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onmyyan · 1 year

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Can I just say this? I am in love with the way you write your yan’s!!! I hate reading ff’s of yan’s who are horrible to their darlings like why do that?!? I love how soft you make them with their darlings, makes me fall in love with them too <3

A question though: how would cas + his family react to their darlings having another yan pursuing them who has a more aggressive and violent approach to the reader? Are they thinking 🔪 straight away or a more competitive approach with them to see who truly loves their darling?

A/N: loved this request so much I'm gonna split it into four more parts 4 each of the Delmont boys, up first is our boy Caspian!! NOT EDITED

TW'S: YANDERE, THREATS OF GUN VIOLENCE( THERES NO GUN) VIOLENCE(never against reader), CURSING, BLOOD

Set up: You and your boy are in that early stage of the relationship where you've been on a few dates (read: You said hello to him ONCE and he's stalked you a few times) but hasn't officially asked you out yet for whatever reason, he himself already knows you're his, he was just waiting for the right moment to tell you that, he wanted everything to be perfect for his darling, its what you deserved after all, but then he catches sight of a vermin trying to weasel its way in between your blossoming love, and he just can't let that slide.

Caspian watched the scene unfolding before him in silent fury, his dough all but forgotten as that roach stole his rightful spot by your side, he'd robbed Cas of the chance to bask in your glory while the teacher had his's attention. Our towering man couldn't fight back the nasty look on his face as the idiot currently talking your ear off didn't seem to grasp the fact that you were just responding out of politeness, Cas could gather that much from the irritated look on your face, and the sight of your discomfort was so enraging he gripped the bowl hard enough to shatter in his hands, the porcelain cutting an angry line down the center of each palm, something he didn't even notice until your worried gasp hit his ears.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" You'd rushed over to his side without thinking, a clean towel pressing gently to his wounds, he felt himself smiling at the display, his foul mood replaced with an instant peace, the warmth that always settled around him whenever you were near was addicting.

"I get real clumsy sometimes- don't worry sweetheart I'll make it." He said with a charming wink, the sweet fluster it brought to your face was worth every drop of blood in his veins, he had to fight hard not to coo at the way you fussed over him, then he felt it.

A burning glare from across the room.

It was the same look feral dogs had in their eye when they were about to make a meal out of someone. The eyes on him came with a heavy fog of malice, it made him look up to meet the hateful stare of the man you'd all but forgotten about in your haist to treat him. He leaned on his knuckles so hard the skin turned white, when Cas returned the heated stare he didn't back down, instead he seemed to glower even harder than before, his upper lip twitching in a barely contained snarl.

A wicked little grin grew on Caspian's lips, he knew that look all too well. It seems like his Darling Honey had gone and attracted a fly, but not to worry, he had a knack for pest elimination. He let you coddle him, wincing and whining at random points just to watch the way you pout at his pain, it had the butterflies in his stomach going wild, every soft touch from your hand made the hair on his neck raised, the way you offered to help him for the rest of the class, no hesitation, he knew you were the one.

He walks you to your car, all the while a deep warm baritone voice pleading for a call once you returned home safely, then quietly made his way back to the alleyway you two passed earlier, just as he expected a hand shot out from the shadows to grab at his sweater collar, the wide-eyed man from class had his free hand in his pocket, posed in a position that made it seem as if he was holding a gun. "Listen here you pompous fuck- I'm only saying this once, that pretty little thing is mine. I've been working her for weeks so don't even think about coming in between me and her." He was a good head shorter than Caspian and had it been anyone else the little display of intimidation might have worked, but it wasn't.

It was Caspian.

He rocked his head forward with all the strength in his body, knocking into the shorter male so hard that a small cut appeared on his now bruised skin, his tough guy act vanished in a second as he tried in vain to nurse the growing welt on his forehead. His fingers touched the wound, pulling back with a hiss, blood began pooling down his face.

"Y-You cock sucker! You actually hit me?" He punctuated his sentence by throwing a sneaky punch in the much larger male's face. Caspian took the hit without blinking, before the stranger could think, a searing pain erupted from his throat, forcing his haggard breaths to come out in shallow wheezes. Caspian sighed through his nose as if mildly inconvenienced, shaking his hand from the brutal strike, he hated hitting bone, but he needed to keep this one quiet, he slowly rolled up his sweater sleeves, his thick forearms twitching in anticipation, "When you threaten someone," he said swiping a thumb across the small cut on his lip, his arm snaking around the scrawny man's throat, He scooped the smaller man into a headlock, the flailing roach in his arms him froze up when Caspian's right hand suddenly gripped his jaw hard enough for an audible crack to be heard.

"You should make sure the guy yer trynna' fuck with isn't me."

The next time you see Cas he has a new cut on his lip, and his knuckles are wrapped as if he'd gotten into some kind of fight, the thought made you laugh, Caspian? The same Caspian who helped you out in class more than your actual instructor, the teddy bear who teared up when his macarons came out flat? That Caspian? Yeah right.

"Oh, this? I knocked into my stove last night- I was so excited for the cookies I forgot about depth perception for a sec." He seemed to brighten at your laughter, the gore he had to clean off his hands well into the hours of the morning all but vanishing at the sight of your angelic smile.

"We're gonna have to Cas-proof your house before you really hurt the goods." your hand tapped against his large chest in a comforting manner, and he could tell from the way you bumped his hip with your own it was a joke but our man is ever the opportunist, gently grabbing your hand, his warm fingers tightening when you didn't pull away.

"What about later tonight? You cover up all the sharp corners and I'll make you dinner?"

#yananswers #anon submission #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere oc x reader #caspian delmont #caspian x reader #caspian delmomt x reader #yandere oc caspian

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xotrashratxo · 6 months

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Nerdy Prudes Must Die: Thoughts During the Premier last night Part 2: Everything Else

⚠️SPOILERS FOR NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE UNDER THE CUT!!!!⚠️

AND THERES OUR BACKSTORY YALL!

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER

She’s so evil I love her.

OMG MINOR KEY

FORESHADOWING???

THE HATCHETFIELD ACTION NEWSSSSS

Kyle and Brenda are so adorableeeeee

AWEEEE EVERYONE’S ADORABLE!!! they’re gonna die.

Mariah’s extensions kinda ate.

THEY ARE SO ADORABLE IM GONNA CRY!!!!

Jason and Kyle are so in love lol.

N-IG-HT-AWE AWE- ks!

FUCK clivesdale.

FUCK YOU CLIVESDALE WE’LL KILL YOU!

AWEEEEE

I LOVE FORGIVENESS!!!

oh no he’s gonna die.

Here comes the horror bro.

OMG ITS THE INTRO!

Get this shit a Kill Count.

OH MY GOD THE GHOST MAKEUP I LIVEEEEEEEE unlike Richie.

RIP Richie. He was just starting to live.

I hate theatre kids /j

HE’S EATING

THE SMOKE CLUB OMGGGG

OMGGGG ITS THE NAME OF THE SHOWWWW

HE’S RUNNING AROUND THE AUDITORIUM!!!

It’s giving 80s I love it.

REPEAT AFTER MEEEE I LIVEEEE

WHO WILL PRAY FOR ME WHEN I’M GONEEEEEEE

OMG THE BACKGROUND GIRLIESSS

THAT SHIT HIT SO HARD OMGGGG

THE NIGHTMARE TIME THEMEEEE

THE LIGHTNING!!!!

FUCK CLIVESDALE.

RUTH FLEMMING OMG

And we’re all caught up.

GASP THE COOL BEANS WERE SPILT

THE HATCHETFIELD ACTION NEWS WITH DAN AND DONNA!!!!

Fucking Clivesdale.

oh I love fear mongering.

YESSSS REPORTER JOEYYYYY DAN REYNOLDS I LOVEEEEE

OMG THEY’RE EATINGGGGG

OMG HATCHET SOMG EATS

NOT DONNA

“DAN!”

Ziggy cameo!!!!!

MAN IN A HURRY!!!!!

I love a cameo song!!!!

CHARLIE

THE LOCKDOWN OMG-

She ATE HOLY SHIT!!!!

GERALD

LINDA

THIS EATS I LIVEEEE

JAZZ HANDS

“Suddenly the show is real upsetting!”

HOLY SHIT THAT ATEEEE

Slaaaay miming Joey

The barbecue monologueessssss

What accent is that. Southern, New York, slightly British???

YESSS MIMING

PUNSSS

Oh Barbecue monologues is gonna fucking EAT.

Fucking TREVOR.

Thank you 10!

Uh oh.

OH she’s a theatre kid. Aw I’m gonna cry at her death.

no the lighting is red.

*Ruthy EATS*

She just wants to be loved ☹️

YESSSS LAURENNNNNN

Im gonna cryyyyy

NO THE RED LIGHTTTT

HER ANXIETYYY NOOO

NOOOO

Stop I’m cryingggggg

*Pets dead Ruthy’s head*

That ATE omgggg

*Drinks hot water instead of coffee.*

Fuck Clivesdale.

oh shit at the old Wayland place. Next to the body. Fuck.

GOD’S PLAN

OMG SHE SWORE

OMG SHE DREW A GUN ON A COP

OMG GRACE IS EVIL

OMG THE COP THEMEEEEEE

DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN

PAUL AND EMMA HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

CUP OF BLACK COFFEE THEME

IM GONNA DIE

HE’S ON NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH

PETER IS HOT CHOCOLATE BOY CONFIRMED

If they start singing Your Fault I’m gonna scream.

Speaking of, “HWHAT???”

OMG THEY’RE BREAKING UP.

Love a good angry breakup sexual tension song

OH MY GOD HE CALLED HER A MEAN GIRL GET IT CAUSE MARIAH WAS REGINA GEORGE OH MY GOD

They’re gonna kiss.

Grace swearing is hilarious

LOOK OUT SHE’S GOT A GUN

*whips out a Canadian accent*

THE COPS THEME

INTO THE ALLEY OMG

*screams*

Omg she’s crazy

ALL TOO WELL MAYOR???

COREY OMG

why is the mayor…. Kinda fineee???

HE KNOWS. HE KNOWSSSSSS.

Why is mayor lauter….. kinda fine????

THE STARRY CHILDREN FUCK

AXES.

It’s the lords fuck.

Bro said fuck science.

GASP. He’s killing his daughter.

GASP X2! He foreshadowed this! HE SAID HE DIDNT CARE IF SHE DIED OMG I OMG OMG.

Her dad is a cultist omg

THE NIGHTMARE TIME THEME OMGGGG

THE BLACK BOOK OMGGGGG

THE FUCKING- THE FUCKING DARK GODS!!! WIGGLY AND HIS FUCKERS

THE LORDS IN BLACK OMGGGGG

He already performed a ritual didn’t he

OMG HEAD IN THE CAR OMG GET IT

well shit there’s red lighting.

shucks. nothing like traumatizing Corey and Mariah by killing their kid/parent

THE STARLIGHT THEATER (TGWDLM), THE MALL (Wiggly), OMG

Officer Shapiro eats. But NOT. Ben.

Couldn’t avoid the tide pods huh?

RIP Officer Shapiro, she was a bad bitch.

bring about the apocalypse. The apotheosis is upon us.

OH THAT HIT.

ATEEE

HELLO FWENDY WENDSSSSS

I love them omggggg

OH GET IT CAUSE PETER IS RELATED TO TED AND THE TIME ONE.

PALLY WALS!!!!

OH MY GOD EVERYONE WHO’S A LORD HAS DIED.

DROWSIE TOWNNNN

NO NEVER WHATEVER THEY WANT

why do I get Oompa Loompa vibes tho.

WHAT DO YOU WANT STEPH!!!

Nooooooooo my boyyyyyyy

They’re fucking EATINGGGG.

Oooooh they ate.

Noooooooo my boyyyyyyy

IM CRYINGGGGGG.

NOT A FUCKING REPRISE IM GONNA DIE

IM GONNA CRYYYY

I think I own that flannel.

ANYWAY I’M BAWLING MY EYES OUT.

OH MY GODDDDD

NOOOOOOOOO

OH MY GOD

IM FUCKING CRYING

IM CRYING

NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Grace! Distraction! Yay! oh no.

I hate this.

Grace is so evil I love her.

Sexxxx with a ghostttt-

ANGELA ATE THAT UP.

Grace, you fucking queen. *Smokes a cigarette after sex.*

LMAO HER CHASTITY GET IT.

THAT ATE OMG MY BOY IS ALIVE OMG MY FAVORITE STRAIGHT COUPLE IS ALIVE!!!

Rip Mayor Lauter, you were kinda hot.

FUCK Clivesdale.

OFFICER SHAPIROOOOO MY QUEEEN

OH MY GOD THE FIRST SPANKOVSKI MAN TO KNOW HOW TO DANCEEEEE

OH MY GOD ITS A POP PUNK REPRISE OMGGGG

oh this makes me smileeeeee

but the cliffhangers that come from Hatchetverse. What’s the twist.

This homecoming flash mob is too good. I’m terrified.

this is too good what’s happening.

What’s the twist here. What is it. WHY IS THERE A BLACKOUT.

THATS WHAT I THOUGHT. THATS WHAT I THOUGHT.

aweeeeee this is gonna be bad. Yeah, get tricked Jason.

She’s gonna kill him.

Yup. the sequel: Horny Pervs Must Die.

OH she’s a reverse succubus?

YESSSSS TWIST ENDINGGGGG

DIRTY DUDES MUST DIE LMAOOOOO

Grace is psycho and I love her.

Angela, my chaos hamster.

WHO WILL PRAY FOR YOUUUUUU-

Darkness will spare my soul!

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

ATEEEEEEE

THE FUCKING HATCHET SONG FOR THE CREDITS I LIIIIIVE!!!

#starkid #team starkid #nerdy prudes must die #hatchetverse #npmd #lords in black #nerdy prudes spoilers #grace chastity #max jagerman #peter spankoffski #stephanie lauter #richie lipschitz #ruth Fleming #fuck clivesdale #npmd spoilers #starkid npmd

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rubyneo · 3 months

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so (claps my hands together) they 100% misused neo here. they shouldve shown her and what she was doing in EA more. what screen time they did give her was often underwhelming. i had a complete lack of reaction to a certain kiss (& the whole scene honestly). it literally did nothing for me. just like. Ok. finally. it was dumb as fuck that yang was more concerned about defending blake from rubys outburst than she was about her sister clearly being in SEVERE distress?!? ruby the girl who's never lashed out like this ever, the sister she raised and would do anything for. okk... i liked jaune's arc though i thought that was well done + i love that he got to keep the white hair after being younged. the wk moments were... interesting. curious to see where they go with that. i LOVED the brothers lore it literally made me jaw drop. the baby brothers were so cute... really love that they were FROM EA rather than having created it. also the implication that they can come and go from there as they pleased? not really plausible imo but it couldve been interesting to. see them. umm. the neo illusion scene i loved everything about roman ofc. his final line made me cry really hard. clover was funny as hell to me. that man did fucking NOTHING. he only did things as part of the group and then during the fight he literally just stood there holding kingfisher. presumably bc neo had no idea how he fought. he was just there to be a number in the group + to turn into qrow. lionheart at least used his weapon in the fight. neo's backstory shouldve been more explored beyond a couple paintings and a couple lines from roman. not everyone has read roman holiday. ozpin using his cane in the fight like roman (hitting and bludgeoning rather than the fencing style) was a good detail. i've seen people get all up in arms about penny and ironwood being there but like. it is not unreasonable for neo to have made an educated guess as to what happened with them. the summer scenes were fantastic i love her axe-gun. yes ruby stop putting your mom on a pedestal she was a person too! though interesting that it took her so long to be like GASP my mom LIED?!? when in v7 qrow literally tells her that summer had a lot of secrets. meaning she lied a lot. ALSO very interested in who raven portaled to. if qrow knows more than hes been telling or if theres another person we havent met that raven found important enough to have immediate access to. weiss being made into the comedy character was.. annoying to say the least. neo's ending was unsatisfying in a lot of ways. i think this volume couldve done with another couple of episodes to fully flesh out ideas. sorry this was long lmao but it think this is a decent summary of my thoughts

YEAH!!!! honestly so many of my issues with it definitely could have been fixed with just like 2 extra episodes to fit in more of the build up (especially to the ruby and neo plot). bees were fine but they were like meant to be a d-plot to me. i figured it would be like primary plot is trying to get home interspersed with the ruby and neo dramatic build up and ruby's mental state deteriorating, b plot was what was goin on with jaune, c plot is The Penny Thing, and then bees could be doing their thang in the bg.

still mad ruby and neo's Whole Deal was like an episode and 4 lines of dialogue outside of that.

summer and raven's little adventure makes me so fucking crazy. i fully expect the person raven portalled to to be the spring maiden, and lowkey i think its possible it could be gretchen. the timeline would certainly line up.

neo's ending...i was able to be okay with it until i saw that the writers were literally like well she's a fan favourite so we knew we couldnt just off her so we had to give her a more gentle send off like KILL YOURSELVES!!!!!! sniffle. they rly just dropped at the last second "neo is jealous of the love ruby gets from her friends 🥺🥺 now she's gonna kill herself" LIKE SHUT UPPPPP.

the highs for me were VERY high (ruby snapping! neo's dialogue as an echo of salem's! jaune being a crazy hermit to parallel to ozpin! the brothers bg! summer and raven! the horror elements!!!) and the lows were very low. but if theyd had like literally just 2 more episodes i think it would have flowed a lot better and not felt quite so...rushed near the end.

#bayley tag #💌.txt #it wasnt a bad season by any means it still ranks way over v7 to me #but it was just like goddamnnnnn there was so much i was expecting from crew teases and such that just...wasnt there

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nervousron · 1 year

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Chronological Lazlow Jones quotes and facts from Vice City, up to GTAV

22 year old radio intern Lazlow covers his eyes and hides in the corner when ladies enter the recording booth without their shirts

“Im 100% rebel. I got kicked out of school after the 12th grade, man” (for non-american readers, this would be university)

“Dont sell out. I never will”

“I am the master of darkness - that’s why my name’s Lazlow”

“Remember, Im going to be famous one day.”

Lazlow’s V-Rock Radio job application was sent in hand written calligraphy with a bouquet of flowers

Lazlow was in high school band

“I flunked school cuz im parkour”

He is pro gun and conservative

“How is that fair? I mean Im white, middle-class, very erudite -um, yknow, whatever that means- but people just respond badly to me, i don't understand it”

“-and you keep saying ‘im from the streets’, Yknow what dude? Everyone has a street in front of their house, that doesn't make you cool”

“Its kinda been a dream of mine to sleep with housewives…”

“I love your strap, you’re a great guy!”

Lazlow was tricked into joining the military briefly

Lazlow’s mom sent him to inversion and conversion therapy

“This is the west coast. I’m only into lesbians, man”

Lazlow breaking into tears when a caller continuously encourages Lazlow to shave his bush so his dick looks bigger

“Hanging upside down to sleep doesnt make you cool, or alternative. I know because I tried it”

A guy called in saying he moved from Hampshire and Lazlow told him his english was good and asked if it was hard getting used to the language

As of gta III Lazlow is married. As of IV he is divorced, balding, and has a mustache. His wife left him for his best friend after he brought home a heavily drugged woman for a threeway.

He used to look at his best friends dick when he was sleeping.

(About the Brittish)“I think they were speaking English before we were. I mean, the people here were speaking Cherokee and Shoshone.”

Lazlow gets upset when a man implies spanking kids is okay. He gets even more upset when he realizes the man doesn’t have kids and just wants to be spanked

“My father was strangely silent my whole childhood, which y’know, explains a lot”

“So you would MILK your grandmother like some kind of TEAR COW?”

Lazlow pushed a hotdog salesman’s head into a pot of boiled hot dog water and tried to drown him. This was a very cathartic experience for him.

“You stick your hand down a stripper's panties, yknow, and you discover a pair of balls. Well guess what baby? The bitch is back. But im not a bitch, Im a man. Uhh-”

Lazlow was regularly caught kissing men backstage at concerts in the 80s

Lazlow mentions its easier to spike women’s drinks with GHB in Liberty City than Vice City

“Go play sudoku and die peeing on yourself”

“You’re not my type. I prefer unconscious chicks or milfs with stretch marks”

Lazlow has tried blogging, being in porn, vinewood, working glory holes, and taking "facefulls of pills" to be happy.

“dude. Can you really not rub your junk and talk about schools. Dude. dude.”

“And you just wish that ONCE you could share a bed with someone who wouldnt get creeped out by the pictures of my ex wife on the nightstand”

“You can catch an STD! From a Him/Her!”

Lazlow bites strangers when he’s mad

“Im a RAGING heterosexual”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. Y’know, I’ve worn some panties. Its not weird if a chick asks you to do it. Then its hot”

He begs strangers on the street to watch him windmill his dick online.

“This mustache once got me laid. Yeah, Yeah.”

“Isnt there one where theres a cup and two girls…”

He accosts Fred Armisen in the street. Fred is somehow much worse than Lazlow.

“DUR DUR DUR text message. EL OH EL”

“You’ll NEVER get to experience the 80s”

“For once, Lazlow is not getting bummed. I’M doing the bumming”

in Episodes From Liberty City, Lazlow’s mother and step-father pay for his radio show and he lives in their home. He hates his step-dad and new step-sisters

“Im the g-spot of radio”

“I’m here to stay. Like the national debt. or syphilis.”

Lazlow’s brother is a tv producer

Lazlow promised $2 to a man to follow him down the street with a saxophone to set atmosphere for his radio show

“I’ve really gotta spread my scent right now. And by that, I mean pee”

Lazlow’s step-dad is a mortician

Lazlow is pro choice, but only because he doesnt want to be a hypocrite

Lazlow’s sister was supposedly kidnapped. He claims he did not personally murder her.

“Nicaragua. Which is a company that sells nicotine… water”

“Do have a second for gay rights?” “Okay, a second. Sometimes five minutes if I’m drunk and nobody’s looking”

Lazlow makes his intern follow him with a camera and pretend to be paparazzi. It backfires.

Lazlow got hairplugs some time between IV and V

Lazlow invented podcasting

“It’s not molesting if they’re ugly. Trust me, i’ve been doing it for years”

“Molesting is when they’re human and cant complain, or dont like peanut butter on their junk. Those sheep wouldnt have complained if they COULD have. They were loving it!”

Lazlow’s intern tells everyone at the gay bar that Laz wants to get railed by three guys. Lazlow, not understanding spanish, is very excited by the attention.

Lazlow knows space facts off the top of his head

Lazlow Wants to cum in zero G

He has a grandma fetish

Lazlow talks about his experience of getting pissed on by groups of strange men

Lazlow is "Left wing", but only because he doesnt want to be fired

Through tears “I dont understand valleys or clouds, it sounds like a nursery rhyme”

Lazlow told the press Michael "molested (him) into cutting his hair"

Lazlow got roofied at his Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting

Through tears “Tony? Can we hug? Please? You shouted at me a lot… And Tony? I dont think you can say ‘Gay Tony’ anymore, it’s not PC, the internet will go crazy”

Lazlow spins records at kids birthdays

“He wants me to beatbox, i’m gonna fuckin get LAAIIDDD”

“One more scandal will ruin me. I’m WOKE now”

#lazlow jones #grand theft auto #gtav facts #im working on replies i promise #but i listened to all his dialogue at work today so. lazlow time

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thedisablednaturalist · 3 months

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Watching the news and they went around in pro-trump areas and asked people if they'd prefer a dictator or 4 more years of Biden and so many people immediately went ID LOVE IF TRUMP WAS A DICTATOR I WANT HIM TO BE PRESIDENT FOREVER!!! Like they know exactly what a dictator is. They WANT him to be a dictator. They want all the powerlessness and cruelty and fascism that comes with that. Even minorities who would absolutely be victimized by that authoritarian system! Because somehow they feel exempt? Or that their loyalty will protect them somehow? Its scary. Looking into their eyes and seeing them say that with joy in their hearts. Maddening...sickening..I want to throw up.

So many people fought and died so we wouldn't be led by dictators. Protestors and suffragettes and panthers. WE ARE STILL FIGHTING. It's just like how so many fought and died to bring vaccines to isolated areas but now people easily dismiss and villanize those life-saving medications. Because they can EASILY access them and have the PRIVILEGE to go to the hospital when they eventually get sick. I'm finally able to get my covid booster and these people who HAVE INSURANCE AND CAN EASILY GET THE VACCINE refuse to. Based on what? A paper they didn't read by a disgraced and disbarred doctor? I wish I could get the vaccine using their privilege. I wish I could give all the vaccines to people who actually want them and can't get them.

Why would you think that YOU'D be safe? You'd be the exception? That Trump would see you as anything more than a tiny piece of dirt that he can exploit and grind into dust for even an inch of power. Even if you are a white, cis, abled, heterosexual, evangelical, neurotypical man. He does not care about you. And you want him to have absolute power? I thought you weren't supposed to have any other gods but you easily bow down to the first rich man to talk to you and worship him like dogs. You suck his boots and thank him for the privilege. You greedily lap up the brainwashing and act like somehow you are the rebel, the badass, for letting him use and discard you. Handing over everything to a man you've never met just because he hates the people you hate. Well he hates you too. Actually, he doesn't care enough to hate you like he does us. You're nothing to him. Not even a pawn, you're not even on the board. You excitedly praise that nazi fascist shithead like hes some kind of messiah. Because you think he'll make your life better, take from those hippie liberals and mexicans and what? Give it all to you? His supporters? He would rather give it all to fucking Biden himself than give you anything more than a sneer.

You could be on the side that's trying and bleeding to prevent suffering. That's trying to HELP YOU. That wants everyone to have a good life. That have way more in common with you than you have with that fuck. That's trying to let you keep your house and keep the air you breathe and the water you drink clean, and let you go to the doctor when you're sick and let you worship in peace but you would give that all up because not everyone wants to go to your church? That some guy wants to wear a dress? That *gasp* you might see some men kissing? That your sons and daughters might be brought up in a school that feeds them, cares for them no matter what, gives them an education FOR FREE because theres a chance they might have to sit next to a kid with brown skin? That our mission is love? You would rather fight for hate? Even if that hate is against you? You refuse the flower to take the gun and point it at yourself while the rich and powerful laugh? They don't care about God or Jesus or whoever your favorite saint is. They don't care about hard-working people (they love exploiting them though), they don't care about children or mothers or fetuses. They'll take your guns eventually and lie about praying for your murdered children. They ONLY care about themselves and will lump you in with us as soon as you're no longer useful. They don't protect Christians, good cops, kids, or unborn babies or anyone else they hide behind. They don't care that you've voted for Trump. He'd be a dictator he wouldn't have to care about anyone but himself.

#wrenfea.vent #im tired of all the hate #I know all the different factors that make someone fall into the white supremacy pipeline #but it still doesn't make sense #ive met people who are just ignorant and dont pay attention. i can understand and sympathize with them (not that I agree)#and i fight for a world where they have easy access to education and news that isn't full of brainwashing #but the people who know exactly what theyre doing? i cant come to terms with it #i think a lot of it has to do with lack of community and diversity in thinking and perspective #when youve been around only people like you for a long time...you become scared and tend to get caught in the echo chamber

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swtki · 2 years

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Too Nice To Talk To - P.P

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Pairing: TASM! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Summary: Peter loves her, the only problem is that she’d be in so much danger if he dare spoke to her

Warnings: Swearing, if you choose to listen to the song they do say the R slur in it. (it was the 80s), very dramatic Peter, mostly fluff, reader doesn’t know Peter is Spiderman

A/N: I love this song SO much

Too Nice To Talk To - Wha’ppen? - The English Beat

Its too late now, its twenty past two. I spent the night just watching you.

Making sure you were safe, that there wasn’t a single threat around.

I watched you every night, no matter where you were. You could be walking home with some girlfriends, and I was lurking in the shadows, making sure nobody followed you all. Or you could be home, dancing in her kitchen as you reheated last nights Indian food, butter chicken. The place downstairs from your apartment had the best butter chicken in Queens.

Now I think quite a lot as I stare at my shoes, About all these things that I put myself through.

Why do I watch you so intensely if I know I could never make you mine? I don’t know, Y/N. Theres something alluring about you. But ultimately, I know, you’re too nice to talk to.

I could never forgive myself if I hurt this ray of sunshine. Just by introducing myself as anything other than your friendly neighborhood spider-man could cause my enemy to pounce on you. To get to me.

One time, I did think about introducing myself as Peter Parker. We were in the subway, you were standing a foot away from me, and I glance but you just stare me through.

But eventually, I got my chance to talk to you. Unfortunately, it was because you were almost getting mugged. Of course, I stepped in right as the gun was pulled out. I knocked him out, webbing him to the wall. You looked at me, shocked. unsure of what to say. Finally, you spoke.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it! What else is the friendly neighborhood Spider-man for?”

You smile and start walking away. I should have said something, I should have made my move.

So, I went back to watching you. Until I couldn’t. I tapped on your window one night, your fourth story apartment window. You look confused and then shocked when you saw my big white eyes staring back at you. You opened your window.

“Hey spider- man, can I help you?“ You were unsure how to feel about me.

“Patrol is a bit boring tonight, came to see if I could offer a pretty lady like yourself any flowers.” I pulled the bouquet from behind my back.

Your eyes widened and you froze. “How did you- why did you- what?” but nevertheless you grasped them in your hands and you welcomed me into your apartment.

“Sorry it’s not the cleanest.” You said, kicking a pile of clothes under the bed. I’d plopped down onto the plush floor and looked around.

“This is a very nice room.” You rolled your eyes and we walked out into the main kitchen and living area.

“So,” You pull a vase out of the cabinet, it’s purple, your roommates favourite color it would seem. “Do you make pit stops to give all the women in queens a bouquet of flowers, or am I special?” My face burned under my mask, you were looking at me, talking to me.

“Just you. There’s something about you, Y/N.”

Your eyebrows raised, and for a minute I thought I’d offended you. Felt such a fool I felt you knew, But you might tell me to go away.

“Do you, um, do you want something to drink?” You turned to the fridge and opened it. “I have beer, hard cider, Dr. Pepper, sprite?”

I laughed, “tap water, if you have it of course” You laughed back.

“Of course.”

I wanted to throw myself at you, to kiss you right then and there.

This evening hasn't gone like I planned, Should I take the situation in hand?

Unfortunately, I chose the other end of the bad choice spectrum.

You handed the glass to me, to which I drank in one swift move.

“How did you know my-“ You started,

“Well, I should be going, thanks for the water!” I ran Out the window you might say I'm out of of my mind.

But you're too nice to talk to.

Too nice.

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skybristle · 4 months

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thinking about the breakdown of chimes and spark's relationship sooo hard rn. like. he was happy to consider her his senior despite everything with ash for thousands upon thousands of cycles. they may not have been close given sparks nature but he would have considered her a good friend and someone so responsible, thoughtful, brilliant, and driven. and she probably liked his relaxed and caring attitude.

but when sparks finally breaks and flies off the handle into her own. like. episode. and fully centers the disaster regarding whispers into her own personal excuse for revenge against the people who hurt her. and god is chimes a patient and kind man. thats his whole thing. and he tries to talk and he waits and waits and waits for her to calm down so she can be reasoned with but it just. doesn't happen. as whispers sits, basically hostage, in starlight's can as tensions rise and rise and he fears something will happen to them if they wait too long.

so he takes it into his own hands. theres no other choice, really, aurora is distancing herself and ochre is too ill. and as he spends his time bioengineering that loss of patience for the situation morphs into frustation and a loss of patience with sparks. he understands her pain and feels terrible he didnt help her sooner but she fashioned herself a senior but as soon as a calamity happened she was the first to fall to infighting.

when mercy leads to whisper's ascension around the same time sparks' plan to fuck up ash and steal true seniority happens and all hell breaks loose. .. goddd the arguement. she comes back to the group, guilt-stricken, begging to be told shes a good person and she tried and she did what was right.

ochre is trying to mediate. aurora is thoroughly dissociated out of this whole mess by now. but chimes frustration finally breaks through and he tells her a piece of his mind, that, yeah, it is all your fucking fault! jesus christ! and like YEAH he's right but bad timing man [bad timing is kind of the theme of all of this- they're in the right place motivation-wise but dont know how to execute or are doing it when other things are more important]. so sparks, incredidubly vulnerable and scared and fragile and angry, fires right back that he basically loaded the gun for whisper's suicide. so its just this complete fucking MESS of a back and forth that neither of them really have the heart to sustain until sparks kills his overseer and kicks everyone else out before shutting down her comms, now with the power of seniority backing her.

shes so scared of rejection- so scared she could have done the wrong thing, had become like the people who hurt her.

so she doubles down. well then, chimes, i'll *prove* it. she'll fix this all by herself. so she turns her attention to maw. god they make me sooo ill

#sky rambles #oc tag: resonant chimes #oc tag: countless swirling sparks #story tag: bending horizons #FUCK theyre so fascinating to me dudeeee

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fcknstar · 1 year

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,, what he sees "

- harryosborn x fem!reader

a.n : i dont really know what to say here omfg. its like one am here and im tired. ive edited this btw but if theres mistakes im sorry, ill edit it aft i get some sleep. im actually inlove with the idea of harry and his gun, is that bad???

warnings : mentions of gun , none??

**lowercase intended**

you were always deemed an outcast. but you were fine with it, a peaceful life without chaos. well that was until you associated yourself with harry. harrys a ladys man. everybody knew that. he knew how to please a woman, how to treat them right. but the only reason why he never got into a real relationship was because he was looking for the right woman. people only wanted to meet him, fuck him was to only tell others that they did. harrys smart, he wasnt so needy for some female attention. however, when he met you one day at a cafe, really struck harry like a lighting bolt. he wasnt able to get you out of his mind. you on the other hand, living without any attention, yearned for it. so when harry gave you that smallest attention, you were hooked.

if current you told younger you thatd youd be working with bad guys, younger you would have laughed at your face, cause who would be so stupid. well you apparently. now, you find yourself facing harry.

" where were you? " harrys stern voice with the clacks of his heels irked you terribly. rhino, not waiting for your answer spoke up.

" well of course, she was with peter parker. " rhino laughed, knowing that the secret between you two broke. you made him swear that he will not tell a single soul thatd youd be heading out to meet some friends when he caught you sneaking out of the building. only to find rhino tracking you down the whole entire time. how did he do it? spies.

" you little bit- " as you stomped towards rhino, a hand stopped you. rhino being pleased laughed loudly. " what do you think will happen if a secret slipped out that you are working with us? what will peter think of you then? " rhino was just taunting you at this point, and you know it. you didnt have a temper or anything, but he has been pissing you off ever since he came into the group. " you wouldn't dare " the sadness of your voice only satisfied rhino. before he could get another word out, harry took his gun out and directed it to rhino.

" you might wanna rethink your words. " harrys glare didnt falter. nodding his head towards the door, rhino knew better than to disrespect harry.

" and you, you knew peter betrayed me, and you still- "

" i did what i had to do okay? i was just catching up with him after what happened. we were close and all- " you tried explaining yourself but it didnt seem to satisfy harry.

" yea yea but you don't want me to throw you out, right? after seeing that you technically disobeyed me..disposing you sounds great right now " harry was doing it out of pure pleasure. swinging his gun around, his gaze hard on you. seeing you look at your boots while shaking your head pleased harry. harrys words were merely an empty threat cause he knew that he couldn't live without you. harry was the only guy that ever saw you. he saw great potential in you. he was the only one that saw everything you did, all your achievements. he was there for you when you had nobody.

walking closer to you, he used his gun to lift your head up and brushed away the pieces of hair that was covering your face. placing the gun back to the bottom of your chin, he guided your head towards him slowly. not long after, you felt the warmth of harrys lips on yours. he had always shown you affection, but this wasnt what he usually did. the kiss was slow, and passionate. the emotions that was sent to each other with just a kissed confirmed how much you both liked each other. smiling into the kiss when he felt you reciprocate it only gave him the signal that you wanted it and with that. the kiss was deepened.

#imagines #oneshots #dane dehaan #harry osborn x reader #tasm!harry osborn #tasm!harry osborn x reader #valerian #valerian and the city of a thousand planets #valerianxreader

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shivering-isles-cryptid · 2 years

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Music in the moonlight

Summary: After Cairo and Khonshu releasing them, Marc and Steven feel empty, without a purpose. That is, until they come to the park one night and find a man playing the violin. Who knew that one song could make so many emotions.

Request: Yes / No

Warnings: An attempted mugging, crying cops, crying Steven Grant, crying reader, blood

Steven was walking his usual trail when he heard it. The soft and sharp sound of a violin. When he did, he had been thinking about everything thats happened in the past 2 weeks. Marc, Khonshu, Laylah, Cairo, losing his job, dying. It was all overbearing, but worst was the sense of loneliness that was left when neither he nor Marc could talk to Khonshu. Thats what led to these walks. Even if he was a heartless, decomposed pigeon, the pair had grown used to him being their. But that emptiness was somehow being filled with that music, the melody lifting all of Stevens emotions. As he moved closer, he saw a man standing in front of the fountain, watching the water and playing. He was completely lost in his song and didn't notice when Steven began listening behind him. As the song kept going, Steven felt more and more emotions build inside him until he began crying. When the man started to slow down before stopping, Stevens eyes were dry and puffy. "Wow." The man whirled around, shock on his face. "Gods, I didn't realize someone was here!" Steven was just staring at him, astounded at the beauty of his music. "You're really pretty. I meam, your.. Your music is really pretty. Not that your not pretty, you are! Well your handsome, but also pretty." The man started laughing and put his violin in its case. "Thank you. Your pretty too." He said with a smirk. "So, what brings you out here tonight...." The man looked at him expectantly. "Hmm, oh! Steven. My names Steven. And I couldnt sleep so I went for a walk." The man sat on a bench, bring one leg under him and the other up to his chest. "What.. What about you? Why are you playing violin in the park at 11:30?" Steven chuckled out and the man gave a small smile. "Lately, my music has been having an.... Effect on people, so I try not to play when there's people around." He said, staring at the floor. "I used to love preforming in front of crowds. The cheers and applause got me through alot. I used to preform at some coffee shops and local bars, but recently whenever I play, people's emotions become.... Razzled. Now, when ever I do, theres no cheers, no applause, just tears, sobbing, and once another person started a fight. Ever since..." He stopped talking, his hand squeezing the bench. He looked to his side and whispered, "I dont regret it. I made my choice." Then looked back at Steven, his eyes wide. "Im sorry, ive just been rambling on and on." The man let out a small chuckle and looked back down. "It's. It's fine, r-really. I ramble sometimes too. Especially when I'm talkimg about Egypt." The man's eyes lit up, and he sent a small glance behond him before looking back at Steven with a big smile. "You like Egyptian History?" A small shine was in his eyes when he asked. Steven began to smile too. "Yeah, I've been researching it since I was a kid. You like it too? Whats your favorite story?" Y/n's eyes lot up and he turned around completely, now sitting on both his legs. "The story of Hathor and Sekhmet." Stevens smile grew, and he grabbed Y/n's hands. "I love that story!" The two just stared into the others eyes, smalls on both their faces, hands in each other's hands, the only sound being their breathing and the fountain. That is until they hear footsteps and a sharp click. They turn and see a man dressed in black, pointing a gun right at them. "Steven, close you eyes." He heard the man say from next to him. "But..." He turned and looked at y/n, whos face was hard and serious. "Close your eyes." Steven felt Marc trying to front, but he listened to y/n and closed his eyes, feeling y/ns hands slip from his and hearing him get off the bench. "Give me all your money! Hey, what.. What are you doing? Oh god!"

I stood in front of Steven, the mugger pointing his gun right at me. "Give me all your money!" Y/n closed his eyes and let Sekhmets rage envelop him. His jeans and hoodie melted away, being replaced my a red leather cuirass and a lions pelt kilt. His shoes disappeared, leaving him barefoot and leathers bracers appeared on each arm. His h/c hair lift up into a small bun on top of his head and a small gold crown enveloped his head. "What are you doing? Oh god!" Y/n charged pulling a dagger from his cuirass and slashing at the gun, cutting it in half. He kicked the mans chest, sending him flying into a tree and then stepped forward, and punching him in his face until he passes out. "Hathors preace." He whispered and the armor disappeared, leaving him in his regular clothes. Y/n tossed the dude to the side and went back to Steven, who still had his eyes closed. "Hey, Steven, its okay now." When Stevens eyes opened, they no longer held the same warmtg, they were colder and scanned over y/n, seemingly checking him for injury. "What happened, are you all right?" Steven spoke in an American accent now, and his hands grabbed y/n's face, scanning him before looking behind him and seeing the beat up man. Y/n heard two gasps, one was gentle and soft, the other was sharp and akin to a roar. He looked back and saw Hathor anx Sekhmet watching the pair closely. "Khonshu's avatar." Hathor said, hand moving from her cow mouth. Sekhmet scanned him with her lioness eyes. "I smell Khonshu's stench, but it's faint, like the morsel doesn't realize the pigeons there. "Hey, hey!" His attention snapped to Steven, whos eyes were filled with worry. "Uh, yeah?" He was thinking about what his goddesses said. How could Steven not realize he's an avatar? "What happened?" Steven asked, his eyes narrow. "I beat him up. I pretended I was giving him my money, amd when I got close enough, I disarmed him, kicked him in the chest and knocked him out. And I may have broken his nose." Y/n looked at the sleeping man on the ground, blood on his face. "Okay, I'll call the cops, you relax." Y/n sat on thr bench, looking at the two women next to him. "This was an interesting night." He whispered to them. "Yes, I'd say it was." Sekhmet said, leaning over the body, sniffing it. "This was a lovely first date for you two!" Hathor said, clapping her hands together. "What?" Me and Sekhmet asked, both pooking at her. "Whats that?" Steven called out from where he was talking to the cops. "Nothing! Thought you said something!" Y/n called out, then looked back at the cow headed goddess. "This wasn't a date, we just met!" Hathor shook her head. "Think about it, first you play him a ballad right under thr full moon, then you two talk about your lives to each other, then you hild hands while staring into each others eyes, and then..."

"You beat a man who tries to kill him half to death. Truly romantic."

Sekhmet was now standing to my right, staring at Hathor, who was sitting on the fountain edge. "It truly is." She said, sighing dreamily. Y/n shook his head, crossing his arms. "Im pretty sure theres less bloodshed on first dates." Sekhmet sighed dissapointedly, "thats a damn shame." Y/n looked at the lioness with narrow eyes before turning to Steven, who was walking back to him. "The cops are on their way." Steven said, sitting down next to me. "Steven, why are you talking like that?" He asked, staring at the man questioningly. Stevens eyes widened before rolling into the back of his head. "Oh you know. Stressful situations and such." He said, now talking in the British accent he was when they met. "Okay, anyway, my names y/n. I just realised I didn't tell you." Y/n said, scratching at the leg. "Thats a pretty name." The American accent was back. Y/n looked up to see Steven shaking his head. "Thank you." Yn smiled at him before laying his head on Stevens shoulder. "So, what do we do while we wait?" Y/n asked.

Steven sat on the bench, y/n leaning against him. "What do we do while we wait?" Steven felt Marc try to front again and decided to step back while he did. "I like what were doing right now." Marc said, faking a British accent. Y/n looked up at him, and Marc looked down giving him a soft smile. "I do to. We should do this again." Marc wrapped his arm around y/n's shoulders. "Cuddle on a park bench after beating up someone? I agree." Y/n and Marc laughed and y/n scooted a little closer to Marc. Marc was feeling guilty though. Y/n thought he was cuddled against Steven the anxious nerd who gets flustered easily, not Marc, the ex-assassin who was famous for not showing how much he truly cared for anyone, not even his wife. "Your really easy to relax around, anx talk too." Y/n said, staring at the fountain. "You too." Marc said, feeling a small tightening in his stomach. "I hope I get even easier to talk to, so you can introduce me to who ever was speaking in the American accent." Y/n said and Marc tensed. He knew, how did he know. Marc looked down at Y/n, who was now looking up at him. "What?" Y/n sat up, putting a hand on Marcs leg. "Im not rushing anything Steven, you'll tell me when your ready." Y/n said and laid back down. Marc was about to say something but thats when the cops pulled up. Marc watched as Y/n approached them and started talking. The cops went from concerned, to defensive, and then a few started crying, and then they nodded, took the guy on the ground, and left. "What did you say?" Marc asked y/n, who was watching the cops leave. "Just explained the situation, nothing more." Y/n reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. "Now, I want to meet up again sometime, so heres my number." Y/n said, opening his phone and handing it to Marc, who typed it into his and sent a quick little hi to him. Y/n smiled and nodded, before kissing him on the checking and leaving to grab his violin. "Bye Steven, hope to see you again sometime soon." Then he left Marc and Steven alone, to walk home and think.

Sorry bought the way Steven talks, I don't know how British people talk so I just wrote it in an American accent.

#moon knight x male reader #steven grant x male reader #marc spector x male reader #avatar reader #hathor #sekhmet #egyptian gods #mugging

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guideaus · 1 year

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tristamp ep 12 thoughts

12 seconds in its... as heavy handed as always

wolfwood said im out

meryl miraculously got unstuck despite that being her excuse the last half ep for not doing anything (even tho she had a gun)

zazie's mask is strong

they sure did go hard on the impregnated plant stuff. im so blocking anyone who praises this lmao

also hate stampede's change of plants here? vash is Full Dependant plant, so humans mean nothing to him now? Orange really did make them soulless? and need the miraculous twin's "assistance" to not be soulless?

HATE them giving knives' line from trimax to vash. i think that scene was an illusion, but still

does tristamp knvies actually have mommy issues lol? like did Orange just put too many women in the motherly role, so it looks like that, or is it an intentional thing??

Orange said rem's one (1) personality trait is liking geraniums

are they actually going to acknowledge rem's influence on vash

i guess not

knives grew one wing like sephiroth, but they didnt exactly focus on it...

vash just got better for some reason

i dont really know why knives is attacking meryl tbh, she didnt do much. but ig they want the cliche "i heard her voice" thing

his hair sure is vertical

things sure are animated

also i fucking hate conrad now here. he's roberto's replacement for explaining information straight to the audience. come on

i guess they made wolfwood show up in some way. i was gonna say meryl is also useless except for the cliche "girl waking up bf in danger" thing, but whatever

i said this before, but tristamp really does have a stange placement of comedy

i also dont really know whats going on rn. tbh

vash has a typhon arm, but yet again they arent putting much focus on it for some reason...

how did these random ppl recognize vash flying through the air lol...

this scene also feels very contrived. vash flys low and towards soldiers, circles them, and theres the "mean humans hurting vash" scene bc of that

knives killing those ppl reminds me of omni-man's "that's your fault" hehe

also theyre now focusing on his wing. he does look a little strange floating in mid air but idk. who knows what a floating person would look like

there's smth off abt what vash just said but idk

wolfwood now cares

i was gonna say why does vash have his goth skin on, but now that theyre toussling in the sky, i see its like 98, maybe knives was super white in trimax too, who knows

i feel like tristamp messed up the plants or maybe knives? theres also smth Off abt this convo

they sure did animate him running, but that is not a good thing. that was literally my criticism of trimax's end. this feels just like when tristamp presented his rudolph ass as a good thing

i dont really get the significance of him declaring his name, but i cant say anything w/o comparing trimax

knives' va sure can scream, but i couldnt help but laugh at the scene

i also dont get why theyre going into space. do these plants not need oxygen

wtf was the point of going into space

that photo made me realize that is the only time vash promises for peace...

is zazie talking abt the humans. why did they see meryl as significant enough to tell that to

again the mention of humans from earth made me realize tristamp dropped gunsmoke attempting to reach them

i imagine mention of the insurance society and milly would excite fans, but it feels so ridiculous to me

nightow's other show reference. either wolfwood's been there or meryl smokes now??

we got eriks and the girl (i forgot her name sorry :( ). his hair better get long though. idk wtf kinda building theyre in though

i thought they were gonna show the hole in the moon :/

chronica.

#personal #trigun stampede spoilers

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judeiscariot · 2 years

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THE BLACK PARADE. KALVIN. THE BLACK PARADE FOR THE ASK GAME

NOW

YAY I WAS HOPING ID GET TBP

the end

another contusion my funeral jag / here's my resignation, I'll serve it in drag / you've got front row seats to the penitence ball / when I grow up I want to be nothing at all

dead!

no one ever had much nice to say / I think they never liked you anyway / oh take me from the hospital bed / wouldn't it be grand to take a pistol by the hand / and wouldn't it be great if we were dead

this is how I disappear

can you hear me cry out to you / words I thought i'd choke on, figure out / I'm really not with you anymore / i'm just a ghost, so I can't hurt you anymore / so I can't hurt you anymore

the sharpest lives

theres a place in the dark where the animals go / you can take off your skin in the cannibal glow / Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands / drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands romeo

wttbp

just a man, im not a hero / just a boy, who had to sing this song / just a man, im not a hero / I don't care / we'll carry on

I don't love you

and after all the blood that you still owe / another dollars just another blow / so fix your eyes and get up / better get up while you can

house of wolves

tell me im an angel, take this to my grave / tell me im a bad man, kick me like a stray / tell me im an angel, take this to my grave

cancer

now turn away / 'cause im awful just to see / cause all my hairs abandoned all my body / oh my agony / know that I will never marry / baby im just soggy from the chemo / im counting down the days to go

mama

well mother what the war did to my legs and to my tongue / you should've raised a baby girl, I should have been a better son / if you could coddle the infection, they can amputate at once / you should have been, I could have been a better son

sleep

a drink for the horror that im in / for all the good guys and the bad guys / for the monsters that I've been / three cheers for tyranny / unapologetic apathy / cause there aint no way that im coming back again

teenagers

because they sleep with a gun and keep an eye on you son / so they can watch all the things you do / because the drugs never work / they're gonna give you a smirk / cause they got methods of keeping you clean

disenchanted

it was the roar of the crowd that gave me heartache to sing / it was a lie when they smiled and said you won't feel a thing / and as we ran from the cops / we laughed so hard it would sting

famous last words

I am not afraid to keep on living / I am not afraid to walk this world alone / honey if you stay you'll be forgiven / nothing you can say can stop me going home

blood

a celebrated man amongst the gurneys / they can fix me proper with a bit of luck / the doctors and the nurses they adore me so / but its really quite alarming / cause i'm such an awful fuck

#ty for the ask v!!#this was fun i love this album so much #long post #answered

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knightbugs · 4 months

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WORLDS WORST BAD BATCH LIVEBLOG - EPISODE 1

-- DISCLAIMER: this liveblog fucking sucks and to understand my thought process you need to either read it while watching the bad batch or you need to have every episodes events completely memorised -- the droids are silly

this caleb guy looks about 12 whys his voice so deep

holy shit is that the bad batch from bad batch theyre here in bad batcj

omg crosshair is there

wrecker is just heavy tf2 ?? <- guy who has never played tf2

NEEEEERD (affectionate) (directed at tech obviously)

i like this woman i like how she talks she sounds like kanaya from homestuck ? like how ive seen her portrayed. the way she says 'do what they do' as if shes saying it in quotation marks i like tgat

WHAT THE FUCK H.ES. THE GREEN GUY HE'S THEYRE KILLINGTHE WOMSN WHST THE FUCK hply shit she did a flip WHAT THE FUCK SHES DEAD WHAT THE HELL

hunter (i think ?) did a little slide in the snow that was cool

crosshair why are you shooting this kid

HOLY SHIT HE JUST KICKED CROSSHAIR IN THE BOOOOOBS

crosshair is stereotypical-queercoded-villain-core listen to him talking

why os it raining is this pathetic fallacy

OMEGA IS THERE

ADOLESCENT HUMAN FEMALE

longass alien lady hi

the guys aer arguing

'you WANT to sit with us? that's never happened before' they're just like me fr

WAR WAR WAR FOOD FIGHGT GO GO GO

echo is fucking died

gonna go to the hairdressers and ask for the hunter bad batcg cut

this fellas got goofy pants hes observing them in the lasertag arena

this is like ultrakill thats like the drones from ultrakill

THEY FUCKING KILED WRECJER NOO someon get him a bandaid STAT

i like the sparks frkm the guns

is there a guide somewhere to interpreting these hand signals i wanna do that

GET REPROGRAMMED BITCH

HE SHOT THE KNIGE INTO ITS FACELIKE THE ULTRAKILL COUNS THATEAD FUVKUBG SICK AWESOME SO COOL holy shit

i like how Sharp goofy pants mans design is

omega: let mecome with youuuuu hunter: you are literally 12 fuck off

how is omegas head thingy attached how does that work

Creature Noises ?!

tech shut UP about his programming

there's guys ???????? like a little village

i like how you can see techs eyes it makes him look less hostile which makes sense because hes a NEEEEEEEERD

crosshair is monarchist scum sorry ✌️

BNUUY THING LOCATED

bad batch ipad theyer like bts to her /j

WHAT THE FUCK HE SHOT THE LITTLE ROBOT GUY THAT WAS SO MEAN

i hope this doesn't make me start talking in an australian accent oh god

Oh there's a guy there Oh theres many guys

oh they're naked (NO armour)

omwgas in JAIL

crosshair stop being all edgy you little bitch. 'good soldiers follow orders' youve been propaganda'd so hard boy. you are not immune to propaganda garfield image

'youre angry' NO SHIT OMEGA ok he basically just said that

is omega their tgerapist now

bruuuuh they took crosshai

homeboys being Analysed

don't intensify his programming !!!!! bitchass

this is so unethical all of it

theres so much good textures on this sjow

their BOOOBS are VISIBLE

soery i will nevr shut up about boobies

PUNCH THAT WALL BOY !!

'try it again. a little harder.' THATS WHAT SHE SAIIIIID

YEAAAA WOOOOO GET THEIR ASSES

oh my god its 2am. fucking hell i need to get to snoozin

ok i will finish the remaining 10 minutes tomorrow morning. (i did not do that, i stayed up to finish it)

they done poked around in his brain !!

oh my god the textures on this. im going insane

ah hell no he sjot wrecker in the boob

OMEGAS GOT A GUN

did they just like. abandon crosshair. i mean fair enough ig itd be pretty dangerous to try to un-fuckup his brain or what ever

omega was forced to eat cement when she was 6

oh they know a guy

--EPISODE 1 DONE--

#spencer's bad batch liveblog

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arillusionist · 6 months

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s&b s2ep2 reactionn once again it has been. too long since i watched this show

oh hell nah why is this episode so long

i might have to start now finish later

THE KNIFE BOMB AND GUN IN THE INTRO?? please tell me this is a crow centered episode of sorts 🙏🙏

everyone calling nikolai a pirate is so funny

she looks like inej from the back or maybe im just crazy

"my alina" is crazy hes so fucking weird

crow centered episode my ass its been 10 minutes and theyre still not here

maybe theyre js showing everyone else first

get your hands off her get a job 🗣️ i've said it before and i will say it again

genya looks terrified

Is that ketterdam i actually cannot tell i cant imagine it in the daytime

yay it is

young kaz looks so unkaz its hard to believe its kaz

OH kaz blew up the crow club why did i just realize that... anyways that feels so wrong to me i kinda wish they just did the book's plotline

why does kaz calling matthias nina's man sound so funny

yeahhh he knows what hes doing putting jesper and wylan together

"i like having her around" ong me too

seeing hellgate in daylight is also very wrong

ICE COURT MENTION 🔥🔥

"our god will forgive you" Not with that dream he wont?? ur going to hell matthias

PLEASE HE SAID IT HIMSELF

well that was almost 15 whole minutes of crows so maybe i was right

can alina please hang out with these people more they're better than mal

this is where i take a break because the darkling's parts are so boring

its literally the next day but im back

KANEJ TIME

get his ass inej

HES SO STUPID JUST TELL HER

the way he still doesnt know mals name

and the way mal still calls him a pirate lmaoo

is he on the same island as alina i cant tell

no probably not

i dont get why alina doesnt want to kill it like theres no way she can tame that giant ass thing

the sea whip looks so small - like i get why they changed it but still it feels weird

nina is so cute 😍

why isnt jesper teasing wylan why do they keep removing the funny from the characters

they got inej oh kaz is going to murder him for that

Nvm they havent got her yet

STAB HIM INEJ

THAT SMILE STOP i feel like kaz rn

oh my god this scene is breaking me amita suman is such a good actor 😭😭

if kaz dont get his ass over here RN

PLEASE NOT JESPER REMEMBERING WYLAN WHEN HES ON TOP OF HIM

every time i think "damn maybe pekka is as smart as kaz" they prove me wrong

get him inej who needs kaz

please dont let the episode end yet ahh

somebody needs to smack some sense into kaz because hes literally taking advantage of them but hes acting like their lives dont matter

did they get the sea whip or not

oh they did

i like alina's storyline now but everytime the darkling comes on... 🥱🥱🥱

mal doesnt seem like hes jealous or whatever tf he was feeling in the books hopefully it stays that way

i cant take the darkling seriously who is he talking to

and done i might watch ep3 today if i have time

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #sab reaction

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glutenfree-rootbeer · 1 year

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Amateur storytelling; based off a horrible dream I had. I am not a writer. This is a post-apocalyptic story. TW; sexual assault

At first, it was thousands, then millions of lives lost. I'm not sure how I was one of the ones who survived and I'm not sure I would consider myself a lucky one, though I know that's in poor taste. I was only 17 when the world stopped and we lost all those people. It was almost like a glitch in reality or a computer overloading and deleting information. I'm not even sure they considered it part of global warming, but the earth seemed to fall apart fast. Hurricane force winds in areas that had never seen hurricanes, several volcanoes all at once, devastating earthquakes so large the stretched between multiple cities. All of this happened in under a month. Thousands of sinkholes have opened up so driving a car is pretty risky considering anything heavy driving through an area youre unsure of, is possible suicide by earth swallowing. No one could have been prepared for it. Two years have gone by and I have a ‘found family’, Kelly, Lena and I are around the same age give or take a year and with us is a father son duo; Steven and Jeffrey.

Steven is probably around 28 although he's never told us exactly and Jeffery, our group dad, is somewhere in his 50s. Together we mostly keep roaming and scavenging. Looking for a good place to settle, though its been 2 years and nothing has been good enough for one reason or another. Steven is cold, gruff, mean and hard to get along with. He has long hair and a pointy nose. He mostly keeps to himself but he's handy and protective over us like an older brother. Hes quick thinking in high pressure situations, which can only be a good thing. Jeffery is warm and loving, but when everything happened he was injured so he walks with a limp. He almost looks like the monopoly man without the top hat and more hair on his head. We end up having to help out frequently, but he’s wise, with survival knowledge we’re all lacking. He's our voice of reason and leader. Im sure we all feel we need a parental figure replacement in this fucked up world we found ourselves in- so theres that too. Sometimes it feel like Steven wishes it was just him and his dad but sometimes he lets it show that he needs our help too. Kelly is immature and afraid of almost everything, none of us are sure how she made it that first 2 years, let alone before the bad times. I found her 6 months after the world stopped. Sometimes it felt like I was keeping a stray puppy but the company and loyalty she gave was unmatched in this horrible world. We had each other's backs even though she was considerably shorter than me. We looked like we could be sisters though, something about brown hair and brown eyes can make anyone look related. Lena is the most recent addition to the group, she's tough and strong. And if we are the generic-stock brown hair-brown eyed girls, Lena was our gay goth sister. Short dark hair and hazel eyes, she almost never smiled. She's also very quick and sneaky which helps a lot when you're like us, scavenging the new world for things to survive. She is ruthless compared to us, and raised on a farm so never afraid to get her hands dirty. Overall we all brought something to the table that kept us together.

We had finally made it to a mountain town up north, the town is rumored to be untouched which is good because it means things haven't been picked over by people like us yet. The bad news about us is only Jeff has a gun, so we need to stay near him for safety. With all the people left and the lawlessness uncertainty of the new world we have to be careful of bad people. There's always been bad people lurking in the shadows but in the now-time they lurk in the sunshine, desperately looking for people-people like us. We settled in a nearby campground with cabins, just short of the town. This gives Jeff a couple days of a much needed break. After all, with a limp and no car- entirely uphill in high altitude, this has been our longest trip. With no verbal agreement on how long we’d be here in this mountain town, Kelly said out loud many times up the mountain (almost as a mantra to keep motivated) that she hoped we’d actually stay here for a while. Secretly I hope she was right.

Jeff sent us into town, giving Steven his only gun and barricaded the cabin door as we left. Lena and Steven did not get along, despite both being very quiet and strong headed. They argued the entire way there about the best way to enter the town. This was normal for them, sometimes I wonder if Steven was a girl if they would have fucked already and gotten it over with. Alas they always seemed stuck in a never ending argument, but I think they liked it secretly. Kelly and I happily trailed along behind them. I looked around constantly behind me, I didn't trust us being the only ones here, too many bad experiences. Once we reached town it was evident we were not the only ones here. A small group already scavenging the south part of the town gave us uneasy looks as we passed by the store front. Two of the men exchanged hushed whispers, you could see in their eyes the intent. This wouldn't be the first time and surely won't be the last a group of men feels like they could overtake us. Steven said ‘friendly, just traveling through’ and the men took a step closer out the door. Steven pulled his gun from his waistband and stepped in front of us and said ‘friendly and armed, just traveling through guys’ and the men seemed to back step into the store, we all quickly walked ahead of steven as he kept a close eye on that store while we walked up the center of town, now wary of this so called ‘empty’ town. I guess we weren't the first to make it up here after hearing it was abandoned in fear of landslides. Lena and I were paranoid, checking every alley way, parking lot, or street that came up, scanning every store front to see if there were more, but it seemed to be empty. We rounded a corner to a park on the side of town, hoping it would be safer through here rather than walking directly through. A frail man and his young son sat at a park bench and jumped up at the sight of us. ‘Friendly and armed’ Steven warned again, this time keeping the gun stowed. The father kept a steady mean look on us but seemed like he was more afraid we would take his kid than him hurting us. We walked around him and made our way up to the north-east corner of town. A grocery store comes into view and we make our way to the back door and bust it open. Grocery store back doors always seem to be the easiest to bust open. Once inside the back stockroom, us 3 girls sit behind a pallet while Steven goes ahead to make sure the place is clear. We get the ‘all clear’ whistle and start grabbing things from the stockroom. Making our way out to the isles where Steven is already in the medicine aisle taking what he can. ‘Its weird-‘ he says ‘someones been in here but they didn't clear it out, some isles aren't even touched. And look at this- *pointing to a an empty row of medicine next to a completely stocked row* someone had a preference on medicine I guess’. He was right, it looked like a group had been there but had refused certain items. When you’re desperate and have been walking uphill for days you don't really care to put thought into things like this. We filled our backpacks as much as we could carry. By now it was probably afternoon judging by the sun.

We made our way around the north-west side so we could go down the edge of town hopefully missing that group we saw before. When rounding the corner we noticed we were entering ‘old town’ as the signs everywhere showed. It was a candy store standing brightly colored with hard candies displayed still intact and not one sign of forced entry that caught our eye. I think this clouded our judgment, like the child in all of us screamed to be let out for just a minute. Steven, who never seemed okay with a little fun, obliged. A rock to the window pane on the door and a reach around opened it up real quick. Not the most quiet method but no one seemed to be around to hear it anyways. We shoved so much candy in our pockets, even Steven was putting handfuls into his pockets. With Kelly going as far as to stuff some in her bra. All of us happily sucked on a different candy, pockets full, we left. A couple stores down was a clothing store, it looked like some type of tourist trap shop with clothing that had the mountains name all over it, the door already shattered. Kelly was the first in without looking back and Steven looked wary, upset almost, like his voice inside his head said ‘we have to go back to Jeff’ but he couldn't muster it up. I said ‘i'll go in with her just in case’ and Lena, eyeing the knife store across the street said ‘and i'll be over there’ happily skittering across to the window and door which were also shattered open. Steven followed Lena and said ‘holler if you need us.’ While giddily following her into the knife store. Inside Kelly was dumping her candy out of her tattered pockets and trying on new jackets, tying shirts to her backpack handles, and ripping new socks out of their packages to fix to her belt loops. I couldn't stop catching a white dress out of the corner of my eye. Ridiculous. Useless. No reason for me to need a dress anymore. But something about how beautiful it was, how clean it was, had me distracted from everything else. It put me in a happier place to even look at the dress.

I grabbed it and stuffed it in my pants like a packrat, the dress part sticking out like a cape. I started to grab a couple clean shirts and tie them to my backpack as well when I suddenly heard a gunshot. Now two- three-a long pause. And a fourth. Kelly looked at me in terror, im sure my face read the same. With limited ammunition, firing that gun was only for emergencies. We both crept to the front of the store to see a truck pulled up down the street, just out of earshot. A group of rough big looking men surrounding the knife shop… Lena and Steven are nowhere to be seen. As fast as we could take in what we were seeing, one of the men points us out.

Three of the men exchanged words and started heading our direction. How stupid of us I felt, but the fear quickly overrode that. ‘What do we do?!’ Kelly said panicked. I yell ‘armed and friendly’ which does not stop the men from walking our direction at all, one of them, a tall blond man, even cracks a smile. I throw down my backpack and so does Kelly, we head to the back hoping to barricade ourselves in a room. The changing rooms had large gaps under and above so that was a no go, the office was our only choice. The lock broke off the office door long ago, we both leaned on the door hoping our weight would be enough- it wasn't. Three men slam into the door sending us flying. One man grabs Kelley by her ankles and drags her out, the second man grabbing her wrists like she was a pig ready for a roast. She's flailing and thrashing around and the men are laughing like it's a game. The blond man stares at me with that same disgusting evil smile he had before. I grab my knife out of my pocket and I run at him. He quickly grabs my wrist and twists my hand around till I drop the knife and I start repetitively hitting him with my other fist. I kick him in the dick and try to get around him but before I can get through the door frame I feel my shirt get yanked to the ground. He kicks my abdomen hard, I lose breath for a minute. I grab the door frame and kick as hard as I can at his ankles and he reaches down and pulls me up like I'm a rag doll. I scratch at his arms to be let go and he punches me in the face. I slip out of his grip, clenching my abdomen and gasping for breath, I just start punching and he punches back. I fall to the ground again and another man comes in and asks if he needs help. Barely coherent I spit blood at him as he grabs me by the waist and drags me out. ‘I always like the ones who play hard to get’ he whispers in my ear as he drags me out. Before losing consciousness entirely I see Steven’s lifeless corpse with what seems like an impossible amount of blood around him in the knife store. I see Lena with a dragged trail of blood behind her sat up against a wall outside and two of the men talking about how she's not worth the trouble because she won't make it. She’s barely breathing and clearly shot. A pool of blood collects under her. I slowly pass out.

I wake up in a cabin, and for a minute I forget where I am. My wrists are tied together and I can feel my face is swollen and disfigured. Dried blood stains my face and shirt, crusting and flaking off. I hear a woman's voice from the other room ‘I can't believe people would be so barbarian and do that to this poor girl, she's lucky you came along. Let me know if you need anything else sweetie. I'll send Millie up to get her cleaned up’. For a moment I hope that someone else found me, saved me, took me to their camp. The voice sounds kind and loving. The door closes. I look back at my wrists tied together tightly. Reality sets in. The blond man walks in, with his evil grin. ‘Ah you're awake. My little fighter, you really tried didn’t you?’ he says, bandaged up around his wrists where I had dug for blood, a black eye to match with a red swollen jaw. Fear and terror set in. ‘Fuck you’ I barely spit out. ‘And fuck you too.’ He replies happily. I tried to sit up but the pain from the kick to my abs was very apparent and I immediately collapsed back down. ‘Untie me you coward’ I say with my teeth gritted. He sits comfortably at the edge of the bed ‘the doctor will be back in town tonight to look at you but his nurse said you should live, so that's good news for us’. ‘Let me go, untie me!’ I beg. The evil smile is back ‘now why would i do that, i just saved you’.

There's a knock at the door, he leaves the room and I hear a faint dainty voice say ‘hello mister’ and he says ‘heya millie, right this way, thanks for coming by. Leave her tied for your own safety, she’s a little confused about where she is, poor thing’ and I see a scared looking woman walk into the room with a medical bag. The man comes in with a bucket full of soapy water and it isn't till just now that I realize one of my eyes is almost entirely swollen shut and my clothes have been removed down to my long johns. The girl looks barely 18, and says nothing to me. Only looking in my eyes to clean them carefully with a washcloth. She works softly to remove the blood from my face and applies cream to what I can only assume by feeling the pain are wounds all over my face and arms. She works carefully around the makeshift handcuffs around my wrists and it’s eerily quiet. After a bit she packs up her stuff and he comes back in to dump the water out and she quietly leaves the room. Confused, stunned and shook up, I lay there too pained to move. I hear him moving about in the other room, I try to decide what he's doing, maybe eating? Cleaning? I'm not sure. I look around the room, a small set of windows on the far side of the room almost out of reach, a bunch of ‘outdoorsy’ decor, even the bed is made of faux raw-edged wood. There's a strange metal loop sticking out of the top of the door frame. Eventually I fall asleep again, either from the pain or the trauma. I dream about Lena and Steven's lifeless bodies.

Im woken to the door again, this time the sound of another man entering the house. In my haze of waking up again in this strange place I hear him talking to the other guy in the room next door. ‘Well Danny, i'll have a look for ya but at least you're making my job more interesting!’ A laugh is exchanged between the men before an older man with what looks like a medical bag comes in the room. ‘Hi there im Doctor Robbie, mind if I look at your injuries?’ Confused and incoherent, I try to shake my head yes. Without hesitation he is lifted up my shirt and starts feeling around my abdomen, I yelp in pain. He moved up to my chest and around my neck which is tender, he takes a close look at my face and pulls out the little tool with a light on the end. After a series of tests he says ‘from what I can see, you're just a little beat up but you'll be okay after some time and bed rest. I have some medication with me that will reduce the swelling’. He hands me a water bottle and two pills out of a container that he sets on the bedside table. ‘It was him.’ I finally manage to say, ‘he did this to me’ looking at the blond man who I now know as ‘Danny’ standing in the doorway. The doctor and Danny exchange a look that I can only describe as neutral or unsurprised. Danny even breaks into that evil smile he keeps doing. The doctor continued on as if I said nothing. ‘I need you to just get as much bed rest as possible and I'll be back to check on you in a week's time.’ He turns to Danny ‘call me if anything changes for the worse or you see bruising that isn’t currently there already.’ He gets up from my bed side and says ‘goodluck on your recovery and welcome to our town. You're very lucky to be here’ he emphasizes with a similar creepy smile before leaving swiftly, shaking Danny’s hand on the way out.

Danny walks over to the dresser and digs around until he's found what he's looking for, a rattling clinking noise comes from that side of the room, I can barely see something shiny out of the corner of my eyes. He comes back around to my side of the bed and sits on the edge of the bed again, with that horrible evil grin on his face. He pulls my wrists tightly toward him and I groan in pain. He takes off my wrist restraints and at first I am almost relieved. He fashions actual handcuffs on my wrists. ‘No… no!!!’ I start screaming and am swiftly slapped hard by the flat of his palm across my already mangled face. ‘No please no!’ I say softly, starting to cry for the first time. He attaches a long thick cord to them and ties it to the metal loop above the door frame. ‘No’ I keep repeating, pleading with him. ‘No!’ I scream again as I tug at this long cord hanging from above the door frame attached to my wrists bound together. ‘You have to let me go! Please!’ I beg again, and this time he grabs my face very rough, pinches my cheeks together as hard as he can, and says ‘you better shut the fuck up or else’ and the evil grin completely gone, his eyes as black and as dead as coal looking into mine. ‘Youre so lucky to be alive right now, now fucking act like it’

The medicine creeping into my bloodstream now making it impossible to keep my eyes open, he lets go of my face. Tears stream down my now throbbing cheeks. We sat in silence for a minute, I finally asked ‘where's Kelly? Did you kill her too?’. He rolls his eyes and stands up and right before shutting the door he says ‘she's fine Riley’ sending chills down my spine.

I fall asleep. I dream about home, and my parents, before the world changed. I dream about my cats playing, and wish I was back there instead of in this horrible world. I wake up, I give myself what seems like forever before getting the courage to hoist myself up. I take 2 more pills and drink the entire water bottle. Still thirsty. I sit up at the edge of the bed in horrible pain. Next to the pills the doctor left is a second bottle of painkillers I never saw him put down. It's the same brand of pain killers that were missing from the store before. I take 2 of those too. I need water. The house is silent, I pull the rope to see how much extra length I've got. Quite a bit actually. I pull it taut and use it to hoist myself to my feet. The pain is immense. I barely make it to the door before I collapse on the handle as a brace. I swing the door open. It's a small house, the living room is outside the bedroom door with the couch pulled into a bed, there's no one in the house. The kitchen is beyond the living room and the front door at the end of the kitchen. I look at the amount of rope piled on the floor and hobble my way to the fridge hoping there's enough, and there is- barely. I open it and tare open a water bottle, im almost halfway done in one sip before I realize that the water is cold and the fridge is cold. There’s electricity in the house. All the blinds are drawn, i try to hobble over to them but reaching out to grab the cord to open them hurts too much. I open the door next to the bedroom and its a bathroom, finally. It seems vaguely familiar but I'm not even sure how many days I've been here, with only over the counter pain meds I’ve managed to sleep. After relieving myself I finally get to look in the mirror. I look horrible, the worst I've ever looked. Considering how many times I feel like I hit him and how little I think he hit me, you’d think the fight was reversed. It's clear who the loser was. I felt around all the swollen parts of my face, my eye half closed and completely black and blue. My nose is slightly swollen, dried blood in the nostrils. I turn on the sink, shockingly clean looking water runs out. What is this place? How is everything working? Where am i? And then the secondary thoughts set in; where is Jeff, where is Kelly? Do they know Steven and Lena are dead? Are they dead? Did I dream that? Is Kelly dead? What can I do to escape and find Jeff? How the fuck does he know my name?

I make my way back to the bedroom afraid he’ll be back any second. The pain from standing that long has become unbearable. The meds are kicking in again, I fall asleep again. My last thought is how hungry I am. Damn, I should’ve checked for food.

I wake up to the door slamming, it's dark outside now. Im instantly struck with fear. I left the door open, and I guess the remainder of blood in the sink. Danny already standing in the doorway ‘I see you got up today, good girl’ he says in a sinister tone. ‘Kelly wants me to tell you she's doing good, I spoke with her today. Nice girl’. My eyes dart around the room looking for somewhere to escape but there isn't. He sets another water down next to me. Standing over me he says ‘two girls like you couldn't have been saved by that boy and dyke, you're better off here with us. It's safe here, you know that?’ I struggle to sit up and he tries to help me but I shove him off me. He laughs at me. Barely sitting up I say ‘We would be fine if you hadn't killed them, you monster’ His demeanor changes to offensive ‘Hey i didn't kill your friends, they chose that themselves Riley. Besides, I didn't pull any triggers.’ ‘Fuck you, let me go’ I say. His eyes dead and black again staring me down ‘No, when will you realize that we saved you, your both saved. You will have a better life here with us. With me.’ I snort angrily ‘I will fucking leave this place. I'm not staying here with you- with anyone.’ Back to that evil fucking grin like a light switch just went off, he just says ‘Fine ill show you then’ and walks over to the closet and starts digging through the hanging clothes, throws a womens jacket on the bed and some thick boots, goes to the dresser and pulls out socks and mittens. He walks around to my side of the bed and grabs my ankles and starts shoving the socks on, unties the rope from my wrists and then uncuffs my wrists. Holding the jacket in his other hand. With all the strength I have left I throw my knee as hard as I can into his crotch, I push him over with all my might and with my last bit of energy I hobble out the bedroom door trying to make it to the front door, without looking back I can hear him back up on his feet, a snarling laugh coming from his mouth, his arms around my waist, I flail around and try to peel his arms off me, he says something along the lines of ‘you're making this more fun for me and worse for you’ as I kick, punch and elbow to try to get away but i'm too weak. A sweep behind me knees knocks me down onto them. He puts me back in the cuffs and holds my hair in one hand and my arm in another. He takes down his pants and i start to scream and cry. His underwear are stained and worn from years of use. With his underwear still pulled up he smashed my face into his crotch. I can feel hes hard and i just start sobbing crying in disbelief and disgust. He shoves my face harder into his crotch and starts grinding on my face, i feel the underwear get wet. He leans down after and says ‘Good girl’ I want to throw up, I want to run but I can't, I want to take a shower and I want him to drop dead. But none of this happens. My face is stinging in pain again. He picks me up over his shoulder and flops me onto the bed. It hurts, everything hurts now. He locks the bedroom door from the outside. I lay awake for the rest of the night crying, in pain and wishing I was dead. I lay awake with hunger pains, I ration the water left on the bedside table and wonder if I'll die by internal bleeding and starvation. I wish for it. I close my eyes and hope for nothing more than it.

In the morning he opens the door, I lay awake still. He says ‘I'm going to put your jacket on, let's not repeat yesterday… unless you really want too’ I can hear the evil smile on his face but I don't look at him. I don't say anything. He uncuffs me and I grab the jacket from him and put it on myself. My adrenaline has fully kicked in. He puts the cuffs back on and grabs gloves to put on my hands and forces them on me. I just let it happen. He hold open pants for me to step into, and buttons them up for me like im a child getting ready to go skiing. He tries to help me put on the boots but I push him away. He hold me tightly by the handcuffs and leads me outside. Its way colder here than it was where we arrived at the other camp. The air is almost harder to breath. I look around to see a similar style camp to the one we had found, but this one is much bigger. This seems to be the living area part of camp, the cabins lined up in rows. Nothing but forrest and pine trees for as far as the eye can see outside of the camp ground. He leads me down a small hill where I can see more cabins with makeshift housing all around and a large mess hall as well as an outdoor concert area dressed with homemade crosses and different unrecognizable religious items. I never was religious so I couldn't tell you. In my head I scoff at the sight. The mess hall is busy and smells like breakfast. I haven't smelled that smell since the before times. Its buzzing with people who all greet Danny with kind hello’s, handshakes, or hugs. The men look right past me or pretend not to see me, the women all look at me with pity. No one seems concerned. He leads me to a table in the back of the hall and uncuffs one hand just to cuff it the bar under the table. There must be at least 500 people here. A women with straight light brown hair nearby stares at me for a long time but looks away whenever Danny looks around. He continues to be greeted by all different people. He gets up and makes himself a plate of food, only to stand and eat all of it a few feet from me. I look around to all these smiling happy faces. They seem to feel safe in this camp they've created. They all look relaxed and content despite me sitting here in handcuffs with a busted up face. This can't be real. This can't be happening. The woman a couple tables away is still studying me. I'm so hungry I can barely keep my head up, I wonder if this is more cruel unusual punishment. A man gets up near the front and everyone goes quiet. You could hear a pin drop suddenly. He says some words, something about god, it's hard to pay attention, and everyone breaks out into song. Mostly the women. After that Danny is up talking a couple tables down to some men, they look like the guys who killed my friends but i couldn't be sure. The woman who has been carefully watching me, shoots up out of her seat and slowly makes her way toward me, talking to people as she goes from table to table. She stops at the table next to me and puts her food behind her back and sets it down on the table. Waves her hand at me to hurry. A moment of confusion is quickly overtaken by my desperation to eat. I eat faster than I've ever eaten before. She turns around to me after her conversation, she grabs the now empty tray and hands me a cup of what tasted like a savory broth. I drink it down. She says in a low ominous voice ‘You need as much strength as you can get’ and walks away with her tray. In the crowd I see Kelly, smiling, talking to the person next to her. There's a man with his arm around her. It all feels surreal, she doesn't even look in my direction. Eventually everyone starts leaving, the mess hall becomes sparse. I wonder how long were going to be here. Eventually I look to see Danny pointing at me to a guy who makes his way toward me and slides into the seat across from me. ‘Well hello there little lady!’ He says pleasantly. I looked around confused, Danny’s back turned still talking to that same group of guys. ‘Hello?’ I say back nervously.

‘You're very lucky our dear Daniel found you and saved you from those no good raiders. Nasty fellers, cant get up here though I promise you're safe now’ confused I look down at my handcuffs wondering how that story matches up to why i'm handcuffed. But the guy continues ‘yep Daniel is one of our sweetest guys we got, we're lucky to have him and he's The Chairman's son! His daddy is real important around here which makes him real important to us. I'm sure he’ll help you with anything you need here, you know, once you’re completely settled in!’ He gestures toward my face. ‘Transition periods are always tough but I can already tell you'll be a great fit to the community’ he winks and finishes with ‘welp! Gotta go work, do my part around here! See you around, Riley’ the man slid out from the seat and left.

My stomach turned, and I jumped even more when I realized Danny was standing over me quietly listening to the conversation. He uncuffed me from the table and cuffed my wrists back together and yanked me up. ‘Time to go’ he offered, knowing I had no choice. There were people cleaning up and a couple stragglers left chatting at different tables but for the most part it was empty. While walking up the hill with him now just pushing me lightly from behind he said ‘next time you might get food if you behave’ I said nothing back. I scoured the grounds looking for Kelly but she was nowhere to be seen. From afar I could see that woman who gave me food watching me from another building's front steps. Her worried look stained my mind, breaking the full immersion of this place.

Thanks for taking the time to read this, I really appreciate it. Let me know if something is there or if I hella wasted my time, and yours lol much love <3 I added some detail to fill it out (plus you know dreams dont tend to make sense in every aspect) i have some follow up ideas, i.e. the father son on the bench in the park, the dress, ect. But i wasnt looking to actually write a book here lmao it was already too long

#writers on tumblr #storytelling #post apocalyptic #tw sex abuse #dream scape #this wont be a regular thing on this blog #sorry its so long idk how that happened #my brain does fucked up shit while im asleep #heres some of it #i have a couple written down but this one got me #reader #just had to get this out of my brain #amateur writer #written by me posted 4/7/2023

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buggin

overview: reader enlists the help of her neighbor (who shes never met) to get rid of a gnarly bug in her apartment

genre: fluff

a/n: thought of this today after i moved the shower curtain, saw a centipede crawl out, and screamed for my dad to come help me. anywayyyss i thought its be cute so as always lmk what you guys think :)

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you walked into your bedroom, fumbling frantically with the buttons on your shirt as you raced to leave your house on time. hair brush hair brush hair brush. where was your hair brush? you knocked over countless items trying to find it but with no luck. bathroom! you quickly made your way to the bathroom, opening the door so fast that wind blew through your hair.

and then you saw it.

a gnarly, long, nasty, creepy crawly centipede.

you let out a loud shriek and promptly shut the door. if you didn't get to the interview one time, it would surely be a bad first impression. but then again so would showing up with a bird's nest of hair on your head. you tried who knows how many times to go back in and kill it or catch it in a cup but each time you saw its countless, spindly legs you backed out. you checked your watch, 10 minutes until you had to leave.

you walked out into the hallway of the apartment building, and in a frenzy, you bumped into a tall, handsome man leaving the apartment across from yours.

he chuckled an apology before looking to meet your eye, breath hitching in his throat as he did. you were arguably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen (despite a very questionable hairdo). and when a surge of desperation ran through your body you rambled an explanation to the stranger, telling him about your job interview and time crunch then promptly begging him to come inside and get rid of the centipede for you.

and something inside him couldn't say no. he wanted to, i mean when an objectively crazy looking person lures you into their home to catch a bug, generally one says no and goes on with their day. however, maybe it was his complete an immediate infatuation with you or maybe his empathy for your situation, he decided to quickly help you and then try and get to work as fast as he can.

he couldn't help but subtly and subconsciously profile you based on your home as soon as he stepped inside. he liked it. your decorations, the small mess that makes it feel lived in, the general 'vibe' as morgan would say was incredible.

you gave him a sheet of paper and a cup, per his request, and led him to the dreaded bug bathroom. you couldn't help but watch in awe as he walked in with no fear, explaining to you in great detail how this was only a house centipede and it only had 15 pairs of legs which kind of counters the name. and how it isn't poisonous to humans and infact eats other bugs. you loved his facts so much and you followed him all the way to the window where he let the bug out, listening intently to what he had to say and swatting away the apology that came after the ramble, insisting that you genuinely enjoyed it.

"thank you so much,.." you trailed off, not knowing his name.

"Spencer." he filled in, offering a tight lipped smile.

"Spencer! wonderful. well again thank you so much and i owe you once I'm back from this job interview!" you smiled as you both walked to the door.

"oh you don't have to-" he began.

"no i insist! just knock on my door when you can and ill take you out." you stated, causing his eyes to widen, " not with a gun! i meant like ill buy you coffee or something!"

"i didn't think you meant with a gun?!" he laughed, handing you the hairbrush this whole ordeal was about. you laughed along as you closed and locked your apartment.

"I'm sorry i'm like completely fazzled right now! i have to go or else i'm never gonna get this job ill just brush my hair in the car! ok bye Spencer!" you called as you jogged down the stairs.

"wait i don't know your name?" he called after you.

"ill tell you when i buy you a coffee!" your giggle echoed through the building followed by the loud shut of the downstairs door.

he smiled to himself, wondering if he should tell the team about his funky morning encounter. he smiled the whole train ride to work, and then the walk from the stop to the building and then the elevator trip up. he just couldn't stop smiling. he thought about you brushing your hair while you drove and even giggled to himself on the train causing a few strangers to toss him some concerned looks.

how could he be living next to such a beautiful stranger?

when he walked into the bullpen, he saw the. whole team huddled around a desk, staring quite obviously at hotch's office. a new curiosity piqued his interest though his thoughts of you continued to be front and center in his mind.

"whats going on?" he asked, joining the group and craning his neck to try and see into the office.

"new agent interview." jj whispered.

"really? since whe-"

"shh!" Garcia shushed.

"you cant even hear them!" Reid defended.

"quiet helps us read their lips." prentiss whispered.

Spencer continued to crane his neck, moving around yet only being able to see hotch, who was throwing his head back in laughter. hotch laughing? wow this new agent must be pretty cool!

"oh my god! i've never seen him laugh like that before!" Garcia squeaked.

"she has to get the job now," morgan added.

"ah we have to wait for the handshake, thats when we see if he really approves," Rossi countered, "if he double hands the shake then its a done deal."

they all watched excitedly, waiting impatiently for the end of the interview. after a few minutes they saw hotch stand up and shake the possible new agent's hand with his right, firmly clasping his left over the handshake.

"was that the double handed handshake?" Garcia asked excitedly.

"yup." Rossi replied, popping the p.

as soon as the door began to open, the team tried ever so gracelessly to disperse, bumping into one another and murmuring fake excuses. a familiar outfit caught Spencer's eye as the new agent left hotch's office and he dared sneak a glance.

no way. his mind raced, thoughts of this morning flooding it a mile a minute. could it really be the girl from this morning? he watched as you excitedly left the building, beaming far to much to notice any other people as you left.

"bug?!" was all he could muster. not even loud enough for you to hear. unfortunately, loud enough for the people around him to.

"theres a bug? where?" morgan asked, looking around.

"no um...bug-she..is bug- um. nothing." he stammered.

"did you nickname the new agent bug?" jj laughed.

"what? no! do not say that in front of her!!" Spencer stammered.

after a couple teasing remarks, to Spencer's relief, they seemed to have let it go. the day was case-less and flew by quickly, the most exciting part was the morning interview and hotch's announcement that there would be a new agent starting tomorrow.

you sat at home, beyond excited about your successful interview, all thanks to handsome neighbor Spencer. you couldn't help but feel extra indebted to him. you feared you may have scared him off when you offered to take him out but it was the best way you could think to say thank you. but your nerves had transferred mainly to the upcoming first day of work.

as he got hone he debated knocking on your door but decided against it, knowing you were probably busy preparing for tomorrow.

when you arrived tomorrow a series of seemingly unfamiliar faces sat in the conference room, awaiting you and hotch.

when you stepped inside your eyes scanned over each of them, all looking very excited to meet you.

and then you saw him.

handsome neighbor Spencer was sitting RIGHT THERE. the stars have aligned and finally life is in your favor. after a brief introduction the meeting began and you took the only seat open which happened to be next to Spencer.

you gave each other polite smiles though both of your cheeks glowing red told a different story than two people who had just met.

"wheels up in 20." hotch concluded.

you all walked out together, the team making sure you felt included.

"so hows the first day feeling, y/n? or should i be like my friend Dr. Reid here and call you bug?" morgan asked slightly amused.

"oh my god you told?!" you laughed, looking wide eyed at Spencer.

after a high pitched denial from Reid and tears of laughter from the team as you told them of the events of that morning, you already felt like you were a part of the team.

as you boarded the jet, you decided to sit next to Spencer.

"you know, i still owe you a coffee," you mentioned nonchalantly as you pulled a book from your go bag, trying as hard as you possibly could to not blush.

he smiled slyly, picking up his own book to hide the rouge that fell upon his cheeks, "and ill hold you to that, bug."

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