#a bunch of gross men interact with me

[rosymushrooms]

finally had the chance to wear my new favorite vintage dress 🩵🧚‍♀️

#not tagging this as ‘me’ bc everytime i do #a bunch of gross men interact with me #i don’t have the energy to deal with them today bye #mine #personal #oh immediately after i took this i knocked my glass off the counter and it shattered #rip to my vintage holly hobbie glassware #and my spicy margarita

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Is my punishment almost over?" Emily asked her boyfriend, Joey.

"No, not yet, baby girl..... I think you need to learn your lesson a bit longer."

"But....! The tournament is in a month. How can I perform like this?"

"Not my problem.... You should've thought of that before being such a naughty girl, Emily."

Joey wasn't wrong, in a way..... Almost a year ago he started dating an Olympic silver medalist gymnast, who was known the whole world over for her skill and dexterity. Shortly after dating her, though, he was sent something damning by a random person online.... At the time, Emily was basically flat chested, yet had a cute butt and tended to give the cameras sensual, flirty looks, often blowing kisses and winking at the camera, sometimes bending over unnecessarily to give the people filming her something to zoom in on.....

Turns out when pervy guys reblogged these clips and admitted to masturbating to her performance, she would reply, happily encouraging them. On her official account, zero shame, her with the silver medal as her avatar. She'd tell these random men to 'milk their cocks good' and 'cum real hard for her tight little ass', like some porn star. Joey saw this and was very amused..... So, he decided Emily had to be punished--badly. He told her she had to obey him and take breast growth pills, to give the next national gymnastics tournament before the Summer Olympics a good show.

"I'm sorry, Joey..... you know I can't help myself. I love to flirt."

"Which just tells me how badly you need to be punished. Look at this one I found! Some random married guy posted that he wants to throw you in his van, hogtie you, and put 'a pile of kids in your pretty gut'. Did you block him....?"

She shook her head. "No....."

"Oh wait, you went on an extended RP session in the public comments about how he was going to abduct and rape you. Damn, you're one messed up girl."

"Messed up as a guy that makes his girlfriend grow a pair of boobs that weigh 50lbs each? Knowing she's a gymnast!"

"Nah, not as bad. But hey, think of all the hot interactions you'll have on Instagram now! You're gonna step out, not in your leotard, but a bikini, these gigantic udders spilling out. And you'll do your routine.... as well as you can. Think of how many guys are gonna jerk off to that."

"Fuck.... that's so hot." Emily bit her lip, fondling her pussy and breasts. "They're so heavy.... I look like an idiot with these things....."

"Well, you are an idiot. A horny, drooling idiot, too obsessed with fondling that swollen pussy of yours to care whether or not millions see you flirt with married men and RP getting knocked up by them."

"I'm.... it's just a little addiction, is all. I could try therapy...."

"Nah, I think you deserve to be nothing but walking jerk-off fodder. You're done being a real athlete. They'll just have you on because your oversized, goofy looking udders will make so many desperate, horny men tune in. And a whole bunch of normies to make fun of you."

"Fuck you.... you find these tits sexy..... You just came so hard inside me!"

"Well, I find them less sexy than I do the fact that I made you grow them. Understand?"

She nodded obediently. "Yes, master."

"Good girl, now, isn't it going to be fun watching you balance those giant tits and a belly full of my kids at the next tournament? Damn, by the time the Olympics roll around, those tits will weigh 100lbs each. Won't that be so fitting? I can't wait to see you even try to perform..... Then your career will be sitting on OnlyFans, immobilized by those cartoonish udders, masturbating all day like the drooling, horny idiot you really are deep down. You'll be flirting with your desperate, gross fans, all of your regular fans won't want anything to do with you as you sit there ten hours a days fondling yourself, surrounded by a pair of tits too big for you to carry on your own....."

"Fuck you...."

"Don't act like you don't agree. You aren't an athlete Emily, you aspire to be nothing but walking jerk-off material. So you might as well go for gold, isn't that right?"

Emily bit her lip, rubbing her heavy breasts. "Then I better go for 200lbs each...... be totally trapped by these things...."

"Now that's the perverted little idiot I love."

"I aim to please, Master. ❤️"

#breast expansion #be #enormous breasts #immobile kink #gigantic breasts

[letorip]

somethin' stupid [ii]

"and though it's just a line to you, for me it's true and never felt so right before"

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pairing: wednesday addams x reader

summary: it's all her fault, and wednesday can't help but feel it in her bones.

warnings: mentions of blood, the police (gross), hospitalisation, crying

word count: 4.8k

A/N: thank you all for the love and support you have given to this silly little story of mine. it is absolutely insane. red font denotes the thoughts of those around you. kind of worried i may have rushed the ending, but i hope you like it anyhow. right, anyways...

===+++===

It took an additional thirty four minutes and twenty eight seconds after the beast sunk its claws into your chest, for Wednesday to come wandering out of the line of trees stretching to the cloudy sky and onto the nearby mountain street, still wearing your bright yellow raincoat bunched around her wrists.

Finding the cave had not turned out to be entirely as difficult as she had expected, and she managed to find its charred remains just as Eugene had said. There was no evidence to gather, really, and there never had been to begin with.

In the far away distance, only lightly covered by the rain, it sounded as if a flock of birds were screaming at each other and fighting, and the noise rang throughout the forest before settling in Wednesday’s ears. She had already been annoyed and frustrated enough tonight. The extra noise just set her even more on edge than before.

It took another sixteen seconds and a few steps closer then, for Wednesday to realise the noise bleeding from around the bend in the road wasn’t in fact, a group of birds. Instead, it was the worst sound Wednesday could ever want to hear.

Within an instant, Wednesday took off running, every sickening realisation clicking at once. The vision that had been plaguing her nightmares and every interaction with you came back in full force. Her stomach began to churn as she went, heart burning and ears ringing. She knew.

When Wednesday rounded the curve, she saw the cars and their sirens.

The red and blue lights bounced off of the dirt and pavement even from far away, reflecting in the rain water as it pummelled to the ground. Five police cruisers sat strewn every which way along the shoulder of the road, headlights on and pointed into the underbrush. Officers wandered the clearing, pointing their flashlights into the dark and yelling loudly to each other in an attempt to overcome the rain.

As Wednesday rushed towards the vehicles, a man stepped out of the closest car to her, wearing a plastic blue poncho that did mostly nothing to stop the merciless pounding of the furious rain. He spoke into a little radio on his shoulder, staring out into woods at his men while they searched.

Wednesday’s loud steps from her thick shoes warned him of her nearing, and the man turned, hand dropping from his radio. She was immediately displeased, greatly so; the man was Sheriff Galpin. He looked just as unhappy to see her, frown drooping into a wry glower.

“Addams what are you doing out here??!” He shouted at her over the storm, hands placing themselves on his hips. “It’s sure as hell past your curfew, now go back to Nevermore, dammit!“

Wednesday walked right up to him then, tugging him roughly by the poncho and his collar, which she balled up dangerously in her fist. It was a warning, and she meant it. Potentially, she meant it more than any threat she had previously given. “Who did you find.”

Sheriff Galpin’s eyebrows lowered, a line appearing in his forehead as he stared her down. “That’s official Jericho Police Department business, missy. You need to-“

Her grip on his clothing tightened. “Now.” Her voice shook a little. “Who did you find.”

He looked at her for a moment in the flickering blue and red of the dark, examining the look on her face. Her eyes were shining, though she would never admit to it. The old sheriff sighed. “Some kid from Nevermore was attacked. You might have known ‘em. Name was like, (Y/n) or something.”

Wednesday’s hand went slack, dropping back down to her side. “Were…,” she swallowed, attempting to cool the heat rushing to her face. It felt as if the Earth had just broken away from its orbit, to float off directionless into space. “Were they killed?”

For the first time, Sheriff Galpin seemed almost soft. He bent down to her a bit, patting her on the shoulder awkwardly as if to say ‘there, there.’ He had never liked the Addams girl much, though that seemed highly irrelevant in the moment.

“Uh, luckily no, though the camper who found them said they were awful close. The EMTs got here just in time. They’re headed to the hospital.”

Wednesday pulled back, tensing at his hand. “Give me a ride to the hospital,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. The sheriff shook his head.

“Nuh uh, no way. You’re going back to school, kid. It’s too late for you to be out here anyways, and I’m sure Weems would like to know why the hell you were out past curfew in the first place.”

She glared. “I need to be at that hospital.”

The sheriff rolled his eyes at her, any moment of softness gone upon remembering why he disliked her and her family so much. “Like hell I’m going to take you there.”

Wednesday blinked at him.

===+++===

The night was still dark but no longer raining, when Sheriff Galpin speedily dropped Wednesday off with her bloody fist at the front step of the hospital.

Punching the tree again and again had hurt, the sharp bark slicing through the skin of her knuckles, but it also meant she needed a nurse and potentially stitches, and there was only one place capable of offering such services. Suffice to say, the sheriff wouldn’t become her fan any time soon.

The clock had slowly crawled to four in the morning, and though Wednesday was exhausted, and Enid and Thing were potentially freaking out back at the school as to where the hell either of you were, Wednesday was a bit more concerned with figuring out where in the hospital your room was. Oh, and maybe aiding her fist, which was now dripping blood onto the patterned green carpeting as she went.

Upon entering and striding right up to the front counter, Wednesday had gotten straight to business. She held up her bloody fist, placing it with a 'thud' on top of an infographic that sat on the reception desk. The previously sleepy-looking teenage receptionist stared at Wednesday with a look of wide awake, abject horror. “Tell me where the ER is,” she said.

"Uh...over there?” said the girl, raising a weak finger towards the doors in the far left and unable to pry her eyes away from Wednesday’s hand.

Wednesday nodded a single time before walking off, leaving the receptionist to lean over the counter and watch her go. The sign over the door was marked 'ER,' and Wednesday followed down the brightly lit hall until she arrived at a new waiting area. The people in there looked much worse for wear than the empty entrance at the front.

Nervous parents sat cradling their obviously sick children, a construction worker was repeatedly coughing in the corner with his head propped up, trying to stay awake, and a woman in a pantsuit was cradling her foot in a cast and wincing. If this was an omen to who was in your company, it was certainly a bad one.

Wednesday did just as she had before, walking right up to the desk with her hand and showing it to the nurse at the front. Only this time, the woman gave her a worried look, picking up the black phone to her right immediately and dialling a few numbers into the keypad.

“Uh, stay right there, ma’am,” the woman said. Wednesday nodded. She didn’t intend to go anywhere anyways.

The nurse who had come to find her was an older woman, with smile lines crinkling around her mouth and winging off the corners of her eyes. She looked almost like a grandmother, except the electric pink afro she had curled off of her head in coils that spoke of youth and vitality and fun. Enid would have liked her, and Wednesday knew you would have too, but she hated the colour pink just as she (mostly) disliked fun people.

The woman had gotten straight down to business, pulling Wednesday into a room with a metal tray of supplies already picked out and holding up her hand.

Even being someone who enjoyed pain as she did, the antiseptic stung when it was placed over the scratches on her fingers. She hissed a bit, and the nurse glanced up at her with pitying eyes, grabbing the supplies for her stitches off of a metal tray.

"You said you punched a tree?"

Wednesday was suspicious of the woman's sudden interest, but nodded. The nurse could probably tell her where you were anyhow. She didn't like making friends, but she could at least make allies. She had called you one of her allies when you had asked. Remembering that hurt now.

"Yes,” she replied, a bit annoyed with the question.

"Why'd you do that, then?"

"I needed to come here. It's important." The nurse began to stitch her up, and Wednesday flinched at the sudden contact.

"What’s important about here?"

Wednesday glanced down at her soaked, dirty shoes. "There's someone staying here I need to see." The nurse looked up at her then, studying her carefully.

"You're here for that kid that came in after being attacked." Wednesday swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. The nurse sighed, wrinkles filling her forehead as she finished up Wednesday's middle finger and moving to her ring finger, holding up the pad to the light. "They were rushed into emergency surgery about twenty minutes ago. You'll have to wait here a while, and just to warn you: it isn’t pretty." Wednesday sent a small glance to her, one that spoke of a timidness the situation had drawn out of her that wasn't previously there.

“Why don't you go home for the night? Get yourself cleaned off and dry."

She shook her head at the woman, frown deep and telling. "I need to be here when they wake up. They don't have anyone else. Both of their parents are deceased, and I need to be there for them."

"I'm sure they would appreciate you coming this far, honey. They're very lucky to have someone who cares for them as much as you do. I've been a nurse for a loooong time, and trust me when I say you've done plenty."

She certainly had not. Wednesday was not immune to the morbid irony of the situation at hand. In reality, she had cared all too much, pretended that she cared not at all, and tricked you for the longest time into thinking she cared too little. Caring had gotten her nowhere- worse, it had gotten you into an ambulance.

"I'm...worried," she struggled to spit the word out at the nurse, who looked at her with soft eyes of encouragement. "I've said some things, that I don’t think I’ll be able to apologise for."

"Shhh," the nurse hummed, finishing Wednesday's final knuckle and taking out some bandages to wrap around the raw skin. "You'll get the chance."

“I’m not sure I will,” Wednesday's frowned deepened. Her lip threatened to quiver a bit, but it was true. She had been so foolish to bring you along- so selfish to allow you to push the bounds of your own safety. It sat lodged in her stomach like a tumour, growing and growing.

If this is what it meant to love you, Wednesday wasn't sure she was ready.

The older woman gave her a sad smile. "Look, there's no shame in making mistakes. The shame is in being too proud to ask for forgiveness for them," she said, standing up from her chair. "They'll be in room 304, I think. Should be out of surgery in a couple hours, in case you want to…”

“I’m not leaving,” Wednesday insisted. And she didn’t, for a while.

Very little could spook an Addams, especially one such as Wednesday, but she had decided it was all too much, seeing you after surgery. It was an utterly horrific sight. Had it been anyone else, Wednesday would be staring at the intricacies of the scars waiting patiently to form, marvelling at the magic of twisted skin and scabs. But no, it was you in that bed, wheeled right in, and she felt the rare urge to vomit.

You were hooked up to so many machines. Buzzing, whirring, and beeping were the only things keeping you alive, and it served as a painful reminder for everything that could have been lost.

A ventilator sat over your mouth, covering your soft lips and strapped to your jaw. Live, it said, as did the several needles and monitors that were hooked into the skin of your hands and arms. There was too much surface area covered. Wednesday, even if she had wanted to, couldn't have held your hand.

Blood was still very much crusted to the planes of your skin in parts, or at least what was visible of it behind your bandages. The white cotton sat in squares and rectangles, taped to your chest and along the stretch of your cheeks and face. You would never be the same, and Wednesday knew it then.

Always, you would bear the evidence of the attack when someone saw you for the first time and winced a bit, and Wednesday held herself as partially responsible. Her love was too thick to sit in. Wednesday Addams swallowed the tears she would deny crying.

She sat with you an hour, then she walked down to the payphone on the corner and called Enid as the sun finally settled for the morning sky.

===+++===

In the three weeks since your attack, you had yet to wake up. The doctors said it was a coma, and that they had no idea when you would wake, if at all, and that only made Wednesday feel worse. She had gone to visit you before, after, and sometimes even during class. Her own hand had healed nicely, though there would be a permanent scar over the knuckle of her index finger from a particularly nasty cut,

On one visit, Enid had said it was as if you "were sleeping," but Wednesday couldn't disagree more. When you slept, it was on your side with your mouth, open, snoring softly. No, instead, you looked like a dead body. Even after acquainted with the room, Wednesday still felt a great pain in her chest upon seeing you every day like that.

Principal Weems had been more than angry, discovering another student had been hospitalised as a result of Wednesday's actions. She was also worried, and annoyingly tried to sign Wednesday up for more sessions with Kinbott.

That wasn't what Wednesday needed, and she shrugged it off as such, every time Kinbott tried to bring up what happened to you, like she was waiting for her to burst into tears. An Addams didn’t cry. Instead Wednesday let the guilt eat her alive.

She also hungered for vengeance. Strewn across her floor was a giant mental map of everything involved in the case, from photos of the bodies (Enid had fainted twice) to crime scenes, and even potential suspects, all laid out accordingly.

As soon as visiting hours were over, she bid you adieu and threw on your yellow raincoat that still smelled like you, before heading out into the dark to solve the mystery. Maybe it was a way to say she was sorry, maybe it was a manifestation of you potentially never waking up- Wednesday didn't know.

What was even more frustrating was how she knew you held the final puzzle piece. She wasn't a fool- your ability to see into the thoughts of those around you was probably what had caused the attempt on your life in the first place. You had intentionally placed yourself in harms way, then, turning off your abilities for her.

You were incredibly powerful for one so laissez-faire about life- a fact that only offended Wednesday more, as you had been the target and not her, or someone else. You, who had just worn your heart on your sleeve to her, listened to her throw it away, and then immediately gotten attacked. You didn't deserve that, just as much as Wednesday didn't deserve you.

Then came the question of what you did deserve to hear when you awoke. If she was such an excellent writer, why couldn't she think of what to say to you if that ever happened? It still didn't feel good enough, no matter how many times she rewrote the letters or changed the order of the sentences. Nothing seemed to feel good enough.

===+++===

Around the fourth week, Wednesday began to leave you long thoughts, like diary entries. She didn't even know if you could hear her, from in there. You had been taken off a ventilator and it looked as if you were finally starting to level out a bit. Wednesday didn't know why, but she suspected you could hear her thoughts.

So she started thinking to you.

It had started small, at first. 'Today is the twenty-sixth day of you being asleep, you know. If you don't wake up, I swear I'll kill you.' She didn't even know if you could actually hear her, or if you'd want to, considering your last interaction. Wednesday itched to talk to you again, and her recounts grew longer and longer.

'Today is the twenty-eighth day of you still not waking up. Mayor Walker passed, yesterday. I have my suspicions of Xavier. He seems to meet with Dr. Kinbott frequently, and it's possible she's Laurel Gates. I'm not sure if I told you about this yesterday, but I summoned my ancestor a few days ago, Goody Addams, and she warned me of the Gates Mansion.'

'Today marks an official month, 31 days, of you not being awake yet. My Uncle Fester is in town. He sends his regards, by the way. He's the bald one I spoke of before, and he was eager to meet you... Enid and I visited the Gates' Mansion with Tyler. We were attacked and Tyler was injured. I know that may alarm you, but I assure you, I'm fine... If you don't wake up... I'll curse you forever.'

She didn't mean it.

‘Today is day thirty six and you’re still not awake. Enid will be waiting with you while I go confront Xavier and have him arrested. You must forget this when you wake, but I miss you… I’m not proud of it but I do. I said I wouldn’t care for you this way but look at me now. You didn’t spoil anything, (Y/n). If you said you loved me now, I would say it back. Give me the chance to say it then, or else.’

Wednesday waited patiently for another minute, hoping even a little bit that her mind would spark you to life. When nothing happened she sighed just as she had every previous day. Enid gave her a sad smile.

“Go get him, Wends. We’ll both be here when you get back,” she said. Wednesday glared at the use of the nickname, but grabbed your yellow raincoat off the back of her chair, shrugging the oversized jacket on and heading out the door. If there was one thing she thought would make amends, it would be catching your attacker and achieving revenge all on her own.

Of course, thirty seconds later, when Wednesday was long gone, you shot up right like a rocket, and Enid let out a scream.

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You were climbing, it felt like. You weren’t sure what, but you were pulling yourself up and out of something, pads of your fingers gripping the surface and lifting. It was one clutch after the other, and you had no idea how long or where you could possibly be climbing to.

Were you dead? That was entirely possible. You had blacked out with Tyler’s claws ripping and tearing at your chest and come-to in the back of the ambulance as it sped towards the hospital. A nervous-looking paramedic stood over you, casting a shadow over your eyes, and from there you had passed out again. Maybe you had died then.

Of course, it was a possibility. Not a welcome one, but it was still a possibility. Either way, you had to figure out a way to warn Wednesday about Tyler. Maybe if you just kept climbing. Time seemed to slow down, and it was one hand after another.

There was definitely sound coming from the outside world, and it wrapped around your head in mumbly nonsensical jargon. You recognised the voice, that was definitely Wednesday, and she was definitely close. Every now and again small words like 'Xavier,' or 'Kinbott,' would peek through the mist and you were left to wonder as to why they were relevant.

You climbed a bit harder. The voice would come in and then out again, and you were left wondering if days were passing or maybe it had just been an hour. All you knew was to keep climbing. Your fingers felt raw, your arms ached to stop, but you kept going to keep Wednesday safe, wether she wanted you to or not.

Before you knew it, a hand came forward for the last time, and it was like a button had been pressed. Suddenly, you weren't in any void, or any back of an ambulance, you were in a bland hospital room, sitting straight up and looking right at a mortified Enid.

"Oh my god!" She yelled out, pointing at you in surprise. "OH MY GOD!!!" 'WHAT THE FUCK!!!!'

"TYLER!" You yelled back.

"WHAT?!" Enid yelled.

"IT'S TYLER! And hi!"

Enid fainted again, just in time for a nurse to rush in upon noticing you were awake.

===+++===

One thing you had missed dearly whilst in a coma were fruit cups. You sat rather contentedly, eating a mango fruit cup in your soft hospital bedsheets and leaning back against a checkered pillow. From around you in the hospital, noise buzzed in your mind. It felt good to have your blinders off for once, even if it meant you had to focus in on Enid and the noise directly in the room with you.

"Thirty six days???" you asked. Enid nodded.

"Wednesday- I mean all of us 'But mostly Wednesday', were worried sick that you wouldn't wake up. Are you okay? What was it like in there?" 'How the hell are you still alive???'

You shrugged. "Not really sure. I just remember my arms hurt and I was in this void-thing, trying to pull myself out..." You grew serious. "I need to speak to Wednesday."

Enid leaned forward. "And you're sure it was Tyler? He doesn't seem like he could hurt a fly."

"I saw him, Enid. He was covered in blood and he was in his own head thinking about the attack and how pleased Laurel would be for him to succeed. It's him."

"Wednesday thinks it's Xavier," she said. You shook your head.

"She's wrong. I know she's sweet on Tyler, but-"

"-She's not sweet on Tyler, (Y/n). 'You CANNOT still believe that after all of this...though I guess you were comatose' I've said this since the beginning of the year, you bozo. She's sweet on you, and you two are such idiots running around and pretending like you don't know."

The painful memory of your final interaction before the attack came back in waves, pulling you under and tugging you into the deep. You cleared your scratchy throat, still sore from its lack of use. "Enid, Wednesday made it perfectly clear how she felt about me."

Enid rolled her eyes. "You two, I swear you're going give me grey hair. Oh! Speaking of appearances," she sat up. "You haven't seen how you look yet!"

You frowned, not entirely sure you wanted to. You knew you had facial scars- the sharp slashes to your nose and cheeks were enough to know that now, but you weren't sure how much you wanted to see them. Enid pulled out her phone camera, flipping it around to selfie mode.

It wasn't as bad as you thought- a giant twist of a scar curved around the apple of your cheek before reaching up through the lateral third of your eyebrow and stopping shortly after. Another crisscrossed over the bridge of your nose. Still bad, though. They were noticeable, and those were only the ones on your face. You frowned, and Enid seemed to regret asking to show you them. 'I just messed up, didn't I.'

'Oh my, cara mia' said someone's noise in the doorway. You looked up, hearing her arrive, and there she was. Wednesday stood looking almost nervous, hands crossed over her chest awkwardly, like she was uncertain if she was welcome. You tensed. "You're awake," she said.

You nodded. Then you did Wednesday a favour and turned your own noise off to give her the privacy she coveted. Wednesday sent a look over at Enid who just stared. When the werewolf didn't take the hint, Wednesday cleared her throat.

"Oh! Sorry, sorry," said Enid, standing sheepishly. "I guess I'll just go get some food from the cantina...even though I already ate and want to see how this happens," she muttered. Wednesday sent her a much sharper glare, and Enid scurried out of the room.

The moment the door clicked shut, Wednesday spun to you. "If you died, I would have killed you."

"I know," you nodded. "Enid told me you were here all the time." She frowned.

"Never speak of that again," Wednesday said, seeming almost embarrassed. "Enid wasn't supposed to tell you that."

"She's not really good at keeping secrets. You probably shouldn't have told her anything if-"

"-Did you hear them, when you were in there?" She asked, cutting you off mid-sentence with what she had really been wondering the entire time, but too nervous to ask. You blinked.

"Hear what?" If she had been saying important things to you whilst you were under, you didn't know what she was referring to. The look on Wednesday's face was unintelligible.

"I said some important things, (Y/n)," she said, fidgeting with her fingers. "I sent them through my thoughts."

"You also said some important things before I was attacked, Wednesday. You called me a lost puppy."

"I know," she replied. "I was worried this very thing would happen if I didn't."

You snorted cynically. "Looks like it happened when you did, actually." She looked wounded by that, and now you felt bad. "I didn't mean it that way, Wends, I'm just trying to warn you-"

"I love you too," she said.

Any thoughts or words you potentially could have come back with were lost, slipping through your fingers and tumbling to the floor. Wednesday took a step closer, placing her hand on the bed next to you, flipping it over to show you her knuckles. A few small pink scars littered the skin there. You picked it up in your own, brushing over them with your thumb.

"I meant it. I love you too. Even with your scars- which are magnificent." Wednesday thought for a moment, then looked you dead in the eyes. "I love you with a love that is more than love."

"That's Edgar Allan Poe," you whispered. She nodded, then she swallowed, forcing the words out.

"I see now, that I was...wrong. I have been deceitful, and I have been unkind. I pushed you away when you deserve much more than that- likely much more than me. I cannot express how earnest my regret is, and just how much I want your forgiveness-"

"Yeah yeah, stop talking like an old English guy," you said with a laugh, pulling her scarred hand to your lips. You sat up a little bit more, and though it hurt, you pressed your lips to her palm. When you pulled away a moment later, she kissed you full-force. Her hand moved to your neck, playing with the hair there and delivering the perfect amount of gentle longing that made you fall back against the pillow.

She pulled away all too soon again, but the small smile that teased the corner of her mouth spoke of future ones to come. "You said you were going to warn me of something?" She said in between attempts to catch your breath. You raised your eyebrows, remembering the dire information at hand.

"Oh, yeah, Tyler attacked me," you said, leaning your neck back against the pillow.

"What?!" Wednesday said, pulling away with her eyes as angry as ever. "Why didn't you lead with that??" She didn't want to believe it, but she knew you wouldn't lie.

"I got there eventually, and you needed to apologise!"

Wednesday sighed, shaking her head. Though she would never admit it, she did truly miss your ridiculousness. "Anything else?"

"The master of the creature-"

"-It's called a Hyde," Wednesday corrected you.

"Yeah, that. The master of the creature wears red boots. I saw it in Tyler's vision."

The girl in black stood up, heading for the door. "Thank you, cara mia. I'll be back when this is over."

"Go get 'em tiger." She turned to you, unimpressed.

"Shut up."

"Yeah yeah, love you."

After a moment she sighed. "I love you too."

thank you all so much for your support on this story! i absolutely will be writing again, and am here to stay. i cannot thank you all enough, and as always, PLEASE tell me or message me about any typos as i will fix them ASAP. i'll definitely come back and change this later if i feel like it. i tried not to rush the ending but was also majorly conflicted as to where i should leave it off. so if it bugs me later down the line, i'll change it.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #jenna ortega #jenna ortega imagine

[yarrayora]

i saw people being so surprised that sono bisque doll is like. made by a woman. because the protagonist is a gyaru cosplayer who isn't uncomfortable with being sexy. which. ok. fair. but for me i already suspected the author was a woman before checking because:

1. usually the male protagonists in a manga about cosplaying and otaku culture is depicted as. well. a gross otaku, but worse than that they're usually bland enough that the average japanese men can self-insert as a harem owner. gojo wakana has no harem and only one marin and most importantly he's appealing to the female audience which sadly not a lot of male authors are capable of doing

but most importantly

2. in manga about otaku culture written by men, when the characters visit a convention the mob characters they'll end up interacting with are usually sweaty people fitting every negative otaku stereotype under the sun including being mad at "normies" attending their "sacred ground" or whatever but instead for marin's first ever cosplay event we got people regardless of gender politely asking her for a photoshoot, and later on we got a crossplayer whose hobby isnt treated as some kind of gotcha and a bunch of working women trying to shill their interests to their friends instead of gatekeeping them

which is why it's no surprise to me that the author is a woman

#sono bisque doll wa koi wo suru

[ruckusresourcebin]

LAYERS OF FEAR 2 SENTENCE STARTERS. starters from Bloober's game Layers of Fear 2, a psychological horror thriller game about an actor heeding the call of an enigmatic director. Some lines have been changed for the sake of easier interactions.

cw: verbal abuse, mentions of animal cruelty, implications of child abuse, themes of identity loss, self - deprecating thoughts, implications of suicide ideation

" stay awake. you will play your part. you will stay awake. "

" sleep is a poor excuse. and so are you. "

" all preparations have been made. your toys await you upstairs. "

" time waits for no one, actor. do not waste ours. act. "

" so long i have struggled to finish what was started. i had nearly lost hope. and yet, here we are. "

" remember what we talked about. focus on what you do best. "

" build the character. trust me, it'll be worth it. "

" the room has been set up as per your request. "

" one, in his time, plays the parts of many men. "

" you observe the others, while the others watch you. "

" you're expected to behave properly, wandering through worlds that aren't really there. you put on masks and adjusts accordingly. "

" each mask is a character. each character -- a layer. layers upon layers, calling out to you. "

" you must build the character you were meant to portray, or lose yourself completely. "

" you stand, on a stage where every man must play a part. and yours . . . is a sad one. "

" as per the director's request, this section of the ship has been closed off to all passengers and crew. "

" did you sleep well? "

" look, once you get there, just do what you have to do. get to the set, and build this character for him. "

" i know how many times you've told me you hate the sea. and i'm telling you, this gig is just too good to pass up. "

" did you check the lower decks this time? i swear to God, if we find stowaways again this time, you'll never set foot on this ship again. "

" never met him in person, but a few people have. that's why you hear all these rumors . . . about him being broken, disfigured . . . all that nonsense. "

" acting, if done well, is a scary business. it takes immense courage, to lose consciousness of your own self and not just reenact, but become the character you are portraying. few can muster that courage. "

" it was as if the person onstage dissolved before my very eyes, letting the character burst into existence. "

" just think of me as an admirer of your talent. "

" your performances . . . they speak to me like no other have. "

" to say that you are my favorite actor would be a gross understatement. "

" guy's got a bit of a . . . reputation. "

" supposed to be some new method for building the character. bunch of artsy-fartsy bullshit if you ask me. "

" just, go with it. guy doesn't take no for an answer. "

" so, what if the guy is a little nuts? he's a director, it comes with the job! "

" what's he gonna do? kill ya? "

" i think it's all an act. "

" the world's a stage, but the play is badly cast. "

" there is always a way, a light in the darkness . . . "

" do you remember? "

" before the world told you who you should be, do you remember who you were? "

" come. i will make you remember. "

" so many have tried to be a part of my greatest work, as if there was ever a choice. "

" only one can bring this character to life. only one is broken enough to build it. "

" i believe in you. "

" we have to get out of this godforsaken prison, before we rot! "

" are we really going? [name], i'm . . . "

" i'm back, me hearty! scouted out the whole area! "

" looks like there's a trail we can follow . . . left by fellow pirates no doubt! to lead us to safe harbor! "

" there she is, me hearty! the fastest vessel to ever sail the seven seas, ready to take us to the land of the Flame . . . "

" i don't see any sails . . . "

" shh! we must make our way aboard, quietly . . . "

" [name], i want to go home. "

" be your heart soaked in doubt, or a fire burning within? "

" we always come with a burden. "

" voices, faces, figures from the past . . . wrapped in an heavy, old bag. the first thing to do is to get rid of it. "

" a little spark is all it takes to set the human soul on fire. "

" an act of creation always begins with an act of destruction. "

" one life ends, another begins. one life ends. "

" a life for a life. one must be taken. the right one. "

" do not doubt. act. "

" no, you look but do not see. shoot her. "

" take. the. shot. "

" a story as old as time. who are we to rewrite it? who are we to deny it? "

" we must look deeper. we must do better. we must. "

" this chart will lead us away from peril and into safe harbor! "

" it takes courage to stand up to someone stronger than you. "

" i was never brave enough, but she was. "

" only one of us knows what must be done. only one of us knows what is at stake. the other . . . doesn't need to know, doesn't need to understand. only to listen, and act. "

" [name], i think there's something in the dark . . . "

" sod it, if the chief wants it checked so bad, he can bloody well do it himself! "

" [name], i'm scared. "

" you should be scared! you know what happens if they find us! they'll send us back! "

" heard you got off to a rough start. i know you have your idea of who this character should be. it's your right. you're the star of the show. "

" just remember, the director might be an odd duck, but at the end of the day, you're on the same team. "

" inside every actor is the one part they were born to play, the one character they were meant to build. "

" chip away the bloody marble, give form to the formless, until all that remains . . . is the truth. "

" how far can you go? how deep can you descend? "

" the thing you seek is still there. buried, hidden away. locked in a vault, a prison of yourself. "

" you try, and fail, to understand. "

" a hungry animal does not think. it knows. it needs. it acts. "

" where reason dare not go, instinct prevails. "

" you must leave the stillness of the mind, and brave the storm of teeth and claws. only then, can you find the key and claim your prize. "

" yeah, uh . . . could we take this again? there's something wrong with the picture. i think you must've moved. "

" you just don't look quite yourself . . . "

" excuse me, i'm such a big fan! could you please sign my -- oh, i'm sorry. i must've mistook you for someone else. "

" when chasing dreams, we often find ourselves in a nightmare. "

" that'll do for now. it's time to eat. "

" but, [name], the food . . . it's gone! "

" tragedy strikes at the heart, despair consumes the soul . . . a life crumbles. "

" what's done is done. no use crying. "

" we need to venture forth and find fresh supplies. "

" here, take this. it'll help you find your strength. "

" one suffers for another. another takes their place. the machine goes on. "

" time marches on. death turns to decay. "

" no man is an island, but one can become a vessel, to carry within it the flame of another. "

" it warms the heart, it feeds the soul. it makes the world so bright. "

" a stolen flame burns strong, burns quick. a stolen flame . . . burns out. "

" we must not forget great art carries a heavy cost. to lose oneself in a role sometimes leads to losing oneself, period. "

" looks like the rats got to it before us. "

" shh, we're not alone here . . . "

" ugh . . . it stinks! but . . . it looks like someone took a bite. "

" come, let's not wait for it to come back. "

" something's got the animals all spooked. might be they sense the storm coming? "

" look! there's something there! over there! can't you see it? "

" no, this isn't what i saw. you have to believe me! "

" we're out on the edge of the world, [name]. nothing is as it seems. "

" this one's empty too. we need to keep looking. "

" [name] . . . i mean, captain. there's something out there, in the dark. "

" hush now, and stay behind me. i won't let anything happen to you. "

" such an opportunity, such responsibility, to unleash what has been trapped for so long. "

" i can hear it howling, rattling its cage, dying to get out. "

" leave it, we're not that desperate yet. [name]! i said, leave it! "

" a heavy cost must be paid, when one destroys the balance. a heavy cost . . . "

" not all lives are created equal. the life of one can outweigh the lives of many. "

" when everything is at stake, when lives hang in the balance, reason becomes weakness. "

" trust your instinct. tip the scales. "

" reason poisons your mind, makes you weak. "

" do not give in. do not let go. "

" the life that was meant to be, that life that never found its flame . . . weak, weightless. worthless. "

" some things should be left behind. some things. "

" you didn't take it. you'll starve. "

" you let go. you'll regret it. "

" you gave up. you'll never make it. "

" i once saw this boy drown a baby rat in the gutter. i didn't let his head up until he promised to never do it again. there is always somebody stronger than you. "

" it's no good. we'll never find any food! and it's all my fault! "

" [name], look at me! look at me! i will see us through this! don't you ever doubt me! "

" i know you have your orders and i mean no disrespect. i'm just saying, the chief is being unreasonable. he'd let all that food rot in the hold as long as it's accounted for. "

" they're decent, God fearing folks. not one thief among them. but when people hear their bellies, rumbling, it's easy to put them over the edge. "

" maybe there's some food here . . . "

" did you hear that?! this way! "

" it's like . . . i was never there. "

" remember our treasure? it's not far. this way! "

" watch out, something's coming! you need to keep moving! "

" what happened? i heard the director's furious. ready to call the whole thing off. "

" it seems you two have a completely different vision of who the lead character should be. "

" i hope you know what you're doing. "

" a house is built of walls and beams. a home is built of fears and dreams... "

" what's past is prologue. what seeps into the earth becomes fodder, a fuel for the flame, the lifeblood for the roots of existence . . . "

" roots . . . you must cut them away. only then, can you be truly free. "

" but . . . how does it do that? a sea couldn't fit in there! "

" it's the spirit of the sea. it captures its strength, its calm, its freedom. so it can live on, forever. "

" i'll be sending over a new reel tomorrow. pirate film. give this one a good spin. "

" more screenings means more arses in the seats, and more reason for me to keep paying you. "

" come, faithful servant, for tonight we brew a ghoulish concoction : the world's strangest stew! "

" he eats a lot. a WHOLE lot. "

" this one time, he almost shot himself out of a cannon! "

" seasoned by sadness, burnt from within, ravaged by madness, rotten with sin . . . "

" hollowed by longing, hardened by loss . . . once slick and polished, has now lost all its gloss. "

" torn up by conflict, ravaged by war, flawed on the surface, warped to its core . . . "

" look at it bubble, look at it shake . . . "

" the beast! it's awake! "

" look, [name]! father's screening the Black Wanderer! "

" movie's almost over. time to go. "

" i've been getting complaints about noises up in the balcony. people are scared the damned thing is gonna fall on their bloody heads. "

" i told you to keep it off limits! "

" careful! don't step into the light, or he'll see you. "

" don't you hide from me! "

" i know you've been sneaking into the theater again! what did i tell you about going in there while i'm working?! "

" she likes boys a lot. and girls too! "

" she's very friendly. maybe a bit too much . . . "

" i told you to hide it! i told you to keep it safe! "

" how could you let him take it?! it's all we have left of her! "

" you have to find it, and bring it back. "

" little scum . . . you were always bad luck. a blight upon this family. i gave up everything and what do i get in return?! "

" a lucky break, an ace up my sleeve. that's all i need! "

" a blackened heart, uprooted by tragedy, skewered by pain. that's all you've ever given me . . . that's all you've ever been good for . . . "

" keep her close to your heart. never forget her. she gave everything for you. prove that it was worth it, that you weren't a mistake . . . "

" weak, useless, no good to anyone . . . it was like, i was never there. it would've been better . . . if i was never there . . . "

" shh, be quiet . . . just watch. "

" let's go! father will be leaving the projection room soon . . . "

" as to my prospects, the doctor remains cautiously optimistic. "

" i admit, the pains have been getting stronger as of late, but i dare not complain. compared to what you've been through, my 'suffering' is barely worth mentioning. "

" i think father's been trying to fix his old camera. "

" when the world becomes too cruel, we look for a place to hide. "

" the dark can be many things. it can be refuge, or it can be hell. it is whatever you make it. "

" the dark can be a silent place. silence can be empty, or it can speak volumes. "

" the dark can be a lonely place. solitude can be a sentence, or it can be a companion. "

" sometimes, it's better to hide, to let the dark in. "

" father's coming! quick, get in! i said, get in! "

" hush, it's already started. "

" come on, he'll get mad if we're not back before him! "

" haha, what is that thing? "

" i thought i knew, but . . . now i'm not sure. "

" oh, [name], it has to take shape in your head first. otherwise, it'll just stay . . . formless. "

" words cannot express how overjoyed i am to finally hear from you. "

" when i had heard of what happened, my heart sank. it was as if a terrible shadow had eclipsed my life. but now that i know you're still with us, i feel that shadow has lifted. "

" goddamn bastards . . . i gave them everything . . . and what do i get in return? a bloody piece of rust! "

" this is where you come in! go on, pick it up! "

" it seems the tables have turned! curse you and your mutinous puppets! i will not make this easy for you. "

" if i am to meet my end, it will be by your hand, by your . . . action! "

" play your part, villain! i'm waiting! "

" that's right, don't hesitate! you know i wouldn't! "

" show me your strong! like me! "

" spare me your mercy, i would not show you any. "

" [name] . . . ? are you alright? "

" [name], i thought you were gone. "

" who i was a moment ago is no more. now, i can become someone else. "

" if i could sit around all day, i would, but there's always more pirating to be had! the captains says so! "

" watch, this is the best part! "

" come, we can't stay any longer . . . "

" steady your tongue! i can be whoever i choose to be! if your little mind says otherwise, then to the depths with it! "

" for the last time, i'm not replacing the bloody projector! it's your job to keep it up and running. "

" quit your whining and do your goddamn job while you still have it. "

" he loves gold above all else. "

" you were always there, following in my footsteps. silent, smiling sadly . . . like a warm shadow. "

" sometimes, when darkness fell across town, we'd sneak out of the house. "

" i'd look up, but i didn't see the stars. what i saw was . . . a thousand souls on fire. "

" your eyes would light up. the stars were already there. at that moment, i knew you had it in you. "

" you . . . the silent dreamer, dreaming that a day would come when we could leave it all behind. the journey of a lifetime! a light on the horizon! a flame to call your own . . . "

" you had it in you, to make a thousand souls burn. make them feel . . . alive, make them live forever! a thousand lives . . . but never mine. never mine . . . "

" there we were, dreaming our souls away into the night sky. "

" a cruel shade eclipsed the sun. our dream was gone . . . something else took its place. "

" oh no . . . what will [name] do now? "

" one day, we'll get to see how it ends. "

" [name] . . . what if something bad happens? what if i can't find you? "

" shh . . . listen to my voice. hold it deep inside, and i will always be there for you. "

" if you want to make it to the end, just remember . . . the monster may be scary, but it's sad too. because, at the end of the day, it is just as lost as we are. "

" a little spark is all it takes. "

" why can't you just leave us alone?! "

" you fill the boy's head with nonsense, as if he wasn't useless enough! "

" you're . . . you're the one who's useless, you cruel one - eyed freak! "

" what did you just call me?! "

" get away from him, you . . . you monster! "

" [name] . . . it's today. "

" i'm going to see her. take care of the house, while i'm gone. "

" what about [name]? it's their day too. "

" it's . . . all i could afford. "

" please . . . help me . . . it hurts, it hurts . . . "

" i can't take it anymore. make it stop. "

" come on, there's nothing left for us here. "

" is . . . is it over? "

" it's only just beginning. "

" gotta be honest, i don't like what i'm hearing. "

" i've been told that you didn't even show up on the set, and the director's mad as hell. "

" i don't think he likes where you're taking the character. "

" this'll all be over soon enough, one way or another. "

" go all the way. let your heart bleed. "

" step back. breathe. remember. "

" there shall be a vast shout, and then . . . a vaster silence. "

" we are so close. i can feel it. "

" there can be no doubt. no hesitation. only will. unbreakable. "

" [name] . . . captain, i found it! but . . . it's empty. "

" go back to the hideout. i'll keep searching on my own. i said, go. "

" but . . . i can help! "

" go on, be there for her, like she was for you. "

" from one flame to another . . . but never your own. "

" find the character, lose yourself. "

" some parts are not to be played. "

" there are some things that should not be. should not be . . . broken. "

" cheer up. you're alright. you're not hurt. you're not upset. nothing really happened. you just need to be more careful . . . "

" why am i always the one?! why weren't you there?! "

" why didn't you protect me?! why did you let this monster . . . ?! "

" useless! worthless! i hate you! "

" it's alright, things happen. bad things . . . i am still here. this is not the end. this pain will pass, the scars will fade . . . "

" the flame will burn it all away. "

" you're weak! you're worthless! you're nothing! "

" we were meant to live forever. and i will. i will be forever. "

" forever the dream. forever the wound. forever . . . you. "

" do you hear it? the tide rises in the veins of the world. it comes for you. don't fight it. "

" do not go into that savage fire. it will never be conquered. it will never be tamed. it will never be yours. "

" do not go into that reckless flame. it was not meant for you. it will never let you be. "

" your heart burns, your soul burns away . . . yet, you choose to go deeper. "

" you can never have it. "

" [name] . . . please, come back . . . i need you. "

" huh, that's a funny name. "

" can you help me find my sister? "

" i was drowning . . . in a sea of thirst. i was feasting . . . but never full. "

" my teeth are yours to bare. "

" she's been gone a long time. i'm scared something's happened to her. "

" it - it's not my fault! she told me to go back! "

" stripped of all my riches, i sailed the seas of nothingness. "

" my debt to you . . . i will repay. here is my pound of flesh. "

" i was never one to serve . . . but, for you? i swallow my pride. "

" i come . . . from a sea of displeasure. i longed for affection. now, i live to please you. "

" my hands . . . became the Devil's playthings. put them to some use. "

" y - you're right. it is my fault. "

" you can still be saved. you can live on . . . forever. "

" lead the way. i will do what needs to be done. i'm the captain now. "

" lead us, oh captain! we will follow you across the seven seas! "

" it's just you and me, captain. "

" here we are again . . . you almost had it. "

" she lied to me . . . "

" it won't be me, when you see me again. "

" the ship's maiden voyage turned out to be its last. "

" who the fuck am i?! "

" forever . . . an endless sea, stretching into eternity . . . restless, roaring . . . terrifying. "

" for years, you have learned to hide, to flow with the tide. "

" now that a flame has been lit, you know . . . there is no other way. "

" the eyes of eternity are once again upon you. "

" this place . . . it feels so familiar. like, i've been here before. and yet, i cannot find my way . . . "

" do you see now? you tried to fix me. instead, you broke yourself. "

" this place . . . it sickens me. "

" with all its clutter and confusion, it is a monument to your weakness, a portrait of your indecision. a wreckage of what never truly was. "

" it is broken, hollow. just like you. "

" you tried so hard to bring me back. you called out to me in the void, but . . . something else answered back. "

" a broken body can be rebuilt, but some wounds go deeper . . . so much deeper . . . "

" how long has it been? i don't remember anymore. so hard . . . to remember. "

" i feel myself slipping, growing thin . . . "

" it keeps growing. it won't let me go. "

" poor little [name]. poor weak, pathetic little [name]. always the victim, always the burden. "

" i guess i never stood a chance, did i? neither of us did. "

" we never should have lived this long. forever is a very long time. "

" sometimes, it's better not to be . . . to burn away completely. "

" there is no place for me here. only you, whoever that is. "

" i hope you'll be brave this time. i don't think i can. "

" you . . . you cannot help me. not anymore. "

" this was to be my final work, to reclaim what was lost. to let go of the stolen flame, and reignite the true one. "

" the spark . . . it's almost gone. it is lost, hopeless. just like you. "

" a life that was never yours, dreams you had no right to dream . . . too scared to be yourself, too weak to be anyone else. "

" wherever i go, it follows. i cannot be free of it. "

" it keeps shifting, changing . . . and i change with it. "

" an empty shell cannot live forever. it cannot live at all. it can only be. "

"it's always there, one step behind, stretching over me, pulling me in . . . "

" i'm shedding skin, changing . . . into what? "

" sometimes, it's better to find your own way, to accept what was lost. to accept the pain . . . and feed your own fire. "

" how many lives have your buried, just by existing? existing . . . but never being. "

" wouldn't it be better if you just went away? "

" how many times have i tried to put the pieces back together . . . just to watch them fall apart? "

" i am done. all of us. we cannot be forever. "

" the sound in the deep . . . it's growing louder. something's coming. "

" finally, i understand. the way out . . . it's here, in me. "

" how long can a man burn, before he turns to ash? how could you know? "

" of all the wasted years, all the pain it took to bring you here . . . you don't even know who you are! "

" how many times must a man die before he can truly live? how many times?! "

" look at it. this is what happens when you fail to take control. "

" look at it! twisted! formless! just like you! "

" it crumbles, as it must. and when the time comes, will you crumble as well? "

" the boy that never speaks . . . have you found a voice? soon . . . the world will know. "

" it's bound to be . . . a night to remember. shame i won't be there to see it. "

" you run, but do you know the way? "

" you build one character, you destroy the other, but which is which? "

" you follow reason. you see through it. you cut away the strings. "

" you struggle against the current. you fight, against all odds. "

" in the end, there is no right or wrong. "

" listen to me! you have to go! "

" i'm not leaving! i - i'll find a way to reach you! "

" you're strong, stronger than you know. "

" we'll be together again. no matter how long it takes, i will find you! "

#rp sentence starters #sentence starters #rp meme #rp prompts #rp resource #ask meme #inbox meme #askbox meme #( source. ) bloober's layers of fear 2 #// haha finally it's complete #// you can tell i only did one ending and i stuck to most of the main game content #// i didn't include any of the collectible info or somesuch #// i think there's plenty to work with as is so i hope some of you enjoy this!

[cornerful]

'Not in half a thousand years have they forgotten their grievance that the lords of Gondor gave the Mark to Eorl the Young and made alliance with him. That old hatred Saruman has inflamed.'

The men of Dunland were amazed; for Saruman had told them that the men of Rohan were cruel and burned their captives alive.

A few things:

- it is wrong to send an army to go kill a bunch of people, obviously.

- Saruman lied to the men of Dunland, was not a trustworthy ally, and did not have their best interests at heart. Following him? Bad choice.

- Nevertheless the men of Dunland probably have not forgotten Gondor's "gift" of land to Rohan for a reason. Was that their land?? Sure seems like it might've been.

- Their relief that Rohan isn't going to torture the survivors should not be taken as evidence that there is no legitimate grievance or that Rohan has done no wrong to these people at all.

- I'm side eyeing the hell out of 'we pardon you for attacking us but you must swear an oath never to cross the river in arms again' in the same breath as telling them they may return "free" to their land. Yes, it would be great if no one ever marched anywhere in arms but what right does Rohan have to demand this oath? It's a means of protecting their people, great, but what Right have they and Why do they make no similar pledge? I'd sure like to know what the political situation is between these two because the fact is I don't, and this story doesn't focus on it, but the picture it's painting makes me feel icky.

On Commentary:

- the purpose of pointing out potentially colonialist narratives in fiction is not to fling accusations or win social awareness points. The way we interact with fiction is entwined with the way we act irl towards real people, and the goal here is to collectively root out gross frameworks of thought that are baked into us by the powers that be that profit from injustice. Team work makes the dream work

- it is because I enjoy lotr so much that I devote thought to being critical of it. (Hell, this is barely even criticism.) This is learning, not mudslinging. "Bad person for enjoying media" is not a game we play in my house.

-Characters behaving badly is not evidence that the author is ignorant or malicious, or that he isn't, and in fact authorial intent is entirely beside my point at the moment. The text must be able to stand on its own. Deciding which people are Good (aware) and Bad (ignorant) is silly, unhelpful, and a distraction. No one is immune to bias, and no one is incapable of change.

#bit late on the posting my head fucning hurtssss lol #colonialism in tolkien #lotr newsletter #lotrn304 #the oath thing just bothers me #dont march in arms like ok but You just did and i dont see anyone calling that unjust #the blanket forbidding of it smells like 'you will never have a legitimate reason to do so bc i said so. not like us #and the buying of that oath with mercy is like.......gross #idk there is like no info on their tensions so...whatever but like <_< #food for thought #im also rly curious abt what the dunland guys call themselves bc uhhhhh yeah that's another layer to it

[burstfoot]

Arknights, 2 and 13

2 because i'm curious

13 because of the ask i got :)

Thank you for the prompts annie!!! 2. Oh jeez to pick from three??? To pick from three??? I guess if I had to pick (and this isnt from most to least fav just an arbitrary order) Goldenglow is one of my all time favourites, I love her design sooo much its so cute I stockpiled emotes and used her as an icon even before I actually started playing the game, and then when I actually got to Light Sparks in Darkness I was glued to the event the whole time... her story about trying to give the Infected and poor of Caladon dignity and having such a simple dream crushed by the greed of the rich in the area hit really close to home... I don't think people talk about the scene where Haze talks her down from committing suicide enough, that scene is REALLY good and one of the standout moments in Arknights for me. Also s3 carries me through every boss thank u susie <3

I probably have to choose between Silence and Ptilopsis cuz they're so intertwined so it would be sort of pointless to just do both of them for 2 and 3. I'll go with Silence cuz she has way more screentime even though I do love Joyce a whole whole bunch Unlike GG I had 0 clue about her before I started playing and sort of experienced her story out of order, I read Dorothy's Vision and was like "yeah she's cool :)" and then didn't think about her that much and then I finally got convinced into reading the manwha and it transformed my mind forever... the complexity of her story and relationship with Ifrit and Saria and Rhine Lab, how selfless & passionate she is to make up for the things she did wrong... ;-; < 3333. The underdog story of all of these great minds in columbia being unfolded by a tired, dedicated 5 nothing owl mom is so good. I also really love her design and Nori might be my favourite AK artist so every piece of art he does of her I love seeing. (also i really like guardians of gahoole as a kid so im obssessed with owls)

^ the bubo bubo For my third I could go with like, Specter or Muelsyse or Flametail or any other character within my favs who actually has lore to base my love upon them on but I wont. Pudding

Pudding :) Shes so cute. Let me get straight to the point. I have seal 13. I don't want to be too negative on my account hashtag peace and love... BUT... Related to earlier mentions... I kind of can't get behind Redblade/GG anymore. It's not necessarily that I hate the idea of them together, but it feels like "red miraculously showing up to save GG from problems" is pretty much the weakest storytelling aspect of Light Sparks in Darkness that exists just to move the plot along and as a whole the pairing almost always feels like it severely downplays the depths of her character in favor of STRONG MAN protect CUTE GIRL. It's a very stereotypical M/F pairing I'm much more interested in her relationship with Quercus or Haze, both of who have seen Susie at her lowest points and reached out to support her, as opposed to Red who pretty much just like. is nice to her and saves her from goons Also every single male doc / female operator pairing kinda grosses me out, it's pandering that reduces the characters to one note caricatures of themselves. If you read doc as male all of his actual in-universe relationships are made less interesting by being romantic or you are inventing a sex god chad that does not exist to magically seduce operators that do not interact with him in the story. I was going to call it self-insert garbage but the male!doc/female operator fan content i have seen is an insult to self-insert garbage.

[I don't hate m/f pairings btw mr nothing kroos nation. Men getting pegged. Mountain and domma and/or robin is cute too]

P.S. I like wracked my brain to find a yuri pairing i didnt like becasue i dont think being like. straight people are NOT COOL is going to be controversial at all on tumblr dot gov but i legitimately could not think of a popular one that i couldn't at least slightly get behind. even the worst yuri mischaracterization is fine to me ive seen the horrors of gachabro fancomics

#arknights #goldenglow #pudding #silence #its pretty late here and im pretty tired LOL so this is pretty rambly... thank you for the ask!! #suicide mention

[demadogs]

What's your least favorite byler "proof"? Like when someone shows somebody it in an argument/interaction/whatever and it makes you go "noo wtf not that please" 😭 I think for me it's that one part in the infamous byler slides where there's a koala/bear in between mike and El and that represents will.

oh my god youre gonna get me canceled theres so so many i think are insane and dont believe in at all lmao. the masterdoc is fun but theres so much i think wasnt intentional. and so much of what i see here i think is a stretch.

bouta break my silence and come out as an anti believer in so many popular theories on here… no one be mad at me

dont think mike had a letter for will in his pocket in s4 (im SORRY but that wouldve been addressed)

dont think the tracks being different and youre the heart are connected in any way or supposed to be played together they dont sound good or seamless together at all

dont think mike walking into the school newspaper room for nancy and looking around was him looking at guys and gay panicking at all

hate the sauna test theory. they walked in on a bunch of gross naked wrinkly old men theyre not gay panicking?? maybe if they were conventionally attractive young guys but no. i think the masterdoc argues that mike looks down in shame bc hes thinking about his future self as a gay man but i dont believe in that at all tbh. i also dont think that zoom in on the men sign had anything to do with byler it was just an establishing shot of where they were.

not sold on lucas’ new coke speech being related to byler (the seating arrangement in that scene tho was definitely intentional)

i dont think at alll that mikes break down on hopper in s2 yelling “liar liar liar” had anything to do with internalized homophobia. i dont think he ever thought about his sexuality before s3

i think a lot of the times we’ve seen the colors of a certain sexualitys flag has been unintentional. something specifically pointed out like the rainbow ship for will probably was but a background character somewhat close to mike wearing colors that vaguely resemble the bi flag? or the lighting on his shirt kinda looking like the mlm flag? i dont think thats intentional at all. when they do symbolism shit like that its much more obvious (framing mike in the closet)

this one im actually on the fence about because it would be really cool, theres just one word that makes me second guess it. the idea that the girl fake choking at suzie’s house and the dad freaking out was foreshadowing of mikes monologue. on some levels it makes sense but the way the kid said “your terror it looked genuine” kinda makes it seem like it would be implying that mike wasnt actually scared for els life in that moment which i dont like at all. if he had said “your performance” instead i would be 100% sold

i dont believe in most the s1 byler theories. i do think they had the idea of byler in mind from the beginning but at that point they didnt even know if theyd be renewed so i dont think they prioritized anything that could foreshadow byler. i think the lack of romantic tension with mike and el in comparison to jonathan and nancy is telling, but i dont think there was anything in that season relating to mikes sexuality or feelings for will, both because of logistics and prioritizing mlvn for the first season, and because they had TWO SCENES TOGETHER

also dont believe in flickergate as much as i love the idea of it it would break the rules of the universe that theyve already established. the upside down isnt actually in the past its a place frozen in time. things happening there dont affect the past.

theres definitely more but those are the ones i can think of rn.

#also not byler but THE DUFFERS JUST FORGOT WILLS BIRTHDAY OK IT WAS AN ACCIDENT #byler #eden answers

[ars0nism]

okay, final post on this. my thing with terfs isnt the terfs. im 18, ive been through a lot, i can handle a couple of terfs on my page. what bothers me is the young people, especially young girls & transmascs, that fall into the terf rabbithole on accident.

SO.

heres my quick & easy guide on how i personally check for terfs. PLEASE check for these signs. to protect yourself. ofc not all things immediately mean terf, but this is my personal checklist

rad and or fem in the url (IMMEDIATE red flag)

labrys lesbian flag (somewhat of a red flag, could be innocent young lesbian roped into it. if theyre an adult its a red flag)

if you click on the search icon it will show a bunch of commonly used tags. look at the tags. common tags wpuld be radfem, radical feminism, terfism, gender critical etc

look at where they reblog from. who theyre following if its public. what posts they like if thats public. look at the bios of these. if the terf doesnt have a bio and is trying to be stealthy, oftentimes the people they agree with are open about it. block both while youre at it

queer slur discourse (also done outside of terf circles but far more common among terfs, especially coupled with the "not queer, im lesbian" stuff (though thats understandable and not inherently terfy) and in combination with other red flags)

exclusionism (not inherently terfy but still a good point to look out for)

fixation on wombs and vulvas (immediate red flag no one but terfs is that obsessed with their reproductive organs)

the "LGB" community, or even the "remove the L" because they dont want to associate with gay & bi people

really big hatred of the concept of "genital preference". sexuality is only about genitals to them.

intense man hatred. they hate men so much. (also not an immediate red flag because yeah some of it is warranted but you can tell the difference between joking about trauma/standing up against the patriarchy and straight up... being a terf)

the term "ssa". stands for same sex attraction. (pretty big one i think. i personally have only heard it from terfs.)

febfem. bisexuals who only date women. (also one i didnt know about until like half an hour ago. also a big one)

this is one specific to the current time and might be obsolete soon but if theyre vocal amber heard supporters. those are ALL terfs.

terfs are also often swerfs. hating on sex workers (not the system, the system is fucked and we should recognize it) is terfy !

they like to refer to us (trans people) as a cult. which, to be honest, after this experience, im more likely to call them a cult. (if a terf disagrees with you, get ready for closing anon & gross bullshit in your notes. we have mutual circles, they have them too)

and of course green flags for trans people & trans allies, if they have these the odds of it being a terf are. a lot smaller

pronouns in bio

some variation of lgbtq+

following trans blogs

inclusive

mature fucking human being

and if you're in doubt whether or not its a terf, its better to block an innocent person than to interact with a terf, id say. odds are the innocent person doesnt care.

BUT!

let's say you said something they didn't like and now your post is circling in their shitty little group chat. what then? my suggestion would be to

CLOSE ANON ASKS. once their cult has found your page and realizes you post about trans things, or worse, are trans, they will harass you. anon gives a lot of confidence to send death threats. dont let them.

Block all of them. No, it's not gonna stop new ones from harassing you in their place, but it does make for a pretty nice blocklist.

If you need to, don't hesitate to step away from tumblr for a while. Not everyone can handle harassment, and it's okay to step away if it's too much.

Remember you're worth so much more than any of these terfs. Remember being trans is something to be proud of, remember you are loved, and most importantly, remember they're just terfs on the internet. laugh at them. make fun of them. they may say shitty things, but they can't actually hurt you. (anything that can hurt you, like doxxing, is illegal. get law enforcement if possible if you think you're in actual physical danger)

Best of all is to ignore it. Don't keep talking about it ("take your own advice" im working on it). it's not fun to harass someone who just ignores you.

If you really can't cope, it's okay to close your blog. You don't have to stay. Make a new blog. Only tell your mutuals.

(also, side note, i have a blocklist filled with terfs. i am absolutely down to share this blocklist with you, if you want somewhere to get started)

#feel free to add onto the checklist tbh if you have any other good things #i focus mostly on easy to notice flags #with my checklist usually i catch a terf within five to ten minutes #the amber point. i dont care about the case. but everyone ive seend efending her turned out to be a terf. SO #long post

[dazzling-dollyz]

Ugh, great. Tumblr is making me sad now too lol.

I knew there were terfs and radfems, but I didn't expect there to be SO MANY. You just see transmeds, radfems and terfs literally on NEARLY EVERY POST trans women will talk about their experiences, even if it has NOTHING TO DO with them, even if they're asked to not interact.

I straight up saw and had to block a bunch of radfems and terfs on here calling a nonbinary person a NARCISSIST just for talking about their experience exploring their gender identity over the years, and saying they just "wanted to be special". ????

Then I saw them dunking on another trans woman who was talking about this phenomenon transphobes often do where they project their feelings of cis men onto trans women (which I think was worded very well and it helped me really understand why a lot of transphobia occurs, and I'm super thankful she could explain it in a way that made sense), and all the comments were misgendering her and calling her crazy and delusional, and acting like she was forcing them to be into her when literally all she was saying was just "don't lump us in with how you feel about cis men cuz we're not the same and not even all trans women experience sex the same way". She never, at any point, demanded you be into her, she just asked to not be treated with disrespect. And I don't understand how all these radfems act like they get to tell her she's wrong when, hello, you're not trans? She is?? She knows the trans experience and other trans people? Who are you to act like you get to police that?

It just makes me really fuckin depressed and anxious, especially thinking about all my trans friends and my partner who probably have to deal with disgusting people like this, whether they're transfem, transmasc, non binary, etc. Radfems don't care - they just want a reason to hate on someone and use them as scapegoats and it sucks. It fucking sucks.

They even tried to speak for bi women when it's like? No?? I'm a bi woman and I'm not a transphobic jerk?? As someone who's a bi girl and is also afraid of most men to an extent, I'm not going to use my past trauma in order to be hateful because 1.) That's a shitty thing to do, 2.) Even if my nb partner had a dick i would still love them all the same bscause they are kind, caring, and listen so much better than anyone else I've been with, 3.) You're not going to solve misogyny with even more misogyny and bigotry.It makes me so fucking afraid even if I'm a cis woman because, damnit, I just want my fucking friends to be happy without hateful people like this.

Hell, I even saw them accusing CIS WOMEN of "not being real women" when they didn't approve of them. I saw some blogs rb some shit like " 'some women don't produce eggs--' are you sure they're real women?" And that just made my fucking blood boil. Because it just fucking PROVES they don't care about women. If they did they would understand plenty of cis women want kids, plenty of them want families but can't have them, plenty of disabled women aren't able to produce eggs due to their illnesses, plenty of women from other ethnicities like Hispanic women might have features they consider masculine like more visible body hair (something that, as a Hispanic woman, made me feel very icky and gross until I accepted body hair was not a gendered thing, no matter how much society pushed it to me as one.)

And I will never, ever understand how you would push these stupid expectations on women everyone, trans and cis alike, when you know damn well how fuckin hard and painful it is to constantly be forced to meet society's standards. If you REALLY want "liberation", why are you oppressing people even further? If you really want equality, why are you beating people down? Why are you forcing us all to fit in boxes?

They act like they're so woke and big brained to hate on trans people like this but really, they're just hateful and contributing to the hate non-men everywhere have had to endure for ages just for not being men. And I will never, ever accept someone that does things like that as a feminist.

You are NOT a feminist if your activism is limited only to women you personally like and approve of.

#tw vent #tw transphobes #transphobia #tw misgendering #if you don't like someone and they're not doing anything to you then just leave them the fuck alone for the love of God #feminism #i really needed to get this out there #i hope terfs don't fucking flood my mentions now #i just want people to stop being so hateful and gross #and to stop putting us in boxes #is that too much to ask

[balladofthewhitehorse]

🥺 🍦👀?

Thank you so much for the ask <3 I love recieving them. 🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels? In a recent fic still in progress, for me it's when Germany and England are kissing with bruised and cracked lips. They're so tired and they know this peace is temporary, so they make most of what little moments that they have still. I just love moments of tenderness in the most ROUGH of environments; Something about kindness existing in the darkest of times, a beacon, a lighthouse guiding a sinking ship and so on and so forth. I'm a slut for such tropes. 🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far? Oooof, I tend to write angsty fics - but I do recall a body worship fic I wrote of England and Germany a long time ago, where they were kissing and tracing one another's scars, as well as the fact their bodies have changed a lot since the war days (such as England putting on weight). It was definately the sweetest fic I ever wrote and I might try to write it again now that my style has changed a little.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please! I've got many wips, my friend! One of them is 'And Abel said to Cain' about England and Scotland, where upon it is set in the first Scottish War of Independence and England reminsces over their brotherly relationship before ultimately killing his brother who says stubbornly staring him in the eye. Another is 'Longbow' Chapter 2 where I explore Wales and England's relationship with one another; It will be set sometime after the Battle Of Hastings and maaaybe just before the 100 years war, still working it out. I also have a 9 page fic called Rocky Roads which is all about GerEng and I mentioned it in the 1st emoji ask you asked me. I also have one about the Coopers Hill cheese rolling competition which is meant to be more light-hearted and silly (considering the competiton itself is rather silly)

I also have a bunch of other fics with less defined plot-lines that are more character exploration such as Pink Floyd (England and Finland friendship fic, where they go fishing and tease one another), A Century and a bit of being an arsehole (England declaring war on France during the 100 Years war, this is more plot-lined), Better The Devil You Know (England having a breakdown after helping an old lady and being a bit startled at being called 'Kind' and 'Sweet') and By The Lamplight (England and Germany making out in an alleyway in like the 18th Century cos I have a thing for gross old repressed men making out in dank, dirty alleys and then blackmailing one another about it cos god forbid I let the Rat have a good time for once).

#hws england #aph england #hws germany #aph germany #not tagging them all since they're only fic mentions sfgsuydf #thank you so much for the ask #i appreciate it <3

[angel-feathers-tickling]

it was in my pinned post but not my bio, so I added it to my bio, but men please DNI! sorry, I'm just very lesbian and not comfortable with guys looking at my NSFW blog, it grosses me out. (and yes, that includes trans guys! trans men, you're valid and also please stay off my blog.)

additionally, while I'm a little more flexible with the 30+ rule (if you're 30 y/o exactly and just looking at my content, that's probably fine), I WILL block blogs that are significantly older than me. I'm only 22 and therefore my range of comfortable NSFW interaction only goes from about 18-25.

luckily, so far I haven't had any problems with minors trying to interact, just a bunch of ageless/blank blogs that were probably bots. but as always, minors DNI either!

let's all stay safe, everyone!

#important blog info #angel posts

[genuflecting]

I've had a bunch of things circling around my head for days and they don't seem to want to leave on their own, so I'm going to try writing them out in a long post that no one had to read, but if you're nosy like me you're welcome to and I promise the bad vibes can't past it past the readmore, you can check them at the door

the guy I like wasn't at the party I went to last weekend and no one there even had his contact info (I got brave and asked the person who I thought knew him but it turned out to be a dead end) so now I have to wait for the group's every other month party and hope he turns up to that, which will probably be a Halloween party so that'll be an interesting extra element. I've just been so hung up on it cause my attraction to people in real life is so incredibly rare and I want to act on this, but it feels so out of my control and if I'm this sad at not seeing him for two months I'm gonna be REALLY really sad if four months later I still don't see him. I wish my taste in people was broader so I could just. not feel so lonely!

I think the loneliness/striking out has mutated alongside dysphoria into me feeling extremely dysmorphic and sad lately, which I like a lot less than my hopeful new outlook I had for the few months before that

I'm feeling very tired of being misgendered absolutely constantly in public, and especially of feeling like my mom just sees me as "woman lite". I almost wish she just saw me as a man, but I specifically don't identify with a binary gender because I don't want people to lug in all their gendered baggage and assumptions and bury me in them, so instead I'm stuck with not being seen as a man at all.

The dysphoria seems to have been fanned by not seeing that guy at the party and feeling insecure about that, but especially by the interaction at said event where (someone who is also nonbinary) made weird and gross biologically essentialist comments (cited in another post, man I wish tumblr had citations honestly, I know I'm a fucking nerd but how fun would that be, anyway). I went through a period of feeling way more confident in my body and how my gender (and sex, frankly) are congruous with my identity and that I can be a gay guy who isn't questioned or dissonant, and that just felt so regressed by that interaction and my doubts of how people perceive me and, by extension of anxiety, how the guy I like might see me.

Seeing a post where someone in the comments conflated dom/sub with top/bottom and also made the most "clearly hasn't had sex, doesn't know what they're talking about" reference to being a "top in real life, bottom in bed" and vice versa and I just wish I could make people stop using all of those terms if they don't know what they mean. oh, you're anally receptive in your daily non-sexual life? No wonder being on tumblr set me back with my understanding of sex and relationships, people just talk about it with zero grounding in reality

Then seeing a guy refer to "transition scars" in a piece of art's replies (where the cis male artist gave a character very tired vine patterns in place of top surgery scars) and then I went to the commenter's blog and his bio said that he's distrustful of fandoms predominantly made up of women fetishizing m/m ships, ie all of them, and I'm just like Man, way to do one of the worst things you can do for trans men while claiming the most superficial support. the way I still have to reassure myself that that's not what I'm doing when I experience attraction to another man as a man, because of fear mongering arguments like that.

Lastly in the vein of maybe I should stop opening the notes of posts at all, is seeing someone claim that the "mauraders fandom" is a "totally separate" fandom from the hateful wizard books and not related, thus they shouldn't be accused of promoting transphobic work, and someone had to break down for them exactly how stupid that argument is. The fact that they're apparently telling themselves that explains why the acquaintance I know who I already wasn't comfortable being friends with because she still goes to Catholic church with her family was comfortable referencing reading mauraders fanfiction while knowing she was in front of a trans person. It was just so much to realize the fact that this is just a continuation of the same bullshit people have been spewing for years about death of the author, in front of my trans literature major ass who has actually read roland barthes and knows that's not even kinda what the essay is about.

Anyways I'm tired, trans, and angry, and I would just like some critical thought, gender affirmation, and gay sex as a treat.

#t

[76l0]

fucked up how you can expel somebody from your mind for like seven years or whatever and then it the thoughts can just come back <3 like im not doing as bad as i was summer 2021 but it's basically every day it's... fun???? but that's not enough and it can't be healthy anyway but i can't get help for this it's so stupid. i dont kno anything about this kinda thing but im sure a therapist would just b like "grow up n find a man" a conservative leaning one would be like find one man a lib leaning one would be like find 50 men except they wouldnt use the word men *eyeroll*

i love them so much. the fact they're a bit stupid and a casualty of conservatism and religion and every other sexist thing. that's not their fault. believing things that aren't at all true like that everyone who thinks genderism is stupid is some jesus freak trad-ass... you're stupid but it's not your fault. anyway stupidity is lovable . i really still feel this deep love maybe more than ever bcuz i know nothing can come from this feeling but i still feel this love. this love could be used to provide electricity to a town of about 60k ppl at least

from the first fricking interaction where we both in line to watch the costume contest at animaritime 2011 and i asked some question about the manga they bought but they didnt hear me but my friend did LOL and they weren't even cute then they were just a plain and greasy 15 year old but like teenage girls should be allowed to be plain and kinda gross looking (uhh same b4 i turned like 17) i bet they never remembered being in that line with me or that was me LOL well it doesn't matter.

im willing to admit somewhat that i love an idea. which is fine bcuz other ppl can fit that idea. Potentially. i fit this idea somewhat too. it's not even that specific and complicated i don't think. anyway aaaah i'll stop now. stop writing that is. hmm but i love the love i felt reading those deviantart journals i have a bunch of them saved cuz im problematic like that. love to know about someone's cringiest cringe. i suppose a lot of it is (current and past) me loving (past) me. so many of my life choices are me trying to be like an anime character, whether consciously or unconsciously. it's funny that i didn't watch or read death note when i was a teenager bcuz i really was like misa about them. i really am like misa about them. i think sooooo much of my personality is just copied off anime characters (nagato yuki being the big one) but not this but it couldve been copied off misa if i had actually watched death note then LOL but it's not cuz i didn't but like aaaaah i was so cute and so in love but it didn't help!!!!!! but whatever will stop writing for real now

#unrelated fun fact i haven't drank in four weeks #i was planning on quitting as soon as i came home but there were a handful of times i had a beer at my parents house #and the work xmas dinner and i had some emergency shots (cramps/angry/emergency alert made me LICHRALLY shaking and crying) #and on the 17th i was listening to pamyu pamyu revolution and felt i needed to drink and got drunk (on rum mixed with NA cider >_>) #that sounds like kind of a lot for three months but it's not. i haven't been in nslc since uhh june?? #im so thankful we don't have alcohol in grocery stores it's so smexy of us

[golbrocklovely]

I wasn’t surprised that snc didn’t drop brennan when the allegation came up because i remember them defending curtis lepor (a viner who actually pleaded guilty of sa in court) they defended him in an old q&a video when this case was trending, also they both still follow sam pepper so......yeah it’s not really surprising that they didn’t believe the allegations when you look at their history i expected that sadly

i never heard about them defending curtis, i just knew they collabed with him a bunch during vine. that's.... really sad to me.

only slight positive is that they don't associate with him now.

and sam pepper, while i saw they still follow him, also don't interact with him. not saying that that's a good thing or makes up for them following him still.

all i can hope is that they know not to interact with those two guys at all, especially since they both have been either been caught or have pleaded guilty to being gross towards women in that way.

and i think when it comes to brennen, i've talked about this before, but i think they just don't want to believe that that is the case. obviously, no one wants to think that their friend could do something like that, so they would rather think the girl is lying or that it's all fake bc that's easier than accepting a possible truth.

plus, i think a lot of men especially are able to put this whole thing aside bc nothing ever happened. he wasn't charged, he was the one that apparently brought lawyers into the situation. so clearly if he's doing all this work, he didn't do it. and they don't have loyalty towards the girl bc they didn't know her. and anything she said about the situation is gone from the internet, besides the ss.

idk. it's all really depressing to think about tbh. again, all i can hope is that they realize the error of their ways sooner rather than later.

#ask #personal

[degeneratebb]

I'll never understand the thought process of hating "spam liking." Like I'm sorry you happen to have a blog where a good chunk of it is stuff I enjoy? Maybe post worse stuff then I guess? Idk, it doesn't make sense to me either.

I don't think it's about notifications because no one ever talks about "spam reblogs" even though that'd send a notification too.

I can kinda understand if someone is a content creator it can be kind of annoying if someone only likes a bunch of your stuff but never reblogs ( especially in the case to nsfw creators where a lot of spam liking and all is often done by gross men just wanting to sext ).

But for me I’m like “oh cool someone really likes my blog :))” Idk different kinds of people I guess. I just avoid anyone at this point who has something in their bio along the lines of “spam liking gets your blocks” just cause that’s not the type of energy I want to be around. I’ll hang with the homies who like things and you can stay in Bummersville, USA where no one interacts with your stuff 🤷‍♀️

#ask #continuation of my rant #you’re awesome thank you 😘