#all an di know i have to leave bc i deserve better but things are so bad rn and my brain has been broken all weekend and i just don’t have t

[starlooove]

I’m trying not to be a hater but that tiktok and comment section pissed me off so bad.

#the way the fics end in Bruce saying sorry and everyone coddling tim and tims like ‘well I was just a placeholder 🥺’ #the fun part about tim is that he made grown ass decisions at a little ass age that literally everyone told him would turn out bad #and then it turned out bad and he knows he dug his own grave so he just has to pretty it up as best as he can #and if he could go back in time he would do that shit again BECAUSE HE LIKES IT! BECAUSE ITS EXCITING! BECAUSE HE WANTED TO BE ROBIN #that Robin is a job shit is a lie he told himself that literally nobody around but YALL the stupid ass audience believed #that’s like the crux of him I think #lying to himself to get the job done because he can’t let his emotions get in the way but unfortunately that’s not how it works #and when he realizes that he gets pissed at everyone else for not letting it work and himself for not making it work #he somehow thinks that he can remove this attitude as tim Drake when Robin is the crutch tim Drake leans on in adulthood #which is an issue because now everyone around him is moving and he’s still stuck at 14 knocking on dicks door and hoping that he’ll have to #make use of the suit he brought with him. not because he’s excited or anything but just in case #his friends and family died and came back Gotham gets destroyed every other day and rebuilt every other week everything keeps changing but #nothing is and he’s stuck in that cycle and maybe it’s his fault for not letting things rest but he refuses to accept that because he’s GOOD #as Robin he does excellent work and always has and nothing will change that not even a new Robin. his friends are all making names for #themselves and he’s still stuck under Bruce’s cape fighting a teenager to be robin. #THATS whats fun about tim #the writing is stuck rn I’ll give u that but the next move should be an acknowledgment of that #tim doesn’t wanna peak in high school so he has to move on but he doesn’t know how and matter of fact doesn’t know why! nothings been this #permanent before (<-LYING!) #but no whatever everyone hates him realizes they’re wrong and he leaves Gotham bc he deserves better but comes back bc he’s so nice. ok.

[pepprs]

ok mutuals be honest. should i “break up” w my counselor over these texts yes or no

#purrs #i don’t have the spoons to type much let alone reply to anybody ESPECIALLY not him bc this fucking pissed me off so bad i have been too #angry to reply. like what the fuck is this. im going through a hard time right now so why are you judging me for wanting us to talk about #that instead of me doing your stupid little homework assignment. i just feel so judged by him all the time and i can’t work up the courage #to tell him or end things. but i am actually dreading talking abt this new development / topic w him anyways bc the last time we talked abt #it he judged and pushed me so hard and i got SOOOOO angry but also maybe he was right and just saying thigns i didn’t want to hear and then #his supervisor got sick and he said he had this plan for us to do the erikson thing and we’ve barely started it and i feel so bad bc i #genuinely think it could work but i just don’t mesh well with him. but it’s like i should give it a try and stick it out bc there’s only a f #few months left and what if things get better. and also ihavent given him any indication of how unhappy ive been w him as my counselor and i #don’t want to spring it on him out of nowhere. but no we’ve been working together since October and i don’t feel seen or supported by him at #all an di know i have to leave bc i deserve better but things are so bad rn and my brain has been broken all weekend and i just don’t have t #the strength and idk what to reply or if i should but i think everyone is probably gonna say i need to leave him and i think you’d be right. #delete later #i truly do not have the mental capacity to rn but if u go thru my other purrs posts i talk abt some of the shit he’s done that has just been #building and building and i know i need to do smth about it bc it’s not okay. but im so scared.

[noosayog]

[Said Enough] Suna might have said too much but what's he supposed to do if you won't let him apologize?

wc: 1k

contents/warnings: angst(!!!) to fluff, quick drabble bc my Atsumu exes to lovers longfic isn't writing itself

“Oh,” you say. You stare at Suna and he watches you blink once before the last bit of light in your eyes dies out, irises glazing over. 

Shit, he thinks. He’s running after you because he realizes what’s about to happen next. 

All that comes out of your mouth is “okay. Um. I’ll just…” you don’t finish that sentence before running to the bathroom and locking the door shut. 

He runs after you, but you beat him to it. The door slammed in his face, Suna rests his forehead against the wood and lays a flat palm on the divider between you two. “Baby…” 

He doesn’t know what to say. He can hear your sobs and hiccups through the door, frustrated that he’s the cause but can’t get to you. 

Scared to death thinking about what giving you your space could mean for the two of you. 

“Baby, I’m sorry. Can you please open the door so we can talk?” but he knows it’s a lost cause. It’s been a lost cause since you beat him to the door. Turning around so that his back is against the door, he crumples down to the floor, head buried in his hands. 

He should’ve known the second he saw the shutter in your eyes. He should’ve- fuck - he should’ve grabbed onto you to stop you from closing that door and shutting yourself away. He completely deserves to be single after the hurtful things he said to you tonight, and he wants a chance to apologize. Preferably, to your face. But with a literal wall between you two, you now have all night to think about what he said. All night to realize you deserve better. All night to conclude that you should leave him. Nothing scares him more than the look you’ll give him in the morning when you realize how much he doesn’t deserve you. 

The rest of the night is spent periodically checking in on you and sending apologies through the walls. Your sobbing eventually quiets down into slow, measured deep breaths and but that brings little comfort. He can only hope you’re peacefully asleep and not awake to gather your thoughts and solidify your breakup speech for him. 

–

Suna’s jolted awake next morning when the wall he’s leaning against suddenly shifts. He’s falling backwards as the door slowly opens, revealing your swollen cheeks and red eyes. 

As if his nightmares have come true, there’s no uncertainty in your expression. It’s polite and shuttered. 

“Rintaro,” you rasp, voice gravelly. 

He’s already shaking his head. 

“I think we should-” 

He can’t let you finish that sentence. If this is the last chance he’s been waiting for, he needs to do something. So he puts both hands on your shoulders, gently, and looks straight into your eyes. It takes a surprising amount of courage to face that foreign look you’re fixing him with, and he realizes how lucky he has been to always be on the receiving end of your warm gaze and easy smiles. 

“Please,” he whispers, almost begging. “Give me a chance to say I’m sorry.” 

“I think you’ve said enough,” you respond, avoiding his eyes.

“Sometimes,” he starts. “Sometimes, I say too much and I’ll try harder to not do that. But more than that, I don’t say enough. I don’t tell you I love you enough and I don’t tell you how much I appreciate everything you do for me enough. I also don’t say I’m sorry enough but I want to stop doing things that I’d need to apologize for.” 

You’re still not looking at him, but your lips are wavering and your eyes are watering. 

“But I can’t change last night, so I want to apologize. I’m so, so sorry, baby. I’ll say it as many times as I need to.” As many times as you’ll allow me to. 

His heart is palpitating and he can feel his pulse racing so hard, he can feel it through his veins. He wants to clench his fist to channel the nerves elsewhere, but they’re on your shoulders, and after last night, he can’t even think of treating you with anything other than the gentlest of touches. So you can understand how much you mean to him and how much he means to take care of you. 

Yes, he didn’t mean any of the things he said last night, but he does mean to treat you well. He only hopes those intentions are enough. 

Suna puts a hand on your cheeks and wipes the tears away with his thumbs, fingers lingering. Your tears don’t stop and the hiccups are starting again. You’re shaking your head at him and his heart drops. He hasn’t thought about what he would do if you don’t accept his apology. His voice is shaking a bit as he pleads his case. 

“I… don’t want to break up,” the last two words whispered, as if he was scared that saying them aloud would give them power. 

You’re sobbing, not saying anything, just shaking your head. 

Suna doesn’t know what that means, only desperately hoping that you mean you don’t want to separate either. He throws his arms around you, tightly crushing you against his chest. He squeezes his eyes shut, bracing for impact, and he can hardly believe it when you reciprocate. 

“You were so mean to me, Rin,” you blubber. 

“I know, baby. I’m sorry.” 

“I hate you,” you’re wailing right into his neck now. 

“I know, I know. I love you.” 

When your sobs finally settle down, you keep your arms around his neck. “Rin, I’m sleepy,” you murmur, nuzzling into him. 

He hums, the relief and lack of sleep hitting him all at once. He’s just as unwilling to let you go as you’re unwilling to let him go, so he picks you up by the thighs and takes you to get the sleep you both missed out on last night.

#noos writes #haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq x y/n #hq x you #hq fluff #hq angst #hq imagines #suna rintaro #suna fluff #suna rintaro fluff #suna angst #suna rintaro angst #suna x you #suna x reader #suna x y/n #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x you #suna rintaro x y/n

[shadowthief78]

Lyney/Reader

Genshin spoilers under the cut, for 4.0 Fontaine Archon quests.

Containes unexpected kissing and the barest slightest tiniest slight yandere Lyney, might not be canon compliant bc I got stuck halfway through trying to do quest stuff and came to write this instead.

I thought I was in a bit of a dry spell but it turns out I just needed some catboy coded manipulation to get back in the swing of things. I think all three of them would be subtly manipulative like this and I love it. Hopefully I can write more of them soon :D

This came out a lot cuter than I pictured. I don't really think Lyney would be an overtly violent or threatening lover.

The first time Lyney kisses you is right after Crowell dies. Your eyes widen, still focused on Lynette's, while her brother presses his mouth against yours in a kiss decidedly not appropriate for someone the prime suspect in a murder trial. The basket of food you brough knocks awkwardly against your knees, tilting you forward at an uncomfortable angle.

The supervising garde coughs. Lyney releases you. You steady yourself against him.

"I brought you food. Freminet was worried you would get hungry," you say, uncovering the dishes. Lyney's little brother had practically thrown bowls at you while you struggled to fasten your cloak. "Some might be a little wet. It's pouring out there."

"Thank you," Lynette says, taking the basket. "I'm going to the dressing rooma to share."

"Sorry it's mostly leftovers," you say, watching her bow bob as she leaves.

Her exit leaves you and Lyney in the half-light of backstage, the spotlights casting eerie shadows on the props. The garde moves a few steps away.

Lyney seems to realize how stiffly you're holding yourself. "Sorry," he says, releasing your elbow. "Overwhelmed, I guess. Crowell..."

You knew Crowell—were the one to reccommend him for the job, in fact. You glance at the curtain covering everything.

"Freminet's worried about you. Says there's too many visitors for him to handle."

Lyney sighs. "Poor Freminet. He didn't have anything to do with this. I feel terrible about it all, I'm not there to support him..." He catches sight of you again and gasps. "Oh, archons, what am I doing? You're soaked through and through. I was so busy worrying about this I completely forgot my manners. I'll find you a change of clothes somewhere."

Someone in the dressing room offers you a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate. Lyney continues hovering at your side, fussing. "I don't deserve you," he says, once his troupe has largely wandered off to rest. It's closer to dawn than sunset and you've mostly dried off. He sits at the edge of the pile of cushions you're propped up on, fiddling with his shoelace.

"I haven't done anything," you mutter, eyelids itching to close.

"That's not true," he says. "You keep the house in order, take care of Freminet, patch up all our costumes, organize the troupe, bring us food..." He trails off looking at you. "The kiss."

You look away. "Overwhelmed?"

He makes a frustrated noise. "Yes, but- Ah," he sighs, collapsing backwards closer to you. "I really did mean it. I just... probably should have waited for a better time. I hoped, after today's show, that, you know..." He dissolves into groans again. "Freminet adores you and so does Lynette. After this is all over, do you think maybe we could perhaps, ah, continue that?"

You see his face pressed to the cushions, rough fabric against his smooth cheek. He looks at you softly, like a dream, poised like a cat about to pounce.

Him. Lynette. Freminet. They all want to catch you somehow.

#puffin says stuff #lyney #genshin impact #x reader #fanfiction #lyney x reader

[papirouge]

as someone who almost died as a minor giving birth after being raped I think u should care about the lives already here and not a clump of cells. most children conceived thru rape are abandoned or killed later on anyhow

Why are you guys acting like we had to pick a sidd between saving the life of women OR the baby?? What some sort of twisted oppression Olympics is that?? Why couldn't we fight for BOTH? This is precisely what prolifers are for.

First of all, we do care about saving pregnant women's life considering the fact that death in childbirth is ≤0.05% in developed countries.... It shows that a decent healthcare system is KEY in saving women's life during delivery - and that abortion isn't needed. COPE.

The fearmongering around pregnancy kills is inversely proportionate to how it actually does IRL.

Unlike what pro abortionist liars say, no prolifer advocate for less medical help for women. And no, we aren't all Conservatives (I'm personally not) religious (secular/LGTB+ prolife organization are a thing) or males (most prolifers are female) so enough with the tHey hAte wOmeN shtick. We don't revel in women dying in childbirth struggling to get access to pregnancy care. Many of us are mom/have family and know how hard pregnancy & educating children is. You need to stop acting like only pro choicers knew what is was like to carry a baby and deliver it. That's precisely bc we know how hard pregnancy is that we consider women deserve better than a bandaid called abortion.

Abortion is the reason why pregnancy care is sooo behind in extra liberal spaces. By shoving abortion as the only solution for women hEaLthCaRe (because it's cheaper than an actual maternity leave + welfare) they never really bothered creating a decent alternative to help women who'd decide to keep their baby. How can abortion be a ✨choice✨ when the only alternative is sinking into helplessness & poverty? Damn, you guys totally understand it when it comes to prostitution but NEVER have the intellectual honesty to ponder that question when it comes to abortion 🤔

It baffles my mind how pro abortion applauded companies offering abortions instead of a decent maternity leave. You guys are the biggest useful idiots of capitalism while thinking you are soooo subversive 🙄 That's why you are making up false opposition in the form of the big bad traditional backwardish boogeyman to make you sound braver than you are lol There's no traditionalist conspiracy... Most of the planet never stopped valuing family over career or iNdepeNdencE (although there's a definite push for cultural liberalism - of which abortion culture is totally part of) It's just the pendulum naturally coming back after a decade of libfem koolaid.

You're doing exactly what the system wants from you. You're the equivalent of 'eyeliner so sharp it would slays patriarchy' kinda shit. Especially radfem who will scream that women aren't body part (and they're right) yet advocate for the very act of treating our body like such (against our biology most basic function such as fertility/procreation) - if not straight up vilifying its work ("a baby is a parasite"). Would it even occur to you that fetus aren't "body parts" to be disposed of?? You uterus is a "clump of cells" too, you might as well throw it to the trash 🤪

Oh and many of these "poor pregnant woman got arrested for abortion" have been debunked. You guys really need to get over these misleading sensational headlines seeking to demonize pro lifers (weird, I thought there was a back to traditionalism conspiracy 🤔 shouldn't mainstream media be on our side? 🤔). Those poor women either took drugs to kill their fetus or even killed them AFTER their birth (I'm sure there's a masterpost floating around debunking these stories).

Abortion doesn't even stop rape. If anything, if facilitates its erasure (planned Parenthood allying with pimps to perform underage abortion under the radar) You guys are just moving the goal to appeal to emotionalism. Even if rape disappeared overnight you'd stil advocate for abortion so please, shut up about it. You are exhausting.

#answered #pro life

[beanghostprincess]

Ya know there is so much in the Fandom and yet I have noticed a distinct lack of Buggy and Sanji content.

Not in a shipping way either but like. Buggy, the Flashiest Pirate In The East, would ABSOLUTELY go to the Baratie if only for the renown it has for its food. Also I bet he knew - or knew OF Zeff at the very least - when he was still a pirate. Buggy visiting the Baratie occasionally, sometimes in Normal Flashy Fashion, sometimes more toned down because he just needs a bit of a break. Zeff would absolutely take one look at this traumatized little hobgoblin of a pirate and go "oh wow. Someone get this bitch a meal. Bitches love meals"

Sanji, a wee tyke learning the ways of the kitchen, sees this absolute bozo who he, at first, assumes to be a second rate pirate. Zeff is better. Zeff tells all these stories about the Old Ways, the Pirate's Code, and Sanji thinks "this clown doesn't know the meaning of a code"

Then smth happens to completely change his tune. Maybe Buggy says or does something. Maybe Sanji overhears or sees smth. Maybe someone else kicks a fuss, and Buggy responds in the Right Ways. Who knows?

But Sanji is now intrigued. And Sanji is a kid, with lots of trauma sure, but a kid nonetheless. And Buggy Notices.

He gets forcibly assimilated into Sanji's found family. He never agreed to this. He never had a choice.

Sanji grows up with Zeff and uncle Buggy. He happens to leave with the Strawhats at the perfect time to do so - and he keeps avoiding Buggy via near misses, to the point Bugs is SEETHING playfully. How dare. Truly. All of his nephews are EVIL.

It comes to a head when, years later, with Emperors crowned, there is a series of wacky shenanigans which lead to Cross Guild and the Strawhats meeting face to face.

Sanji is flabbergasted by the realization that he now has step-uncles, one of which is the mosshead's mentor/father-figure. The other is the brutal ex dictator of Alabasta who later passed the captain's vibe check and might just be said captain's other father, there is no confirmation.

Buggy meanwhile is having twelve different attacks of a variety of nature bc he's due for his yearly fight to the death with his one nephew, and the other is here and within throttling range and - IS THAT A HICKEY!?!?!

Cue veeeerry awkward Meet The Family where Buggy and Usopp actually get along well while Sanji is debating his chances of kicking these men's asses and if it would dishonor Zoro's dreams if he threatened mihawk....

Both conversations boil down to "he's been through a lot, so be good to him or you'll be hearing from me, okay? Okay. Good."

Usopp actually is chill with this both bc "I would never" and also "even if he came for me, I could kick a clown's ass probably. If nit me, then Luffy. And if Luffy doesn't, then I will deserve it."

Crocodile and Mihawk are mildly amused but also curious - the clown? Having trauma? As if. They think of it initially as smth of a comparison. Severity of trauma is the highest rank. They think of Buggy's past as "his captain died, he broke up with his best friend, the end". They do not know of the interim details. The reasons that Shank and he both refuse to allow anyone below 14 at the bare minimum onto their crews. The reason Buggy was frothing when Shanks told him about Uta - after the fact. The reason Buggy only drinks certain brands of rum because some make him physically sick. The reason he can't sleep in pitch black darkness. The reason he sometimes simply Can't Sleep At All.

There's more to it, to everything, to all of it, than any one person knows.

Just. Back on topic but Buggy and Sanji. I just think they'd have the neatest dynamic.

You just chose two of my favorite characters and did THIS and I love it 😭 The funny thing is that it does make sense that Buggy had gone to the Baratie and met Sanji at some point... I've always thought mostly on Usopp/Buggy parallelisms but Sanji kind of relating to Buggy too because of feeling inferior to his family,,,, Besides I think the dynamic would be hilarious because okay, they get along, but I can imagine them growing closer and caring about each other but arguing all the time Sanji/Zeff style? So at first, everybody thinks he has something against Buggy because when they meet they won't stop yelling at each other but when they ask them about it, Sanji is like "??? Nah, he's something like my uncle don't- Don't think too hard about it". And I am also SO sure Sanji would know stuff about Shanks that Luffy doesn't because Buggy explained Sanji their childhoods,,, Going insane about this one, actually.

#unexpected duo that i support wholeheartedly #one piece #black leg sanji #buggy the clown #ask-bean!

[lionlena]

You need a better place (Joelxreader)

So I got a request from @rm4sblog

Could you write something about Joel loving a girl with epilepsy, taking care of her, helping her, comforting her, and dealing with the memory loss and other side effects of seizures?

I agreed because the topic of epilepsy is not completely foreign to me. My cat suffers from epilepsy and unfortunately, I have seen his seizures. Of course, it's not the same as human epilepsy, but there are some similarities. Even the medications are so similar that my cat can take human medications.

I hope you will like it.

Warnings: chronic illness, epilepsy, epileptic seizure, anxiety, mention of death risk, hurt/comfort, little angst, little smut (bc you wanted, I guess)

Having epilepsy would suck in the ordinary world. In a pandemic world, that was fucking bad. It was hard to predict when you'd have an attack. Sometimes all it took was someone to shine a flashlight in your eyes. Other times, a stressful situation was enough.

So... As if everything was stressful during the pandemic. And you had a hard time finding a job. Your options were really limited. Even if you were a great shooter, this encounter with the clicker would probably end in your defeat. You would have an epilepsy attack and no weapon would help you.

Of course, there were drugs that helped you. They reduced the frequency and length of attacks, but they weren't easy to get. You'd never get them yourself. You probably would have died long ago if it wasn't Joel who help you.

Ever since you met this surly, rough, soft-hearted guy, your life has changed for the better. Sometimes you didn't know what made Joel Miller love you so much. How did you deserve such a man? He was tough and brutal on the outside with other people, but in the privacy of your apartment, he treated you like a princess. And he hated it when you said you were "broken." Then he would immediately silence you with a kiss, cup your cheeks and look at you with those brown eyes: "Shhh, sweetheart. You're perfect. If any one of us is broken, it's me and only me."

Nothing in the world would make him leave you. Though sometimes you would that he to leave you.

You loved him like no one else in the world, but when you saw how he risked it to get you medicine, your heart broke. Every time you wiped the blood from his face, when you massaged his tense back when you waited for him to come home, when he left the quarantine zone.

Sometimes you've wondered if, for his sake, you shouldn't rejected him. Tell him he's too old for you, that you don't love him. You would hurt him for his own good.

But the selfish part of you couldn't do that. Because you've never been as happy with anyone as you have been with Joel. There were good days, weeks, and even months when you didn't have a seizure.

And there were days when Joel would throw you on the bed and cover your naked body with kisses. And you let him whisper in your ear all the dirty things he could think of. You screamed his name as his head was between your legs and his tongue worked wonders on your clit.

You tugged at his hair and kissed him deeply, letting him know that he was the sexiest man in the whole fucked up world. You praised his cock and laughed at the soft pink that covered his cheeks. Your man was so insecure at times, and you always made sure he knew how wonderful he was.

Maybe that's why he loved you?                                                         

But why did he also love you during the attacks? That was definitely the shitty part of your relationship. There was absolutely nothing romantic about the attacks. It was awful and embarrassing. And yet, Joel always made sure he gave you as much comfort and love as possible after the attack.

So it was also this time.

You had such a good day. Somehow Joel managed to get some chocolate and you decided to make chocolate chip cookies. The whole apartment smelled wonderful, soft music played on the radio. Joel was sitting on the couch impatiently waiting for his sweets. And then it happened.

You just felt your whole body tense up. Anxiety gripped you. You started to be afraid, even though there was no reason to be afraid. A slight numbness in the hand was the final signal. You only managed to moan, "Jo..."

You couldn't remember the rest.

*

Joel jumped off the couch but didn't catch you in time. Your limp body hit the floor with a thud. You had convulsions that shook your body. Joel knelt behind your head, holding it gently. Just so you don't hit yourself too hard. He made sure you didn't choke on your tongue during the attack and spoke to you calmly, "It'll pass soon, baby. I'm here. I won't leave you. Everything will be fine." He knew you couldn't hear him. You once explained to him that you were simply not there during the attack. You felt no pain and heard nothing. Yet he always spoke to you. Maybe because it calmed him down.

After about two minutes, your seizure subsided and Joel couldn't be happier.

*

The first thing you saw was warm brown eyes. You blinked your eyes and looked around. You didn't remember anything and wanted to cry, but then you felt his warm hand on your cheek and heard his soothing voice.

"Y/N, it's me, Joel. Everything's fine now. You're home, you had a seizure."

He gave you a moment to process his words, then asked:

"Can I lift you up?"

You nodded and he carefully took you in his arms and carried you to the bed. He sat you down, making sure you had the right amount of pillows behind your back. He stroked your leg and whispered, "I'll bring you water. I'll be right back."

You slowly came back to yourself. When Joel came back to you, you smiled weakly at him. You were still dazed, but you also wanted to calm him down. No matter how many times Joel told you he was fine. You saw that every attack reflected on him as well.

"Thank you," you whispered as he brought the glass to your lips. "For all."

Joel shook his head and kissed your forehead.

"I always will care for you. You are my love"

You opened your mouth to say something but chose not to. There was no point in explaining to him again that he had no obligation to help you. Joel wouldn't agree with that anyway.

You sat in silence for a few more minutes before Joel said,

"You should take your meds."

You tensed up and grabbed his hand.

"I'll take them later. Sit with me."

Joel rolled his eyes and pecked your nose: "I'll be right back and lay down next to you."

And you already knew you were in trouble. When Joel came back, he had this look on his face that made it clear he wasn't happy. He crossed his arms over his chest and asked.

"Y/N, why are there still so many pills? Last time I checked there were about the same amount of pills." Seeing how sad he made you, he sat next to you and grabbed your hands. "Honey?" His tone of voice was soft again.

You bit your lip and groaned.

"I wanted to save them for later so you don't have to go so fast to get another."

Joel sighed heavily and shook his head.

"But why?"

You could see that he was angry with you, but he tried to hide it.

"Because after the last time, you came back covered in bruises. One day, because of me, you're going to die, Joel!"

Tears started streaming down your face and he pulled you against his strong chest. One of his large hands cupped the back of your head. He kissed your temple and started rocking you gently.

"Shh, it's okay. Calm down. Don't get upset honey. I know you're worried about me, but I'm more worried about you." You felt him squeeze your body tighter, his voice a barely audible whisper. "What if one of the attacks ends in your death? You know it can be. I can't take your loss. I can't go on living without you."

You sighed heavily and started rubbing his back.

"I'm sorry, Joel, but... Sometimes it's so hard for me to accept that you sacrifice so much for me."

Joel pulled back slightly and cupped your face in his large hands.

"Hey, what if I told you I have a plan." You gave him a surprised look. "I'm looking for a better place for us. A place where life is calmer. A place where there's no fucking FEDRA and no fucking Fireflies. A place where you'd have less stress, so fewer attacks." He smiled at you. "How does it sound?"

"Like a fairy tale," you replied.

Joel shifted on the bed so that you could lie down with your head resting on his chest. He started stroking your hair. You were slowly falling asleep. Before you closed your eyes you heard Joel say:

"I will make this fairy tale come true, princess."

*

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller and you #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #hurt/comfort

[thicctails]

"Viva la Viva, baby!"

So guess who watched Trolls 3 today~

Ngl, based on the trailers I had really low expectations for this movie, and it was really only after watching some TikToks with the villain song in them that I decided to give it a chance, and I'm so glad I did. 3 is by far my favourite of the entire series. Was not expecting to love Viva, but she was fantastic and I wish we had more screen time with her!

While I'm not entirely sure how I will/would integrate her into the Rough and Fluff AU, I decided to make a design for her anyways, complete with some little headcanons/additions. (Click the image for better quality)

More spoilery/AU discussions and 4th movie predictions below!

Okay okay, movie discussion first:

-I fucking LOVE the Putt Putt Trolls. Its so satisfying seeing how the trauma from the bergens being more fleshed out, and it makes perfect sense that they are as fearful as they are. I'm actually surprised there wasn't more pushback when Viva stopped them from executing Bridget and Gristle.

-(How did they escape actually? The tunnels collapsed, but were there other tunnels? Or did they have a different way out? How did so many, including the eldest heir to the throne, get left behind? Why did Peppy not get BOTH his daughter's immediately?)

-On the topic of Viva; notice how her ears are lower/sharper than Poppy's? I think that's typically a more masculine trait (not 100% bc we see some male trolls with softer/rounder ears) so uh yeah MTF Viva real suck my entire nards

-Fuck King Peppy. This guy gets worse every movie. He is the Dumbledoor/Sensi Wu of Trolls. Mans cannot just give Poppy relevant information to save his LIFE. I can understand not telling Poppy immediately, the grief of loosing his eldest daughter would understandably make that hard, but its been over 20 years now, and she deserved to know.

-Also, fuck most of Branch's brothers! I'm glad JD went back eventually (when exactly he did isn't clear, but sometime between the night of the escape and the first movie) but if he assumed Branch had died, why not try and contact his other siblings to tell them? Clay I can kinda understand with him not wanting to venture out beyond the mini golf area and leave the trolls he was helping to protect, but the rest of them? Not one of them tried to go back for their baby brother? Not even Floyd? When Trollstice was a thing?? Branch shoulda thrown hands fr.

-Rhonda the armadillo bus thing was hella cute and I want a plushie.

-I. Do not really like Crimp

-Velvet and Veneer slayed sooooooo hard. I hope Veneer makes a comeback.

-I also hope we see more of the other troll tribes again.

-The music for this movie was absolutely fire and I NEED a full cover of Sweet Dreams

-I wish the Grandma's death was touched on more than once for like .5 seconds. Like, come on guys, your brother just revealed a major trauma, and that your GRANDMA died!! For christ sake, maybe go apologize for fighting?? maybe go comfort him????

Movie numero 4 predictions:

-Broppy marriage. Branch fr said "Lets get married" by accident HES THINKING ABOUT IT

-Either Poppy/Viva get their mom back, or Branch gets one/both of his parents. Dreamworks will pull some bullshit out of their ass and say that uhm actually they escaped like years before the others did and have been, idk, trapped in the shadow realm or something.

-We see Chef/Creek again. Creek redemption ark would go crazy hard IF DONE RIGHT and I want to see that fear of some monster trying to eat all your friends come back again

-Broppy kid reveal at the end of the movie. Unbelievable amounts of Plush Toy Marketing and terrible spin offs ensue.

-backstory/lore/backstory/lore/backstory/lore/BACK

-I just want to see more Trollstice era stuff plz dreamworks

-We get a Sound of Silence reprise

-Branch/his brothers are revealed to be a hybrid/some kind of special troll. I am TELLING YOU this guy adapted to different kinds of music like it was NOTHING, something Poppy and the others struggled with. Hes got something in him I SWEAR

-Tiny diamond is, once again, part of the main supporting characters

Au shiz:

-If Viva IS put in, its going to most likely be during the sequel. Peppy is already going to be dragged through the mud, might have him mention something about a lost sibling near the end of the OG fic, and since the Pop trolls will be looking for a new home, maybe they'll run into her

-Branch's brothers will not be making an appearance. They simply dont fit into the narrative. I may do an alternate au with them included but who knows.

-Mildly considering making Tiny Diamond a Greek kid. (Guy x Creek) would make for some interesting angst.

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls branch #trolls viva #trolls poppy #trolls king peppy #trolls rough and fluff au #trolls au #trolls 3 discussion #movie discussion #trolls veneer #trolls velvet

[thejacketscloset]

Ghostsoap captured together fic execpt instead of being tortured they're told they get to chose which one of them lives and which one of them dies bc I saw this tiktok and it won't leave my mind

Ghost immediately offers himself to be the one to die, he knows Soap could have so much more joy in life ahead of him than he ever thinks he himself could. He can imagine a happy life for Johnny so easily. He can think about the other going on vacations, laughing and chatting at a pub with the rest of the 141. He sees him sketching in that journal of his happily, showing off his latest addition and chatting the ear off of whoever would listen about it. Ghost doesn't push those thoughts away for once, feeling like he can indulge in them one last time if his life is ending in the next few minutes.

"You'd make the most out of life like I'll never be able to." Is what ghost says to justify himself, but seeing Soap's face morph into something that looks like rage is not at all what he expects in response.

"That's pure shite Si and you know it." Soap practically spits out, because he's so angry that Ghost would think him enjoying himself somehow means his life is more valuable.

Soap doesn't know much about Ghost's past but what he does know is that if anyone deserves to have another chance to get better and be happy it's Simon damnit. After all the shit he's been though before and in the military, after all the people he's saved, including Johnny himself, he deserves to live. Not just survive and make it out of there, but to really live. To try new things, to find people that make him feel cared for, to smile and laugh and feel joy, to finally know that life can have a different meaning to him.

They go back and fourth arguing over who should get out for so long, basically running around in circles with their reasoning and calling each other self sacrificing (neither of them are wrong.) Until finally one of them can't make up excuses anymore and tells the other the real reason they want the other to live.

They practically pour their hearts out to each other after that, listing reason after reason to why the other should be the one to keep living and not making it any closer to a decision.

Ghost and Soap realize very suddenly though that they don't want to die, they hear all the wonderful things they hope for the other to have and it's suddenly so hard to imagine a reality where they aren't with the other.

The lives they want each other to have a chance at hardly hold the same meaning if they won't be there to see it happen.

They want to live. They want to live together. They want to live and to love so much it aches.

Ghost thinks this might be the most effective torture he's ever experienced, seeing how it caused him to lay his thoughts out bare in a way he never had before. Soap just thinks this was the cruelest way to find out how in love he is.

When they can't reach a decision in time they're both somehow relieved. There's comfort in knowing that even though they wanted better for the one they love, they'll still be together, facing death like they had faced everything else since they first met.

#soapghost #ghostsoap #my fic #drabble #this is just my can of brainworms #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #angst #ghost cod #soap cod #cod mw2 fic

[yonemurishiroku]

Okay, but hear me out: an au where Nico is a Champion of Nyx.

Or an au where Nyx is a competent mastermidn and not this naive idiot. (Yes, I am still salty with Rick about his Nyx interpretation)

Kat I have excellent news for you---I have just come up with a brand new AU that still revolves around Nico and Nyx and Bob but a little darker. I was just bawling over it last night. Idk if it counts as Nico Champion of Nyx but if it doesn't we'll just leave it for another day lmao. (I still have a collection of asks from Ponii--)

Anw. So.

This AU is just me indulging my obsession with angst and darkness (as always). Basically, for Nico to join Nyx, instead of Nico going to Tartarus, I simply send him directly to her. How, you ask? Well there's always one thing that connects them.

Darkness, that's what.

As in: Nico disappearing into the shadows due to transporting the Athena Pathernos, and his soul returning to the House of Nyx afterward.

This is not baseless btw bc like. I headcanon dying by shadow-traveling - which is supposedly literally dissolving into the shadows - would be different from regular deaths, hence the special resting place for Nico's soul.

I understand where Rick stands to have Nyx as she is in TSATS but yeah, I can take some not-dumb Nyx as well. In this AU, Nyx still finds Nico - a soul lost in her House. Nico, though, since I've alr established that he literally died. So here he is in the Mansion of Night, wandering through Nyx's garden, and humoring her with his existence.

He asks for his father and Nyx just gazes at him pitifully, "Little one, this darkness is where your lost soul belong" and Nico figures he has nowhere else to go.

He talks to her and tells her stories, about himself, about everything he knows, and asks her for everything she knows without barely any interest besides appeasing his bored consciousness.

I just want to make it clear that Nico is, by every means in the world, dead, so I imagine this Nico to be a little indifferent, disassociated, careless. You know, the type of attitude a mindless ghost might adopt?

Nico's still emotional enough to react colorfully to Nyx's prodding and games though. As a result, Nyx becomes interested in him the same way Anklys adores him and Cupid haunts him.

Think of Nico as Nyx's most beloved favorite pet - the one with which you take joy in playing, which you'd feed carefully, cater to its need, and be concerned with every change in its behavior.

She ends up going so far as crowning him as her Champion and giving his soul a vessel. A body made of shadows and darkness, with eyes made of supernovas and hair woven from the soul fragments in her dress. (I'm playing don't mind me. Just picture him as normal lmao)

For a long time, they stay like that.

What leads to the changes can be two things, 1/ Bob finding the Mansion of Night; or 2/ Jason's death. Hades plays a crucial role in both scenarios, however.

In the latter, I hope to draw a scenario in which Jason, upon dying, is summoned to Hades' request as the last resort to get his son's soul. In exchange for returning Nico to Hades, Jason would have another chance at life. (Though I suppose if Jason heard Nico's in Tartarus he'd go there unconditionally lmao he's too kind).

If I were to write this, I'd add Reyna and Hazel as well - since 1/ A quest is best done in three; 2/ Reyna is an immortal Hunter; 3/ Hazel is an Underworld child.

Who's the better fit for a trip to the deepest of Hell am i rite?

Anw. A ghost, an immortal and a former-ghost Underworld child go to Tartarus to find another Underworld ghost-child (jeez this is such a tongue-twister). This includes the potential for: Jason-Reyna reconciliation (bc they deserve it), Jason-Hazel reconnection (only bc I hc Hazel never forgives Jason for the jar debacle), and Hazel-Reyna friendship over praetorship and/or as Nico's sisters.

All the while, they're still mourning Nico and Jason.

It's a mess, I know. I find joy in it anyway.

I have few visions of Nyx in this, however. Jason Reyna Hazel trio took too much out of me lmao.

I suppose things would go along the way of them reaching out to Nico thanks to Hazel. And the stories progress through a series of dreams spent trying to communicate without Nyx catching wind, the trio trudging through Tartarus and Nico finding a way to liberate himself.

If I could, I'd add a plot twist that Nyx knew of this all along - Hades' trick could never pass her by, but she left Nico and Jason's gang to it because she wants to see his despair upon realizing he could never leave - for she believes in his soul belonging to her darkness, that this Mansion is, indeed, Nico's home.

I'd also like to see Nico successfully free his own soul of Nyx's shackles, and Nyx, despite the pity of losing her favorite pet, let them go because she now sees Nico's burning thrive for life - a child of both darkness and spring (She's a primordial goddess of ancient times. She can live with a little bit of boredom).

I've yet to decide on an ending, mainly because it was 2 AM and I needed to sleep LMAO. But at least it was fun.

As for the first one, I just assume Bob doesn't get captured - since Nyx already has Nico to entertain him. He might be wandering across Tartarus or staying in Damasen's tent, still calling out to Nico.

His call reaches Hades instead, and he takes advantage of that to send him for Nico. Maybe send a message through Hypnos or Thanatos, telling Bob to look out for the kid, while at the same time sending for Nico as well, telling him about what might be waiting for him thereover and that Hades wants him back. This leads to Bob coming to the Mansion of Night, alerting Nyx and awakening Nico in the process.

After that, I have yet to figure out a certain plotline, but if I were to write it, it'd run along the lines of:

Bob finally found Nico and now Nico sees the hopes of escaping, he suddenly has the desire to leave the Mansion, to which Nyx vehemently forbids. He fights back, ofc. But as a soul, there's nothing Nico can do to harm her. She's a freaking primordial what do you expect--- However, there's one thing he could do - if only to oppose her, as someone who has been holding Nyx's attention for so long. And that is why Nico rejects his own Patron.

Surely, Nyx doesn't like that. She'd have many horrible things to do with him in order to retain her champion, but ultimately Nico would be released and return to his father's side along with Bob.

Yeah obviously i haven't thought that far lmao i was too invested in what Nico and Nyx might be doing back when he's still her Champion. Tbh that's the thing I like most.

I gotta say none of the above ^^^ has any morals whatsoever - Nico's still dead, Nyx would never be defeated bla bla bla - but srsly I could care less. I'm indulging my Nyx and Nico agenda and I'm enjoying myself too much. Who cares.

#nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #jason grace #fanfic talk again bc what’s new anw? #yone au #nyx (pjo) #hazel levesque #reyna avilla ramírez arellano #nico and reyna #nico and nyx #champion of nyx #yone headcanon #pjo au

[easy-revenge]

we need more on the easy revenge and how himeno plays a role in aki’s development please i love her <3 give me the meta i love u thank u

the way y'all are enabling me to be insufferable on main? i love it. its me and my problematic fave against the world. buckle up.

honestly i cant believe i havent talked about easy revenge on here? its my favorite part from himeno's arc and one of my favs for aki as well. so... essay incoming.

gonna start a bit from further back and make some himeno haters mad right off the bat. himeno, in my humble (and correct) opinion, was the person who knew aki better than anyone else. and it has very little to do with how long they knew each other.

himeno knew. she knew that aki wouldn't make it. she knew since before we, as an audience, started observing this story. she knew the harsh but very realistic truth was that aki ultimately was just some guy, and i say that with the unimaginable love i have for him.

he was never special enough. he was never talented enough, strong enough and against popular belief, never driven enough either to kill the gun devil. he gave away his lifespan, he put his life on the line for others every day. he offered to use his sword to save denji, whom he allegedly despised at the time. that's not the behavior of someone who lives for a singular, selfish purpose.

himeno saw him and knew. she knew that if aki was to stand against the gun devil with a sword in hand, he wouldn't make it out alive. she saw him and knew that there were other things he wanted as well.

she was also selfish about it. she wanted him alive and close to her. she wanted them to leave public safety together. she wanted to cup her hands around the dancing little flame that was his shriveling life span and protect it with her life. but selfishness aside, she knew that ultimately it would be the best case scenario for aki as well.

she was proven right. multiple times. after her death. aki admitted to not looking at himself objectively shortly after he lost her, bc he wouldn't have been able to go on otherwise. aki had always been trapped. he'd been set up to fail by the narrative and by makima all along. and even though that was something himeno couldn't know, she was proven correct again when aki died before even getting to look at the gun devil and have a chance to go down fighting.

himeno never told aki that she didn't believe in him. it wasn't something he'd ever be ready to hear, especially while she was still alive. aki wouldn't be able to live without a goal to strive for. he'd clutched at that pipe dream and held on for dear life for too long, gave up too much on his way there. he didn't know how to exist without a finish line to run towards.

but himeno saw him stick gum to a woman's coat for her. she saw him being happy about it. she saw him taking care of power and denji, even though he was aki hayakawa, the devil hunter who hated devils the most. she saw him stare longingly at makima. she felt his breath against her own face as they shared cigarettes.

it rly isnt that hard to see, if u care enough to look. and himeno cared more than enough. aki thought he wanted revenge. it takes a lot of hate in a man's soul to dedicate his life to that. aki was kind. aki cried for his co-workers' deaths. aki wanted to be the big brother he never got to be. he wanted the family he lost. he wanted to save people from things similar to what he went through.

aki deserved to lead a life where his kindness wouldn't put him at a disadvantage.

and that's what himeno wanted for him. even if it wasn't a life he would live by her side, she wanted him to be fulfilled. with her dying breath, she herself left him with a wish he could make come true.

later she'd leave him with a wish he'd at least try to.

easy revenge. small victories. moments of fulfillment. she probably put that cigarette upside down in the packet she died with, for good luck. it's such an honest wish. such a caring one. maybe something himeno would've lived by too if she didn't find her brief fulfilment in addiction.

it seems utterly pointless now. bc aki did die in the hands of the gun devil. he didn't get to protect denji and power. he didn't get to protect angel either. he failed in every way a man can fail bc he didn't escape the narrative. would never have been able to.

personally though, i dont think he would've gotten as close as he did to taking something back if it wasn't for that cigarette. if it wasn't for the remnants of himeno, the mere essence of her having the power to give it to him before dying alongside ghost.

bc he did get a family. he got to be an older brother again. he gave two months he couldn't really spare to save a devil. took the same devil out to eat with him.

he ASKED to leave the gun devil mission to protect his family. to not lose anyone else the way he lost himeno. to not see another loved one of his go in the little time he had left.

he did everything in his power to honor both of himeno's dying wishes. he cried for her when she died and got his easy revenge. at least as much of it as he could.

to me, himeno was vital to aki's development and storyline, both alive and in death. aki deserved a person to know him. to see him. and himeno wasn't perfect, but she was that for him, even if it took him a bit too long to fully realize.

#oof i probably forgot half the things i wanted to say and rambled a bit too much #but oh well #i have character studies for aki and himeno sitting in my docs and i rummage through them like a raccoon looking for food in the trash fr #i dont know what this is at this point #thank u anon and also im sorry lmao #answered #anon ask #one day ill talk about how i interpret the snowball scene regarding aki's inner child give me like a week #himeno chainsaw man #chainsaw man #himeno #aki hayakawa #manga #anime #chainsaw man ask #easy revenge #aki x himeno #akimeno

[linesfromzaun]

Pill Bottles (Silco x Chronically Ill!Reader)

Rating: T

Tags: protective Silco, descriptors of pain, Gen!reader, Gen!illness, threat of violence (from Silco), comfort

A/N: I actually just lost my medication bc my prescription ran out and my doc is gone until April. I’m reposting this from AO3 bc I figured you guys would enjoy. I don’t know when I’ll get back into the writing kick but here’s my desperate attempt to re-comfort myself lol

You wrap a blanket around yourself as you head for Silco’s office, feeling the pain in your body become intense. Shuffling down the hallway, your hunched figure avoids eye contact with everyone.

You hear voices behind the door and you enter, seeing Silco in a very heated meeting. He looks to you, surprised, and let’s go of the collar of the poor man in front of him. “You are supposed to be resting.”

You knew he has a reputation to uphold, so he wasn’t purposefully being distant. “I know. I was just checking if…it came in?”

“That is the exact reason why this gentleman is here. He was smuggling your prescriptions for profit, not caring of the consequence.” Silco’s tone is evil, and it startles you.

You walk beside the tamed beast that is your husband, and you hold a hand up. “May I?” He gives a harsh grunt and goes to grab a cigar. You look down at the man who appears frightened with one foot in the grave. Still, you give a polite smile and begin to explain. “I don’t think you realize why I need those. It’s not for the reason you think it is. You’re already aware that Zaun’s… atmosphere can cause genetic changes and activate certain illnesses hidden in our DNA. I need those, because of how Zaun’s pollution has affected my body. They keep me from extreme pain.” You take the bag out of his hand and he scowls.

“How do I know it’s not a lie?”

“Watch your tongue before I cut it out!” You allow Silco to stand behind you to silence the man further. “You have no reason to demand such things, boy. You are lucky, I would have slit your throat if my spouse was not currently in the room.” Silco grabs his neck and the man begins choking for air. “Next time, you do not delay bringing those here. Otherwise, I will not be this merciful.” He shoves the man to the ground and stands above him, watching as he struggles to take in air. “Now, get out.” The man trips over his own feet as he sprints out the door, slamming it behind him.

Silco’s body drops a majority of the tension and turns to you, scanning over you with concerned eyes. “You are still withdrawing, you need to rest.”

“I got lonely, I don’t want to deal with this alone.” He offers his hand out to you and you take it lightly. Using your conjoined hands, he pulls you into a soft embrace.

“I cannot promise that you will not experience this again. Topside is becoming diligent with what passes through the border.” You give a minuscule smile and cup the scarred side of his face lightly; making sure to leave his foundation undisturbed.

“You’re doing everything you can, and I love you. You’re balancing a family and a growing nation. I’m willing to sacrifice my health to have an independent nation…for you and for Jinx.” He shakes his head and rests his forehead against yours.

“You are in pain. I will not allow that pain to debilitate you. You need these, even if they are of Topside’s making. You need all the care I could offer.” You press your lips to his, and you feel him sink into your body slightly.

“You like to think that man from the past died in the river, but I think that’s untrue. While you came out more scarred, you’re still as gentle and kind. You just only allow those you trust to see that beautiful soul of yours. I have the privilege of receiving that love from you. I have a husband that risks his safety for my well-being, I don’t think I could deserve better than that.”

Silco’s eyes flash with emotion, his breathing slightly heavier at your words. You know it’s what he needs to hear, especially now. You could tell the guilt of you being in pain was eating at him. You don’t want him to feel guilt over something he had no part in. “Every day I feel as if you deserve more than what I can give. Waking up and still seeing you by my side keeps me fighting.” You wrap your arms around his neck and hide your face in his shoulder. “Thank you for believing in me.”

“Of course, my love.” He pulls away from you and holds your hips in his hands.

“I am clearing my schedule for the next 24 hours. I will make sure to monitor you— so you can restart your dosage.” You smile and walk him to the sofa, allowing him to get the idea. He lies down on his back, creating the ideal cuddling position for lying on his chest. “Before then, you need sleep.” You yawn and curl into him, feeling his arms wrap around you.

“Yes, sir.”

#silco #arcane silco #silco my beloved #silco x reader #silco fanfic #silco x female reader #silco x y/n #silco one shot #silco x gender neutral reader #silco x male reader #Silco x chronically ill reader

[evita-shelby]

Hi !

I would like to ask what do you think about may ? Bcs that scene in the office where she and tommy where talking and he got offended to the fact that she just wanted his horse was so funny to me 😂

If possibly could you do something like that with the reader? If not its ok i understand your busy with your life amd your fics!

I thought it was funny because Tommy’s not used to women who moved on from him, like May admits that she had hoped he'd be different (different being not stringing along three women at the same time and not be an asshole about it). Like he assumed May would be another Grace or Lizzie who never moved on from him because Tommy is used to having that power over women.

So here, a gender neutral reader who just wants to keep things professional after a fling with Tommy that they actually regrets ever having.

The quote from Voltaire is from Hulu's the Great Season 1 Episode 10, where Voltaire says it to Catherine. The last dialogue of the reader is paraphrased to fit the time and the speaker.

What is a man?

Gif by @floweryshell

You hadn’t expected him to act offended when he saw he had no power over you.

He had a wife.

Elizabeth Shelby didn’t deserve to be cheated on, and knowing how miserable he makes her has broken the illusion.

“I’m just here for business. I will manage the cargo ships and your new shares of my petrol company and that will be it.” You had said when you showed up punctual as always.

You had long debated ending things, but you believed yourself in love with him for so long that you couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him in the past.

For fuck’s sake, you were thirty and had a spouse of your own who should’ve divorced you instead of forgiving you.

“So, it’s over then.” His tone says differently. You’ll come back, they always do.

Thomas Shelby had the uncanny ability to be wanted by all those who liked men. You were no different.

The only difference between you and his two wives is that you have the fucking common sense to move on and mean it.

Elizabeth Shelby deservers better than him.

Grace Shelby is lucky she died when he still loved her and his inability to remain monogamous hadn’t shown up yet.

“I know you still want me.” He says because that is how he makes them crawl back to him on their hands and knees.

“What is a man? Some legs, a cock, a few words that float away into nothing as they are said.” You said, reciting a quote some attribute to the French philosopher, Voltaire.

He had laughed when you said it then, he doesn’t laugh now.

“I’ll divorce Lizzy if that’s what you want. We are good together, Y/N, don’t throw that away.” He doesn’t beg or plead. Well, he does in bed, but when he is Thomas Shelby MP OBE he does not.

“For now, tomorrow you could get hit by a car, or you fuck another woman and catch syphilis frm her and French kiss it down my throat and I die mad and worthlessly.” You drink the gin he had served you. You don’t look at him.

It offends him to know how easy it was for you to move on.

It wasn’t your fault he was used to people like Grace and Elizabeth who were too weak to move on.

#tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader

[0xo]

that post about trying to break cycles by being nothing like ur abuser but actually failing to grow better behaviors... (tw lots of talk of suicide and death, mentions of abuse)

really hitting hard rn considering the death of my uncle who hated his (admittedly terrible) father but ended up perpetuating the same exact bullshit onto his wife and kids. and then died bc he couldn't face that fact. like when faced w divorce and the idea of losing his control over his family he... fucked off and died. (still don't have details on how, unsure if it was on purpose but. signs point to...) [AND PREFACING WITH: i do NOT think all people who die by suicide are cowardly or bad people or anything like that. i am talking about a very specific and complicated situation in my own family. please do not interpret this as me saying that all people who die by suicide were bad people/dodging responsibility/could've "worked harder to improve their situation." i know deeply that that is NOT the case, i have been personally impacted by suicide in other ways. i am just discussing one person and the circumstances around his death.]

and of course im sad, we were close once, he is family. ofc im sad he felt dying was better than trying to sort out his life or trying to be a good coparent. but the way he treated his (very sweet, very patient) wife was deeply unacceptable to me. he isolated her, and didn't properly care for his high-support needs autistic kids, and pinned it all on her. he was terrible to my mother and forced all my grandma's end of life care on my mother. he hurt us a lot with his behavior.

and like. i don't think he necessarily deserved to die bc of it, right? he had his own issues, he cut himself off too and refused help from everyone, these problems run in the family and he knew that and still wouldn't accept help. and you can't MAKE anyone accept help. but i can't help but think that if he'd, maybe, been open to the people who loved him, he could've... restructured. he was so smart, so clever, so creative! he could've done anything he wanted to, he was so good at anything he tried.

and yet. in trying to avoid being like his father. he ended up doing all the same things. and i think that was too much for him to handle. and i hate that, i hate that so much.

he leaves behind two brilliant, brilliant children - they're SO CLEVER. but he couldn't accept their support needs and didn't treat them well. they don't even know he's dead yet, i don't think. but they love him, and he saw them as manipulative and trying to intentionally ruin his life. they're small children. they haven't even developed the capability to manipulate yet, they just want some chocolate milk, right? and yet he compared those kids to his father.

it just hurts. this wasn't necessary. my poor fucking mum is now an orphan with two dead siblings. how is she meant to deal with all this? how is she supposed to reconcile the grief of his needless death with the absolutely shit way he treated her and their mother?

luckily we love his widow very much and we will make sure she and the kids are okay. but i truly don't understand anything. it just sucks balls to watch someone ruin their own life and leave a giant fucked up mess behind. and then everyone's saying sorry and apologizing for my loss, like i didn't lose him years ago, like we were still close, like i'm not angry with the way he treated the people around him. we grew up like siblings. but that connection was basically severed when he started acting like a jackass. i don't know how to respond to people trying to comfort me. they all assume i'm really really sad, and i am, but i'm also pissed off, and i don't think anyone knows what to do with that.

because you're not supposed to be pissed at someone for dying, especially if it's probably suicide, you're meant to be tragically sad. you're not supposed to say they were wrong, you're supposed to apologize for being wrong and not seeing the signs earlier, you're supposed to be sorry. and you're not supposed to speak ill of the dead, even if they were fucking complicated, you're meant to shove all those negative emotions aside to grieve the good of them.

and i do grieve the good of him! i grieve the family member he could've been if he had actually broken cycles! but i'm fucking angry. you don't get to treat everyone around you like shit and then kill yourself to get out of being remembered as an asshole. it doesn't work like that. you're still an asshole, now you're just dead and can't take responsibility for fucking up people's lives. i'm sorry he felt that was the best way out. AND good god, he was a grown man with every opportunity to improve himself. and he chose to stagnate and be fucking mean. dying in a shit way doesn't erase that.

and like, listen, i understand that people are complicated. i don't think everyone who dies by suicide is an asshole. MOST people who do were genuinely failed by the people and systems around them, they weren't bad people, they were in bad situations. they didn't have help or a way out. it's not inherently selfish or evil, it's fucking devastatingly sad.

and mental illness is complicated and hard. like. hm. i don't think it's his fault he was fucked up, it runs heavy in our family, he was traumatized too. but. he talked so much about growing past that and then just... didn't. he had support, he had a good therapist, he talked the talk. and didn't walk the walk AT ALL. he treated people like dirt. and i understand that certain illness our family is prone to, they make it extremely hard to get or accept help, okay? i get that. i really do. but you can't just fall back on mental illness and trauma as an excuse for financially/emotionally abusing your wife and neglecting-to-the-point-of-abusing your children. it wasn't okay when his dad did it and it's not okay that he did it. and what makes it worse is that he was so aware of how fucked up his childhood made him, and self-aware enough to superficially recognize his own faults, but not enough to change how he interacted with people. why must these cycles continue! why!

i'm so angry and so sad. i don't even know my cousins well because he was so ashamed of how poorly he treated them that he cut us off from them. he hated my mum and so held me at arm's length to avoid interacting with her in any capacity. they're sweet kids...

anyways. sorry. im just so so so so so so so so so tired of death in my family and abuse cycles. im so tired in general and these giant unnameable unfathomable emotions don't help. i feel like the suicide element makes it even harder to talk about, because i sound like an absolute cunt for saying any of this to people who don't know the situation. nothing about it is simple. nothing about it is easy. i don't know what to do anymore at all tbh!!!!!!

[dreamsofjanuary]

kidnapped | e.m

pairing: eddie munson x gn! reader

warnings: established relationship, kidnapping, physical assault, starving, mentions of eating dog food (?), foul language (bitch, whore)

note: omg tysm for this request!! i got a bit carried away bc i love some angst <3

being with eddie was your favourite way to pass time. usually, you could be found with him everyday, but since chrissy had died and he’d had to go into hiding, you could only see him when delivering food and beer. eddie hadn’t allowed you to visit any other time, despite your begging. he said it was to protect you.

but now, as you sat in a small room in jason carver’s old garage, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d have been better off with him. memories of jason and his cruel friends grabbing you from behind and pulling you off your bike replayed in your head. how long had you been there? a day? two, even?

there were no windows or clocks to watch, so truly, you had no idea. completely alone with your thoughts, your mind drifted back to eddie, as it often did. was he okay? did he know where you were? did he even know what had happened? did anyone?

the door to the room you were trapped in swung open, and jason sauntered in. although you tried to stand up, the handcuffs attached to a sink kept you at his mercy.

“eat up, bitch.” jason placed a dog bowl in front of you.

“is this dog food?” you couldn’t help but wrinkle your nose in disgust as the smell of slimy meat from a tin crawled towards you.

“it’s all you’re getting, so i don’t want to hear any complaints.” he pointed a finger at you. “unless, you’re going to talk.”

“i told you, i don’t know-” you were interrupted by a hand colliding with your face. instantly, your cheek stung, and tears formed in your eyes.

“you lying whore!” jason yelled, shaking in anger by now. “he killed my chrissy, and i know you know where he’s hiding.”

“never.” you held your head up indignantly.

“fine.” without warning, he slammed your head into the sink you couldn’t escape. you let out a cry as he picked up the dog bowl again, and turned to leave.

“maybe you’ll be more inclined to talk when you’re hungry.” he said, leaving the room and locking it behind him.

so you were left alone, again. you could hear jason and his friends laughing outside. when they had brought you to his old garage, you instantly recognised it as jason’s famous party spot. apart from the room you were trapped in, which consisted of a toilet and sink, it was lavishly decorated, with a tv and bar. you had been trying to close your eyes and sleep in order to conserve your energy, but it was no use. you were so, so tired, but couldn’t sleep while sat up and half starved. you recognised yourself shaking now, just like a rickety old staircase someone was thundering down.

*

eddie was in a bad mood. a worse mood than he had been lately. he had been trying and trying to contact you, but to no avail. how could you? how could you ignore him when you knew he needed you right now? what could possibly make you do such a thing? were you sick of him? were you tired of having to cover for someone who is running from the law?

eddie always knew he didn’t deserve you. you, brilliantly intelligent, unconditionally kind, with your ineffable beauty were much too good for the likes of him. but for some reason you loved him, of all people. why did you love him? and if you truly did love him, why were you ignoring him? maybe you weren’t ignoring him. were you hurt? had you been caught by vecna? what if-

his thoughts were interrupted by dustin’s crackled voice sounding through the walky-talky.

“eddie, how are you doing?”

“not good, henderson. really, really, not good.” eddie grimaced.

“hang in. we’re coming to meet you, alright? we’re going to bring you some food.” dustin said. you should’ve done that yesterday. but you didn’t.

“henderson, what about y/n?” eddie asked, but there was no reply. “where’s y/n? henderson?”

eddie yelled in frustration as he threw the walky-talky towards a tree. he didn’t care if it broke.

it was dark as dustin appeared at lover’s rock - eddie’s new hiding place, with steve, robin, lucas, and max.

“eddie, have you seen y/n?” dustin asked, not even taking the time to greet his friend.

“does it look like i have?” eddie asked rhetorically, rattled.

“we haven’t either. but we think we might know where they are.” max said.

“we think they could’ve been kidnapped by jason.” robin said. “we know they haven’t fallen victim to vecna, because their parents haven’t found a body. they don’t know where y/n is either.”

“yeah, they called me this morning.” steve jumped in.

“and she wouldn’t do a runner. and jason and his friends tried to find you through the hellfire club, so it makes sense.” robin finished, out of breath now.

“fucking jason took them?” eddie stood. in that moment, he looked terrifying - wide eyes, messy hair, flailing arms. but really, he was just afraid for you.

“good news is, we think we know where they are, too.” dustin began. “it would be stupid to hide someone you kidnapped in your own home, right? and jason’s parents have an old garage just outside of town. they never used it, so jason redecorated it for his parties.”

steve and lucas nodded, corroborating the information. they’d been to a fair few of these legendary parties themselves.

“we think y/n has been taken there.”

“so, what are we waiting for?” eddie asked. “go! let’s go!”

*

you were more tired than ever now. jason had tried again to force some information out of you, but all that came out of the interrogation was fresh bruises on your neck. he still hadn’t let you eat or drink anything. jason’s voice and his friend’s laughter wafted towards you, but you were too tired to try to understand them. they were angry about something - probably eddie. your love for eddie was much too strong for you to give up his hiding place so that you could eat. food could wait - they’d have to give you some sooner or later. surely they wouldn’t let you starve.

a door swinging open made you flinch, and you cowered until you realised it wasn’t the door to your room. the front door had opened and now everyone was yelling. there were loud bangs and you could hear glass smashing. predictably, your mind hurtled towards eddie. but you soon realised it couldn’t be him. he was in hiding - he wouldn’t couldn’t show his face; especially not to jason. maybe it was the police? or someone else who had got on the wrong side of the basketball team? but then, you heard robin’s voice. then steve’s. and then eddie’s. the door to your confined room broke down, and the three of them came thundering in.

“eddie!” you gasped hoarsely. he immediately saw you, and wrapped his arms tightly around your shaking torso. robin had found a chain of keys and her and steve were trying to find the right one that unlocked your handcuffs.

“are you alright?” he asked as he pulled back, surveying you for injuries. you saw his eyes fill with tears as they landed upon your reddened cheek, bruised neck, and blood matted hair.

“i’m okay.” you nodded, voice cracking. “just please get me out of here.”

now free, you wrapped your arms loosely around eddie’s neck as he lifted you from the floor. he placed one gentle arm under your neck, and the other under the bend of your knees. you hid your face in his chest as the three of them stepped over jason and his friends.

“are they…?” you couldn’t finish your sentence.

“alive and well, my love.” eddie reassured you. “don’t worry.”

“well, maybe not well.” steve mumbled.

“but alive? definitely.” robin nodded.

in the dark of night, eddie ran you back to steve’s car, climbing in the back with you as steve and robin got in the front. lucas, dustin, and max were all sat in the back seats, and jumped to see you as soon as you got in.

“y/n? are you okay?” lucas asked, worry written all over his face.

“i’m okay.” you nodded half-heartedly. you would be, but you were tired, hungry, and in pain.

“here, take this.” max threw you a chocolate bar, which eddie caught and unwrapped for you. dustin also passed eddie a large water bottle.

you knew now, laid between eddie’s legs with your head on his chest and your hand in his, that you were safe. no one would ever touch you again.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader

[dulcewrites]

Seeing Jaehaerys little casket and his face being the only thing showed is so saddening. I feel like Otto purposely left his face out in the open cause normally they cover the face. I was kinda surprised that Helaena was in there at the funeral(I know it’s her son so it’s expected she’d show up ), but if I remember she became extremely depressed to the point she didn’t leave her room. So I wonder if after the funeral thats when she’ll retreat t her room and hardly leave.

I also wanna know where Tom and Ewan were, some say that’ll be in the back on horseback and that their filming the closes up on different days or up in the air on their dragons.

Helaena and her children deserves so much better 😭. As much as I hate it Otto making Jaehaerys funeral into something public and showing the body was a smart. He’s Fr the Kris Jenner of Westeros. I know alot of people hate team green but not me, I find them so more interesting then team black.

Also seeing this dumbass tweet 😭.

I’m just glad the costume are better then last season 🙏🏽.

I think the funeral will happen almost immediately after and probably trigger more sadness for Helaena tbh :(. Like she’s gonna be riding around staring at her dead son.

Though I do want to see what Aegon and Aemond (more Aegon) are doing during this, I wouldn’t be surprised if they just have the girls do this. Especially with the whole Helaena and Alicent were beloved by smallfolk angle. I hope they do put the focus on Helaena bc I feel like whenever people talk about b&c, she ends up getting lost in the shuffle despite it literally being ‘her story’. They focus on who the father is 🙄, or some other angle that doesn’t highlight how much pain this caused Helaena. Very excited to see how phia (and Tom with aegon) play this

That tweet makes me laugh bc like 1. Out of all the people, why would anyone assume it was Alicent’s idea. She was gagged, tied up, and had to watch her grandson die and her daughter’s will to live break. She’s allowed to mourn. There’s nothing humiliating about an atrocity that’s been done TO THEM. Then 2. even if Alicent does end up being the one to wanted a public funeral, aren’t these the same people who said they’d like show Alicent more if she was like her book counterpart??? More cunning and ruthless 🤔🤔. Funny how they truly can’t stand when the narrative highlights team green in a positive/sympathetic way. Also this just proves how the women on team green despite clearly being less culpable and the bleeding hearts of the tg, get more hate than the team green men (and the men on the show as a whole) who actually do bad shit. Like they bypassed otto, the person who has been scheming since ep 1, and went straight for Alicent. It’s transparent

Plus… Rhaenys literally wore an identical mourning veil when laena died. And if I remember correctly, multiple women during laena’s funeral did. Was that dramatic too?? Or is that idea only for the big bad Alicent who can never do right lmao

#asks and requests #hotd spoilers #anti team black #<- for those who don’t want to see the rants #hotd talk