone. she gives you cool rocks or crystals she finds when she go's hunting in the spring/ summer. she loves being the little spoon but she would kill you if you told anyone. she doesn't spend time with the people she sees as unimportant so her taking time out of her day to spend time with out is how she shows she loves you.

Daniela: physical touch, gifts. She loves to hug and kiss you no matter where you guys are. She gives you books and stuffed animals as gifts and sometimes flowers. She loves to hold your hand when your together she absolutely loves kisses too. She wants to be with and hold you whenever you're not with her. She definitely loves cuddling with you and playing with your hair.

Ok this is my first post on here so this might not be good bc I'm not that good at writing lol

#alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil #headcanon #badly written

[leresq]

I don't know if The Amazing World of Gumball started it, but it is certainly the epitome of children's absurdist television shows. Because of that blue cat a third of all kids shows are exactly the same; complete and total chaos, bizarre character designs. It's not funny! It's so weird because it doesn't even rely on absurdism 75% of the time, everything is just normal except there's a cupcake that walks around or something.

#mini rant #badly written #absurdism #tawog

[hajidumps]

Cale didn't hate Basen. He always was good at hiding his true intentions. Cale had always cared for Basen.

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When Cale had first met Basen, he knew to himself - he remembered his mother. Cale knew that he had too big of a heart to not care for the shy young boy. Basen looked too much like father. And maybe that's why he decided to hide his true feelings and cared for him secretly.

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As they grew up, Cale had sacrificed more than he could count. People wouldn't call it sacrifices though, they would call it foolish - a bastards action. He knew how Basen had hurt when people talked about him. (He didn't know Basen was hurt by the thought that he hated him rather than the rumors about him being a bastard son.)

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Cale had always been a good liar. He had created a facade better than a fool with a stage.

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Here's the truth. Cale had always been hurting but he had grown numb. He was used to it. He had cried enough for a lifetime in his mothers grave.

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Heres the truth, Cale cannot cry anymore. When Basen died, when his brother died. When another one of his family died again - he knew he had no luxury to cry and grieve.

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Here's the secret, Cale had cried burying those he loves in a place that had always felt like home even though he was not welcome.

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(Cale had always wanted to exchange sweet words with his family. He had said the words but no reply was heard, the silence was deafening. Enough for him to not notice his tears.)

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Cale had always wanted to care freely but like always he had no chance to actually care for people. They didn't give him a chance (He was too much of a coward - like father)

#trash of the count's family #cale henituse #og!cale henituse #tcf angst #badly written #but i needed to vent #Cale had always been great wearing a mask and hiding his true intent #Cale had always let peopls assume because he knew in himself that no one would believe his words #he made it that way #the henituse is better without a red in their portrait anyways

[mini-starfruit]

I love how, as election season comes up, I get to see essentially mindless election discourse float across my dash. Voting for genocide, voting against genocide, voting for the guy who listens to reason, voting for the guy who isnt a cryptofascist—its so silly.

I live in New York, so my perspective is definitely influenced by that, but like. The MIC is going to exist no matter what you vote for. The parties will support the genocide no matter what. Thats not what its about on our end, "our" meaning american "leftists". Voting is not a chance to do no wrong, a chance to make some deontologically ethical action; it is one of many chances to wield the miniscule amount of political agency afforded to you as a citizen. You can use that agency to *not* vote, but unless youre forming a concerted anti-voting bloc (which do exist!!), not voting isnt a signal of any kind. It doesnt say anything, it doesnt indicate anything meaningful to the halls of power. They already know theyre failing to capture the american left, and they dont care. Leftism is anathema to their establishment.

Moreover, voting does not turn you into some sort of branded individual. You can vote and then turn right back around and throw bricks at cops or organise local support systems. These things are not mutually exclusive.

So, what does voting do? Its a ballot cast for a guy to be in the office. What does the guy do in the office, then? He appoints members of the cabinet and supreme court, and effects policy. I don't know about you, but I would like people moderately more left in cabinet positions (because that stuff DOES matter, to the domestic US, to countries economically involved (euphemism) (read: every country) with the US.)

The duopoly sucks!! I dont want neoliberals to be in charge. Unfortunately, they will be, and exercising your influence over them does not curse you forever to be incapable of resisting them in other political avenues. When did understanding your actions via their consequences fall out of vogue?

#long #badly written #might get yelled at #im just sick of reading posts from people that seem to think not voting at all will mean something #like idk!!! this is tumblr #you need to express a position that actually engages people with the politics of the real world instead of #i dont know #not voting as some sort of vague moral rejection of the current system? #grrrr!!!!! #also when i say thing like “leftist” in this post i am making a massive generalisation about people who are politically disenfranchised by #virtue of not having extant policy that reflects their political aims

[moss-sprouted]

i love how ive been on tumblr for almost 14 years and the only time ive seriously considered searching for doctor who episodes to watch from the beginning, rather than catching a few reruns before eleven's regeneration, is because of the recent specials and how much i love david tentant from good omens

i know he's not in the show the whole time, but i know enough about it now that im actually Interested, where as in 2012 i only heard remnants of vague screaming about doctor who especially in the context of superwholock, but not much at all About the show

but im also hesistant to start it cause i know it has some rough periods

well, i got through supernatural for about 13 ish seasons so maybe i should give it a try

#ive only heard good things about eccelston's doctor so im excited #and i know everyone loves tenant #i will say i did watch a few episode of matt smith's just before the special where he regenerates #and they werent bad but i like his acting a lot more in HOTS #in hotd* #doctor who #also ive heard good things about capaldis as well And whittakers because tumblr loved to scream but i have also heard her episodes are #badly written #idk i guess we'll see how far we get

[howabhwmwn]

Avatar The Way of Writing 1 Dimensional Characters

#pretty movie #i watched it because of the ecosystem nature worldbuild8ng #but holy shit was it boring #badly written #i cant believe i sat through that

[alemendesz]

I would like to know how you are, if you are doing ok and if you think of me sometimes.

-AM

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[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

“What have you got there?”

“A KNIFE!”

“NO!”

#I’m sorry I— [gigglesnort] #The author certainly wasted no time #It’s giving “Queen of Heaven” but with 100% less buildup #God awful #Badly written

[skiitili]

Don’t die on me please…

Robin x reader <3

[ SUMMARY ]

It’s been months, since you and Robin have been in that basement together. Robin has been trying to hold on to life and not give up on any hope that was out there, but you? You have given up, you seemed to want to die on that uncomfortable mattress the grabber has down here for his other victims to sleep on and die… Obviously you felt bad for the poor victims but you just couldn’t do it anymore…

“Y/n? Hello are you there?” Robin said basically yelling in your ears, waving his hands in front of your face. “What?” as you turn to your side facing away from robin. “I just wanted to say I have a good plan to get us out of here.”

You turn your head fast enough to almost snap your neck, gaining just a little bit of hope. “So what’s the plan” you turn to look at robin who seems to be just staring at you.

Robin and you have been building a friendship in the basement since it was only you two there, plus the grabber but that guy is an asshole for kidnapping us so he doesn’t count as a human for us.

“Robin?” he was just staring at you until saying his name pushed him back to reality.

“what? were we talking about something?” robin mumble looking away quickly. “Robin… are you blushing?!” you chuckle loudly as he turns and hides his face.

“aw robin, it’s okay. Just what were you thinking about-“ you smirked and gave him a slight push, “it was nothing..” Robin said trying to sound ‘convincing.’ You get up and sit next to robin, “sure it was robin, but anyways. We need to find a way out of here..” you said putting your hand on his shoulder, and using him for you to stand up.

You look around and examine the walls for something almost anything at this point.. “Y/n I already looked at the walls” Robin says getting up and looking at the window.

“OH- I remember what I was gonna tell you!” Robin practically yelled from the other side from the wall. You turned to look at him just to see him backing up into the corner.. you turned your head and saw him. “How’s everyone’s day going” the grabber aka asshole grinned.

You got up just to walk to the back wall opposite from the door, “okay, I’m just gonna leave this here then.” the grabber mumbled placing the plate of food and soda down. “Let us out of here! please I can’t handle being in here anymore!” You shouted.

“..you should be happy I gave you someone to talk to, taking everything for granted.” The grabber said raising his voice, before kicking the plate of food.

you looked at robin who was just staring at the floor before making eye contact with you. He shook his head and put his finger indicating to be quiet. You looked at the grabber and he seemed to be already leaving.

That’s when you realized he always left the door unlocked.. Robin and you could have escaped long time ago, but no one tried to leave through that door…

“Robin, he left the door unlocked” you smiled looking at robin with tears forming. Robin was looking at you and the door and sensed something wrong, almost anyone would have. If you haven’t been trapped in the basements for months you would have seen how bad it was to try it.

“Y/n… no it’s seems like a bad idea let me just tell you my plan” robin spoke walking towards you. “It won’t hurt to try right” you said with your hand on the basement door. “Alright I’m just gonna stay here… please be safe..” Robin whispered.

As you walked up the basement you saw the grabber sitting there with a belt… just waiting…

You opened the door wider and froze to what you saw, you saw the door which could let you and Robin escape but he was sitting there…

You prayed that he was just sleeping so you could walk past him and everything will be fine… as you got to the front door, you opened it to seeing a bike lock.. your heart dropped as you saw it. We were never getting out. You turned around with tears falling down your face and tried to be quiet and not to wake him. you were so close to getting to the door but the dog started barking.

that’s what doomed you… You knew you were screwed so before the grabber could see you, you hid behind shut the door he was door going into the base quickly but quietly. He looked at the front door and saw it wide open. Thinking you guys escaped, but you had just forgot to close it.

You quickly ran downstairs to seeing Robin pacing back and forth. “So? What was up there” Robin spoke quickly. But you grabbed him and rushed towards the bed. “Pretend to sleep right now” you whispered. He nodded and closed his eyes.

You were scared out of your mind, tears were falling and you started choking on your own tears, you didn’t know what was gonna happen if he found out you went up there. Robin placed his hand on your arm to try and calm you down, “y/n chill, your shaking the whole bed stop” robin whispered smiling. You started laughing quietly.

The next following week

You and robin decided to strategize ways to get out, it wasn’t long before you and robin looked at the walls another time and saw a lock combo craved in the wall. 23317 is what it read. You and robin were filled with joy even though you guys didn’t know how the pattern was gonna go.

“Robin we might actually make it out!” You yelled with excitement hugging him tightly. You guys were having a little dance party, but once you guys stopped. Robin had a shocked or surprised face? Idk it was kinda hard to read.

“Y/n… turn around” robin said with a shaky breath.

As you turned you didn’t know you would have saw someone else other than the grabber coming down with a shocked expression.

“Omg… your the missing kids aren’t you” he said opening the door a little wider, “please call my mom tell her I’m okay!” Robin shouted. “I’ll do that! But wanna know how I found you guys?!” As he said that he sounded a little shocked. “I’m max I forgot to mention!” He said walking in the basement. “No wonder he left in such a hurry!” He said walking closer to us.

Mine and robins eyes widen as we saw the grabber behind him… “RUN!” You yelled at max but it was to Late… he was killed in front of you guys.

You looked at robin and he looked like he was gonna throw up, and you? You didn’t know what to feel so many things were going through your head. “Look what you made me do…” the grabber said, “no no we didn’t do anything, your the one who just shoved an axe in the back of his head!” You yelled backing away from them.

Robin made a brief eye contact with you and saw how the grabber just grabbed the axe out of his head. “Max was an idiot… but he was my idiotic brother..” He said sighing “now I’m gonna make your deaths painful” he chuckled.

It was either you or robin, robin looked like he was just gonna take the hit for you. You picked up a smashed glass piece from when you were frustrated, and looked at Robin as he was ready to die. The grabber ran at him with the axe as you shoved robin to the side and dodged the swing. “No!” Robin yelled, You quickly turned towards the grabber and stabbed him him in the neck.

You weren’t paying much attention to his other hand and felt a sharp pain in the middle of your chest.

You looked down and saw a knife there… you didn’t know what to do all you knew was this was gonna be where you died. You and the grabber fell to ground at the same time. Tears started flooding your eyes as the pain just got worse and worse by the minute.

For a second your vision went dark and you heard someone talking in Spanish and whispering no. You opened your eyes to see robin. “Hey robin… what’s happening?” You said with a chuckle as you coughed blood up. “No… please y/n don’t die on me.. not now!” Robin sobbed holding your head on his lap. “I’ll get help! I can find someone to help your just stay alive for me!” You saw robin panic as he saw a blood pile start to form under you.

“Y/n please stay awake, I’m gonna go get someone!” Robin said taking his bandanna off and placing it in your hands. “Bruce… is that you?” You say looking at him. You turn you head and see Robin running up the stairs and yelling for help.

“Y/n your dying..” Bruce whispered pushing a hair strand behind your ear, “no I can’t die… I can’t leave Robin here..” you say with tears running down your face. “Robin is gonna be okay your suffering keeping yourself alive just close your eyes…” Vance appeared out of no where. “Vance?” You whisper as your vision starts to become more foggy.

“Vance? no y/n…” Robin said sitting right next to you as you heard people rushing in from the stairs. “Come on you need to stay awake…” Robin said holding your hand. It was now or never Robin thought. “Please I love you! I don’t know what else to do if you die!” Robin mumbled kissing you on the forehead.

“Robin it’s hurts really bad… and I’m cold.” You whisper squeezing his hand. “I don’t wanna die yet, I’m not ready” You say as you start to struggle to breathe.

Robin didn’t know what to do he knew the people were gonna try to help you but he just knew it was to late…

“Y/n… I’m so sorry” he said stroking your hair, “Robin please don’t do anything stupid. I want you to be strong” you smiled with a small struggle. “Please, don’t give up just yet, keep fighting…” Robin said hugging you and kissing your forehead multiple times.

You stare at Robin and close your eyes. “I just wanted to look at you one more time.” You mumbled before giving up. “I love you Robin…” you said as there a hitch in your breathing. Tears stopped flowing down your face and your one way of oxygen had stopped…

Robin let out a scream and kept whispering for you to come back to him. “Come back please I need you, I can’t do this without you! Y/n please!” Robin shouted as people were trying to get him off of you. “GET OFF OF ME!” Robin yelled at the people who were holding him “quiet, just let it out boy…” one of the paramedics said holding robin as he sobbed even harder

One month later…

“Hi y/n…” Robin whispered placing your favorite flowers. “It’s been hard to get on without you, finney has been helping me. But I’ve been getting these bad nightmares, I was reliving the moment of your death…” Robin said as a few tears slipped. “I hope wherever you are, I hope your doing better.” Robin placed the bandanna down near the flowers. “I visited your dad, actually he visited me… he wanted to know how I was doing.. he’s been drinking” Robin sighed.

You were standing from afar watching him. You got enough courage to stand next to him. “Robin thank you for everything” you said placing your hand on his shoulder…

“Goodbye y/n… I’ll see you tomorrow” Robin said getting up and wiping his tears. Getting into the car with his mother.

Something was wrong though…

You didn’t know where to go… You got stuck living your death over and over for some reason, in that terrible basement. You wanted to know why you couldn’t go to heaven or hell. It was like your soul was stuck here?

Hi this is the author very sorry if this was poorly written I don’t know how to use tumbler.. but yeah first story written and I’m guessing it was very trashy. But I hope you enjoyed this ❤️

Have a good day or night.

- Skiitili

#robin arellano x reader #robin arellano #the black phone #badly written #first story #the grabber

[retrogamechampion]

That one time I read a really horrible not-licensed-by-Nintedo novel from the '90s live while attempting not to crack up at comments in the chat. I failed. A lot.

New episodes coming at some point this year!

#podcast #story time #worlds of power #90s books #bad books #badly written #retro #retro games #metal gear #solid snake #snake men #story time of power #audiobook #read along #read aloud

[ly-luna]

Re8 ladies as the poet, soldier, or ruler in my opinion :)

Mother Miranda: ruler, do I even have to explain this one. She is a ruler because she rules over the small village and is willing to do whatever she wants and in this situation it is Eva she is willing to kill hundreds for . She rules over the four Lords and is in control on everything and everyone in her village. She's put into a place of power because she chose to dedicate her life to try and bring back Eva and if she couldn't she would die trying. She gives orders and makes sure everything is perfect(kind of) she enforces rules and regulations since she is the highest power the village as seen. They fear her but also worship her, she is God to the village they pray to her and believe she is going to fix things like she has mostly likely done in the past due attacks and ect.

Alcina: I'm stuck on her because she would be both the ruler and the soldier. I feel like the soldier is someone who is willing to do anything for what they beliven and are very passionate about one thing and are willing to protect it, and to me that sounds like alcina and my reasoning behind this is she was willing to kill Ethan for mother Miranda's ceremony but he killed her daughters and she is passionate about getting revenge on him. She would also be the ruler because like mother Miranda she has power just not as much as mother Miranda. She is in a motherly role leaving her to be the ruler of the castle and her family since she is the mother figure. She has a responsibility to keep things in order and to not let things out of control.

Donna: she is the poet. I interpret the poet to be creative, calm, free and someone who wants to change themselves or others for the better. She's quiet and expresses herself through the art of her making her dolls. Though she lives alone and is isolated she is free to some extent. She's calm and most likely wants to change just based on what we know about her. We know so little about her but we know she loves dolls it's mostly an art form or a coping mechanism.

Bela: the ruler. She is the eldest of the 3 daughters giving her responsibility for her and her sisters. She's seen as the most responsible sibling as to Cassandra and Daniela who are destructive and immature at times. She follows rules and also most likely makes them as well. She keeps things in order and is perfect. She has to handle things for her and her sisters and is probably the most hard working sister out of the 3. She wants freedom though to, the stress of things makes her bottle up her feelings and act as if they are not important to keep the balance and order of things.

Cassandra: she is the soldier. She's willing to fight and protect what she loves. She is described as She is passionate about hunting, her family, and keeping them safe. She is passionate but also aggressive. Looking into her character she is the middle child and mostly likely suffers from middle child syndrome. She trys hard to impress her mother but is looked over. Alcina loves all of her children but is probably occupied by Bela and daniela. She protects her family and her loved ones with all she has she can be immature at times but never enough to make alcina or Bela angry with her.

Daniela: poet, with how the fandom portrays her it makes me believe she reads she probably would write something of her own. Like Donna she is creative and wants to make things better that being herself or something she's working on. She's free to do what she pleases. Being the youngest she is most likely to not be told no or be corrected. She loves to make new things such as story's or maybe even oc's of her own. She's described as the most delusional of the 3 sisters and it makes me believe she is the most likely to have high ambitions and dreams.

Honestly idk if this makes sense at l but oh well ig this is my thinking on what to the 6 women fit into.

#donna beneviento #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil #badly written #idk if this makes sense #poet #soldier #king

[corvidist]

Lonely Charge

CAL FIRE U2734F plowed forward through the turbulent skies above the city of Lompoc, California. Having recently departed from Santa Maria Municipal Airport, the tanker hauled an overweight payload of red chemical. Said red chemical was increasingly difficult to come by since many of the plants that used to produce it either burned, flooded, or were simply abandoned. This was the last of it in Santa Maria.

The fire line was rough along the Santa Ynez mountains, stretching from the forlorn launchpads of Vandenberg SFB, east to the southern Sierras, and south to Carlsbad, where a far more ferocious battle raged to save the last of Southern California from the flames. Of course, CAL FIRE had stopped paying anything beyond food, water, and safety for the families of its workers years ago, but that was a far better deal than most could come to expect at this point in time, especially in this part of the world.

The pilot let out a nervous sigh, looking to his right, then at a screen that displayed the ground below. They were over a highway, tens of thousands meandering north in a unified mass of cars, bikes, and people. Beyond, nothing but smoke, standing in a firm wall along the range from which Los Padres National Forest, and Santa Barbara beyond, were engulfed in a firestorm that, at the time of the oldest crew member's birth in 2010, would have seemed impossible. The almost benign look of the initial smoke wall betrayed nothing about the hurricane of fire that lay beyond. Their drop was at San Marcos Pass, a section of highway being defended in a desperate last stand by a group of firefighters, National Guard, CERTs, mutual aid collectives, construction workers, and any volunteer willing to pull up grass to allow some more evacuees to escape. The unease among the crew was palpable.

Perhaps that uneasiness stemmed from how different this fire felt, from the sheer lack of coordination to the sense of hopelessness that many had begun to feel long ago, now brought to the surface, almost personified. Maybe instead, it was because only U2734F had been allowed to fly, rating well enough to supposedly make it through category four hurricanes. The winds at San Marcos Pass gusted to the equivalent of a category two storm, almost bearable when compared to the winds being generated at the fire line, but far stronger than what any other aircraft designated to this section of the fire could take. Because of the winds, they would need to make an exceptionally low pass for the drop to be successful.

The plane lurched sideways as the crew braced at their stations, the air outside changing immediately to a solid brown twilight. With zero visibility the pilots relied entirely on their instruments as they guided the plane lower, eventually breaking down the gates of hell that were the pyrocumulus. A swirling mass of flame engulfed the remnants of the city below, blocking any visibility beyond the vague outline of State Route 154. The instruments confirmed that was what they were looking at, and the copilot instinctively pitched the nose up as alarms sounded, then went quiet. Then, they sounded again, altitude warnings blaring as the pilot forced the plane to dip.

At this point, it was clear that none of the crew truly knew what they were doing or why they were there beyond theoretically buying time. With visibility this bad, the drop that in about 6 seconds would coat the highway in red chemical, collapse the roof of an abandoned house and crush an empty national guard personnel carrier, was something that put more lives in jeopardy than it would potentially save, and felt as though it was ordered by someone with no grasp of the situation. Still, six seconds after the alarm began to blare "Too low, terrain, Pull up!", the payload was released, and the frantic copilot almost pulled the plane into a stall.

They flew to Vandenberg to fill up with saltwater, as the red chemical was now gone, and freshwater too precious.

San Marcos Pass would remain open for another hour.

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