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ashes-writing · 2 years

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burnin for you | stranger things ; g.emerson

A/N ; So this little shit hijacked my brain around lunch today and I've been writing like a woman possessed since the idea presented itself. I know, I knowwww.. let's just ignore the million other x reader wips I have, alrighty? Like... Idk how popular Gareth Emerson is as a character but lowkey, I thought he was pretty bitchin. So.. here I go again, I guess.

What I'm posting is all I got.. for now. LMK if you wanna see more of this -or any of my x reader things, tbh. Feedback really does help. Some of y'all giving feedback are the very things that have actually inspired me to carry on with certain fics, jsyk. I love you all for it too.

[ writer firmly believes that Gareth Emerson enjoys bands like Blue Oyster Cult, hence the name of this one. ]

Pairing ; Gareth Emerson x Sweet!Girly!Fem reader

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; Set during season 4 but free from the Upside Down and all of it's assorted fuckery and nasties. Nobody dies, all we get are high school shenanigans and some pining slash angsttt... and hopefully some real cute filth at some point. So if you like that, stick around yeah?

Tag List ; @musichealsscars @aries-arcade @allelitesmut @hcloangcls are the only people on my Stranger Things taglist.. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including Stranger Things, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

Warnings ; Jocks being assholes, reader may be cute+smol+sweet but she's got a very dry wit + razor sharp tongue, hints of reader having a lonely absentee parent homelife / rich girl probs, awkward fluffy flirting, mutual crushes. Eddie Munson being a covert lowkey matchmaking shit for his bestie cos I felt like it.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open -> send me things. Headcanons or fluff/filth alphabet letters only. No wrestlers, please and thanks.

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

Gareth Emerson is on the verge of dozing off at his desk until the classroom door opens and you make your way inside quietly. You pause by the teachers desk and hold out a piece of paper and the teacher looks out at the classroom to address them.

“We have a new student today.” the teacher nods to you and your only response is to fidget with the sleeve ends of the pale pink cardigan you’re wearing while shuffling your feet. Gareth’s eyes fix on you and he swallows hard, drums the pencil in his hand against his desk. The teacher finally seems to realize that you’re dead set against introducing yourself to the class so with a roll of her eyes, she nods in the direction of the vacant desk right across the aisle from the one Gareth sat in.

You make your way down the aisle and sit down, digging around beneath the desk to try and find a textbook. The teacher notices and gets Gareth’s attention. “Mr. Emerson, be a dear and share your textbook with ____ until I can slip down and pick up one to go in her desk?”

Gareth glances across the aisle at you just as you look up and lock eyes with him. For a second or two, you’re just staring at him with your head tilted. Gareth gets up and moves his desk closer, putting the book between the two of you.

The scent of cotton candy hits his nose and at first, he thinks somebody’s eating the stuff in class. But then you lean into him slightly to get a better view of the page in front of him and it’s in his nose and he realizes that the scent is coming off of you and it’s your hair.

You can feel the boy with bright blue eyes staring at you. When you finish reading the page in front of him and move on to the page in front of you, you glance up for just a second or two and you flash him a cute little smile as you suck in a bubble with the pink gum you’ve been chewing for the duration of class.

Gareth manages a smile in return and goes back to reading. When your hair softly grazes his arm, he feels like someone’s dragging a live wire across his skin and he tries not to tense up but he can’t help it, it’s not like girls -especially the really pretty ones like you, are going out of their way to touch him or smile at him and he doesn’t really… know how to handle it.

You gaze up at him with your brows knit together, twisting a strand of hair around your finger. “Sorry, uh..” you mumble, your words trail off softly before you’ve even finished the sentence.

By now, he’s starting to realize that you’re just this shy little thing, all soft and pink and sweet like candy. Or this is the image he’s building of you in his own mind at the moment, either way.. One of you has to make things less awkward and for some reason, he doesn’t think two,three and four times about him being the one to do it this time.

He tears a strip of paper out of his notebook while nobody’s paying attention and picks up his favorite pen.

Hey. What’s your name?

He slips the paper over to you using the thick textbook as a cover. At first he doesn’t think you’ve seen him do it, but then, just as he goes to pull his hand back, you place your hand on what you think is the slip of paper, only to discover it’s his fingertips. You glance down at your hand on top of his fingers and you slowly pull your hand with the note in it closer to yourself.

You pick up your favorite pink pen and start to write back.

It’s ___. But I hate it, so you can call me literally anything else. What classes do you have? I can show you my schedule, if you want me to??

You slip the note back towards Gareth and he’s staring at the words on the page. When he feels the softness of your fingertips against his hand, he lowers his hand on the slip of paper. You pout a little because he doesn’t really look up, but you shrug it off. You’re probably annoying him already.

You’re doodling in your notebook, delicate little flowers and suns, stars and hearts and you really don’t expect him to answer because you’ve come to the conclusion that you were annoying somehow, and so when you feel him sort of awkwardly nudge you and nod down, you’re surprised. You slip the strip of paper towards you and your eyes scan it.

I’ll come up with something then. Yeah, if you want to show me, you can. You smell like cotton candy.

The last part is scratched out, almost like he didn’t mean for it to be seen. You giggle softly and reach out to the textbook to turn the page before picking up your pen to respond.

Yay! When the bell rings I’ll give it to you. Uh… can I walk with you? I promise I won’t annoy you or anything… Thanks. It’s my perfume, I think? You smell nice too. ;)

You slip the paper back towards Gareth and quickly turn your attention back to the book in front of the two of you. As your eyes scan the page, you twirl hair around your fingertip and you can feel him when he stares at you. You glance over at him and you give him that cute little grin.

He wants to kick himself because the grin is yet another thing about you that he has the feeling will be what dooms him.

He nearly chokes on air when he reads the last part of the little note and before he can stop himself, his face is on fire. The more rational side of his brain keeps trying to tell him that the popular kids are gonna find a way to coax you over to their side so there’s no sense in getting all caught up in you, but no matter how hard he tries to keep that in mind, there’s this small part of him that knows it’s already way too late.

He’s thrown for a loop by you promising not to annoy him or anything and it actually makes him look up from the little strip of paper and stare at you as you doodle in your notebook and twist hair around your finger.

The bell finally rings and you gather your things. You’re pretty sure he’s not going to want to lead you around all damn day, so you start to walk out of the classroom. He catches up to you just as you reach the classroom door and taps your shoulder.

Before you can stop it from happening, you can feel your face and body getting a little hot when you turn to look up and find him standing there, staring down at you with his brows knit.

“Sorry, I..” you stammer. He chuckles quietly. “It’s okay. You were gonna show me your schedule..?”

You dig around in your notebook as you two step into the hallway and you hold it out to him after you’ve found it. Gareth takes it and scans the classes you’re taking and as luck would have it, you have every one of his classes but one.

“We have everything together until our last one. I have shop. You have Home Ec, I think?” Gareth takes the paper back and nods. “Yeah, Home Ec.”

You giggle quietly.

“C’mon. I don’t mind walking with you.” he knows it’s probably stupid as hell and in a few days, after you’ve been at Hawkins High long enough to learn the social system, you probably won’t even look at him in the hallway anymore, but he also feels this overwhelming urge to be around. To be protective. To just be near you.

They say this shit doesn’t happen at first sight. And maybe it doesn’t.

But Gareth would be lying if he didn’t own up to the fact that he feels… Something.

— ( lunchroom, same day )

“Okay, so where do you usually sit?” your eyes scan the crowded cafeteria and you somehow instinctively shift so that you’re standing closer to Gareth. You pull your eyes off of the room itself to tilt your head to the side slightly and look up at him. He nods to a table full of guys of varying ages who all happen to be wearing the same tee shirt that he’s wearing underneath his flannel vest.

“Over there.”

At the table, Dustin nudges Eddie. “Who’s she?”

“I have no idea. She’s cute though. Definitely not the kind of girl you picture with him, but cute.” Eddie muses thoughtfully as he takes a bite of his apple.

Jeff is gaping. Wiggling his brows and just being a teasing shithead as you and his best friend make your way over to the table. He notices how you seem to squish yourself into Gareth’s side just a little when you pass the noisy assholes on the basketball team sitting at the jocks table when one of them calls out.

“Hey! Sweetheart you are worlds better than that freak. C’mon, come sit with us. Let me show you around Hawkins High.”

Gareth stops in his tracks and so do you. You point to yourself. For at least fifteen seconds or so, Gareth is convinced that this is it, it has to be. That you’ll figure out you don’t belong with him or his friends and you’ll go to the better table.

But your response surprises him.

A lot, actually. Because you haven’t really acted like you possess any certain fire or sass until your mouth opens to respond to Mason Allen.

“I’d really rather not..” you bite your lip, gazing at the jock. “Don’t all of you like… carry unidentified airborne STD’s usually? Yeah, no thanks. I’d really rather not.” and you start to walk away. Gareth is still frozen in place and as soon as you realize it, you walk back over and gently grab his wrist. “C’mon. Don’t let those Stepford assholes get in your head.” you say it loud and with a smirk in the general direction of the popular table.

Still in shock, Gareth lets you lead him to the table he’s told you he usually sits at.

“Okay, where the hell did he find her? Asking for personal reasons…” Jeff mutters, making Eddie chuckle quietly beside him as he leans in to whisper, “I was thinking the same thing, man.”

“Guys, this is ___.”

Eyes fix on you and you bite your lip, giving a soft little smile and wave. “Hi?”

“What’d that jackass Mason say to you?”

“ Oh yeah… He called you guys freaks. He was trying to get me to sit with him I think? I unno.” you shrug and go quiet again, eating your lunch.

“And you didn’t. Interesting.” Eddie muses, mostly to himself. Giving Gareth a smirk that has Gareth giving him a dirty look. And before he can stop himself, he’s sitting just a little closer to you. He knows that look and he knows that nine out of ten, his best friend is being a shithead, but he’s also still not willing to risk even losing you as a friend.

Because a friend is better than nothing at all.

You happen to overhear Eddie and you glance up, taking a bite of your chocolate pudding. “Yeah. I didn’t. I hate jocks.”

What you don’t explain is that at your old school, you were popular. But then a boy you thought cared about you went around spreading rumors about you and after that, nobody wanted anything to do with you.

So yeah, you’re not falling into that trap anytime soon.

Besides, there’s just something about Gareth. You feel just a little less ill at ease in your current situation with him around, even if you’re scared to death that he’s going to wind up being annoyed by you. Or sooner or later, being around you will be such a pain in the ass for him too that he won’t want to anymore.

After all, your own parents can’t be bothered to stick around very long. No sooner did they have the furniture unpacked and in place and everything settled in than they were leaving again. Another business trip, so they said.

This is the first time in days since your arrival in Hawkins that you’ve felt even a little secure at all. So maybe it’s needy, maybe it’s clingy as hell, but you just don’t want to lose the feeling. If being around Gareth Emerson is comforting for you, then that’s exactly what you’ll do. At least as much as you can get away with.

“You. I like you.” Jeff grins as he chuckles. “Since Gare is gonna be a bag of dicks and not introduce us to you, I’m Jeff.”

The boy with curly hair and a baseball cap speaks up next with a bright grin. “Dustin. Where’d you move here from?”

“Vegas.” you answer quietly, raising the straw in your milk carton to your lips as you take a noisy sip.

“That’s cool.” Dustin smiles at you, hoping that maybe it’ll ease you a little. He can just kind of tell you’re wary of everyone right now and he wants to make you see that you don’t have a reason to be.

The boy with black hair goes next. A cocky sort of little smirk that kind of makes you think he’s probably all mouth. You discover this is true when he introduces himself. “Mike Wheeler. You know Gareth’s an idiot, right?”

You snort in laughter and shrug. “Yeah, I’ll uh… Keep that in mind, kid.” you reply, smiling at him.

The boy sitting next to him chuckles. “Ignore Mike, he’s an idiot. I’m Lucas. Probably the only nice jock you’re gonna meet here.” and you smile a little. “I think your mom asked me to babysit one of your little sisters this weekend, actually.” you nod, remembering seeing him in the store with his mother when she’d stopped you because you were posting an ad on a bulletin board nearby.

“Hey, yeah! I remember seein you now! Cool. My sister Erica’s gonna be a pain in your ass though. Just gonna tell you that now. Kids always annoying the hell out of me.”

“Dude, Erica’s not that bad. At least you have a sister. It’s just me, my ma and the new cat.” Dustin laments. You laugh softly. “I’m an only child too.”

The boy with long hair, tattoos and fingers full of rings with almost black brown eyes is the next one to introduce himself. And he’s giving you this little smirk. You return the smirk. “And you are?” you question quietly.

“Eddie Munson.”

Gareth tenses up just a little at your side and you glance over at him while he’s not looking.

You can feel tension between the two but you don’t say anything about it. What you do instead is shift just a little closer to Gareth.

“Hey, Gareth is in the band with me, Grant and Jeff.. You should come hang while we practice.” Eddie is grinning. He’s at least seventy five percent sure that Gareth thinks he’s trying to flirt with you but that’s actually not what he’s doing.

He’s inviting you because he knows his friend too well. And he knows that grumpy dumb fuck won’t invite you himself. Or make any sort of first move. So he’s assuming that maybe if he hits on you just a little, it’ll do what it just did and make you kind of draw closer to Gare instead.

When he sees your reaction to his lingering gaze, he pumps his fist in victory under the table because he called it nail on the head. You immediately smushed yourself into Gareth just a little more. Not enough to really be noticed by anyone else, but Eddie gets one glance at Gareth’s flushed face and he knows damn well that Gareth has noticed it at least.

You mull over the question Eddie’s asked you as you drink your chocolate milk.

Gareth speaks up quietly. “We uh… practice in Jeff’s garage or Grant’s basement. Today it’s Jeff’s garage… If you wanted to come.. I mean you don’t.. Like you don’t have to.” he’s stammering and holy shit he’s making a mess of it because he really wants you there, but he doesn’t want Eddie to keep subtly hitting on you.

He’s gotta do something and he’s gotta do it fast.

#gareth emerson #gareth the great #gareth emerson imagine #gareth emerson fanfiction #gareth emerson fanfic #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x reader fanfiction #gareth emerson x reader imagine #gareth emerson x fem!reader imagine #gareth emerson x fem reader #gareth emerson x fem!reader fanfiction

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rai-knightshade-art · 1 year

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Prompt: "This is me trying"

Pitch Perfect RarePair Week 2022, Day 1

Because we all know the REAL reason Jessica and Ashley didn't get much screentime in the movies was because they were busy being James Bond-esque super spies/secret agents and living out their very own Mrs. and Mrs. Smith AU. Speaking of, hey, Pitch Perfect fandom? I have seen ZERO Mrs. and Mrs. Smith AU's for these two yet and I am APPALLED. It's perfect for them! Secret hidden lives, confusion over names (because they've got so many cover identities it's hard to keep track who's who), JESSICA'S LAST NAME IS LITERALLY SMITH THIS FIC WRITES ITSELF.

*ahem*

Anyways, welcome to my first entry (EVER!!) for Pitch Perfect RarePair Week! I rewatched the first movie recently, hyperfixated, and came to the realization that, apparently, it's "oops all rarepairs and hot takes" for me 😅. This seemed like the perfect way to tentatively test the waters of truly joining in, ya know? And so, I offer this drawing as your prompt, oh fic writers of the fandom; if you want to write this AU, you've already got free fan art for it! And my undying devotion.

This is, of course, for Prompt #1, "this is me trying"; I'm sure this was intended to be an angsty, emotional turmoil between partners prompt, but I couldn't help but turn it on its head into a comedic exchange in the middle of a High Stakes Infiltrate-and-Extract job, ya know? YOU try cracking the safe then, Jessica, if you think it's so easy! 😂

Stay tuned for the rest of my RarePair Week posts, and of course check out everybody else's entries over on @pitchperfectrarepairweek as they come in! There's some seriously talented writers in this fandom! As for me, I've got a couple of different rarepairs I've been drawing for, plus (hopefully) one fic for Day 5 that also ties into Day 6 (and, technically speaking, Day 2, though it's not as obvious)... Provided I can, ya know, ever finish writing the damn thing 😅. Though I will warn y'all, Day 2's entry may or may not be late, as I only had the idea for it a couple days ago and I haven't had time yet to draw it 😅 we shall see how quickly I can get it put together!

Links to the other RarePair Week posts and a close up below the cut, Image ID is in the alt text!

Days I'm participating in (and the Entries I've posted):

Day 1 (This is me trying): You are Here!

Day 2 (I've missed you): Link

Day 5 (If honesty means telling the truth... Well then the truth is I'm still in love with you): Link

Day 6 (There's no way that it's not going to happen with you looking at me like that): Link

Day 7.1 (I can't say it, but I'll sing it): Link

Day 7.2 (part 2): Link

Close Up:

#jessley #pitch perfect #pitch perfect rare pair week #pprpw22 #rare pair #jessica/ashley #jessica x ashley #the background bellas #myposts #myart #seriously if someone writes a fic based on this ill love them forever #its literally perfect for them #id write it myself but my writing brain is even more fickle than my artist brain #and thats saying something #pprpw22.1 #pitch perfect rare pair week 22

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toxinoire · 1 year

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Okay y'all know that scene from the Heathers movie "Why do you have to be such a megabitch?"

What if it went like this instead?

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Veronica, frustration evident on her face as she looks at Heather Duke, the Heather that had always treated her with respect, the Heather who didn't judge her interests, the Heather she's willing to call a friend out loud, the Heather she may or may not have a thing for, the Heather- 'Why can't you just be a friend? Why do you have to be such a megabitch?!'

Then, Veronica saw JD at the corner of her eye, watching them.

Wait.

Not them.

He's watching Heather Duke.

With that evil glint in his eye.

Oh fuck no, whatever he's planning on her, no fucking way.

Heather responds. 'Cause I-'

But before Duke can finish, Veronica pulls Heather behind her, instinctively, placing one arm in front of Heather Duke protectively. 'Stop fucking watching us JD.'

Jd scoffs and gets out of his hiding spot. 'Oh come on Veronica. I was merely observing.'

If looks could kill, JD would be dead. 'Yeah right. Whatever the hell is twisting in that psychopathic ass brain of yours isn't gonna happen.'

'Wait what?' Said Heather, very confused at the situation.

JD chuckled bitterly. 'Veronica-'

'I don't wanna hear it. We're done.'

JD looks absolutely calm, but his eyes say otherwise. 'Oh come on Veronica! You were wrong! I was right!'

'Nothing good will come of it. Whatever your plan is? It's gonna fail.'

'I need you in this!'

'I don't want to be in it.'

'Come on Veronica. Now all that's left is that! And you're leaving now? When I've done all this? I had to blackmail Duke just to get those sig-' JD's eyes widened as he realized his slip of word.

Suddenly it all clicked.

Heather never took the scrunchy, JD handed it to her.

Heather Duke was coerced into turning to Heather Chandler...all to fulfill his sick plan.

Veronica can see Duke realizing this very same thing--minus JD's real agenda--she realized she was trying to be someone else, because someone blackmailed her--scratch that--fucking coerced her into being someone she isn't, all for his benefit.

Veronica scoffed. 'Stay the hell away from us.' She took Heather's hand and led her away from JD. Heather Duke followed Veronica, just like she normally would.

What she should've stuck to.

Veronica. That's all she should've stuck to.

'Ronnie...'

The girl in blue sighs as she faces Heather. 'Heather...'

'I...' Why is it so hard to apologize?

Oh wait, because you know you're a fucking monster. She might've gotten worse if it hadn't been for that confrontation she witnessed. 'I'm sorry. I've turned into the very thing that's been hurting me in the first place. I've turned into a monster, I'm sorry.'

Veronica smiled--a small one--but still smiled, the fondness she has for the girl in green is visible in it. 'Heather, you're not a monster. You're a bitch, yeah, but not a monster.' She placed a hand on Heather's shoulder. 'I'm sorry you had to see that.'

Heather chuckled. 'I'm glad I did. I never would've realized I am becoming someone I'm not if it wasn't for that.'

Veronica smiled wider this time. For the first time in a while since Kurt and Ram's deaths, she felt happy and relieved. Happy and relieved that the one in front of her isn't someone trying to be Heather Chandler, it's Heather Duke, the Heather she favors, the Heather that Veronica learned to love like.

'I should probably apologize to Heather too huh?'

Right, Heather McNamara was still picked on by her. Veronica noded. 'Yeah. I spoke to her, she said she doesn't hate you, she said she misses the old you. I'm pretty sure she just wants an apology, a real and sincere apology from you.'

'I don't think she'll forgive me.' Said Heather.

'I'm not sure. But even if she doesn't, I think she'll give you a chance.' Reassured Veronica. 'Let's discuss that later though. Wanna go grab some food somewhere? Catch up?' She suggested.

Heather smiled, not the kind when she achieves something, not the kind she shows the crowd, but the kind of smile reserved for no one else but Veronica Sawyer. 'Sure.'

Both girls are currently feeling things they'd rather not acknowledge at the moment, for now, they're fine with just being in each other's company.

'So we're starting over huh?' Said Duke. 'I never would've thought. How do you think this will end?'

'Heather my love, I haven't got a clue.' Veronica wants to slap herself. Well that slipped. 'But that's the fun of it, not knowing what's gonna happen. Taking bizzare paths, risking shit as you move forward. It's a fun game once you know the rules.'

Heather chuckled, feeling her stomach do a 360 backflip at the my love part. 'Yeah. I guess you're right.'

Veronica took the girl's hand once again. 'Come on Duchess of Westernburg, we're hanging out.'

Heather chuckled, relishing the feeling of Veronica's hand holding hers. 'Lead the way Sawyer.

They walked through the halls, not as "Heathers" but simply as Heather Duke and Veronica Sawyer. People didn't think much of it, since seeing these two around each other is normal.

What stroke people's curiosity is the fact that they seem happier than usual.

'Oh and Heather, I forgot to tell you something last time.'

'What is it?'

'You look good in red.'

#veronica sawyer #heathers the musical #heathers the movie #heather duke #dukesaw

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incarnateirony · 2 years

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genuinely funny watching antis like Vinnie swirl the toilet on curious cat. "You don't think they'll pander to THOSE PEOPLE"

"No, I do not think they will pander to THOSE PEOPLE!"

well first of all, Vinnie, you just don't think. you never have. you compulsively hate-react.

so of course you're not going to suddenly apply the brain matter the universe gave you to recognize what's happening here.

you're right.

they're not going to pander to us.

The story is FOR us.

They might pander to YOU. Throw a bone or two on the way.

But it's not pandering to develop a series for your largest demographic, sorry sweetheart.

again. believe it or not is up to you. if you want to miserably scream all the way down the same hellhole when you denied the market testing and denied the confession was happening or denied the omissions or denied the original ending contents, or you and wiki even on PAYROLL fucking up about the script because mine was newer and you cried fake, we can repeat this fucking rodeo. like it never seems to click with you guys that when I say this shit, it's not because I want it, it's because it's what's happening or happened. Like there's some real object permanence issues with all of you guys.

just like 2p0 forgot he claimed this wasn't about dean's evolution learning from his parents only to jackassedly tweet that a blatantly named episode is about learning from your parents. No shit, sherlock?

Your previous covid butchered finale was never intended, never wanted, and is a mortal embarassment to the crew. It's not hard to take the skeleton it was and actually put substance on it. And that substance is what has you all shitting your pants, because you know, you just want to convince yourselves and each other that you still have a reason to be here. Because if you don't, everyone that's warned you for the last 5 years that you're money wasting hated cunts has been correct there, like about everything else.

But deep down you even know that. Because y'all celebrated and thanked covid for fucking the finale. You're just trying to neuralyze that out to feel enduringly relevant. Covid's over sweetie.(well, effectively. functional sets are working just fine, sparing a few weird exceptions that keep shutting down--) We're finishing it now. And this version gets a full series instead of an episode. Thanks for that, covid!

again. *you* might get pandering bones, but this show is *for* us, by us, get it through your thick heads. And while you're drilling through that titanium low volume shell, reach in there and plant in some acceptance that Jensen is included in Us.

Us includes the tarot and pagans you hate that are being hired and collaborating with set coordinators to design it to the exact alchemy on my blog for years; the graded lodge members arranging rare layouts you'll never understand, but we do. Us includes the gay rebels that are here to burn it down in rainbows, the creole people that are happy to piss off shrill white culture cunts while dancing in feathers, tits out if it offends you; Us includes the writers, Us includes the crew, the majority fandom, it's Us. Not you. You're not the people this is being given back to.

Catch a clue from jib and marketing and rainbow heads and whatever the fuck else, jackasses

they hate you, i'm not kidding, they literally hate you. the only thing they like you for is your money. this isn't fuckin parasocial, it's not a fucking assumption. It's not me playing connect the dots. It is me telling you to your face that they fucking hate you, whether you accept it or not.

"Hate" may be a bit strong, make you even feel like you have power. but it's an apathetic hatred. The kind you wad up and throw in the trash and move on. The kind you shove down your garbage disposal and move on from. you're the gnat infested fruit. so will you get it over with and go instead of swirling the drain and giving jensen even more fodder from your monitored feed to piss you off with?

this entire thing is even taking a highlighter over the cosmogenics that blows your bad soulmates interpretation out of the water, but you're not smart enough to figure out how yet. This. entire. thing. you're going to hate it 100x worse vinnie than you hated late Supernatural. I promise you.

honestly [checks notes] weird it's almost like this was written specifically to piss certain people off and destroy their bad talking points by closing canon in on them. wild. wonder who would do that or had enough thumbs in fandom to figure out what bad talking points needed sniped.

like. it's so wild. from where it's going with the grand big moments that will set Vinnie's head on fire to this just meticulously dismantling all the bad talking points in heller fandom i criticise. amazing. wild how that's working out. like where extreme cas and dean stans spun john around into headcanon extremes against each other, and weaponized that shit instead of acknowledging the generational trauma story echoing through cas and dean at the end--allllll those videos i had and all the hate i got from hellers too and here we are--... WOW!!! ...must have a lucky charm huh

Your lone hero is Robert Singer, the one motherfucker Jensen magically opted to NOT bring back. His retaliation against Dabb and Berens' method of using his own laziness and absence against him and overwriting him and Eugenie caught by covid managed to stamp it out under covid, but guess what. we have a different production house now, assholes. it's not his game and there's nobody to even appeal to above Jensen beyond the CEO. And everybody's pissed.

now sit down and enjoy your gay ass deep dish overwatched by DC execs like Glen Winter and Renee Reiff, head of the gay asses telling you to sit down at DC and Marvel before here.

y'all really think this man built this whole all powerful Out In Hollywood featured fuckin production company and build up all this shit even with open rainbow marketing accountable on main just to rug pull people, because you guys are such nasty incompetent people you would do something like that, but jensen isn't gonna career suicide to make a bunch of weirdos that might sexually exploit their own kids on a weird corner of twitter happy.

Checkmate, bitches.

i told you like a month ago

it's over. it's well past stopping. deal with it and

#had to add bc goddamn #do you guys get it yet #genuinely lmao #2p0 blease add it up #i told you this is above your paygrade #jules paygrade #buddy #you guys think this is just robbie's revenge?#oh boy

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jyleshay · 2 years

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It's June 2022 and I'm back I guess.

As I mentioned in my December 2021 post, I am not planning to do these posts with any regularity from here on out, but I do think it's a good exercise for whenever I finish a book or have something to say. Also, I had a very busy tax season (over 250 tax returns this year) and it just wasn't feasible to force myself to write during that time.

But here we are with a heck of a lot of developments since December. While inflation, gas prices, and the looming specter of a recession feel like the big stories right now (not to even mention gun violence, the Jan 6th committee, and the Supreme Court); we can't forget that the invasion of Ukraine by Russia is still the biggest threat to global stability. In fact, it's likely one of the biggest factors that has led to our current economic predicament. It can be hard to keep up with, war is depressing and the news is often bleak, but I encourage everyone to try. I've relied in part on the work of Fareed Zakaria who presents direct sources and information, to help keep me up-to-date, here's a link to his show in podcast form too.

It took me some time, but the latest book that I read was All the Light We Cannot See - by Anthony Doerr. It is a work of historical fiction that weaves together the stories of a blind French girl and a young German orphan boy who grow up in the shadow of World War II. It is a beautifully written story; some times grim and other times hopeful, but always thoughtful and poetic. The pace is slower, not what I'd call a breakneck page-turner, but the writing meanders through some beautiful scenery on the way to its final destination. Also, reading about Nazism, how it manifested and the senseless death and destruction it led to, always feels like a good exercise to me.

Favorites:

Movie: Everything Everywhere All at Once - Best original movie of the year.

Movie: Top Gun: Maverick - This movie is a true must-see blockbuster, real jets, real stunts, and surprisingly great story and characters.

Series: Stranger Things Season 4 - While this season may be the darkest and scariest yet, the production value has been incredible. Dear Billy might be one of the best episodes of any show I've seen in a while.

YouTube: The Carbon Offset Problem - by Wendover Productions

The next book I'm planning to read is Project Hail Mary - by Andy Weir, I'll let y'all know how it goes!

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legatuminvenireofficial · 26 days

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Legatum Invenire Update #3 - New Logo, Smench Nutjob Artwork, Comic progress & more!

Time for another update post since I've got stuff that can be shown! As I've posted about it, the progress got real fast and good for the past week and I've finished both Smench's Artwork and the Logo of Legatum Invenire! Bad part about all this is I'm feeling kinda burnt-out again but that doesn't matter. Let me show, what I've been working on the past 2 weeks.

Legatum Invenire finally has a logo?!?!

Yes! Legatum finally has it's own logo made by yours truly of course. I tried to go with what appeals to me in a logo, and just wanted to make it something that reflects what will the comics be like. (both dark and whimsical fun for example) It may not be perfect but I currently at least, like it. Here's the new logo:

I'm aware that it is kinda hard to read... but I like it this way ok?! I wanted the style to be like a messy pencil on a sketchbook style at first and just mixed everything together to create this mess of a logo.

Smench Nutjob Artwork!

Finally... I can stop drawing Smench for a while. So since the last update post I have changed a few things about the artwork (again, for the third time I think) I was too lazy to have so many doodles and stuff so I just drew 2 because that empty space looked weird. Other artworks might change up the formula depending on how I feel so just letting y'all know.

Update on the actual comic? Yeah.

Yeah, an update on the actual comic! It's nothing major, I've just finished the script? I don't know what to call but I'll go with script. I've finished the script of the first issue, the only thing left to do is the art part which will start hopefully soon? I'll have to learn to use Krita's own comic tool before doing any art actually but the first issue seems like it'll actually come out which has me in shock honestly!

So... What now?

The next goal/thing to do is finish the second protagonist's design and make a artwork of them. After that, it's comic time! I think I'll take a bit of an break and relax for a bit. (watching movies, playing games and other stuff) I'm also trying to learn... a bit spicy kinda art thing... you know what it is. I want it as a personal goal and I think it will improve my skills at drawing so I can draw better for the comics! I won't be posting them on here obviously or any other social media platform. (since I don't have other ones or personal ones for that matter)

Damn! That was the longest update post ever! I'm happy that things are moving forward. I honestly thought I would be disappointed in myself and my art and just drop the whole thing but thankfully, that didn't happen and seems like it will continue just like this! If anyone has been following this blog, I just wanna say thank you! That's it BYE!!!

#legatum invenire #legatum invenire news #krita #oc #oc art #indie comics #indie #indie web comics #web comic #webcomics #Smench Nutjob #update

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— HAIKYUU BOYS AND MAKE OUT SESSIONS

ft. timeskip!iwaizumi hajime, osamu miya, bokuto koutaro, suna rintaro, atsumu miya

note: fem!Reader and suggestive‼️y'all I'm not sorry, thanks to @shoyotime for talking me about a morning make out with iwa, also finally a post to get out of the baby fever <3

#IWAIZUMI HAJIME

— istg mans can't keep his hand for himself, make outs with hajime could be slow and sensual or super rough full of need. he needs to feel you, his mind is just in you. when is slow and pretty he will make sure to make you feel loved and appreciated because that's what he feels from you but when is not... expect mans to pick you up by your legs and push your back to the nearest wall he has in sight

his hands holding both your legs, arms muscles flexing so you wouldn't fall "fuck, I love you so much" it came more breather and desperate that he intended but that didn't stop him from keep kissing you. your back practically craving holes in the wall from how hard he was picking you, that didn't matter in the moment, you needed to feel him "h-haji, I love you to—" his tongue was in you, again, not letting you finish your sentence; at this point you didn't even figth for dominance, iwaizumi's aura was per se dominant, it's a game you didn't try to play and you already loosed. mouths moving vigorously with each other, you pulled out to catch your breath, followed by iwaizumi pecking your lips before letting you down on the floor "hehe, I really could kiss you all day"

#ATSUMU MIYA

— no one can convince me otherwise, this man lives for making out with you, he waits for the end of the day so he can have you sitted on his lap, on the couch, a forgotten movie in the background while you two are so into the kiss, not only mouth moving together but bodies, both your hips and his at the same rhythm. his hands maybe on your ass or your neck to push you even further into him, he needed more. he is a starved man and he is gonna get his food

"f-fuck ma baby a missed you" your hands playing with the hair of his undercut, looking at his eyes before going in again " ‘tsumu, missed you too" it was less than a day that you two didn't saw each other in reality, both work and practice were at the same time. his hands on both cheeks of your ass, gripping them, from time to time slapping it, his and your tongue exploring every place they could, even after so many years of relationship, the two of you couldn't see to get enough. the amount of grunts that left his body thru the kiss where unbelievable "ugh— wan’ ya closer, need ya closer’ baby" now his hands on your lower back pushing even more closer to his body, you were in for long today

#OSAMU MIYA

— he is gonna take his time with you, don't pressure him :< but for real, he wants to worship you every chance he has, I'm thinking about slow and living make out sessions like giggling and sharing little pecks between yk? he lives to see your smile everytime you pull out to catch your breath, you hand in the back of his neck while you rest your forehead in his

saying good morning to a cooking osamu always ended in you hugging him from behind while he ended breakfast, but not today, the sweet peck you gave him leaded to the moment you were now, up in the kitchen counter osamu between your legs with his hands behind your knees so he could put your body on his, sleepy smiles between kisses "umm a love ya so much angel" with your hands around his neck, you bring him closer so both your noses could be touching, chest going up and down from the lack of air "I love you, samu" he started kissing all over your face, nose, temples, cheeks, brows, eyes, everywhere until a weird smell started bothering him "samu! the food!" "fuck!"

#BOKUTO KOUTARO

— he doesn't gives a single fuck of who is seeing<33 if he wants to kiss you, he is gonna do it without holding back, he really doesn't care of people around, he just want his tongue down your throat lmao<3 everything happens so fast, like his movements are fast, he doesn't have times to elaborate words, he is literally drunk in your kisses<3 we live for a excited boy

he dragged you to the locker room after the MSBY match, he just needed to kiss you after seeing you cheering for him, in his jersey, with his last name, soon to be yours too as he said "come here baby, sit on my lap" you obligated and started playing with the baby hairs of his neck "you did so well kou, as always" "yeah? I think I deserve a kiss then" and you were in, making out in the bench of the locker room after a match, the team could enter anytime but who cares when you have the bonito koutaro sucking your soul out of your body? "a-ah, kou I'm so proud of you" he grunted, loudly his hands gripping your ass even more tighter than before "ah, what a lovely sight to see after a match, right guys?" atsumu cocky, as always, you got up from your boyfriends lap and give him a last kiss " ‘m gonna be waiting in the car baby, I love you" bokuto gave you a smile before angrily glaring at the blonder twin for interrupting his after game kiss "sleep with an eye open, Miya"

#SUNA RINTARO

— he lives for slow make out session, lmao you grinding on him while his hands are in your waist? bitch count him in! and mf is so cocky about it teasing you about how badly you want to kiss him, as if he wasn't dying to kiss you too. man's wouldn't let you breath literally, it may be slow but your lungs are crying for help—

the two of you were on his bed, suna's back resting on the headboard while both your legs straddled his lap, your hands in either side of his neck and trying to kiss him "Rin, come one, you want it" no response, you gave up and attempted to get you legs out of him until a squish in your waist made you freeze on the spot "now, where are we going? I thought you wanted to kiss me?" next thing he does is put his mouth on yours, lips hungrily moving together until he bitted your bottom lip to enter your mouth, the kiss got headed from there, your pants and suna's grunts could be heated from outside the room, his hands up and down your waist sometimes going back and forth so he could grab your ass, you tried to pull out to catch your breath, the fact is that he didn't let you "you wanted this doll, don't go giving up on me now"

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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The Enforcers Part 8 (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

wc: 1.7k

tw: dark content (self-harm)

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a/n: By no means do I condone self-harm or want to glorify it in the light of this chapter. As a person who struggled with physical self-harm in her early teens, I know the destructive nature of this type of activity. However, as my characters are not perfect and complicated, I see this particular mode of action as something she would try to do in order to alleviate her pain and confusion. If you have questions or concerns, my inbox is always open to having a discussion about it.

If you so wish, you may skip this chapter altogether. There will be a recap on the next one if you choose to skip for your mental health. Take care of yourselves and see you soon. (ALSO, I know I promised smut but I gotta give y'all a raincheck this go-round. SORRY PLS DON'T KILL ME)

You're on your forty-seventh file of scandals, coverups, and secret dossiers that you finally feel it. The fabric of your identity begins to unravel right before your eyes.

Everything you've known is a lie.

The CSB has covered up so many things. So many lives lost. So many people forced to flee. So many families ripped apart--

An email makes its way over to the server, and you open it, the words across the screen coming from Suguru.

I know it's late, but send over Yu Haibara's files when you can.

You hit the reply button and begin to type out: "You mean the boy you killed?" but you stop yourself, deleting the words rapidly. Instead, you attach the files and send them over, not even bothering to look at them. You can't do it. Not another file could be stored away in the annals of your brain.

Nothing is as it seems anymore. The lies... they pile up in your mind, flooding the spaces where you used to hold what you thought was true, what you thought was real. Now, they're overflowing out of your brain and into your heart and soul, plaguing you like the nightmares that face you down night after night, more like demons that lurk in the corners of your mind than full file cabinets.

You always wake up in a tangle of sheets and sweat, one of your various enemies' faces hovering over you right before you stare down the barrel of a gun and --

You stumble out of the chair, eyes wet with tears, and go to the sink in the bathroom to wash your face. After you splash water on your skin, you look up at your reflection, anger rolling through you at the way you look. Weak.

You're fucking weak.

The voice in your head that usually told you that you were doing okay, that you had it all under control, is now turning on you, spitting nasty words that stick in between the synapses of your brain a muddy your rational thoughts.

The voices rise to a fever pitch, and you suddenly see red, the entirety of the world descending into blood-colored madness. The shattering of the glass mirror only becomes a reality when you're standing above the sink, chest heaving as your thoughts silence one by one, like shutting off lights in a house.

But only one stays behind as a shard of the mirror clinks into the sink.

Escape.

The light at the end of the tunnel.

You could get rid of the feelings here. You could get rid of the thoughts. You could escape. Why hadn't you thought about this before?

"Do it."

Your fingers grip the jagged shard of glass carefully, and before you can stop yourself, you drag it across the inside of your wrist, end to end, leaving behind a red line of blood that immediately blooms. Crimson dots drop into the sink, and you stare at the color, mesmerized by the way the blood runs down your arm and into the porcelain bowl. But there's no relief.

No sense of freedom.

Maybe you didn't do it hard enough?

Maybe you didn't--

The door to your room slams open, and you turn your head just as Suguru comes rushing into the bathroom. The shard of glass is still in your hand, as well as the blood running down your arm, and Suguru catches this immediately.

"Fuck," he breathes, and you turn to him, shard extended.

"Don't come any closer."

"Y/n," he calmly whispers. "You don't look so good."

"I wonder why that is," you reply, and Suguru stares back at you, hands raised in surrender.

"What're you doing?"

"What does it look like, Suguru?" you state in a trance. Your bullet wound begins to throb dully, but you ignore it, just like you're ignoring the blood dripping onto the tile flooring.

"Y/n, let's think about this."

"I don't want to think anymore!" The shrill scream is loud enough to make Suguru flinch, and you softly repeat, "I don't want to think anymore," over and over again as tears run down your face.

"I know," Suguru whispers. "I know. Will you let me help you?" You hiccup and drop the piece of glass to the floor, dissolving in a heap of tears and moans. You feel hands pulling you up from the floor and into strong arms, your head being cradled against a broad chest you've felt before. "Go ahead," Suguru encourages you. "Cry it out."

He carries you to another room in the building in silence, laying you on a firm bed and disappearing as you heave painful sobs into the sheets.

"Everything... hurts..." you gasp, and when Suguru reappears with a white bundle of cloth, a bandage roll, and some water, he nods.

"We're going to make it better, don't worry." He takes your injured arm and carefully wipes away the blood, examing the cut slowly. "Doesn't need stitches, thankfully." He turns to open the water bottle and hands it to you, silently telling you to drink while he bandages your wrist.

You drink the water greedily then lean back on the headboard, eyes closing down as Suguru works diligently on your wound. And then you remember the first time he did this for you and the mistake you made in your pridefulness.

"Thank you," you murmur, and Suguru looks up at your face, finally seeing some form of clarity cross your tear-streaked cheeks.

"You're welcome," he replies tenderly. "I have to keep you safe, remember? I promised you that I would." You don't answer him, but he finishes at that exact moment anyways, standing and placing the remnants of the bandage roll on the nightstand. The wound is now covered up completely, with no sign of blood seeping through the cotton and staining the white cloth dark red.

You watch as Suguru crawls into the bed beside you, sighing deeply as he runs his fingers through his locks. "Should I stay awake with you or do you want to try to sleep?"

"Sleep," you answer - albeit not confidently - and the black-eyed man obliges, pulling the thin sheet over you.

"I'll be right here," he affirms, but you reach out your uninjured arm and touch his hand. He instantly turns his palm up to let you grab his fingers, and you pull him closer to you in the king-sized bed.

"Hold me." A second passes with no movement, and Suguru whispers,

"Are you sure?" You nod, and he wordlessly scoots closer, wrapping an arm around you as you nestle into his side with your bandaged hand resting on his chest. His fingers rub a soft pattern up and down your skin, soothing you to the brink of sleep. "I've got you. We'll deal with everything else in the morning," Suguru murmurs as you slip off into a dreamless - and nightmare-less - sleep.

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Morning comes and goes.

Midday arrives, and you awaken from your terrorless sleep still encased in Suguru's grasp. Your eyes flick up to his face, which is peaceful in the midday light streaming in from the windows. The Leader of the Fallen Sun District is asleep and dead to the world around him, but the sound of his breathing lets you know he's on the brink of waking up.

Part of you doesn't want him to. You want to lay there without any responsibilities to him, without any concern, or further harm to either one of you. Maybe if you continued to sleep, all of this would become a distant memory. All of this would go away, and you could go back to living in ignorance.

But Suguru's stirring makes you stiffen, and you feel his arms tighten around you before sliding away.

"You're awake."

"Yeah," you whisper, and he sits up, pulling his knees to his chest.

"We need to talk about last night." You sit up as well, staring at the edge of the bed blankly. "Why didn't you tell someone about your declining mental health?"

"I didn't realize it until it was too late," you admit, looking at the bandage on your wrist. "But I won't be doing that again."

"Doesn't matter," Suguru interjects, looking over at you. You choose to avoid his gaze and stare at your feet, inhaling deeply. "I have to have someone watch you now. I want you to be safe, and now I'm not sure if I can ensure that without some oversight on my part."

"No," you exhale quickly, looking over at him in fear. "I'm better now, I promise."

"I'll have someone move a few of your things over here. That way I can keep an eye on you, just in case." Suguru continues, standing from his position on the bed. "I won't bother you. But I made a promise to you, and I'm going to keep it at all costs." He turns back to you, stating, "Today we'll take a day off and go into the town. I've been wanting to show you around for a while anyway."

You conclude the argument is over when he places a kiss on your temple, then walks into his bathroom, shutting the door and leaving you on the bed alone.

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A car picks both of you up from the building, and when you slide into the backseat, Suguru points to the expanse in the distance.

"Take us to the marketplace." The driver nods, scars running up and down his pale face and his blue eyes looking up at you in the rearview mirror. Does this man even know that he's sitting next to the leader of the Fallen Sun district? Or is Kenjaku a faceless man, hiding behind walls of ones and zeroes?

The scenes that pass by you look identical to those of the city you know and love. There are children playing on the sidewalks, people carrying groceries, life carrying on as if the majority of their names aren't on some rejected list of people who defected from their previous society. Suguru notices your awe at the way things are, and looks over at you, smiling brightly.

"You'd be surprised what you can build from ashes, y/n."

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years

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"Black Magic" *Part 3*

Alright y'all this took me ALL day to write [the entire rest of the story] and it took me an hour and a half to just edit this chapter. So I HOPE you like it. I had to find a breaking point it was getting too long, but the next chapter is coming like...maybe 30 minutes.

EEK!!!

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After saying goodbye to Maria and the kids Rafael took your hand and you both got in another Uber he had called.

“So where to now?” You asked.

“Well we're going to need somewhere to get this food,” he smiled. “So I'm taking you to my favorite place in the city,”

Soon enough the Uber pulled up in front of Central park. We both got out and walked to the front entrance.

“Central Park is your favorite place in the city?” You asked. “Kind of basic but okay,” you teased.

“Shut up,” he laughed, punching you in the arm playfully. “Wait until you see what part of Central Park.” He took your hand and you walked for a bit until you came across a fountain.

“I mean it's gorgeous but still kind of basic,” you teased some more.

“This is where we're eating lunch carino,” he told you. “The surprise comes after,”

You set up camp on the edge of the fountain and spread out the food. It was enough for a feast. Luckily Maria had included napkins, plates , silverware and sneakily enough she snuck in an old blanket that you could spread out.

“Oh my god.. this is so good,” You said in between mouthfuls of food.

“I told you,” he laughed through a mouthful of his own food.

“No like you don't understand. I've never had food this good,” You insisted.

“Oh no? The fancy lunches from work, not your style?” He smirked.

You stopped eating for a second. Had he really noticed that you took home whatever food the bigwigs never finished? It was kind of a detail that you never had guessed that he would even pay attention to.

“I have no idea what you're talking about,” You innocently replied.

“Sureee…” Rafael nodded with a smile.

“I'm sorry, please don't fire me,” You begged.

“Fire you? I think it's adorable. Trust me I would do the same thing back in my law school days when I had nothing,” He patted your shoulder.

“God do I hear that,” You agreed.

“Wait so you have nothing?” Rafael asked, concerned.

“What? No! Kind of…..I have enough.” You assured him.” It's not like I'm homeless or anything.” Oh my God this is getting worse. “I just mean like, back when I was in college I had even less than I have now.”

“Oh you went to college?” Rafael asked.

“Wow okay counselor I see where the snobbishness is coming back,” You acted offended. And you actually kind of were.

"Oh no no no, mi amor,” He put a hand on your knee, scared he had offended you. “Please don't think that I would ever think down of you. I think you are the most beautiful, smartest caring person in the world.”

He didn't even know you. That was definitely the spell. You sadly shrugged” it's fine,”

“No no what I meant.. I don't know I don't know what I meant,” He shook his head, blushing.

“Yeah you do it's fine you can say it Rafael I'm not going to get offended,” You assured him.

“I just meant... I don't know, or don't understand why somebody with a college degree would be temping, instead of using their degree for a job in their field. I seriously doubt you went to college for temping,”

“Well I don't know if you remember this since it was eons ago before you had money but living in New York is quite expensive.” You half laughed. "And when you have student loans to pay you kind of have to take what you can get even if it's not in your ‘field’,”

“I get it,” He nodded. “I totally get where you're coming from. I'm so sorry I offended you,”

“You know before today I would have stomped off and written you off as just the snob pompous asshole that I thought you were. But after seeing where you came from I know you really mean that,” You smiled.

“So…” he hoped to change the subject. “What exactly is your degree in? Something law related I assume?”

“Why do you assume that?”

“Well.. usually the people that apply to be my intern are only interested in kissing my ass and getting ahead in the lawyer corporate world. But you haven't done that.. Yet,” He raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

“Oh.. yeah.”. you look down at the ground nervously.

“What are you going to kiss my ass now? Because I'll gladly let you do it,” He smiled cheekily.

“No no!” You waved your hands. “I mean that would be nice but--I mean no, what?” You were flustered.

“You're adorable when you're flustered,” He rubbed your bright red cheeks.

“Haha,” you pushed a hair behind your ear. You thought to yourself “Well he's not going to remember any of this anyway so you might as well tell him the truth,”

“Truth is.. I may or may not have manipulated the system to beat out those other snobby law students to get this job,” You admitted, still looking down.

“Really…?” He looked at you suspiciously. “...And why’s that?

“...Because I saw your picture on the file and I thought you were gorgeous and I wanted to see that face everyday,” You blushed intensely, still looking at the ground, not able to tell him in his face..

There was a very long pause and then he put a hand on yours. You slowly looked up at him and he was smiling cutely.

“That is the most adorable thing I've ever heard in my life,” He grinned.

“Really? You think so?” Well obviously he thought so he was programmed to think whatever you did for the adorable duh.

“Yeah I don't think I've ever had a woman try that hard to get my attention. Or want to see me that much, or even think that highly of me,” He grinned.

“I mean it's not really thinking highly of you, just that you’re really attractive,” You laughed.

“Right, of course,” He was blushing even more.

“And that was even before I saw your butt!” You laughed without thinking.. But he really did have the best ass you've ever seen in your entire life. Everyday you walked into that office you just wanted to take a bite of it.

Rafael choked on his food. “I um…” His face was red hot now.. “Thank you?”

“Anyway…” He tried to steer the conversation away from his butt. “You avoided the question,”

“What question?” You asked. Completely in all honestly forgetting what you were talking about. Once you got lost in Rafael's ass your mind kind of went blank completely.

“What iis your degree in?”

“It's embarrassing,” You looked at the ground.

“What? It can't be that bad,” He shook his head.

“Well I say it's embarrassing to someone like you,” You half laughed.

“Someone like me?” He looked offended. “What iis that supposed to mean?”

“I mean I don't.. I mean the person that I thought you were before today,” You grabbed his hand.

“Well you seem to have really disliked me before today,” he nodded curiously. “It's like you don't know me at all.”

“What? Of course I know you.” You assured him. "I love you, remember? And you love me?”

“Yeah.. I do, but I don't know anything about you,” He looked away as if he was trying to figure out an equation.

Oh shit. What's happening? Was this supposed to happen? Wasn't wearing off? Oh God.

“It's a theater degree!” you blurted out, trying to change the subject. Maybe it would work. If you distracted him maybe this would take over again.

He turned his head to the side and stared off blankly, as if he was rebooting. Then he looked up and smiled at you. “A theater degree? That sounds exciting!” He was back to his “usual self''..

You let out a sigh of relief. However, you wondered if you had gotten him out of the spell, would he have freaked out? Would he have accepted it? Would he maybe start having real feelings for you? Well, it was too late now.

“Does it really though?” You rolled your eyes.

“It really does. I don't know if you would believe this, but I'm kind of a theater nerd myself,” He chuckled.

“No way. You? Nahh,” You blew a raspberry.

“Seriously! I had a bit of a theater bug when I was younger in fact. I wanted to be a big Broadway star” He admitted.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Raphael Barba the stuffy ADA of New York City as a big Broadway star? Yeah right!

“That's insane! You laughed. So why did you give it up?”

“Well.. as you know, being on Broadway isn't a great way to make money. It's more of a passion thing right?”

“So true,” You nodded as you were eating your empanada dessert.

“So.. I took a hard look at where I lived, and how hard my mom and abuelita were struggling and I vowed that I would get out of El Barrio. And make something of myself and be able to take care of them when I was an adult the way that I couldn't when I was a kid,”

You felt tears choking your throat once again for the millionth time that day. But this time it wasn't for you. It was for him. You really hadn't known any of this, to you he was just a pretty face. You actually had a lot in common.

“That is so sweet.” You pushed the trash between you away and moved up closer, pulling his hands into your lap and looking at him endearingly.

“Yeah?” He asked you with a half smile like a kid looking for approval.

“Yeah it really is. You gave up your passion for your family. I wish I was as selfless as that,” You said softly.

“What do you mean?”

What did you mean indeed? Did you really want to get into the story? Then once again you reminded yourself that he would have no idea no recollection of this after today, so you felt comfortable telling him your secret.

“Well….. You.... I came from nothing too. But all I could think of was getting out myself and never looking back,” You admitted in shame.

“Oh?” He looked at you curiously.

“Yeah, I was really passionate about theater and becoming a big Broadway star. With all the fame, and the money, and getting away from my small town in Jersey. So I threw myself into every activity, every theater, every play, every community theater, every performance, anything I can get my hands on. My parents were super supportive and never thought anything bad of me, even though they probably should have. They wanted me to have the world. And I took that for granted,” You began to get choked up.

“Why do you say that…?” He took your hand and squeezed it feeling like something bad was coming.

“They saved up their entire married lives to give me a college fund. I wasn't aware of it, but when I got accepted to NYU School of acting, they told me that they had enough saved for the first two years,” You continued, trying to breathe.

“Well that's good isn't it?”

“Yeah no totally, except I wasn't grateful,” You look down tears stinging your eyes thinking about how selfish you are as a kid. All I could think about and yell at them was how they didn't have enough for the full four years. How was I supposed to be a big Broadway star if I was still trying to pay student loans?”

“Oh Y/N…”.

“Yeah and that's not even the worst part,” Tears started stinging your eyes. You were lucky he was under some spell because he would definitely hate you after this under normal circumstances.

“Go on, I'm not here to judge you,” He pressed his forehead against yours. He realized how hard the story was taking its toll on you.

“One day it was my big end of semester performance and it was snowing. So my parents said that they weren't going to be able to make it. I screamed at them and told them that this was the biggest night of my life, and they couldn't be bothered to show up and what horrible parents they were and that they never cared about me and a whole huge temper tantrum like a 3 year old.”

You tried holding back sobs you had to make it through this whole thing without breaking down.

“No, honey…” He put a hand on your face.

”And so they tried…” You sniffed. They tried driving on the icy roads of Jersey to drive into the City and they served on black ice in the Jersey tunnel where they hit the wall and were killed instantly.

“Oh my god.. he whispered, “Baby I'm so sorry,” He grabbed you in a hug as you broke down. You just sat there for a minute letting him hold you while you sobbed into his shoulder.

“I just told them what shitty parents they were!” You sobbed muffled into his shirt. "And I killed them!”

“Hey,” he pulled your face from his shirt and looked you in the eyes. “No no you didn't do anything,”

“Yes I did! If I hadn't been such a brat and told them and guilted them into coming to see my stupid show then they'd still be alive!” you kept sobbing.

“No,” he took your head in his hands. “Look I didn't know you back then but I'm sure that your parents loved you and I'm sure that you loved them. That's why you wanted them there so bad. And sometimes it's just people's time. You didn't do anything wrong. Do you understand me?”

“Yeah.. I guess so,” you looked down. “I mean I was punished enough for it”.

“What does that mean?”

“Well I mean, obviously I was distraught from my parents dying. And that semester was the last one that was paid for. So kind of lied to you,” You paused to look at him apologetically.

“I had to drop out one year after that because I could only get student loans for that next year. And you had to have a certain GPA to get them to keep paying for the last year and I most certainly did not have that,”

“Oh...carino, I'm so sorry”

“Then me being me the arrogant bitch that I am, I thought well maybe I don't need a degree. Tons of actors don't have degrees. They can just make it on their own. So I just started throwing myself into auditions for about a year and a half, and I ended up living on the streets because I refused to take any kind of job. Telling myself that I was going to get my big break and be famous,”

“Oh my God”

“I know, right?” You laughed through tears. “I'm so stupid,”

“Hey you are not stupid,” Rafael grabbed your hands again.

“Yeah well, the first temp agency that I applied to had the first job as a personal assistant to a fancy lawyer. So maybe I'm not that stupid,” you smiled.

“Ah.. see? Happy ending. Maybe you went through all that to find me,”

“Yeah.. maybe,” You sadly smiled at him.

Although you knew deep down in your heart that was bullshit, because you really didn't have him. All you did was take another shortcut and be selfish and tried to take him for yourself instantly without any of the work. You were still a selfish bitch. And he didn't know that

“You know...if it makes you feel any better, you are lucky to have such loving parents,”

“What do you mean? Didn't you say you gave up your dream to take care of them?” You assumed that must have meant they were super close.

“Yeah well, for my mom and abuela..”.

You suddenly realized he hadn't mentioned a father.

"Oh? I'm.... No dad?”

“No, no dad.” He shook his head sadly. “I wasn't completely honest with you earlier YN,”

“What do you mean?” You took his hand, already knowing this wasn't going to be good.

“I was forced to give up my dream,” he replied sadly while staring at the ground.

“What?”

“When I was a kid I would watch musicals at my abuelitas house. It was the only place I was….safe,” He continued.

“Oh God.” You muttered.

“I would dance and sing all over her house. She was the only person in my life who ever supported that side of me,” he continued to stare at the ground.

“When my dad came to pick me up one day and he saw what I was doing…. “ He stopped again, you realized he was trying not to cry.

“Rafa…..”

“He tried to "beat the gay out of me.",” You saw tears dripping on the pavement.

You silently gasped.

"Not that I'm gay,' he quickly assured you.

"That was literally the last thing on my mind baby," you shook your head, tears coming to your own eyes as you pulled him into a hug. He collapsed into tears as you rubbed the back of his neck and whispered comforting words into his ear.

Finally he composed himself enough to finish his story.

“Anyway, he uh...he didn't just beat me for that. It was anything really. But I kept at it at my abuelas. She encouraged me even if she couldn't stand up to my dad. I can't blame her or my mother. When my mom caught me still pursuing it she told me to stop if I wanted to keep our dad around saying he wouldn't tolerate a….f word son,"

“Oh my god.” You whispered. You couldn't imagine your parents or any parents really, trying to discourage their kids from anything, and threatening them for being something they were so passionate about.

“Well I guess it didn't matter either way because he ended up taking off anyway. And I felt so guilty that we lost our only income, so my mom had to end up getting two jobs and my abuela moved in to help with bills that then I swore to become better so that I could atone for my sins,” He couldn’t look at you.

“Oh my god. Rafa, sweetie I…. That wasn't your fault., it wasn't your fault at all. He sounds like a grade a asshole,” You made him look at you just as he did when you told your shameful story.

“He was...is. I don't know if he's dead or alive actually. I haven't seen or heard from him since he left. I hate him so much,” he clenched his fists.

“Oh honey,” You pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“No you don't understand. My middle name is Eduardo, named after him. So he's always with me. I have always told people it's Antonio, because I want nothing about me associated with him,” He started to cry again.

After a minute, he looked back up at you very seriously. “I've never told anyone that story.”

“Really? Not even Liv?”

"Not even Liv," He stroked your hair. "I've never felt as close to her as I do with you.” He pulled you into his lap. “The truth is Y/N I have never felt safe since my abuela’s house. Until I met you,”

“Rafa…” You pulled him into a deep kiss, tears dropped down both your faces. “We can be each other’s homes now,”

#rafael barba #rafael barba x you #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba imagine #rafael barba fanfiction #black magic #law and order svu

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ohitshoneybee · 3 years

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Sleepover

Loki (2021) Self Insert AU

Summary: An odd group of friends has a movie night in one of the Time Theaters, and shenanigans ensue.

Word Count: 1384

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, that's it

A/N: You guys. My first ever fic here on tumblr?? I'm so hyped, y'all have no idea! Special thanks to @nebulousfishgills for being my motivation and helping co-create this funky AU and for creating this *incredible* mood board! Enjoy.

The sight of a mountain of blankets, pillows, and other soft items sitting in Time Theater 27, along with a buffet of cookies, chips, and drinks, wasn't unusual. The appearance of the Time Door, precisely at half-past eight wasn't odd either. In fact, it had become a sort of routine for a handful of TVA employees. Ravonna always showed up early to set things up, Casey and Hunter B-15 not far behind. Mobius strolling in at around ten till, with Loki, Olivia, and Sylvie showing up at nine on the dot.

Now, you may have asked yourself, 'What relevance does the time door have? Are we missing someone? And why all the blankets and everything?' Well dear reader, at approximately eight-forty, Oliver walks through the door for the final time that night, the last armful of blankets and tray of brownies in hand.

A cheery "Hey B-15! I made your favorite brownies again!" heard from across the room piques the hunter’s interest, as well as Mobius'.

"Oliver! You made it! I mean of course you made it, what am I even saying? Whatever, come sit down!" Mobius jumps up to accept the platter of brownies, sneaking a couple before anyone else could get to them. Olivia and Loki, arm in arm, saunter over to greet Oliver.

"Hey, you're here! And just in time too, we were about to pick tonight’s genre!” Olivia snatches the tray from Mobius’ hand, setting it on the buffet table. “Yeah? What are the options? And for the love of the Gods, don’t tell me there’s horror on the list, I’m not playing ‘Snakes and Ladders’ in the corner with Miss Minutes again. No offense, but I’d rather hang out with everyone, rather than sit in the corner for almost two hours.” Oliver smiles and elbows Olivia in the arm, dropping their pile of blankets next to the table.

“I am pleased to inform you that we have comedy or adventure as our picks tonight! Votes starting with Ravonna, as always,” B-15 chimes in, cutting Olivia off before she could retort.

“Comedy,” Ravonna starts.

“I think I’d like adventure,” says Casey.

“Ditto, on the adventure,” from Mobius.

“Comedy,” Sylvie and Loki respond, in unison.

“Adventure!” Olivia exclaims, striking a rather piratey pose.

“Adventure for me too, hon,” Miss Minutes nods to the hunter.

“And comedy for me,” B-15 notes.

“Oliver, that leaves you as the tiebreaker. Chose carefully,” Mobius teases.

“Well... I think I’ll pick… adventure?” Oliver answers, earning groans from half of the group and cheers from the other half.

Olivia, quite literally jumping with joy, just about tackles Oliver with a hug. “I knew I could count on you! Unlike those weirdos over there,” Olivia sticks her tongue out at Loki and Sylvie, earning an amused chuckle from Loki.

Mobius waves Ravonna over, talking to her in hushed tones, as to not disrupt the rest of the group. “Ravonna, I still think we should get one of those popcorn machines for these movie night sleepover things.. It isn’t fair to Oliver that they have to run back and forth whenever we want popcorn.”

“Mobius… it’s already hard enough to hide all of these blankets and the table and, well… everything. I just don’t know where we would put the popcorn maker. On top of that, none of us would even know how to use it!”

“Well, it can’t be that hard to figure out, I’ve seen kids on Earth use them and it’s gone fine for them!” Mobius argues.

“I’ll… I’ll think about it, okay? Just.. Don’t get your hopes up,” Ravonna sighs, waving Mobius off.

The projector boots up, and with a flicker of golden hues, the title screen for ‘The Mummy’ appears, earning a cheer from Oliver, who is wrapped up in a white comforter with a plate of various snacks in their lap.

“What? This movie was my bisexual awakening, it holds a special place in my heart because of it,” they defend, albeit through a mouthful of brownie.

“Nobody was judging you, Oliver, we were just a little...surprised,” Sylvie responds, snuggling closer to Olivia.

“You know what else is surprising? The fact that you three haven’t run off to a broom closet yet,” B-15 interrupts.

“Yeah, well, at least Oliver isn’t climbing over me yet,” Mobius teases.

“Wait, has nobody told you? Yeah, when you’re asleep, you end up snuggled with Mobius, no matter where in the room you are,” Olivia adds, rather suggestively.

“W-Well, there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation! Uh.. yeah.. an explanation…” Oliver mutters, flustered and embarrassed.

“Hey, nobody said they were bothered. I’m certainly not. There’s no need to stress over it,” Mobius adds, trying his best to be comforting.

B-15 shushes the group as the opening scene starts, the room bathed in golden hues.

Halfway through the movie, Oliver is already asleep, curled up with three or four pillows and a mountain of blankets, as well as a green cactus plushie. Ravonna is the only thing between Loki and Sylvie staking piles of Cheez-Its on their face, and Casey and B-15 are quietly chatting about the movie so far. Olivia is laying on her stomach, the blanket over her slightly askew, and Mobius is up getting more snacks.

“You really are a bottomless pit, aren’t you Moby Dick?” Olivia jokes. The nickname ‘Moby Dick’ caught on when Olivia showed up to the TVA and used it to poke fun at the analyst. After that, it stuck and is just a bit of fun.

“Yeah, well you kinda eat whatever you can when you live off the food here. Ollie’s baking is a real treat, so I’m enjoying it while I can,” Mobius retorts, stacking his plate with chips and the last of the brownies.

“Loki, Sylvie, stop it. Oliver isn’t gonna be happy when they go home and their cat is licking their face when they smell like Cheez-Its,” Ravonna whisper-yells at the pair as she throws a pillow and nails Sylvie in the face.

“Oh, I see how it is, old lady. It’s on!” Sylvie grabs the pillow and climbs over Oliver, running for Ravonna. “Pillow fiiiiiight!”

Oliver sits up and rubs the sleep from their eyes, almost immediately getting hit in the face with a pillow thrown by Mobius. “Oh so suddenly I’m not your favorite, Moby? I’ll just take those brownies back!” They grab their cactus plush and chuck it at the analyst, ducking with a squeal of surprise as another pillow flies past their head.

“Nobody decks Mobius like that except for me!” B-15 shouts, standing over a mountain of pillows.

“Hey, that’s not cool! You can’t hog the pillows!” Casey protests, ducking behind the food table.

“Well neither is teaming up, but us three already have!” Olivia announces, using Loki and Sylvie as shields to avoid getting hit with a pillow from Ravonna.

“Oh come on! That would’ve hit you!”

“Moby! Catch!” as Oliver chucks a couple of pillows in rapid succession. “You’ll never win! Not against me!”

“That’s where you’re wrong, hon,” Miss Minutes pops up next to Oliver and whacks them in the arm with a decorative pillow, a distinct rip heard through the room as stuffing flies.

“Oh. My. Gods. You’re so dead!” Sylvie shouts with a smile, and suddenly, alarms are blaring. Ravonna fishes through the pockets in her pajamas for her TemPad.

With a sigh of relief, she announces to the group, “It’s not an emergency, but I’m going to need to borrow you two for a bit,” she says, nodding to Mobius and B-15.

“Let’s make it a group trip since it isn’t an emergency!” Olivia proposes, earning a groan of disapproval from Ravonna and B-15, almost in unison.

“Olivia, we’ve been over this. Oliver isn’t allowed anywhere else in the TVA, other than here and the bathroom. If anything were to happen to them, I’d be the one to blame, and I’m not taking that risk.”

“Ravonna’s right, it’s a miracle that having Ollie here hasn’t created a Nexus event yet. Who knows what would happen if something went wrong,” Mobius reasons.

With a reluctant sigh, Oliver, Olivia, Loki, Sylvie, and Casey settle back into their respective blanket piles and finish the movie while B-15, Ravonna, and Mobius run off to handle the cause of the alarms.

#mobius #loki 2021 #loki #sylvie #ravonna renslayer #b-15 #loki x oc x sylvie #self insert #queer #lgbtq

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worfs-fabulous-hair · 2 years

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I'm finally not sick anymore time for star trek baby !

Series I'm currently on : TOS

Episodes watched:

01x21- 01x22

Episode names:

The Return of The Archons

Space Seed

Thoughts:

The Return of the Archons

Guys in robes with giant sticks walking incredibly slowly towards sulu and another officer while their dressed in colonial clothing.

The other officer tripped while running and hit his head really hard on concrete and I'm surprised his head wasn't cracked open

Sulu is delusional in yet another episode

" the red hour" in which everyone rages real hard

This man meets the landing party and immediately goes "these guys are not who they say they are "

The call it red hour but it lasts 12 hours

The big stick boys are back and the sticks are magic wands that blast out sparks and smoke and then you die

"do what we say" "no " "fuck well now we're out of moves "

The guy didn't die and the sticks do nothing he just passed out because the stick boys told him to

The entire town has sticks and is chasing the landing crew because they have been possessed (again)

The enterprise is going down

This bitch showed up like Jesus

Oof they dead

Not really cause y'all know how this works by now

Ye ole jail

McCoy is gone

I'm pausing to bake something.

McCoy has been brain washed

He's speaking like a preacher after he's finished the passages from the bible for the week

Kirk is now to be brain washed

So the third man mentioned earlier in passing helps Kirk and Spock, gives them weapons and now they have to pretend their brainwashed

Spock having to smile in order to pretend he's brainwashed: " this is the most unnatural thing I have ever done "

Brainwashed McCoy trying to figure out what the others are talking about :

Wizard of oz plot again

Landreux is basically a dalek

" you go against your own prime directive and your evil you therefore based on your own words you should be destroyed" then the thing fucking explodes

" sorry I killed your boss you might want to lose the robes and start looking for another job"

Then there's sulu back on the ship telling someone to get their ass out of his chair becuase he's fine now even though he went completely psychotic for over 24 hours

"You'd make a great computer Mr. Spock " " why thank you captain that's a tremendous compliment "

He does become a computer in later episodes I know about that because I've seen that episode a bunch

The second episode's under the cut.

Space Seed

They find a space ship from the 90s that may or may not be inhabited by aliens

These bitches been listening to that damn alarm for an hour ?

Botany bay ! BOTANY BAY !

I like how this lady exists on board the enterprise and most definitely does not expect to have to deal with anyone like at all because she's a historian for the late 20th century

Also everyone has been kinda rude-ish towards Kirk for not know this one crew members name properly which in all fairness did kinda know her name. And like this is the first time he hasn't known someone's name properly in a crew of 400 people, cut him some slack I definitely wouldn't know everyone's names.

Sparkly gold thot suits for the cryo sleep

Kahn's waking up

This lady seems sus

I think shoving someone out of cryo sleep is the worst thing you could do while their defrosting waking up. Even if they are dying .

72 people damn

Spock : " captain, this shits not adding up "

The medbay sheets don't look very comfortable

He's got an oompa loompa bob

" kill me bitch I don't care " - doctor Lenard McCoy ??/??/2265

Like he legit told him to split open his jugular

" what was the nature of your mission " " oh no ! I'm feeling faint I should sleep "

Kahn's so rapey when he interacts with women

This dinner party is so awkward

Not only is he really rapey he is now about to break this ladies hand

This lady is so strange like she's known Khan for less then a day and he's been nothing but creepy towards her but she's in love with him , this is one of those times that I really question writers from back then .

Spock when the guys talk about how they admire Khan for being a dictator that ruled most of Asia :

Also if Khan is supposed to be south Asian why did they cast Benedict Cumberbatch in star trek : into darkness

Like I get that back then they probably wouldn't have casted someone who was Indian becuase it was the 60s and star trek was already pushing it with uhura and sulu but like why not in the remakes ???

Why did kahn give the men clothes to change into from the thot suits and not the women

He cut off the the life support to the bridge then kidnapped everyone when they passed out from lack of oxygen

Violent racism

He's so mad that everyone is so willing to die

"we just do the good ole flood anesthesia gas through the air vents trick "

" I have five times your strength " " and I have a blunt object "

I love fight scenes in star trek their so funny

This woman has barely known Khan for a day and she's ready to go with him to a new planet for exile instead of just going jail

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #jim kirk #montgomery scott #spock #nyota uhura #hikaru sulu #lenard mccoy #only two episodes today but i'll probably watch more tomorrow #i was sick for like 3 weeks and thats why i haven't posted anything for these in a while

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rahleeyah · 3 years

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First, I want to thank you for always indulging me when I send you asks. It doesn't matter if it's a question, lingerie, my thoughts on something, a personal headcanon I feel like sharing, Rich Girl Liv evidence, or anything else, you always answer me and make me feel like what I have to say matters. And even if you don't necessarily agree, you never make me feel stupid for what I said. So I want you to know that you doing that makes me feel so included and part of the fandom, in a way I haven't always felt in my other fandoms.

Second, I want you to know that you are wonderful. That I'm in several different chats/groups for SVU/Bensler, and so far in all of them we end up at some point gushing about you and your fics. Be it someone talking about how much they loved a fic they just read, and someone else going "oh, yeah, that fic is great! Have you read the rest of rahleeyah's fics?" or someone mentioning how they just came across one of your fics and then just had to binge your entire EO catalogue because it was so amazing, or someone mentioning something they'd love to see and someone going "oh! Leah's got a fic of that! Let me grab it for you!!" and the person coming back later and saying how it's exactly what they'd hope to see. Heck, just the other day several of us were talking about Coach verse and saying how much we were looking forward to it when you finish Hell of a View!

So yeah. You're awesome, and thank you for being you. Thank you for sharing yourself and your fics with us all.🥰

Ok wow I gotta sit with this a minute bc honestly this is such a kind, thoughtful message and it just. It means so much to me and I am so so so grateful to you for this.

I just. I love that we all have this thing we're passionate about, and that it has brought us together in celebration of something that we love. And I think it's so important to remember that love is at the center of it, and not lose sight of that. I can be petty. I can be mean. I can be thoughtless. But I try so hard to make this a welcoming space bc this is a community centered on love and that matters to me.

Fandom has held me up in the darkest moments of my life. When I was sobbing in the middle of the night over a broken heart there were people in Australia walking with me. When I lost my mother my fandom surrounded me with grace. Those bonds are real and I want to pay it forward by sustaining them.

Everybody brings something different to the table, and everything, everything is open to interpretation. My view may not always line up with yours but that doesn't mean that one of those views is more right than the other, and I try to remember that when I answer asks and I don't always do a great job but I'm trying and I am relieved to know that you feel comfortable disagreeing with me. Bc you should. We should be safe to disagree with each other.

And I just. I love to write. I love it. I have always loved it. But the thing that made me commit to writing long enough to finish a piece was having someone to share it with. My stories would not exist without the people who read them. I am indebted to y'all bc you have made this great joy possible. Knowing that you talk about the work, that it matters to you, is a staggering gift. I cannot tell you how grateful I am to you for that.

We are all in this together, and as we used to say in the old days, I love everyone in this bar.

#ask

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rpbetter · 3 years

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Hi Vespertine. Sorry to add to the pile, I promise I will send in some writing related things to compensate later. I also misgendered that user in a comment by accident with she/her. I blocked them, but they still looked at my blog, and they made a post that said by using the wrong pronouns, which they thought was intentional and meant to hurt them, I purposefully called them a hysterical woman stereotype. Obviously that wasn't true. I was just going off a comment someone else made on my blog where they used she/her, and I thought I had to correct myself. It was a case where good intentions, even if I was not happy with the user's behavior or expected to talk to them again, I was still going to use the right pronouns, but my intentions were warped by someone with an agenda. I'm sorry to hear you're getting the same heat. I didn't use my rp blog to interact with the user or talk about them because I was sure something like this would happen, either by them or other people like that callout blog, and I think other people had the same idea. I dodged a bullet there, but I'm still paranoid. I'm paranoid I'll hear a notif and see my rp blog in a callout for this, because someone hunted it down, or a callout for trying to talk to the person who started all the drama. Nobody should be scared to talk about someone on their own blog. Nobody should be scared to talk openly, in general. Nobody should be called out for trying to talk with someone either. This culture of fear is so disturbing to me.

Hey there, Anon!

Oh, I would love that, but you totally don't have to, of course. Don't feel bad for adding on, I'm here for anything at all, and honestly, with the job I'm doing IRL right now, it's really hard for me to concentrate well enough on finishing any of the advice posts (at least, to be the quality y'all deserve). It's a hot topic, it's included so, so, terribly many people in the RPC. It's also one that's generating some great, needed conversations. So, it isn't like you're adding to anything bad, annoying or distracting me, or contributing to the inflammatory side of this.

Hell, it's got to be really nice for some of the people in messages I've received to see proof that they weren't alone in this experience. I can keep publishing the hate anons for exactly that reason, and I can promise people they aren't the only ones (in this or in any such horrible behavior), but it's different to see it coming from a third party! So, thank you for that.

Though, I am deeply sorry that you were treated to more than a ringside seat in this debacle.

It's not very encouraging to be thoughtful and respectful of other people when literally nothing you can say or do will result in anything other than more twisting of your words, and that's a big problem I have with this shit. Things like actual transphobia, intentional misgendering, actual infantalization and shit treatment of ND people, actual harassment, etc. etc. etc. matter. It's just more trivializing of real problems for the sake of blowing nonexistent bullshit up, and that is immensely disgusting to me. The fact that you damn well know someone out there has had the reaction to this behavior of, well, fuck you then, fuck trans people is really upsetting.

Like, yeah, let's be real, if you require social rewards to do the right thing, you have some problems lol but at the same time, you know who does require social rewards to develop themselves? Young people. And the RPC is largely comprised of people in their early twenties who, for a variety of possible reasons, are still at that point

Furthermore, no, it's not anyone's job to be good representation at all times, especially when that performance comes at a cost to themselves, but maybe don't go out of your way to be the person that is the necessary push in the wrong direction of someone's formative experience with people of your community. If it's costing you nothing to not clown on serious issues, but is costing the entire world another bigot for you to clown on serious issues, the choice should be a bit obvious here. Whenever you're in a safe place - physically, emotionally - and capable of that kind of logic, exercise it, damn.

It's definitely a better course of action than playing out skewed activism by vilifying innocent people, more worthy of one's effort than losing their collective shit over a very easy mistake. One that I'd say was even less avoidable in your case. AGAIN, how, exactly is anyone supposed to know this shit when they're blocked? When they aren't subverting the blocks they, themselves, put in place? I know for a fact none of them are looking at the information of the people they choose to try to drive out of the RPC, but everyone else is supposed to make zero reasonable assumptions, check and recheck blogs they have made an effort not to visit for good reason. Sounds absolutely reasonable and sane!

So, you know what? I'm going to be even more offensive here and talk for a moment about why these mistakes are reasonable.

When we see a post and reblog it, it's not unreasonable to assume that the OP had knowledge we didn't. Since we blocked the offending party, but they're discussing them. OP uses the incorrect pronouns, we end using the incorrect pronouns as well. This is not malicious intent. It isn't intentional at all, it's just having a discussion. A discussion that wouldn't have even transpired if they hadn't taken it upon themselves to (what a coincidence) take personal issue with a RPer they repeatedly took out of context and decided to shame for it, before proceeding to get an even bigger stick and pot.

When we decide to block a blog, it's our responsibility to stay off of it. Not go looking at it for any reason. That is now off-limits. When someone blocks us, it's also our responsibility to respect that decision, no matter how outrageous it was, no matter what we might need to verify. That's the issue with blocking when we don't exploit how easy it is to get around blocking on tumblr; we've cut ourselves off from any further meaningful communication, including passive communication like rules and posts. Kind of like how you cannot expect an apology to mean a damn thing when you've blocked everyone you harassed, then made that apology in a post on your blocked blog. Don't put up walls you expect people to see through, then get upset when they can't see through them.

As a community, the RPC is primarily afab. That's never a problem to bring up when someone wants to be angry about their female muse not getting equal attention and so on, but it's a problem to discuss any other time, about any other problem. Dealing with the things that we're socially raised to ascribe to as afab people is that problem. It's reflected in our behaviors, interests, and speech. We may not want to live in a gendered world, we may eschew that, but we were raised in a gendered world and it shows. One which has a lot of complications for being that, like almost everyone feeling safer around afab people by default of the All Men Are Bad, All Women Are Harmless bullshit.

We not only know that the RPC is primarily afab, we tend to assume comfort, especially in hostile situations, by assuming those pronouns in others.

And it so does not matter how much any of us like it, some people have more masculine or feminine tones. Even in text. That means neither that someone's gender identity should be disregarded nor that this text-based presentation is correct, but like every other unfair thing that exists, it's a thing. Like you, Anon, you genuinely come across in tone as primarily neutral, slight lean toward masculine. Even if I wasn't inclined to do so, not knowing you and all, I'd use they/them for you instinctively because that's what your speech is giving me. That isn't any more unreasonable than ascribing another set of pronouns based on the same information.

Oh yeah, I know, lurkers, the difference is that they/them is the appropriate choice when one does not know. I know that logically, but people aren't always operating like robots, weirdly enough. We default to a lot of instinctive behaviors, and we aren't always operating at the top rung of cognition either. Being human works like that, it's really that simple and not malicious if you're not reading that into it.

As we're all aware, it is being read into, and your experience is exactly why; you now feel worried every time you get a notif, you've been outed as a supposed transphobe, and while it is incredibly fortunate you stopped this from transpiring on your RP blog, it still transpired somewhere and has had a negative effect. If they find they correct thing or set of things, they can get so many more people to dogpile you over it. Get enough people to do that, make someone miserable enough, especially people who are already going through a hard enough time already, they'll leave.

It is a terroristic act, and it has the effect of all terroristic acts; people are afraid to exist outside of shifting bounds (that shifting is a part of the terrorism). They can't have an opinion, write any muse/topic they wish, be honest on their own blogs, support the "wrong" topics, muns, or blogs. Attacking people for a mistake, not allowing them to address it either, just furthers all of that. It's showing the community what happens when you aren't on the "right" side, even if that isn't even the case. They certainly turn on their own quickly enough.

So, of course, it's a culture of fear and it is disturbing as hell. No one has any right to make someone feel unsafe over fiction or a hobby or a difference of opinion. Everyone has the right to say whatever they want on their own blogs, to talk openly, and yes, to try to talk to others without feeling at risk.

Even if what someone says is genuinely unpleasant. This isn't the way one handles it. By all means, have a problem with something, have a problem with someone, but grow up and talk to them openly, without bringing everyone you can dredge up to join in. I have no issue with people arguing, I have an issue with bullying. If it's your whole goal to harass people without consequences to the end result of deactivation and lockstep behavior from everyone else, that's what you're doing, folks. Bullying.

If you can't win an argument, especially one your own ass began, in any other way than this, you're not engaging in an argument.

#vespertine #answered #anonymous #callout culture #rp harassment

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Lavender Antics

→ Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

→ Summary: Shooting in a drama with him was your absolute nightmare. Working with your enemy and pretending that you were love interests has been the most frustrating experience of your life. Though, after saying your farewells, the scent of lavender never leaves.

→ Genre:enemies to lovers au, idol au, romance, angst, slowburn, comedy.

→ Warnings: Explicit Language. Antics. Mentions of insecurity. Alcohol, Making out. Suggestive?

→ Chapters: 3, 4, 5

"Okay, so, today we went out for some onigiris and lemme just say. These things are literally to die for!" you groaned exaggeratedly, taking out a packaged onigiri from your bag which you bought earlier. You were video chatting with your members, making them suffocate as they watch you devour the rice treat.

"Man, I wish we could've snuck in some back when we were there for our tour." Kiyeon groaned, wiping the drool off the corners of her lips. "Fuck you, y/n! I'm hungry now, and I just had lunch! Not even 30 minutes ago!" Haneul whined.

You laughed, almost choking on rice. "Look at the bright side. When someone asks what did I eat to become so attractive, I could just say 'rice'" you say with a smug shrug. "You did not just quote Jackson Wang while eating an onigiri." Jaehwa huffed with a shake of her head.

"And on the other side, package us some onigiri. Watching you eat in such an ASMR way is making me crave Japan food," Cheonsa chuckled. You took a big bite of the rice treat in your hand before shaking your head, "bitch, you wish you were me right now. But for unceremoniously embarrassing me-"

"Well we attempted, you ran away."

"Embarrassing me! I think y'all don't deserve this exquisite treat." You rolled your eyes when your members cut you off in the middle of your sentence. "Jesus Christ, I'll book a ticket to Japan right now and-" Kiyeon grumbled angrily, opening her phone to pretend as if she was purchasing a ticket.

"Don't be such drama queens. There's onigiri in nearby supermarkets, you could just buy some. Or even better, make some!" you laughed, throwing away the plastic wrapper in the dustbin. "Make some? Girl, who do you think we are? Gordon Ramsey? This ain't Masterchef. I ain't cooking shit if it doesn't mean I ain't getting some cash." Cheonsa sassed.

"Well, I-" you started before you heard a loud obnoxious groan that could be heard from the inner cores of the earth. "OH MY GOD," the male voice groaned in annoyance. Your eye twitched in annoyance as you let out a sigh, looking back at your co-star as you leaned back against your makeup chair.

"Y/n? Who's that?" Haneul asked. You didn't answer her as you continued to glare a hole into the boy, across the room from you,'s head. "Could you keep your masturbation down?" you snarled in annoyance.

"Y/n!" you heard your members scold in a motherly tone at your sexual insult but you ignored them. "ME? You're the one practically blasting your friend's voices up the roof, I could feel blood begging to ooze out of my ears." Jisung shot back.

"What's gotten your panties up in a twist, asshole? Forgot to take your daily dose of warm milk like a baby?" you hissed. "Okay, you two. Before you two start World War III in this here trailer I'm going to cut you both off and tell you that you guys have another scene to shoot." Your stage director chuckled.

You ignored Jisung's loud groan as you look back at your friends with a sympathetic look, "you guys heard the man. I gotta go," you smiled, your thumb hovering over the hang up button. "You better call us tonight, for real this time, y/n." Jaehwa jokes.

"Of course, even though you all treat me like shit, I miss you guys!" you exclaim with a giggle. "It's our job as members to treat you like shit. Plus you treat us the same." Kiyeon responded with an innocent nod. " What she meant was we miss you, too." Haneul gave the older girl a hard glare before waving goodbye at you.

"Bye!" you waved as your members did funny poses as they, too, waved. You giggle as you pressed the hang up button, putting your phone down on the table before walking out of the trailer.

As you arrived at the scene, your makeup artists touched you up with some small blush and brushes to adjust your hair and gave you your school bag. Jeongin standing with a bright smile next to you, "good to see you, y/n." he greeted.

"Jeongin, I literally saw you two minutes ago back when you were playing with your switch in your trailer." you chuckled. "Is it wrong for me to say hello to my little friend?" he smirked, holding the strap of his bag. "Little? I'm older than you." you laughed. "Older? Yes. Who debuted first, exactly? Me. So treat your senior with respect." Jeongin giggled as he got his props on.

"Alright guys, this is the scene where you two are just casually talking to each other and then Jisung runs up and etcetera. You know the drill, you read the script, now focus." your director announced through the speaker as he sat down on his chair.

"Lights! Camera! And Action!"

You clutched your phone as you layed down emotionlessly on the couch in your trailer. You just got news from your family that your grandmother had passed away a couple hours ago. Your mother called you to tell you the news in distraught.

Your sweet grandma that always forced you to eat whenever you were under the pressure of sustaining that perfect idol body. You felt numb and you didn't want to get up to shoot scenes anymore. You just want to be buried under layers of blankets and get up when all the sadness evaporated from your body.

But yet again, this is life. You gotta do what you gotta do. And you can't even go to her funeral considering you were hundreds of miles away and you have an extremely busy schedule ahead of you.

You heard the door open, your make up artist bowing politely at you. You sighed, getting up to sit on the chair infront of the mirror. "Miss. You okay?" they asked as they applied on some concealer underneathe your eyelids.

You hummed sadly, your eyes half lidded and looking down as you fidget with the script in your hands. You lazily flipped through the pages, trying to revert your mind away from the sadness in your gut so that you could memorize your lines.

When you were done, you head to the changing room to put on your costume before going to the makeup room to get some touch ups. Some of the staff questioned your silence and gloomy aura considering you would always joke around on set or make a member of the staff hault their movements to make some witty comments bout the script.

As you got your hair done, you saw your costar come in with a cup of Starbucks in her hand. "Rough day?" she asked, looking at you with hooded eyes as she sipped on her caffeine drink. You nodded slightly, trying not to ruin the hairstylist's work on your hair.

"Mood, girl. Director-nim says that we'll be shooting the next scene in ten so you have quite some time to pick yourself up." she informed as you gave her a weak smile in response. "Honestly, I wanna go back to sleep. Maybe go around to eat some mochi, I heard there's a mochi store nearby and it's to die for."

For the next ten minutes, you continued to hear her suggest all the good cheap snackstores around the area. When you finally got called, you forced yourself to get up from your chair and put down your phone and script on the table.

"I'm going to head out to buy those takoyaki balls outside. I'll buy you some if that'll cheer you up, my treat." she nudged you side with a soft smile which you gave her a small chuckle before shaking your head sadly. "No thanks. I don't feel like it." You walked out of the make up room and onto set.

You were immediately approached by the director telling you what to do in the following scenes, you just gave him a small hums and nods whenever he finishes his sentences.

"Looks like little y/n is out of it, today." Jisung snickered behind your back, making you let out a small huff before clenching your fists to calm yourself down. "Wow. No comebacks? Must be my lucky day!" he exclaimed.

You ignored the smug boy before walking infront of the camera and nodding at the directors that you were ready.

"Are you on your period or something?" Jisung asked as he stood beside you near the bus stop on the way to the hotel. You've been tormented through the day with his harsh remarks and the sadness in your gut just deepened.

You couldn't wait to be engulfed in the warm sheets and cry your frustrations out. You felt like you were bout the burst out sobbing at any moment. "Fuck off, Han. I'm not in the mood." you muttered under your breath.

"Oh, so you finally started talking again? What's got your panties in a twist, Huh?" he chuckled.

It may be because of pure exhaustion, but your vision blurred shortly and for a split second, you saw your grandmother smiling at you with a tray of your favourite treat in hand. Her voice crystal clear as she spoke the words "Y/N, come and eat!" which lingered in your mind.

You shook your head as you felt your eyes tear up. You can't just stand here and wait for the bus and continued to be harassed by this donkey any longer. "I said, fuck off, Han. I'm not in the mood." you said in a much bolder tone as you started to walk away.

And it didn't take long for Han Jisung to catch up on your tail. "What's up with you being all sad and shit the whole day? It's funny to see you like this. Did sad hours open early for you? Seriously, you're acting like somebody died or so-"

"I SAID, FUCK OFF, HAN. IM NOT IN THE MOOD."

You turned to look back at him with your eyes bloodshot red and your bottom lip trembling pathetically. You gazed at his shocked expression before relaxing your gaze and sniffed, covering your face with your scarf as you shivered at the cold wind.

"Leave me alone, Han Jisung. Please. " you sniffed before walking away from the baffled bou who stood there frozen in shock. He didn't even notice the bus that he was waiting for the past ten minutes had finally arrived.

"Hyung!" a voice snapped him out of his trance, making him look back to see his little maknae waving at him in line of the bus. He turned, hoping to see your small figure slowly disappearing but you were long gone.

He sighed as he walked towards the bus and sat next to Jeongin who continued to babble about who knows what. But the only thing Jisung couldn't stop thinking bout was your form trembling on the brink of tears.

this was so bad lol

#lavender antics #stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagine #han jisung imagines #han jisung #skz #skz imagines #skz jisung #skz jeongin #skz angst #skz scenarios #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids fanfic

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fatherquesadilla · 4 years

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Orion D. Black -They/Them · @DungeonCommandr

4th Jul 2020 from TwitLonger

my statement

"It's July 3th and I no longer work for Wizards of the Coast. I no longer work on D&D, the little that I did. This is going to be a long thread and my last for quite a while, so bear with me.

I took the job for two reasons. The first was for the dream. To escape poverty doing what I love, writing and making games. The second was to make D&D welcoming to the millions who are scorned by it.

A lot of people had hope for D&D that they carried with me. While some people were upset to see me work for a corporation that overshadows indie, others hoped that I would be able to make real change. I tried. I failed. And I lost a lot.

Liking a tweet or post, RTing, or even following people who speak ill of WotC can lose you your job in an instant. That's why you never see it happen. @Zbeg is 100% correct. It's a silencing tool. I can say more now.

Kindness doesn't replace respect. Working within your comfort zone doesnt support change. Most people in that group were not ready for me to be there, a nonbinary Black person who would actually critique their problems. Idk what they expected.

I worked hard for a very long time. I got a lot of smiles and vocal support, but it was followed by inaction and being ignored. My coworkers were frustrated for me, and still are now. I confided in them often, cried on shoulders on a few occasions.

I realized at one point that leadership had given me 2 assignments over about 5 months. It was mostly me asking project leads for work, searching out opportunities. Leadership didnt really care about me or my growth. I had to.

I firmly believe that I was a diversity hire. There was no expectation for me to do much of anything. I probably disrupted them by being vocal and following up. It didnt matter if I was supported by seniors and positive.

I think genuine people proposed me as an option and it was accepted because it would look like a radical positive change. It would help quiet vocal outrage. And because I had to stay silent, it was a safe bet.

I started to lose all of my confidence. I started to lose trust in myself. After finding out that I wasnt getting an extension or FTE, I resolved to just finish things out and take care of myself. To stop fighting and to just survive, quietly. But it just kept getting worse.

They would talk about how they're going to start working on treating staff better, retaining contractors, actually answering questions. How much they were invested in diversity and change even though they hired two cis white dudes into two big leadership positions during this. One of whom claimed that he doesnt know what he's doing. No shit. I never want to hear "maybe they just hire the best person for the job" again.

I found out that some of my work was stolen, which destroyed me. It lined up with a project they were going to do and I had sent it in to someone in leadership months ago. The project was announced and this person who contributed "forgot" that we had a meeting where I gave them my ideas, and then a follow up document the day after. I knew nothing was going to be done about it. Someone else told me that the person said sorry that they forgot. That's it.

I was really losing my ability to do much of anything. I have depression and anxiety and ADHD, all of which I manage pretty well. But those parts of me were under the pressure of being ignored, disrespected, "forgotten", and not being able to say a word to the world.

Then, as social unrest continued global due to BLM, the D&D team comes out with their statement. It was like a slap in the face. How much they care about people of color, how much changing things (that I and others had been pushing for months, if not longer) was just going to happen now. It took weeks of protesting across the globe to get D&D to do what people they hired have been already telling them to fix. You cannot, CANNOT say Black lives matter when you cannot respect the Black people who you exploit at 1/3rd your pay, for progressive ideas you pick apart until it's comfortable, for your millions of profit year over year. People of color can make art and freelance, but are never hired. D&D takes what they want from marginalized people, give them scraps, and claim progress.

I spent my time in that building worrying about how much people hated me for working there. I spent a lot of time thinking about how much it hurt to work there. I had and still have supporters, and many. Thanks to you all for being my voice and speaking out when I could not. But I felt so isolated and alone. If not for some coworkers who checked in on me, who were going through the same things? I would've quit. Every angry statement about D&D felt personal because I couldn't fix it. Because I failed, whether it was my fault or not. I felt like I was being trashed by everyone because I could not disconnect what I set as a personal responsibility from the state of the game. That part IS my fault.

But I wound up as I am now because of all of this and much, much more. I am depressed. I am unable to write. I constantly question if anything I create is worth anything. I feel like I let everyone down, and no matter how much people tell me I didnt, that doesnt change. I feel guilty for not being what y'all needed me to be, what I wanted to be, and betrayed for how I was treated at that company. It's an exceptionally kind place on the D&D team. People are very nice to each other in a very genuine way that I truly enjoyed. However, that doesnt replace respect. That doesnt delete how I was treated. It doesnt change the fact that I honestly never want to play a trpg again and am definitely not working in that field anymore.

I know that I'm probably losing a ton of opportunities writing elsewhere because of what I've said here, as well as what I've sent in internally. It may mean that I will return to poverty, which makes me feel like a failure to my race, my family, and my partner who I want to provide the world. But under all these things, I have my integrity. I worked my ass off. I did my best for as long as I could. And I didnt let them treat me like that without telling the world what needs to be said.

Trust actions, not words. Not "look at how much we freelance so and so", because freelancing is exploitation of diversity with no support for the freelancer. Not "here we finally did what we KNOW we should've done a long time ago", because they only care about how optics turn to dollars. EVERYTHING involving D&D will continue to farm marginalized people for the looks and never put them in leadership. They wont be put on staff. They will be held at arms length. I hope they prove me wrong.

A lot of BIPOC and other marginalized people are trying to make their way by using D&D. Dont shame them for that. Think about how much, and when you wield your anger, that it is done righteously.

That said, I dont recommend to anyone, working for the D&D department of Wizards of the Coast."

https://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1sra9pq

#I'm done with them #i've been playing since Volo's was new #and i've been frustrated with their financial screwing over of players #and their continued cultural appropriation and stereotyping #I'm never touching their products again #wizards of the coast #wotc #dungeons & dragons #d&d #time to find some new systems to play

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