#If anything I should be mad at the witch bitch

[neon-vocalist]

I kind of really hate our host and I wish I didn’t but I don’t know what to do about it

#I know she’s innocent #She was scared and fifteen years old and had nearly no authority #If anything I should be mad at the witch bitch #And I guess I’m angry at her too but I can’t blame her. She’s a protector. She was just protecting us. I’m a protector too— I get it. #Because like. If someone did the things I did to Ricky you bet I’d be throwing them in jail #So everyone who did that to me like the snake girl and the weird bunny rabbit. I get them. It’s whatever #But Sunnie doesn’t have that kind of excuse. She wasn’t protecting shit. #All she did was make everyone hate me

[kiwanopie]

Laptop

boyfriend!kiyoomi part IV!

“So… Where’d you two meet?”

Sakusa sighs.

This was exactly the scenario he was trying to avoid. Sitting on the bed adjacent to his longtime teammate and trying to avert his eyes from the way he kicks his feet from under him like an overgrown school boy. His gleeful - prying eyes sear holes in the side of his head from where he’s got his nose pointed at his laptop monitor, and if his hunch should tell him anything; it’s that little Mr. GossipGirl won’t rest until he’s juiced him of all the mushy details.

But the problems not that he doesn’t like talking about you. It’s the opposite actually, he could start and never finish, it’s just…

It’s embarrassing to get all sweet and blushy in front of this honey-eyed fool or any of his teammates. He hates the vulnerability of it all. Fending off a smile and trying to minimize all of these very big, very honest feelings he has about you. And ever since meeting you he’s been very slowly but surely pushing himself away from his previous dispositions.

Aloof old Omi, safely reclusive - inside his little shell, has peeked his head out and fallen in love with the sun.

This guy’s gonna eat that shit up.

Sakusa grazes his finger along the touch pad, tapping it a few times before grumbling curtly. “Can you go to bed already?”

“Not without a bedtime story,” Atsumu chirps. “C’mon. Tell me all about ‘er! I know you want to.”

Sakusa sighs again as he taps in a few loud keys. White orange tinted light turning his skin a filtered fuchsia as the screen flickers. “What are you five? You’re a little too old to be swapping secrets like a grade schooler.”

“Is she a secret though?”

“She’s not.” And that’s a resolute answer if he’s ever heard one.

“Then why won’t you tell me about her?!”

“Because-“ Sakusa blows out an exasperated breath.

There’s a long moment he spends pointing his nose to the hotel ceiling to quietly deliberate. Longer the few seconds he spends clenching and unclenching his jaw as his eyes fall and his pupils twitch in careful thought. He opens his mouth - closes it again but his lips part on their own. Sakusa blows out a breath until his voice comes tumbling after it, and it pains him to know that his fight for composure was fruitless.

“If I tell you, will you shut up and go to bed?”

Atsumu crosses his fingers over his chest. “Hand to God.”

Sakusa stares at him for a while.

“We’ve been… dating for the past couple of years,” Three years and eighteen days of pure bliss. “She was one of my sister's students so we met through her.”

The uncut version is that Sakusa stormed his sister’s office before her lecture could fully clear to bitch about her saddling him with mom on his only days off. Had to have looked mad as a snake when he walked in there, face twisted up and everything.

And obviously a 6’4 Olympian isn’t what your average college student expects to run into during their four o’clock lecture, especially when he’s calling out to their professor like he’s got a loaded gun in his hand. But you were too busy filling in your last minute notes to care about him or whatever he was doing at the time.

Sakusa sees you but he doesn’t see you. He just knows you’re the only person in this room and there’s a wicked witch on the loose. “Have you seen Kyouka?”

You hum. “Sakusa-san?”

“Obviously.”

Your eyes are the first thing he notices when you raise your head. They’re doey and soft and disarming. You’ve got that kind of look to you that reminds him of a love song; one of those old school radio ones that you hear in the car on the way to work but it’s stuck in your head throughout the day and you can’t stop singing it under your breath.

“You look like someone shit in your laptop and closed it.” You say.

The tendons in his jaw stress as you point your extended arm toward the door. “She’s in Nabuya’s lecture down the hall but, I don’t think she’s gonna talk to you with your face all twisted up like that.”

Sakusa quietly nods before turning his heel for the door.

It took two whole months of silently pining and bringing his sister pickled daikon for lunch to finally get you to agree to go out with him, and since then he’s been living on cloud nine.

“Oh-Ho!,” Atsumu grins. “And did charmin’ ol Omi put the work on her? ‘That it?”

He didn’t anticipate how dry the air would be on your first date so he wound up with a nosebleed that geysered for like a solid five minutes. “Yeah…”

“A’right, a’right, So… How is it that I’m just hearin’ about her now? I mean, from that phone call-“

“Let’s not talk about the phone call.”

Atsumu titters. And he seems genuinely happy to see his friend all settled down and loving someone so earnestly. He knows how difficult relationships can be for a high maintenance guy like him, and it’s refreshing to see his edges softened a little. He kicks his feet until he’s pressed against the headboard adjacent to Sakusa, smiling at him from across the way as he cradles a pillow against his chest.

“You should know that you’re safe to talk about yer personal life with us, Omi. It’s not like we were gonna tease ya too much about it.”

Sakusa blows out a short breath through his nose. “I know that. It’s just-…”

The way Sakusa softens up is quite honestly enough to make him start to blush. “____’s really special to me. So, I guess it’s hard to bring her up without getting touchy about feedback.”

Atsumu throws his head back a little. “Well, it’s flatterin’ that you’re bein’ so honest about it with me.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

He snorts as he rests his head on the headboard with a quiet thump!

And then he furrows.

Atsumu leans in to get a better look at his monitor. “Why ya lookin’ up purses?”

Sakusa hurriedly shuts his laptop.

Physical therapy

#boyfriend!kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #hq sakusa #bnha x reader #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa fluff #sakusa x reader

[lya-dustin]

Someone will remember us

Chapter 75

Cw:casual mentions of murder, slight descriptions of it

Taglist: @stargaryenx @mercedesdecorazon @ocappreciationtag

Gif by: @gameofthronesdaily

Sabitha Frey was marching to their gate with the Northmen and some Riverlords who had wisely sent a rider asking for a parley in Harroway’s Town.

If it had been up to Aemond and Cole, Aemon would have stayed with a wetnurse at Harrenhal where servants hate them and would no doubt put a pillow over his little face.

Gods, why did her husband have to kill every damn Strong?

Cole was a good strategist, a bloody one, but why would he let Aemond act so rashly?

And better yet, why did Cole not do anything to reign him in?

We are not on good terms anymore, her husband answered after she stood there dumbfounded at his actions.

Aemond refuses to wear a crown, wears his armor and leaves the eye patch off at her suggestion.

Aemma put on the nicer one of the dresses she packed and decided against wearing Alysanne’s crown.

She wore the simple and practical tiara of Princess Alyssa, seven stones held together by a simple golden band barely the width of her little finger.

She will miss it when they end the war, Queen Alysanne’s crown was a little on the heavy side.

“Do not say anything smart, Aemond, I feel like a cow.” Aemma warned before Aemond could make any smart remarks about her breasts and nursing their son like a common woman.

She had finished already, just fixing her chemise and relacing the front of her gown.

“I am sorry to have disturbed you, your grace.” Cole apologizes and keeps himself at a respectable distance.

“It is fine, I was done already. I suppose you came to ask about what happened with Queen Alicent.” Aemma had expected this conversation, the one Aemond avoids like the plague and swears he doesn’t need to know about.

“Why did you kill her?” he asks with the pain of an anguished lover.

“Someone led her to believe that I orchestrated the murders of Helaena’s boys. She attacked me in her madness, and I was forced to defend myself.” Aemma answered soberly.

He cannot argue against that and schooled his face into a resigned look. “Did she suffer?”

“She died instantly.” She lies for his sake. She could hear Alicent’s death rattle in her nightmares, her staring at her as she died. “She was cremated and interred beside grandfather as was her due, mother grieved for her and refused Daemon’s suggestions to put her head on a spike.”

There was a wake and a service, only mother and Aemma showed up from the royal family.

Aemma, because she was her goodmother. Mother, because she had loved her.

“Hard to believe they were as close as sisters once.” The knight comments with a certain air of nostalgia.

“If it is any consolation to you, mother ran straight to her when she was told of what happened.” Sounds oddly funny, if you don’t erase the part where Aemma is still crying in fright from the ordeal and being comforted by the brother she wanted to fuck.

“Ser Criston, your grace, Lady Frey and Lord Dustin have arrived.” Cole’s squire announced at the other side of the tent’s door.

If they can change one host’s mind, perhaps many a death can be prevented.

What is the point of knowing the future if you can’t change it?

As much as he loathes the girl, she is the only one who could save his daughters now.

“We go to her.” Daemon orders his daughter.

Rhaenyra had called for Baela’s arrest on account of adultery, Rhaena for being an accomplice and Daemon was to be spared because somehow his wife believes Nettles is a witch.

Where had all her sense gone? Did it die with her boys or leave her the moment she sat on the Iron Throne?

He should have never let Mysaria near her, should have killed her the moment Rhaenyra had taken her throne and stopped this from getting so out of hand.

But it was too late now.

All their sacrifice, all the blood he has shed for her had been in vain.

Maegor with Teats.

The Whore of Dragonstone.

The Bitch Queen.

Gone was the woman who wanted a realm in peace, who wanted their house united for when the long night comes, who had all the reason that Alicent lost the moment the midwives placed Aegon the Usurper in her arms.

The hand that had written to Lord Mooton had been hers, but the words were not.

As if a crazed stranger had taken over her body and made her write such shit.

Perhaps if he kills the one-eyed prick, he may get Rhaenyra to pardon Nettles and her stupidly willful daughter.

Once the boy king is dead, they can all go home.

“You betrayed your own mother, what makes you think we will bend the knee to you?” Roddy the Ruin spits at her feet and his men agree with him.

“Because the queen has lost her mind, my lord.” Aemma answered. “She has ordered the arrest and execution of many innocent people due to the consuel of her husband’s discarded mistress. While her council and I did our best to remove her influence, it eventually became a matter between life or death.

As I speak, my grandfather, her own Hand, is in a black cell for helping my half-brother, Addam Velaryon, and I leave before the Goldcloaks came to arrest us on false charges.”

“How many drops of blood came from the first cut?” the old northern general asked as he and his men mulled her words over.

It was common knowledge that the Iron Throne was a living thing, many ancient thrones were.

Only a handful truly believe it, but those handful of people had seen the throne cut Viserys after he cut up his first wife for Baelon Aemmasbane.

“What does this have to do with anything?” Aemond asked quietly, ready to spill blood if Roddy the Ruin showed any more disrespect.

Aemma stayed his hand with a look.

Aemond’s policy was kill first, talk later.

Aemma’s was talk first, well, it was most of the time.

“Six, six drops for six months.” Already three and a half had gone.

The Half-Year Queen.

“I will write to the Wolf of Winterfell and see if he is willing to go back on his oath and pledge his swords to Aemond One-Eye.” The northern lord does not outright refuse her offer, but he doesn’t accept it either.

“I must correct you, Lord Dustin, your liege would not be pledging them to me, he would be swearing his oath to Queen Aemma, daughter of Ser Laenor, only son of Prince Aemon’s heir. Rhaenys Targaryen.” Aemond smirks as he speaks, enjoying the murmurs amongst both hosts who believed it was his claim they were fighting for.

If they knew their history, they would know Aemma and Aemond were asking the North to go against the ruling of the Great Council thirty years ago.

If Stark accepts their offer, others will follow suit.

#aemma velaryon #someone will remember us fic #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #ocappreciationtag #fyeahhotdocs

[enjoyyourdunghillbaal]

I don't care if you don't like me living in this city.

Your asshole attitude is your own.

Nobody else is a griefer about anything.

Giving me your bullshit, trying to make things unpleasant in their homes or city where they live, where noone is rude and everybody is nice, just one mystery, psycho-stalker asshole being a territorial-pissing brained piece of shit.

Must be because your some faceless hot shit celebrity that doesn't want to be bothered by groupies, huh. Don't flatter yourself big man.

I'm not bringing a criminal environment or a criminal element to this city. I also do not make other people the victim of crimes due to my actions.

This city was built for the sole purpose as a retirement community, not your nazi utilitarian bullshit, if you want to justify your bigotry with me not being enough of a "slave" to a whip being cracked by a nazi neighbor with a fucking third party opinion. Retirees.

You're an asshole to me because you have to be at work and I don't and you don't know what I do for a living or where my money comes from.

I see you and say you have guns and piles of unreported, untraceable, tax evade-able, cash money, I don't have that. Why the fuck do you have all that money and I don't. "It's not fair."

I suppose that means I should try taking what belongs to them until I feel more "equal".

You don't know and you don't have the right to snoop around to try and find out. All you know is why do i have to be at work when this person doesn't. Says every child. You don't like it, it seems like "whaaaah, it's not fair" over things that you judge that you don't understand and have no facts about. So you use your freedom to be a dick to other people. Which means you AREN'T law or government, (you're probably a church or picking a fight over church ideals.

Im not a criminal. im not a satanist, or a witch, so cut the dark ages witch hunt bullshit. I'm just not your religion, not an enemy of your religion. An atheist living and abiding by the Law. so you think it justifies being enemies and picking fights "in the name of...." whatever your bullshit religion is.

I will not tolerate you trying to make me second guess or worry about my repoire with the Law or this city's Government.

Sick of having to run my own mental checklist and ask why am I the enemy and all these fucking anti-government assholes aren't.

Cannabis dealers, cocaine dealers, transtioning sex workers claiming disability and sensitive to mean things said about homosexuals....people that can't survive the playground in elementary school or junior high, people that serve alcohol and promote alcoholism, people that sell guns and encourage careless use, or teach them to use it for intimidation.

Reparations? Did you nigger up, while trying to nigger me down with your kkk nazi, social networking, neighborhood politics bullshit?

Because you don't want to hear, so I say what makes you hear.

Your bullshit negative attitude towards me does not speak for the people. You can't even speak your bitch with your own identity, you just want to be an unidentified dick to people sort of like bigfoot or the yeti, playing catch me if you can, "fuck the law with my dick in my hand", without them being able to confront you about what your goddamn problem is.

Why can't you own your arguments about your dislike for me? Are you aware that your motives and reasons for harassing somebody and going out of your way to be an asshole to the person isn't valid? Is that why you can't say why? Or is it that you don't want anybody to know the reason? Huh big man? You're mad that somebody fucked your wife or girlfriend and can't say that part? Saw the girl you're crushing on flirting with me and that intimidates you, got a crush on another dude, but he's hetero and you can never have him so you hate him for it?so now you think i should be "blackballed" ? You just want to keep this territorial pissing bullshit and shoving match alive and want others to help you be an asshole to somebody. Just want to wear your white hood and dunce cap, burn a cross and run, and have that behavior get your way. You need to get a life.

You only see me as a fucking dick, because you pick fights everyday, and I stand up for myself. Noone else is. Would you rather me sit there and be passive, like Buddha? And let this dickhead keep picking on people and walking all over somebody and mistreating people? Is that how you make him learn anything? What does that teach? That he can keep being a piece of shit to people and get away with it, and noone punishes him for it? And that teaches others what, by your example.... that they can get away with treating other people like shit too, and if they stand up for themselves they'll be punished or picked some more?

I don't fucking care if you want drama. Your bullshit drama does not make the quality of my life better, does nothing to empower me, and puts no additional money in my pockets. You aren't doing me any favors, you don't help with anything, you don't stand up for me, none of you are my friends,

you don't protect me or defend me or make me feel safe, you try to "threaten" or intimidate people and make them feel like they are not safe in their own home. You want people to live in fear of you.

And this popular opinion came about, without anybody else saying anything?

You didn't like something but didn't tell them so they could correct any errors? Just let them figure it out like a nigger. Keep being rude until they go away, huh. Based on what. On what arguement should others decide that your opinion or conduct is right in matters of what is right and wrong about how you treat people.

I don't need to know what it's like to be you, whitey ford.

Do you want to trade places, and walk a mile in my shoes? Or live my life for a year through some of the bad times to know what that was like? Do you know where I've been or what I've been through? So you can better understand and know what it's like being me?

All of it would have "magically" healed if I went to church, huh.

Satanism is just your token villain you play when you want people to run to you for empowerment, you never end the villain, your token bad guy lives on to make problems until they cry to religion for help.

[blood-injections]

speak some funsandkid thoughts to me my mind is plagued by them rn

Gladly. My mind is plagued as well.

Funsandkid is taking the three most annoying little brother type of shitheads in the world and making them an insufferable polycule. Its taking already unparalleled snark and bitchiness and the limpetlike affection of a guy that aims to squeeze you to death when he hugs you and multiplying it by three. They actively make eachother worse. They're always hanging off of eachother even at the most inoppertune times. They're dogs that cant be separated because of separation anxiety but its more because they're soulmates and theres a chunk of them missing than anxiety but like dogs they will fucking whine about everything until theyre back together and when they are. They just fucking gravitate to each other. You could try to separate them and theyd walk away across the desert to find eachother and just happen to meet in the middle like wow what a coincidence as if the Witch cant hear their bitching from the other side and pushed them back together just for a little peace and quiet.

They're so stupid also. I truly cannot express how fucking stupid they are. That post i made that said its called funsandkid because they have fun eating sand together. Yeah. None of them have any sense of self-preservation unless it comes to a firefight. Thats the only time they're serious. They're the three most impulsive fuckers in the desert. Theyll see something shiny on the ground and go ooh shiny while theres like. A fucking tornado or something. They dare eachother to do the randomest stupid things and they do. I have no idea how one of them hasn't nearly died yet. "Hey Kobra i dare you to punch that cactus." "Okay." "Hey Ghoul i dare you to kiss that rattlesnake." "Bet." "Hey guys do you think I'd die if I chewed on this exposed wire?" "Idk try it."

Sandman getting his facepaint/makeup all. Fucking. Over. Kobra and Ghoul. Because i doubt its waterproof. I figure its only really needed if theyre in the city to disrupt facial recognition but he probably does it in the desert too bc it acts the same as like wearing a mask but its the fukin desert so it doesn't last long it sweats and smears and hes like a fucking cat always headbutting and like rubbing his cheek on the others or kissing them all over their faces and shit and he just. There's makeup smears all over the three of them bc of him. They've long accepted it they don’t complain. He walks into a place like black makeup running bc of sweat and looking horrifying and dead and shit going you should see the other guys and kobra and ghoul walk in right behind him covered in black lipstick kisses and black smears that if you just glanced at them youd think they were working on a car or something and wiped the motor oil on their shirts and shit but no. Its just sandman's makeup.

And he totally makes them goth. Like i proposed my goth kobra(foaming at the mouth) agenda forever ago but literally like. Kobra and Ghoul are used to listening to whatever Dr D puts on and obsessing over Mad Gear and dressing like. In their own litte styles but nothing specific just whatever they fancy out of the communal fab four closet. Not that Sandman wouldn't obsess over mad gear and shit too but i just think the scene in the zones is more like mainly punk or just general like. Fucking zonescore idk its its own thing out there. Versus the scene in the city underground where Sandmans from, i think itd have more like visible subcultures. I'm gonna go into it in haunted and holy and in my show pony au thats still gonna be in the drafts for a while but. The city would have like distinct scenes the zones are like a melting pot with only a few crews/cliques really like. Claiming to be/looking like anything specific. But like in the Pony au you'll see them with like the hip hop kinda rebels fucking around on the streets with a boombox and in haunted and holy you'll see the general funsandkid thing of sandman dragging them to goth clubs and raves and shit and doing their makeup and getting them more into that specific genre of music. And they all cry together to the cure and fuck to depeche mode. Or something like that.

Also. Polycule of genderfucks. As if any polycules in danger days arent but. None of them have a single set of pronouns except for Kobra. Trans guy Kobra, the guygirl ever Ghoul, and genderfluid Sandman.

Oh oh oh also Sandman thing that I've been Thinking abt and doodling. Sandman with natural hair. Specifically dreads or the bleached tips like those few photos of Pete we have because he would look so fucking cool

#funsandkid

[charmixpower]

Rewatching season 1 (and actually paying attention to Sky to figure out what the fuck everyone is talking about): Part 3

EP 11:

"Flora is over doing it, as usual!"

As usual???? We love to hear it

Stella snapping at Bloom than instantly apologizing gives me life

Not Stella's clothes!!

Musa isnt even paying attention jtkwdjje she's too busy lmaooo

Deranged plant mom :))

"ITS ABOUT TIME!!" Tecna is very upset at everyone jtjejr good for her

"Musa??" "Why the fuck would I been in Tecna's closet??"

Tecna: it's alright, I'm fine, I'm chill

Flora: *tells her the plant name*

Tecna: I take it back, I want blood

Tecna taking to her self about how mad she is so amazing

Musa getting up while Bloom Stella and Tecna are arguing to get accidentally yelled at is such background friend behavior

Ever notice how Musa is just kinda there when the girls make group decisions?? Bc I dooo

Stella: I fucking hate mud, why am I here

Bloom: because friendship!!!

Stella: kill me

Stella says she promises she won't wander off, jfkskdke, sure babe

Stella and Musa snipping at eachother my beloved

Musa: so is your outfit. This is a swamp. Not a fashion show

NONE OF YOU PEOPLE ARE WEARING BOOTS

Stella...no brain cells

Flora: *puts her hand over Stella's mouth*

Stella: peace was never an option

Stella is so fucking unhinged. She sees the little water things and says fuck it, and bites Flora

These girls are walking in water with pants on without complaining, unrealistic

"you too big 🥺 we can't invite you in"

STELLA MFJERKWIEJEJEJW "your littleness" girl thinks she's a comedian

Flora is getting so fucking close to these little guys, girlie, back up

Bloom is so ready to help anyone, love her enegry

THESE GIRLS ARE SO DUMB, FLY UP!!!

Love them

DID MUSA GET FUCKING EATEN?!?!?!?!!!?!!

How hasn't she drowned yet???

Tecna: wait.

Tecna: WAIT FUCK GUYS?!

Musa should be coughing up water

Lucius??? Bestie??? How are you doing that

Bloom.....how did you not set this forest on fire

Current s1 thoughts:

Bloom is 80% impulsive passion and 20% angry baby by volume

Tecna is too op /j, who let you have all the brains and the brawn girl? Save some talent for the rest of us

Flora is low key unhinged. Kinda upset that she didn't get to fight the plant monster :(( this could of been her episode

🌟Stella🌟 is that bitch sis ✨

Musa is kinda there in regards to decision making and stuff. She tries to come off as cool but she's hyper emotional and easily scared

EP 12:

Bloom has memories from when she was a baby and I can't even remember what I did yesterday

Fragona is a lying liar!!! *Shakes Winx club* Give me a Griselda character arc or fuck off forever!!!!

Sky will bother Timmy about anything lol

So Flora's doing the evil spell final

Stella doesn't give a fuck about grades, only the local beauty pageant

"what can I do to make you feel sorry for me?" Stella is such a little ktkekdkejsn ya know??

Lucy just needs some self confidence and she'd instantly become hotter, it's about the vibes girl

Stella says rules don't exist

Stormy is annoyed as fuck at this whole party

Why would Lucy even ask Icy and why does Icy care??

Flora and Musa are so fucking ready to help her

"what ever torture you deem necessary, as long as I become the new miss Magixs!"

As someone who's sliced his own finger open and didn't cry, and got his eye brows threaded and had in his eyes. Um, Stella's pain tolerance has to be high as fuck bc beauty shit hurts

*deep sigh* the scene. Skipping. Thank you 4kids dub for changing this

Musa went fucking off putting Stella hair up and curling it, someone get her an award

"yeah but where's the fun if I don't win"

Tecna🤝Stella

Being a sore loser

When Stormy laughs >>>>>

This ultra bubbly cheerleader is a witch and I love her so much y'all

I wonder hole long Lucy has been taking ballet classes

THE FUCKING COWBOY THING

"dance of happiness" SHE DECIDES TO CALL HER YEEHAW DANCE A DANCE OF HAPPINESS I'M LITERALLY SOBBING

Stella: *doing a weird little cow boy dance*

Icy: FUCCCCCK THIS IS AMAZING, WE NEED TO KILL HER NOW

Stella is literally going "Yeehaw!!! Yeehaw!!! Hehehehehe!!!!" And your telling me this is her talent??

Don't you know Stella is too airheaded to notice when she's in mortal danger

Musa is literally dancing in joy for Stella, Musa fans, are you listening???

Stella is literally fucking crying of joy I'm so happy for her

Musa is so ready to celebrate she already fucking forgot about Stella's test I'm sobbing

Stella, babe, you look like shit

Stella can make rain!!!

Wait but she technically passed? The test was to make life on a desolate planet and by God she did...she just fucked up a little. This is at least a passing grade

BUT SHE DID DO THE WORK?! IF SHE DIDNT SHE WOULDN'T OF BEEN ABLE TO MAKE ANY LIFE ON THE PLANET!!

Complaining to your boss rn, give Stella a C or die by my blade

EP 13:

Bloom has finally learned how to capture fire

Awe Mike stopped to say hi to Bloom :)

Alfea's Fall semester starts during Earth summer.....Bloom is currently on Winter break(???) And Mitzi is talking about school so it must be Fall in Gardenia??

Bloom with most people trying to make fun of her (*chough* S1 Riven *chough*) is hyper agressive to the point of (in her opinion) being overly mean

But with Mitzi she still struggles to stand up for herself like she wants to (her arms were shaking hard)

Mitzi: *tries to be a mean girl*

Bloom: i nearly got murdered two weeks ago, I'm not here for it

1) the aura's thing.....yeah ok. Top ten plot points that make no sense and will never be seen again, but more importantly

2) RIVEN?! WITH TITS?! Omg Riven went to Gardena to get top surgery 🥺 good for her good for her

Bloom: OH THESE PEOPLE ARE FUCKING LIARS

Bloom won't even answer why she doesn't like them fjekeje

These two bastards are walking lawsuits

I LOVE HOW ALL DURING BLOOMY'S BREAK SHES HANGING WITH HER FAMILY

Bloom says property damage isn't real

I think most fairys would work in the construction. Like...fixing shit and enchanting magical objects to keep them working. Being a fairy would just be very fancy blue collar work.... amazing

Bloom's parents are great

Bloom has prosthetic dreams????

Mike calling his department then holding his wife

Mike says he will NOT let his child into a burning building alone fjjwjskd

Baby Bloom in the fire...it was love a first sight!!! That baby was gonna get adopted by him and his wife he just knew it!!

Is this guy going to snitch about the magic???

Mike is so quick to help, love that energy

She turned the fire down lmao fjsjdj

This guy's says he won't snitch on the fire lady but he will snitch on his bosses, fuck yeah

Mitzi straight up doesn't have a life

Mike: Hey! Don't make fun of me, I worry about you

Crying in the club yall

I—I don't understand why Mike and Vanessa didn't sit down and tell Bloom this story when they found out she had magic. Like?? Would that not be the time??

We're the too frazzled??

The writers are infecting them

Stella: this chick is a fire fairy

Mike and Vanessa: *PANICK*

Bloom, the only* magical creatures on earth: I'm adopted?!

BLOOMY LOVES HER FAMILY

Bloom was just a little bby

I love how this is a group activity

Tecna and Musa sitting there, while Flora pets Bloom fjjejeekkrr

And Stella is doing her nails jdjeje

Tecna co-signing Flora is amazing

Tecna, realizing that some parents definitely just dumped a baby in the only nonmagical planet with human life: do you really wanna know who your bio parents are????

Bloom: yeah why?

Tecna, to Flora: no one tell her she was abandoned, she'll get issues

Stella: and I'll be right there with you✨✨ after all, sticking my noes in other people's business is my favorite sport!

FRIENDSHIP!! IM SOBBING!!!

EP 14:

LEAVE MIRTA ALONE GRIFFIN

Bloom is apprently taking a combat midterm

AH!!!! BLOOM HAS SAFETY SHORTS!!!!

Very good, thank you Winx club

Fragona looks so threatening, pick me up I'm scared

"the only thing I feel sure of right now is you and the Winx"

Sky, completely missing why this is a bad thing: you need some help?

This is while Sky needs a full time assistant, just to smack him every time he misses something

OH MY FUCKING GOD BLOOM ARE EE BACK ON THIS CLOUD TOWER SHIT??

This girl is so stupid please, last time you figured out it was a prank

Timmy is just down with breaking and entering, love that for him

Sky not looking up: and don't worry "Sky", I will be careful

Brandon glaring at him: Careful my ass. Do you know what will happen to you if you fall 300 ft?? Do you know what will happen to me if you fall 300 ft???

Sky is so weirdly dedicated I love him

Riven is such a weird little gossip, Darcy just has a open line. Do you think he tells her a bunch of useless shit too? Please

....so Riven snitches to Darcy immediately after we cut to Sky picking up Bloom?? I understand why people think this is actually Darcy in disguise now

Wait these two are cute

Lucy is so mean Mirta and for what??? Why the fuck would you call her a loser??? So mean :(((

Lucy is a pick-me MFNSNDNS

The Trix are already going by Trix.... Musa's nickname spread fast

YOU MADE MIRTA CRY, HOW COULD YOU!!!

Mirta says revenge!!!!! Protects her friend!!!! She's trying her best!!!!!

Poor baby Mirta, she needs a cute girlfriend and a hug

THE 3D, PLEASE, ITS SO BAD

Cloud Tower is apparently built like a fucking fortress and for what??

Bloom isn't easily sacred, thats interesting!

Why would cloud tower have this information? A different building would of been fun

"are you sure you wanna do this?" He says, after risking life and limb just to get her there

Oh a lost book? Shouldn't that belong in a secure library or some? Not a highschool? I mean if it was a chollage this would make more sense

Wait...this is fucking Valtor's backstory! They tricked her by making her think she was created like Valtor! Oh thats interesting

Sky looks so uncomfortable and then fucking nothing. No words from Sky. He's just going "THE FUCKING ANCESTRAL WITCHES?? THE ONES THAT KILLED A FULL PLANET OF PEOPLE??? WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY???" Local man is fucking confused. He does approach her to physically comfort her a couple times but hesitates

Darcy pulling a swap again would of been really fun here tbh, have "Sky" encourage her horrible line of thinking

Musa is so worried about Bloom, scram crying

BLOOM WHY ARE YOU ASLEEP IN A BUSH

She's just walking to Magix's

Mirta is so anxious I love her

Bloom is so friendly and happy to meet Mirta right after thinking she was pure evil, help

Who is your favorite Trix and why is it Stormy?

"Sorry Icy."

Icy = Alpha bitch

Tecna: This is a fucking situation

Flora: WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE, TRANSFORM

NFKEKDKD THEY TRANSFORMED INTO A POSE AND THEN JUST WALKED AWAY

WHY ARE YOU IN FORMATION WHAT'S GOING ON THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING

They're sharing information!!!!

Stella, practically stimming: Though my sparking beauty and sunny disposition!!!!!!!!!

Stella I love you

Tecna: you done yet? Are you going to do it or what??

Tecna I love you

"I know you'd need my help one of these days!! I'm so beautiful and totally essential!!!"

*points at Stella* symtom!!! SYMTOM!!! HURRY PROJECT ON HER BEFORE SHE GETS AWAY

Mirta: they're a bunch a fucking liars

Bloom: fucking hell, again?

"You two make a really cute couple. Couple of losers!!"

Icy please, Mirta just got out of a multi year relationship, this is not the time

Musa is the only one flying and she looks exhausted, girlie are you ok?

Mirta knows enough about the Winx to make a illusion of them??? I need Mirta with the Winx before this ep now

Darcy fucked up that spell so fast

Stormy and Icy look so pissed that the fell for that illusion

Bloom continues to refuse to transform when she really should

"who's that little girl?" Stella thinks Mirta looks like a middle schooler confirmed

Mirta could of been a bad bitch if they haven't fucking snubbed her

"ohhh she broke my concentration!!"

They all keep calling Mirta a "little girl"

Which implies that Mirta is a freshman?? And their not???

"there's nothing we can do for her. Icy's spell was black magic" wasn't this exact thing on your final???? Except with frogs??

Flora should of been able to break the spell after a few DAYS this is what she took her final on?? Please help me

EP 15:

Musa is so pissed about this pop quiz, she has 6 other fucking classes, she's angry

Bloom gets angry at people laughing at her before upset or scared and then laughs with them when she realizes she has writing on her face

GIVE GIRSELDA A CHARACTER ARC, MAKE HER CHARACTER MORE THAN A ONE NOTE JOKE PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU

Fragona you lying liar!!!

Musa: what kind of fairy are you anyways Flora? You can't even bring Mirta back from her pumpkin state

Flora, sick of it: And you can't even tell a pumpkin from a carrot!!!

Musa: try me.

Musa will get upset/scared and snap at anyone within distance

Mirta snatched Kiko up so quickly jrjekeeke

Daphne is completely ruining Bloom's sleep schedule

"one of the historical Nymphs of Magix's" 16 years ago

The time line is still on fire folks

Daphne was apparently dead so long that her final resting place became a lake

Thank you for finally being helpful Fragona

Sky!!! I will revoke your good guy status!!! Do not test me!!!

why is her phone already glowing? also this isn't the normal phone design is it?

Oh my god it's s1 Riven, someone please save me before I die of second hand embarrassment for this chuckle fuck

Sky and Riven's s1 rivalry would be so much more fun if they were equally jackasses, then they could both have redemption arcs :)) and still fucking hate eachother

I love how Musa plays into Stella's sense of humor some times, things to come when their finally close friends

Flora is team turnips people

CHEATER DORKS, THE LOT OF THEM!!

She's so fucking precious and adorable I'm going to start incoherently sobbing

Musa and Flora are study buddies and I'm objectively correct

Stella: FINALLY A POP QUIZ I ACED

Bloom is getting upset about the parent teacher meeting like her parents can even go though the barrier

#winx club #winx season 1 #rus chatters #winx musa #winx riven #winx stella #winx bloom #winx tecna #winx flora #winx sky #winx brandon #winx timmy #winx icy #winx darcy #winx stormy #winx trix #rus liveblogs

[thegreymoon]

Love Like the Galaxy

Starting Love Like the Galaxy!

I usually stay away from stuff that is ‘in progress’ because you never know when it will start sucking or even get outright dropped or cancelled, but I’ve only seen nice things about this drama so far, so I’m going to risk it! Expectations are high!! 

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Our male lead, looking good!

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LMAO, I love her already 😂😂

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Yes, girl, show that bun who the boss is around here!

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Poke her evil eye out! Go on! Do it!

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Gorgeous 💚

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LMAOOO

Serves you right, bitch! I have no idea what is going on here, but I hate her already.

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I love the cow, though.

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LMAO, I wonder what she did! It must have been glorious!

Her family seems to be shit. 

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Typical abuser mentality.

“We’re tormenting you for your own good! You should thank us!”

I hope she ends them all. 

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Good girl!

Don’t give them an inch, make their lives miserable!

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Cackling 🤣🤣

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I’ve known her for two seconds and I like her already!

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Gross person.

I can smell her through the screen. 

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LMAOOOO, did she just snitch on her uncle?

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Wait, they are her parents?

But why did they abandon her?

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Oh, shut up.

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Clearly.

ALSO, THEY HAVEN’T SEEN THEIR DAUGHTER IN FIFTEEN YEARS? CAN THEY EVEN BE CALLED PARENTS AT THIS POINT?

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I love her 😂😂

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Oh, shut up, you gross evil witch.

What else have you been doing?

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I hate to agree with her on anything, but...

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We all will be.

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Yes. Say it! Stab where it hurts!

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But that’s a good thing! There is no shame in failing a family that has failed you first. 

Good. And they don’t deserve respect.

Again, this is a good thing! Don’t be mad! For one, I think he was being sincere when he came to pay his respects. 

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Umm... this just sounds like common sense?

I can’t stand this woman.

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Oh, die already.

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LMAO, nothing gets past this woman.

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I love that she’s so sharp and insightful.

She certainly inherited her mother’s intelligence, but let’s see if she got her ruthlessness too. 

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Their mistakes?

What about you being a shitty mother? Who is going to rectify that? 

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LOL, she’s going to report her entire corrupt family to the authorities 😂😂

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Cackling 🤣🤣

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Oh, my god, if there is one thing I cannot stand, it’s these manipulators. Just go and die, die, die!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Cackling 🤣🤣

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Cackling some more 🤣🤣

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This family is the literal worst.

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LMAO, I love the lighting choices for this scene 😂😂

Like a merciless little baby god in the bowels of hell.

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You haven’t met Niaoniao yet! 

She’s the cutest little liar you will ever meet! 

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I hate clingy, manipulative parents like her. Just let your children live, ffs.

Of course he’s going to be more devoted to his wife!

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The nerve of her, punishing a daughter she abandoned.

You do not show up when your child is a fucking teen and then expect to have parental authority. 

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This woman is stupid beautiful.

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Oh, baby 😢

She doesn’t deserve to be called a mother in any sense. 

#love like the galaxy #lltg spoilers #lltg ep01 #lltg ep02

[praphit]

Guardians Vol 3: A fatty, salty gift.

(No Spoilers)

May I be honest be with you? I’ve been thinking about letting my PMB card (Proud Marvel Bitch) expire.  I know. I KNOW. Perish the thought, right??

I've been defending Marvel throughout all of the recent tough times. 

While errbody out there was talkin smack, I defended you, Marvel!

When people said "Thor 4" was too goofy & had tone problems, 

I said "LOOK, this dude just got his body back, his lady back, and his hammer back. Let him have some fun! Quit being a grump!"

When people said that "The Multiverse of Madness" suffered from too much CGI. 

I said "LOOK, it's called THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS! It's about a fight between a Magical Doctor of Strangeness and a Super Witch! Give me ALL of the effects & colors! There can't be enough CGI! How were y'all expecting anything other than an overload of all of that?! You just want them to duke it out in one room, throwing Skittles and glitter at each other??!"

When people said that She-Hulk didn't have no business twerkin with Megan Thee Stallion.

I supported that badly CG'd booty! "If ya got it, shake it!" is what I said.

And then, "Ant-Man 3 happened.... 

THEN, J.Majors had his... alleged... issue...

THEN, I saw that "The Marvels" trailer... a movie that no one is asking for... 

I wouldn't say that my faith in Marvel is broken, but doubt has certainly crept in.

Can these Guardians of Vol 3 restore my faith? - maybe, but it ain't gonna be easy.

They're kind of a mess right now. Rocket is playing what I call "The Secret Sadness Game". 

Have you ever played that game? -  I bet you have. It's when something is wrong with you; you're very sad, but you're not letting anyone know about it. It's a horrible game. Nobody wins in that game, but it's apparently popular these days, with social media making us all pretend to be happy, dignified, and pretty all of the time. So, popular that Mantis is playing that game a lil bit as well.

Drax is too simple-minded to play that game 

(side note: Dave Bautista [Drax]  said that Marvel dropped the ball concerning Drax's story. And I couldn't agree more. There's a lot to explore with his back story, but... I'm hoping that they'll either reboot the Guardians cartoon series or give Drax a "What If... " story. That show really likes depressing people; here's a golden opportunity.)

Groot is... 

well, Groot.

And Nebula (whom I LOVE!) 

is grumpier than a lot of us Marvel fans have become. To be fair she has to keep all of these bozos together while Peter aka Starlord is getting drunk and dropping F-Bombs. 

He still hasn't gotten over Gamora.

I was going to be a jerk and say that he should have gotten over her by now, BUT I forgot that she’s kinda dead, but kinda not... (#ComicbookUniverseProblems)

It's hard to move on when your lover IS dead, but... still around, kinda, you know?? (If you actually don’t know, then... wow, you’ve got a lot of catching up to do)

I know (in the Christmas Special) they brought Peter the gift of Kevin Bacon to cheer him up, but maybe they should have brought him a woman. A good 80's star like he likes... maybe Heather Locklear 

or Kathy Ireland. Remember her?

Not the best message though, I guess - "If you're depressed, then simply drown yourself in booze and pretty women (whom only exist to make you happy :)." But, he's kinda there anyway.

Like I said, they're a mess.

But, if one thing can bring family together it's tragedy.

Something bad happens to one of The Guardians, they sober-up the Starlord, wash his mouth out with soap, and they're off on an adventure!

Mostly a typical Guardians jam. I know some have complained about too many laughs while serious things are going on, but they kinda started all of that in the MCU. And to be fair, if you have survived as much as they have, perhaps you'd be laughing more in the face of danger as well. I loved the comedy duo of Mantis & Drax. And the... unromantic comedy duo/toxic partnership of Peter & Gamora.

  And with Nebula (WHOM I LOVE!) in the middle of it all... PERFECTION.

The colorful new worlds and creatures we meet are cool. And the CGI is excellent. I don't know where those artists were when She-Hulk and MODOK were being created, 

but whatever:) The action is excellent!  A lot of murdering going on here for a PG-13 rating, when you stop and think about it, but I loved every non-drop of mostly non-existent blood.

The stuff that's different is the darker tones in here. There's some serious drama happening in this film. Of course we have more of Peter’s brokenhearted ass, but there are a lot of family dynamic stuff here as well. There's plenty of funny bickering between them, but it's also covering up some pain that the movie gets into.

Plus, we learn about Rocket's origin. That's when things get really dark and cruel. His past sucked. You WILL get emotional.  Especially when in his story we meet our villain

THE HIGH EVOLUTIONARY.

He brings new meaning to the word "Narcissist", and you will hate him. There's a lot to hate. He's pretty much getting his Dr. Frankenstein on, using parts from animals, humanoid creatures, and robotics. His victims suffer much and he don't give a SHIT!

Bradley Cooper (Rocket) is good! I always forget that he's part of the Marvel Universe. I was kinda hoping that Rocket's origin included being Bradley Cooper, but had his brain removed and put in a raccoon. And maybe something similar with Groot

Some dark stuff, but also a lot of LOL moments. I think they maneuvered the tones well.

I do wish that we got more of my main woman Debicki!

  And like many, I had hoped for more Adam Warlock, but I know time was tight in that regard. 

That's prob my main complaint about the film - TIME. It's 2hrs and 30 mins ----- TOO LONG, and yet the endings for these characters seemed rushed. Like... where they end up, individually, makes sense, but it feels like we skipped some emotional steps.

This is Rocket's story, and it's full of laughs, feels, and bad ass action! I really enjoyed this movie! PMB card renewed!

Grade: B+

What made this movie extra enjoyable for me was the news that someone dies in this movie (NOT a spoiler. I already told you about all of the murder. Murder always begats more murder, kids.

Any explosion near The Guardians --- NOOOO! One of them gets shot --- NOOOOO! Any time one of them was alone --- NOOOO! Eating a delicious, fatty, salt encrusted meal---- Heart Disease, NOOOOOO! On the toilet ---- isn't that how Elvis died? or is that a myth? People die that way though.

. What an interesting way for a Marvel character to die. “We'll all remember when Mantis crapped herself to death.” :)

NOOOOOOO!

Although, anxiety-inducing, it was certainly a more exciting way to watch. It was a kind of a gift. A gift which I now leave with you.

#TheGuardiansoftheGalaxyVol3 #TheGuardiansoftheGalaxy #johnpraphit #praphitproductions.com #Marvel #Elvis #Action #Comicbooks #Praphit #Mantis #Rocket #BradleyCooper #VinDiesel #ChrisPratt #ElizabethDebicki #HeatherLocklear #KathyIreland #DaveBautisa #Nebula #MCU

[metalprompts]

*      ―    ﴾  𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎  𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜  ﴿   :   𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒.

the  following  has  been  taken  from  various  songs  by  THE  BUTTRESS.  feel  free  to  change  and  adjust  anything  as  needed.

" i’d  be  lying  if  i  said  i  wasn’t  wishing  for  his  untimely  death  or  demise. “

“ art  is  dead.  buy  my  shit. “

“ don’t  be  mad  that  i  fucked  your  dad. “

“ i  wanna  look  death  in  the  face,  not  wonder  where  it  is. “

“ i’ll  never  forget  that  you  showed  me  to  make  art. “

“ i’ve  been  here  for  so  long  that  my  shadow  left  an  imprint  on  the  wall. “

“ i  wrote  all  night  but  i  erased  all  of  it  because  all  of  it  was  wrong. “

“ let  me  save  that  aggression  and  digest  it  and  manifest  it. “

“ that’s  why  god  disowned  us. “

“ why  do  i  lie  awake  at  night  thinking  instead  of  you,  it  should  be  me ? “

“ something  wicked  this  way  comes. “

“ i  promised  myself  that  i  would  never  belong  to  no  man  or  place. “

“ no  case  can  contain  me  or  tame  me,  i’m  the  one  that  makes  it  great. “

“ i’ve  been  trying  to  call  you  all  fucking  day. “

“ i  can’t  believe  you  brought  a  fucking  demon  into  our  house. “

“ i  ain’t  afraid  of  no  ghosts,  bitch ! “

“ if  you  think  i  have  a  conscience,  you’re  wrong. “

“ they  targeted  the  artist,  burnt  the  kid  like  a  witch. “

“ the  evil  that  resides  in  men’s  minds,  i  harness  it. “

“ they  won’t  blame  me,  my  whole  life’s  been  wasted. “

“ you  weren’t  aware  of  the  female  hysteria ? “

“ we  all  want  the  same  thing.  that  thing  being,  that  my  ideas  went  the  farthest  and  when  i  die  i’m  not  forgotten  and  they’ll  call  me  an  artist. “

“ i’m  trying  to  inspire  awe  and  veneration  in  the  hearts  of  many  men. “

“ i’m  unsure  where  this  place  ends  and  i  begin. “

“ if  a  place  could  be  like  a  person,  then  would  that  person  be  my  friend ? “

“ it’s  not  true,  i  don’t  wish  harm  upon  you. “

“ what  motivates  me  -  hatred  or  is  it  love ? “

“ what’s  more  wrong  -  that  i  too  wish  to  be  great,  or  that  my  mother  wished  she’d  had  a  son ? “

“ my  whole  life,  you  were  a  teacher  and  friend  to  me. “

“ please  know  that  my  actions  are  not  motivated  only  by  envy. “

“ this  death  will  be  art. “

“ i  don’t  want  what  you  had,  i  wanna  be  you. “

#rp meme #rp prompt #sentence starters #ask meme #roleplay meme

[unityblair]

Master Eddie Munson Fanfiction Part 3

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Melissa (Made-up female character)

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Drug mention, Child Abuse, Poverty Mention

Story's premise: Mel comes to Eddie’s trailer to make a deal, but then everything spins out of control.

Mel’s Pov

“Shit, shit!” I shouted, finding my clothes torn into pieces down on the floor. Someone must’ve cut them up.

I swore I’m gonna destroy whoever did that. They had condemned themselves to eternity of suffering right at the moment they crossed me. I’m The Witch they should fear. All alone in the changing room after practice. The girls walked out minutes ago as I was showering. Me and Eddie separated at first period, only to reunite at the lunch table. Sitting next to me, joking with our friends, not trying to fit in… It felt liberating. 

“Whatcha’ doing?” Kemper asked, picking my attention.

“Just fixing…” I dragged out words, choosing my answer carefully “my nails, dude”

“Very thoroughly!” Laughed the guy, making everybody around our table buzz with laughter too. 

“Need something?” Eddie leaned in from his seat over the table from me.”You look kinda pale”

I felt myself flinch at the lack of pet words in his sentences. We really didn’t talk about us. Nonetheless, I wouldn't feel so hurt if he decided to keep us secret from our friends. But damn I fought the urge to cross the table around and sit on his lap and kiss the smile of off his stupid face. 

“Nah, I’m alright” I gulped, feeling his hand discreetly reach for mine under this obscure canteen table. 

“Why are you in uniform?” he furrowed his brow.

I looked at my cheer outfit, instinctively shaking my head. 

“A little side effect of being cooler than everyone” I send him a small smile, stroking his ringed fingers. 

“What did they do to your clothes?”  there was more than a threat attached to his voice. He seemed concerned, it was written all over his face. 

“I’ll tell you later” I tried to assure him. 

“I want to know, Mel. What did these suckers do?” I got goosebumps all over my skin from the coldness of his voice. “If anyone calls you commie bitch again, I swear I’m gonna…”

“You scare me. Stop, Eddie” I flipped him off. “Look at what you do to me” 

His fingers grazed sensitive skin, feeling the coldness juxtaposed with hotness. 

“Okay, but tell the word and I…” he sighed, but never finished because of the bell ringing. 

“I didn’t even start eating” Gareth yawned to Eddie, making him chuckle. 

“Get yourself clothes” Kemper remarked, looking at me as I got up. “You look oddly normal, Salewski”

“Fuck you, Frank Kemper” I showed him my middle finger, putting backpack on my shoulder, planning to walk away. 

“Why is she sitting with us anyway?” The guy remarked “She quit Hellfire, didn’t she, Eddie?”

“I am the Dungeon Master and I shall decide who stays and who goes, Kemper.” Eddie spit out, taking a few steps only to stop halfway from the door. Too far from me. Just as if he didn’t even care for me. 

“You heard him, shithead” I shrugged, turning on my heel, walking off to class.

But right after that we were once again separated and pushed into our very different worlds. 

I’ve noticed Jason and Chrissy talking to each other, the girl sending me an apologetic gaze, clearly aware of the talking. I didn’t blame her for anything, she had her own share of bad decisions, including listening to her strict mother that made her lose weight and run in multiple beauty pageants from the age of 5.

I had my mind made up that everyone had somehow fucked up life. What matters is what you do with it. You can stay mad at the world or you can try to work through it. And I was pretty inbetween, but I saw Chrissy was drowning. This jock asshole anchors her down - I thought to myself. It’s not my problem. 

After practice I was tired. Not wanting to make too much buzz for one day I told Eddie to leave without me. I needed a breather. Had to manage my raging Aunt and aching intimate spheres. 

My throat bobbed at the memory. He was so firm and dominant, and also loving. I couldn’t stop thinking about his tongue slipping inside me, his spit in my mouth and his fulfillment spilling down my back. It all felt so dirty, yet so fulfilling. For the first time in my life I didn’t feel pressured to be perfect. I was his little slut, which was absolutely fine by me.  

As I got home, I heard Linda rearranging the whole living room. 

“Cool” I shrugged ambivalently standing in the doorway.

“I was up all night waiting for you, so I got an idea…” She drifted off, walking up to me from next to the sofa. 

“I’m sorry” I looked down, feeling ashamed and scared. 

“You’re not going to sleep until you get this sofa to the library and back” 

And there it was. The venom. 

“Right at it” I said, setting my bag down. 

“Grounded till next week. Home after practice. You’re done with this Hellfire crap” 

I felt myself relax as I lost her from sight. Bitch. No way I’m giving up Hellfire. I had to make some cover-up stories. I hope it’ll suffice for a while.  

I felt my legs hurt, and teeth gritting as I tried to push the couch back and forth.

I felt like Siziphus pushing his stone up the hill, only for it to fall down again and again. The story of my life.

I tried not to cross my aunt but I also really cared about Eddie and Hellfire. I wanted to have a home, as much as I wanted to have my friends… and boyfriend. 

That's what I hoped he was to me. I wanted us to be able to finally call ourselves a couple. But this created so much more complications in our lives. I think we both were aware of that. 

Numbness consumed me as I got into the bathtub. I felt so sore and sad. I wanted to forget, make myself invisible, just to forget all of the abuse my aunt put me through every single day I was under her roof. 

But I had no other choice - I had to endure it to survive till I was 18. It was only a few weeks away. Suddenly, I felt this overwhelming urge to get out and risk it all. 

I smiled to myself, a fleeting feeling of drifting away making my body go limp. I swore I heard creaking steps on the floor as if someone was wandering around outside my rooms’ door. After my skin got wrinkly I stepped out, water dripping on the floor as I tied a towel around my middle and opened the door. 

There were roses at the foot of my bed with a tag attached to them. They kinda looked like a funeral bouquet. I chuckled at the butterflies in my stomach. 

“Dummy” I muttered. 

Looking around I noted that he must’ve gone out the window. Why wasn’t he waiting for me? Maybe he didn’t want to stay. Maybe… It’s the best scenario. I didn’t want more problems with Linda, he knew that. 

The tag read:

“If we’re not growing, then we’re already dead” 

I didn’t know where he got this from. Maybe it was some new Corroded Coffin lyrics or maybe it was all for me? I noted to myself that we’ll talk about the meaning tomorrow. I planned to pay him a visit after school. 

I turned my boombox on, letting psychodelic music play.

Fuck all these nosy motherfuckers.

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[calaryssia]

Unexplainable | Guess Who's Back

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Dean Winchester x OC

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"no way, i'm not going in there."

"come on belle. do you seriously just want to stay in the car? what happened to you wanting to help out?" sam says, i roll my eyes.

"i maybe a witch, but i can still get sick.  no way that's happening, no sir." i says not moving from the back seat of the car while the boys start to get out.

"fine, we'll be back in a couple of minutes." dean says before they both close their doors and head inside. i go back to reading the book my attention was previously focused on when i hear someone pop up beside me. i don't even flinch or look up because i know who it is.

"hey crowley, what's up?"

"you haven't been answering my calls, that's what's up. what are you guys up to?"

"pestilence. you knew that."

"yeah i did but i'd prefer to hear it from my most reliable source. and i do miss your phone calls. you already know you're my favorite." i smile looking up to him.

"i know." he rolls his eyes.

"anyway, i'm going to pop up later to talk to the boys, okay? just don't tell them. i like to be a surprise." i nod at him going back to my book and before you know it he's gone. 

after the hospital, we found ourselves on the road again and the boys were on the phone with bobby as i look through the window watching the trees roll by.

"let me guess, another steaming, hot pile of swine flu." bobby says through the phone.

"yep." dean is quick to reply back. "doesn't make any sense, bobby. pestilence touched down here. i'm sure of it." sam continued on.

"but why is he dealing them soft serve like swine flu when he's got the croatoan virus up his sleeve? i don't get it." dean finishes off.

"doesn't matter what the sick son of a bitch is doing. what matters is this is the fourth town he's hit, that we know of, and we're still eating his dust. do you get anything? we got even a snowball at probable next target?" bobby questions.

"uh, no pattern we can see." sam says before bobby continues on.

he sighs before saying okay and hold on, and we can hear through the phone that he is moving somewhere because of the squeak of his wheelchair.

"well, as far as i can tell, he's still heading east, so.. head east, i guess."

"east?" we all say at the same time. honestly i was tired of driving. "bobby, we're in west nevada. east is practically all there is." dean says.

"yeah, well, you better get to drivin'." bobby says before ending the call. ugh i'm so tired of driving.

suddenly i feel a presence next to me. welp here's crowley. "say... i've got an idea." he says before dean turns the wheel hard making us come to a stop and sam pulls out the demon knife, before sam gets the chance to stab him with it he's gone which causes him to stab the back seat right next to me.

"did you get him?" dean yells.

"he's gone." sam says stating the obvious. suddenly there is a knock on the window, crowley stands outside of the car.

"fancy a fag and a chat?" he says with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. we all get out of the car, the boys at the ready. i head over to crowley quickly standing beside him as the boys are still getting out of the car. "you're upset. we should discuss it. not here, but-" he says as he backs away from them i just follow closely behind him not in as much of a rush as he is.

"you want to talk? after what you did to us?" i laugh a little this whole situation was kind of funny honestly, it was fun to see crowley frightened.

"after what i- what i did to you?! i gave you the colt!" i laugh more at his tone, dean keeps glaring at me.

"yeah, and you knew it wouldn't work against the devil!" sam continues anger drenching his voice.

"i never! and if you're mad at me, why aren't you mad at her?" i was shocked he would throw me under the bus like that, but i didn't know anything so i wasn't too worried.

"belle wouldn't lie to us. you set us up. we lost people on that suicide run, good people!"

"who you take on the ride is your own business! look, everything is still the same. we're all still in this together."

"sure we are." sam tried to get at crowley swinging the knife in his direction. but crowley disappears and reappears out of harms way.

"call your dog off, please." dean then holds sam back before he can go after him again.

"give me one good reason." dean says pointing over at him.

"i can give you pestilence."

"what do you know about pestilence?"

"i know how to get him. that's got your interest, doesn't it?" they pause looking at each other. dean looks like he's going to consider it, but sam looks at him crazy.

"are you actually listening to this?" sam says madly. "sam-" dean tries to explain but sam cuts him off. "are friggin' nuts?!" sam says starting to raise his voice at his brother. "shut up for a second, sam!"

"shut up, the both of you! look... i swear... i thought the colt would work. you can ask belle. it was an honest mistake. it's all apart of the learning process. but nothing's changed. i still want the devil dead. well... one thing's changed. now the devil knows that i want him dead. which, by the way, makes me the most buggered son in all of creation." crowley says starting to get a little off topic.

"holy crap. we don't care." dean says getting annoyed.

"they burnt down my house!"

"no! all those cute shoes, the dress i would wear to those important events that i looked to good in! i can't believe it! ugh! can this apocalypse get any worse!" i say yelling at the sky. the boys just looked at us like we were crazy.

"they ate my tailor! two months under a rock, like a bloody salamander! every demon in hell and the earth's got his eyes out for me and belle! and yet.. here we are.. last place we should be. in the road, talking to san and dean winchester, under a friggin' spotlight!" he yells before shooting out the street light that was near us. the boys continue to stare at him like he's crazy. "so come with me. please." the still hold their stares. " do you want the horsemen rings or not? yes, i know all about that. shall we?"

they look at each other then look at me to confirm then back at crowley. 

we get into this abandoned house crowley heading in first, me and the boys right after.

"here we are, my life on the lam. how the mighty have fallen. single-pane glass, used contraception in the fire place." he says before lighting up the fire. "the water damage alone-" crowley tries to continue but dean interrupts him.

"my heart's bleeding for you. now, how do you know about the rings?"

"well, now... i've been keeping a close eye on you lot."

"we've got hex bags, we're hidden from demons." sam says, i look down, kind of sad they didn't trust me to make their own hex bags.

"all but one." crowley says pointing to himself. "that night you broke into my house, our first date, my valet hid a tracking device in your car. a magical coin. that easily trumps you little bag o' bones. it allows me to hear things, too. and, my, the things i've heard. so you want to cram the devil back in the box? cunning scheme. i want in."

"you said you could get us pestilence." dean says trying to get along with the program.

"well, now... i don't know where pestilence is... per se. but i do know the demon that does. he's what you might call the horsemen's stable boy, he handles their itineraries, their personal needs. he's who you want, believe me. he'll tell us where sneezy's at." i laugh at little at his nickname for pestilence.

"well, how do we get him to spill? rip out his toenails?" dean questions.

"no. nuts at his pay grade don't crack. we bring him here, then i sell him."

"sell him?" says questionably as if he wouldn't be able to do it.

"please. i've sold sin to saints for centuries. think i can't close one little demon?" crowley looks at them with a 'matter of fact' look.

"all right, so where's this demon of yours?"

we start to get ready for the invasion with the boys putting together the weapons while i sat at the table they were assembling at. i found the cleanest chair in the joint and sat down quickly and haven't gotten up since.

"why are we even listening to him, dean?" sam questions like i'm not there. "this is totally insane."

"i don't disagree."

crowley comes up behind sam at the doorway leading into the room. he claps to get the attention set on him. "one big happy family, are we, then? fantastic."

"you ready to go." dean says to him.

"yes. yes i am. sam, belle keep the home fires burning." i honestly was okay with this. he didn't need me and i was comfortable.

"what are you talking about?" dean says with a serious look on his face.

"sam and belle aren't coming." i ignore it knowing he's doing it for a reason.

"and why the hell not?" sam says turning to crowley with a anger look in his eyes.

"because, i don't like you.. i don't trust you... and, oh, yes. you keep trying to kill me." he says walking up to the significantly tall man.

"there's no damn way. this isn't going to happen!" sam's anger rising even more.

"i'm not asking you, am i? cause you're not invited. why can't you just be like belle and sit over there quietly. i'm asking you dean. what's it gonna be?" they look at each other before looking back at crowley. "gentlemen. enjoy your last few sunsets." he says before turning around starting to leave.

"wait." dean says bring at the attention on him. "i'll go." dean grabs the stuff before heading over to crowley. he stops in the archway for a second. "what can i say? i believe the guy." they both walk out leaving me and sam sitting there. sam goes outside watching them leave in the impala.

sam goes to the other room grabbing a bottle of whiskey and his phone calling someone. i stay in my seat, pulling out my book and start reading again. when i hear something that makes my heart drop.

"what do you guys lead him to the cage and i jumó in? it'd just be like when you turned the knife around on yourself. one action, just one leap." i hear yelling from the other side of the phone but i can't quite understand what the person was saying. i go back to reading ignoring whatever else the conversation goes to.

sam's got a good plan. but it wouldn't end up well for him. if he told dean he would freak out. i decide to keep to myself what i heard, wanting him to tell me hisself. 

me and sam didn't talk at all while we waited for dean and crowley to come back. i heard the impala pull up and i decided to finish the page in my book before i go check it out. i walk to where the stairs are to hear a conversation play out.

"so, go ahead. go, ruin our last best hope." i hear crowley say as i come into the room. sam walks past him heading towards the door to the other room. "it's only the end of the world." he says before same walks away. i come up to crowley for him to just nod over the other room, i decide to head over there.

sam walks in with me behind him and we see dean tying what i assume is the demon in a chair that's on a devil's trap with a bag with another trap on it over his head.

"sam." dean says before he starts to walk over to his brother. i take that as a sign and i walk over and out of the way so they can have their bro moment or whatever.

"what's going on dean?" sam questions still confused to what crowley said.

"i need you to stay on mission, okay? focused."

"i don't understand. what's all this about?"

"i'm doing this because i trust you."

"trust me to what?"

the guy from the bag then speaks. "sam? sam, is that you?" dean then walks over to the guy taking the bag off of his head. revealing a man with a beat up face.

"brady?" sam says confused.

the demon laughs a little. "brady hasn't been brady in years. not since, oh... middle of our sophomore year?"

"what?"

"that's right. you had a devil on your shoulder even back then." sam looks like he's starting to question everything. "all right, now, let it all sink in."

"you son of a bitch. you son of a bitch! you introduced me to jess!" sam says starting over to him the anger boiling inside of him. dean pushes him back to he can't advance any further.

"ding, ding! i think he's got it!"

"damn it, sam!" dean says still trying to hold him back. "i'm gonna kill you!" sam says while dean backs him into the other room. i stay back, keeping an eye on him. i walk in front of him and i suddenly recognize him.

"belle, it's been a while, i see you're still as hot as ever." i roll my eyes crossing my arms over my chest. "so you're hanging out with the winchester's again." i nod. "well can't say that will end well."

crowley then comes into the room noticing that we have talked, he rolls his eyes knowing our little past. he pulls up a chair turning it around sitting in it in front of the demon.

"look... do the math yourself. if lucifer wins, he'll turn this place into his kingdom. when the morning star cleans house, we all get the mop."

"he created us. why would he destroy us? that makes no sense."

"look at who, at what he is. then take a look at what we are." crowley says trying to convince him.

"maybe you should be a little less worried about our necks and be a little more worried about yours, and that little witch of yours."

"has crossed my mind. that's not really the point."

"actually, crowley, that is the point. no one will know greater torment than you. lucifer is never gonna let you die. and he'll just us little miss over there for his own good. she is one of the most powerful natural witches in all of creation. as for me, i know the score. i'm dead, whether i tell you anything or not. so i think i'll die on the winning side, thanks." wow. am i actually? crowley pauses for a second.

"good talk. cheers." he says as we both walk out of the room. we walk into the main room to see dean sitting in a chair with his feet up on the coffee table, beer in his hand.

"well, how'd it go? he buy your girl scout cookies?" he always tended to joke in the right times.

"not yet. where's your moose?" crowley questions as we both look around for sam.

"he's cooling off."

"all right then, get bent."

dean looks up from his beer. "you going somewhere?"

"well, he won't budge so now i go stick my neck out."

"what are you gonna do?"

"exactly the kind of desperate swashbuckle i've been trying to avoid. now i go kick open a hive of demons." he tries to walk out but stops himself. "this whole bloody ring business better work." he says before he's gone again.

dean looks at me. "surprised he didn't take you. why is it that he likes you so much. you're just a witch." i roll my eyes. they don't know it yet but i play a role in this apocalypse as well.

"well, that would lose all the fun of making you wait. wouldn't it?" i say smirking.

"you still haven't told me what he has over you." he said giving me his serious face.

"he doesn't. he's protecting me. you'll see." i say walking over to the kitchen grabbing a beer sitting back down at the table i was before and started reading my book again. they would know soon. and that scared me. 

"belle, get in here!" i heard crowley y'all from the other room. i close my book walking over to where i was called to. when i get there they are all silent, crowley starts to walk in where the demon is and i follow him, boys following behind. "good news. you're going to live forever."

"what did you do?" the demon says as crowley walks around him as me and the boys stay by the doorway.

"went over to a demon's best, had a little massacre. must be losing my touch, though, let one of the little roads live. oops. also might have given said toad the impression that you left your post last night because you and i are... wait for it.. lovers in league against satan." he is good. "hello, darling. so, now death is off the table. now you get to be the boss's eternal-torment list with little old me." he says smiling a little.

"oh, no, no, no, no. no."

"something else we have in common apart from torrid passion, of course, craven self-preservation. so, now, why don't you tell me where pestilence is at?" they stare each other for a second and before the demon can speak, there is howling from dogs hear from near by.

"oh god, crowley."

"was that a hellhound?" dean says scared slightly.

"i'd say yeah." crowley replies.

"why was that a hellhound?" dean questions. crowley feel around him for a second finding a coin. "what's that?" sam asks.

"remember i was telling you about my crafty little tracking device?"

"yeah."

"demons planted one on me." sam starts to get pissed again.

"you're saying a hellhound followed you here?"

"well, technically, he followed this." crowley says fiddling with the coin in his hand.

"get me out of here. i'll tell you anything you want." the demon tries to bargain.

"shut up." i'm quick to say before turning back to my boss. "okay, we should definitely go." i say starting to get scared. i hated those things.

"sorry, love. no one knows more about the hounds than i. you're long past the point of go." he says tossing the coin up grabbing me and leaving the boys there.

we pop up in a different abandoned house. "what the hell crowley?! you're just gonna leave sam and dean there to die?!" i say starting to get mad. i never usually get mad at him but this was the crossing point.

"don't worry, i have a plan." after a couple of minutes we are back in the same grungy house we were before and i'm right next to dean while crowley is up the hall.

"hey!" crowley yells at what i assume is the hellhound in front of us.

"you're back?" dean questions. "i'm invested. currently. stay!" crowley yells at the dog.

"you can control them!" dean says a little bit of anger in his voice.

"not that one. i brought my own." he says as he pats what is the dog next to him. "mine's bigger. sic him, boy!"

the dogs start to attack each other, we all move outside after getting the demon out of the trap. we run to the car and see that crowley is already there. i go over to the side with crowley while the demon gets in on the other side.

"i'll wager a thousand my pup wins." he says chuckling opening the door for me and him. i get in the middle while both the other are on each side of me. we rush out of there as quickly as we can. 

we get to an ally way where we start to question the demon on pestilence' where abouts.

"yeah. i'm sure pestilence will be there. thanks." he says handing crowley a piece of paper. he turns over to us walking.

"what do you think?" dean says.

"it's good." crowley says handing dean the piece of paper. "you've got no reason to lie, have you? like i said before, you're in my boat now."

"you've screwed me, for eternity." i laugh a little.

"nah. won't last that long. trust me." he says as we start to leave.

"where are you going?" the demon asks.

"i'm going to do you a favor." crowley says before turning to sam. "i expect we'll be in touch." me and crowley walk over to dean to see him putting a salt line by the only exit. he stops right before finishing it letting crowley pass. he gives me and dean a look before he's gone.

dean finishes the salt line and we turn over to sam and the demon. "what is this?" the demon questions.

"all those angels. all those demons. all those sons of bitches, they just don't get it, do they sammy?" dean says to sam. i finally comprehend what is going on.

"no, they don't, dean."

"you see, brady.. we're the ones you should be afraid of." sam then gets ready with the knife in hand.

"i bet this is a real moment for you, big boy. gonna make you feel all better?" he sasses staring at sam with a smirk.

"it's a start."

"gonna make up for all the times that we yanked your chain, yellow eyes, ruby, me? but it wasn't all our fault, was it? no, no, no, no. you're the one who trusted us. you're the one who let us into your life, let us whisper in your ear over and over and over again. ever wonder why that is, sammy? ever wonder why we were so in your blind spot? maybe it's because we got the same stuff in our veins and, deep down, you know you're just like us." he then tries to attack sam, but he falls leaving a nick in his arm from the demon knife. "maybe you hate us so much because you hate what you see every time you look in the mirror. you ever think of that?! maybe the only difference between you and a demon... is your hell is right here." he says making the anger in sam boil over, he stabs him in the upper stomach with knife see what's left of him fall to the ground, dead.

"interesting theory."

#dean winchester x oc #supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #spn #spn s5

[jigensass]

Apparently my brain is not done talking about this movie and still had a lot more to say.

I was going to put this in Discord as a response but I deemed it more fitting for its own Tumblr post because it is a lot about why people are mad at Multiverse of Madness. Writing down all the evidence for me about people's justifications for despising this made me see the other side and agree that even though I said that yes, Wanda and Stephen were two sides to the same coin with their trauma, I think people wanted a happier ending.

Wanda was never treated kindly in the MCU, it was one tragedy after another for her. Losing Pietro in Age of Ultron, losing Vision, losing her kids, real or not. And for her to go out like that was truly heartbreaking. She was right about people perceiving her as the villain when she never was. It was kind of ironic when they revealed the truth about what Stephen did in Earth-838 and how the Illuminati covered up his choice and painted him to be a hero. And I'm not saying I praise the movie for letting Stephen get away with using the Darkhold. In all honesty the third movie should have all of his unspoken actions of questionable morality (basically every major choice he has made in every movie he has a major role in) go accounted for, especially if he does get to stand in front of the Vishanti when (and if) they decide to make him Sorcerer Supreme. Truth be told, this movie really should have been a Scarlet Witch solo film where she actually won and overcame her trauma either with Stephen's support or on her own. Because the other main complaint I saw that not only did Wanda get shafted, but Stephen did too because of Michael Waldron who was probably the root cause for why Loki Season 1 ended in disaster (did not watch Loki, but I saw what happened and that alone ruffled my feathers). Now that I think about it, Stephen and Wanda should have worked out their problems together because they rooted from literally the same source, but he got put into the role as 'protective dad who bottles up his trauma'. And what is worse about Wanda is that literally no one will know of her sacrifice of destroying every known Darkhold outside of Wong, Stephen, and America and she will only be known for the terror she caused.

No one really won, but just like with Infinity War, it was very clear who the favorites were. And it definitely wasn't Natasha, Tony, or Wanda. Because they were the ones who got screwed in their closure from the events of IW either by dying or suffering so much pain you become so traumatized you become delusional, obsessed, depressed, and then ya die.

Anything beyond this post is me shit posting don't take it seriously.

I'm saying it now Scott and Sam, if you ever see this post, this is what I want for the third movie, if the third movie is already in the works. Third time this long running joke about me predicting Doctor Strange movie plots is the charm, amirite?

1. Clea shows Stephen the true actions of his questionable decisions throughout every film and how she has had to clean up after his ass.

I speculate that Clea has been a thing in the MCU since No Way Home. The purple magic that closed the rips in space time? That was her cleaning up his goddamned mess.

2. The Vishanti in their physical forms. Heck, just give us weird caterpillar Agamatto.

3. Dormammu in his humanoid form and Umar. And make sure that Benedict Cumberbatch plays Dormammu again so in the final fight he's literally hitting himself and kicks his own ass with the science of judo.

4. Do not make Clea a damsel in distress. If she is going to be Stephen's new love interest, she better have that personality she has in the new comic where she takes no shit and openly announces she has 'warlord blood' in her veins and makes Stephen her bitch just like Fujiko Mine did with Lupin the Third. And set her on fire. I want her to save this reveal of her being Dormammu's niece for after the kiss so he can be shocked and question all of his life decisions that led him to this.

Too bad Stephen will never get the three way he secretly fantasized about with Clea and Wanda cause ya killed Wanda.

And once again. I. Am. Not. Making. This. Shit. Up.

5. Obviously we have to have another new supporting character like America Chavez. I request Billy Kaplan aka the gay Demiurge himself from one of the other universes. Too bad we can't have Damien Helstrom cause he already got his own Hulu series that everyone including myself, forgot about.

6. Make Stephen bisexual you goddamned cowards. It is written in the ancient texts that all magic users are bisexual. If you make Tony canonically bisexual in the comics with an orgy you can do it with Stephen. Make him confess his love for Wong or bring it Namor out of nowhere and let him have a mancrush on him.

And finally

7. More. Fucking. Tentacles.

#spoilers #multiverse of madness #doctor strange #wanda maximoff

[bostonkreme]

I need 2 collect myself, they are all such genuine fine lambskin sluts. tuck me in bed & read me pierre lapin wtf. let’s do this

karl urban gets this unhinged murderous look on his face and I want him to direct it at me

frenchie mon coeur my good trainspotting bitch, are you even alive? I love you. I hate myself. If anything happened 2 u I’d bomb the national archives. c’mere i wanna shave something funny in ur hair. I know u took my fishnets but im not mad they obviously look great. alexa play nuxx by underworld before I START. SCREAMING. just kidding play that song by toulouse. I will risk it all & end up dead or incarcerated.

kimiko could make me do whatever she wanted, queen of cooking & dancing & murder. I wanna be her so bad. I will settle 4 adoring her

would also commit such serious crimes for mothers milk, he makes the slightest facial movement & I am on the edge of my seat. the tension when he pauses. he makes me wanna be a better person fr this is all so grey I’m fine

so so confusingly attracted to jack quaid, he’s exactly age appropriate & I love a well meaning comedic disaster, but…lineage. I know it’s you parent trap, I’ve got mail ok, I can’t look at you knowing I wanted to fuck your parents before I even knew what that meant. you look exactly like both of them get away from me

I’m upset about starlight going full instagram face. but I get it. everyone has filler, that’s not what I’m talking about. I understand that nose jobs are basically a welcome mat for an entertainment career, but when ppl in their 20s get buccal fat removal??? etc

it makes me sad, she was SO cute in jessica jones & is obviously gorgeous now, I just hope she’s okay later in life. I worry about people who seriously alter their faces super young!! fucking look at what they already did to dove cameron, for gods sake someone explain. I thought the point of cosmetic procedures & plastic surgery was to touch up what you already have AS you age or change something that makes you really insecure, but we are spitting out carbon copied barbies FULLY FACIALLY TRANSPLANTED BEFORE AGE 30 at a rate I cannot handle!!

discover the joy of playing with every weird kind of barbie why don’t u. how…what’s the long term testing on that much surgery in your 20s for purely cosmetic purposes? how does it hold up & affect your nerves? who was patient zero. do you realize what it looks like after a decade when a surgeon didn’t do your eyelids EXACTLY right? who wants to worry about that??

help I actually don’t know, I’m just frustrated in a way that is hard to articulate. obv I have my own image hang ups like we all do & I’m not saying erin moriarty specifically got a full head transplant & none of this is on her at all. she should do whatever & not have to explain it & when she shows up somewhere looking like this I’m like………

carry on madam, as u were, I would never even dream of challenging you??? I can handle that our eyes no longer both squint unevenly when we lopsidedly smile. and the outrageous editing, do ppl really always do that outside of photoshoots? yes. they do. wtf. none of these pictures match & you’re already so good looking. why must everyone have the exact same face without even the slightest defining characteristics. and almost everyone doing this was pretty much already industry standard gorgeous to begin with???

decided I’m going grey AND getting so much filler. I would like the sexy old witch package, just age me right up I’m tired. where in the hell was I going w this. oh jesus christ that’s right yeah I’d die 4 starlight like I do not have any notes for her I don’t think. god, so much happened I really don’t know

maeve. maeve?? QUEEN MAEVE. I will rip out every single inch of every single metro line with my bare hands & become the movie volcano. I will sink the entire eastern seaboard into the atlantic if you ever scare me like that again. love you.

the a-train storyline was like watching the writers meticulously craft two perfect beautiful puffy little cannolis & then when I’m about 2 cry at the sheer wonder of these pastries in front of me they shove them both in my ears at mach speed

antony starr is so gifted at making me hate him, I can’t even tell if he’d be attractive with brown hair bc the picture when I pause is too small and I’m already so afraid

I can’t look at chace crawford without thinking abt that girl who publicly shit herself in front of him, what a fucking queen, I know I have the screenshot somewhere bc I would never delete it. shelly miscavige is still missing btw

they gave black noir some dialogue & that was rly where they went with it. an episode that dealt so much additional trauma to my already fragile psyche that it straight up canceled out what I was already carrying around in real life. what if we all died with him in first person lmfao. my fucking synapses quit firing. I am no longer a girl, I’m a fucking iPod touch with a cracked screen playing map of tasmania by amanda palmer & I will remain this way probably at least thru the end of the week. do not plug me in or take me off repeat 1 okay just let me vibe, thank u

jensen. another very specific kind of ‘it’s 2005 and channel 3 the WB is blaring on my fatback tv with a huge antenna & we can’t acknowledge gavin degraw or he gets louder’ type of brain damage. wait now it’s 2009, do u guys wanna see my bloody valentine 3d? yeah it’s only been 5 mins but this guy is definitely the deranged killer. his friends like. abandoned him in a mine shaft.

I actually feel bad 4 him if he’s completely straight bc he definitely got offered so much dick in late 90s LA

this bitch is lifted shifted higher than the ceiling. did god take away his dog or did I hallucinate that. idk that was the best/worst month ever and I didn’t make it to the last season but I also don’t wanna say how far I did make it

what the god damn fuck do u want me 2 say

how’s it hangin coward why’d you put a sock on it

oh right the character. he’s the worst. what if we made stucky happen except he’s one person & he’s fucking himself. what if we rolled those two enormous old fruits into a stale swisher & let charlie sheen smoke it behind a gander mountain

red headed crazy girl from jessica jones is holding this show together. the affection I feel for her is tangible. she can rip out my hair instead, I’ve got extra fr

HOT SENATOR. I CANT EVEN REMEMBER HER NAME I AM SO FUCKING SORRY, GOD. MY BRAIN TURNED OFF EVERY TIME. IT’S VICTORIA. ALSO QUEEN OF MURDER

cherie 💕🥰💖 we will have a winter wedding. im thinking bordighera but whatever she wants

resurrect the milf. I can’t stand the udders and this psychotic prick needs his fucking mommy milkies bc no one ever fucking loved him and actually I shouldn’t even have to factor that in for that choice to be on the table. im kidding that would be dumb but what happened to her fkn baby lmfao was it super. don’t talk to me about the other kid I CANT

laser baby’s day out is still the best part of this universe. I believe that firmly

the real life political echoes are feeling a little too on the nose. kripke, I’m FINALLY ready to fight u and win. ugh, good job I think 😂

im good. im fine

#said while levitating & furiously ashing a pink sobranie that went out 20 mins ago #Ali aren’t u glad I posted this on an empty side blog instead of texting it to you #fine I’ll tag this but do not perceive me #the boys

[mors-et-virginem]

Highlights from a 16 hour shift

-tables being mad at me because we were out of food they wanted

-drunk unstable guy accusing me of being a witch because I spilled ice cubes, started slamming his fists on the bar and trying to get in my face, had to call police, they show up 2 hours later and it’s not even a cop who knew about the incident he just wanted a to go order

-being forced to go outside and listen to an unhinged ramble from the woman who came in with the unstable drunk guy about her sex life before she ran off into the night

-my tables were like I’m so sorry, but didn’t tip me. When the dude was being crazy nobody spoke up for me, nobody did anything while a man twice my size tried to square up with me, not even my coworker, and it took someone from back of house to get him to leave.

-the person who was supposed to relieve me didn’t show up. Found out from back of house they refused to work the shift but just didn’t say anything. My ex/room mate showed up thinking I was getting out at my usual hour to give me a ride. Complained about waiting around for me before he left and told me I was “being rude to him” because he showed up shortly after the incident and I was filled with adrenaline and anxiety; but was still responsible for closing out tickets and helping my staff go home. Even though my manager didn’t want me to work this shift because it would put me into overtime, Nobody would come in so I worked a 16 hour double.

-Tables post crazy dude were less awful by a slight degree. But I was still snapped at because of back of house issues. I was so stressed at this point I started crying and told them I would pay for their meal.

My last to go order were a drunk couple, and the woman just…didn’t like me. Talked to me like I was stupid, slurring at me and snapping her fingers. Was angry that the menu didn’t “read the way it should” (what does that mean???) When I got their order packed, after verifying with the chef that it was correct with my own two eyes she made me unpack it and show her. At least the guy with her seemed to realize she was being a bitch for literally no reason and tipped me nicely.

All this is to say I LITERALLY HAVE NO CONTROL OVER THE SUPPLY CHAIN, THE MENU DESIGN, HOW LATE YOUR FOOD IS (UNLESS I WAS A DUMB ASS THEN YEAH THAT’D BE ON ME), STAFFING, ETC. I’M JUST YOUR SERVER AND IT’D BE REALLY GREAT TO BE TREATED LIKE A FUCKING HUMAN BEING AS I GO THROUGH MY OWN PERSONAL SHIT YOU DON’T SEE ME HOLDING MY TABLES RESPONSIBLE FOR SHIT IN MY PERSONAL LIFE THAT LITERALLY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU OR STIFF YOU AFTER SITTING BACK WATCHING AN UNSTABLE MAN TWICE YOUR SIZE MENACE YOU AND HONESTLY I REALLY LOVE MY JOB IT’S THE ONLY GOOD THING I HAVE GOING FOR ME RIGHT NOW AND I’M WORKING MYSELF INTO BURNOUT TRYING TO SCRAPE ENOUGH MONEY TO GET OUT OF SHARING SPACE WITH SOMEONE WHO GASLIT, CHEATED AND LIED TO ME SO MAYBE STOP SHITTING ON SERVICE WORKERS.

I’ve never done this before but if anyone wants to buy me a cup of post traumatizing shift coffee I would be so grateful.

Cashapp $hotchipsplz

#personal #text post #restaurant life #server problems #server life #god i need therapy

[gainprincess]

"..."

Standing outside the abandoned clinic, Lavinia suddenly feels...nervous. She's not heard from her mother for months, and she's been giddy. No more Mom. No more monster. No more pain.

So, why does she feel nervous now that she's here? She shouldn't be nervous. She should be happy to confirm once and for all....that the old hag is... i-is-

CLICK! Crrreaaaakkk....

"...!"

It's open. It's never been open before. Lavinia's instincts flare to life, and she instantly goes on guard. Something else could be in here. Could be keeping the lights on, could be causing people trouble...

Could've hurt Lavinia's mommy.

"?!"

What? Why did she think something like that? She didn't care about that fat bitch! She wasn't worried about her or anything! S-She wasn't!

She couldn't be!

That old bitch didn't... didn't care about her either!

She... she didn't...

"Lavi, you're up late... Waiting for Daddy to get home, just like Mommy, huh? Alright, you can sit on my lap while we wait. But not too long, okay?"

"Aww, off to practice, sweetie? Be careful. I'll make you something wonderful when you get back, how's that sound?~"

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll keep you safe, always. I promise."

"..."

Lavinia decides to push such thoughts from her head, and just step into the clinic. Junk like that filling her head wouldn't help her at all, and it had no place in the head of Lavinia Beauchamp.

"Haaaa..."

Lavinia steps in, and instantly the acrid scent of flesh rotting hits her nose, causing it to crinkle as she instinctively covers it. It's strong, and she instinctively summons what eldritch power she can, as if instinctually preparing to excise whatever rot has infested the clinic.

"Eugh! What the hell?!" She grunts as she recoils, glancing around the room in a panic. Her arm, coated in a sort of green-black mist, is held out before her. The familiar scent of her inhuman poisons doesn't mask the smell of blood and viscera, but it does clear away the fog in her head, letting her see clearly.

There's nothing in the reception room itself, actually. It's just as pristine as ever, save a thin layer of dust coating the unused furniture, and the lights function perfectly normally.

But that smell still remains, and it makes Lavinia gag. It also makes her REALLY fucking suspicious. Eldritch creatures shouldn't let things like blood and viscera remain in their domains. They're too human, too bothersome. In all her experience monster hunting, she's never been able to smell blood before, and her mother should be no exception.

'Maeve' is an experienced Elder One, not some newbie JUST born from the primordial unconsciousness. So, if there IS blood...

"Hey! Old hag! You in here?!"

Lavinia's panic overcomes her silence before she can think, shouting into the clinic's hallway. There's no response, and Lavinia's blood runs a bit cold.

Stepping forward, she notes the stench of blood growing ever stronger the closer she gets to the hallway. That doesn't help her anxiety at all, but if something's happened, she's the best one to get to the bottom of it.

"Old hag!! If you can hear me, say something, you decrepit witch!"

Her calls are growing more panicked as she enters the hallway, kicking the first door open with a heel.

Nothing but empty blackness and medical equipment. Bad.

"Come on, you bitch!!" Lavinia shouts again. "Answer me before I-I... I start getting real mad!"

The second door, kicked open harder, to the point that the door flies off its hinges, hanging off the doorframe with all its might.

"OLD HAAAAGGGG!!"

Nothing, again. Just a black room with unused equipment and sterile needles.

"Come on, say something!"

As she charges back out, the smell continues growing stronger. It's not in either of the side rooms, nor the office, which she just checked prior to her door-kicking spree...

That leaves...

"The operating room...?"

Fear grips her harder than ever before, and she breaks into a sprint towards those double doors. The smell's growing stronger and stronger, and Lavinia can hear the familiar tones of eldritch horror tearing at the reality around it, reshaping and remaking anything that comes into contact with something that should not be.

"MOM!"

For the first time in 14-and-a-half years, Lavinia lets loose that curdling cry, slamming her palms against the reinforced doors and shoving them forward without a hint of delay. If her mom's letting her eldritch strength out this recklessly...

She could be in trouble. And you're scared to lose her.

She grits her teeth and sprints in, skidding to a stop as-

"What in the hells...?!"

Lavinia stares in mute shock at the sight before her, near-vomiting as she cups a hand over her mouth. Which is impressive, given how much horrific and terrible eldritch nonsense she's thrown herself into as a hunter.

"....LaVinIA? ArE YOOouuuuu... HeRe FoR mE?"

A writhing, putrid mass of flesh speaks to her, even though its... back? is the only thing looking at her. It speaks in many different voices, and they all are just off, just barely non-human. The bloodied, pulpy sinew that composes its body pulses and undulates when it speaks, expelling splashes of blood and discarded organs into a corner 'in front' of it, the disgusting mess the source of the awful smell Lavinia had smelled, no doubt.

"I'M SorRRY YOU HaDt O seE THiS... I wANteD TO surpRIse YoU oNCe I wAS dONE..."

The thing turns to her now, and somehow makes Lavinia's gut clench harder with the resistance to vomiting.

So many different faces, constructing and deconstructing themselves every second... as if searching for the right one.

An older Japanese woman, with soft eye wrinkles and a kind smile, torn away by a young Irish pubcrawler with fiery-red locks that scream of her passionate grin, which then ceases to be thanks to a dark African woman at the end of her life, eyes and face depicting a woman who's gone through so much and only barely made it out at the end...

All of them don't satisfy the being- Her mother, most likely... and it horrifies Lavinia as she continues to watch them be unmade and remade over and over and over.

"M-Mommy... Wh-what... h-happened...?"

#muse: lavinia #muse: ??? #tw: blood and guts imagery #where are you miss maeve: 3/4 #lavinia is very troubled

[catsandnotes]

29-30/07/23

I feel oppressed in what is supposed to be my home

The reason I keep these entries was a way for me to let out my anger that the witch has bestowed upon me. I am supposed to be grateful for all the hate she harbours for me, because getting mad at one means they still care about them. But now, it is a reminder for all the emotional and mental abuse I've had to endure for the entirety of my life. Thinking everything is fine, but looking back at these will make me understand how much I'm keeping within.

A trip to Orlando has been planned for the bitch and I. I didn't necessarily want to go but I also thought it would be nice to go anyway. I've been responsible for planning the activities. I've searched for some and was ready to present them in order to discuss itinerary. Every time was not a good time to bring it up. Either it is to be discussed later or I am berated for not preparing enough. About 2 weeks before our departure, I asked if we should buy the activity tickets, only to be berated on how I was supposed to have brought up planning when she had asked me for it for 2 months. This is such a hypocrisy. What irony. She then decided that it would be a good idea to listen to what I have planned, after more yelling on how it wasn't the right time, then accusing me for not saying anything during the "right time" (I means sure, doing chores would be a good time, but I can't tell if that bitch thinks so).

Currently, it is 1 week before departure, and I have been yelled at for being useless, not worthy of what I'm learning for my masters degree, questioning my professor's abilities to grade me, and apparently being irresponsible because I didn't write down her timeline that she had proposed (no, there wasn't a complete timeline, but only a list of what we can do and what should be backup choices). But at least the entire scheduling has been fixed and all I have to do final detail checks. Within all that, she questions how I'm disorganized and distrusts me using my phone or laptop as note takers (I am disorganized but I know where my things are, or I have to make things load in order to show the full picture). Fine, pen and paper is the only option I'm yelled at to do, and proceeded get a GOOSE (good on one side) paper upstairs, to only get yelled more on how she made the house convenient by putting paper on the floor we were on (I'm sure if I chose that paper would yell at me for making poor choices by choosing a tinier sized paper). And now, this bitch doesn't trust me to write general bullet points, but that I have to write every single thing that comes out of her mouth "knowing that I wouldn't he able to remember". My neck feels painful from all my depressed head falls trying to avoid her gaze.

I've decided, when I earn enough money, I will move out. Whether it's renting an apartment or buying a down payment for home. I'm done being berated at and being a target punching back for all that she has to take in for her ridiculous family. I feel ashamed to be associated with them, and I feel stuck to be here with them, especially the bitch herself.

#im done #tiger mom #fuck you #i hate it here #i hope #im so angry