#and it means nothing the thing bothering me legit means NOTHING yet I CANNOT stop THINKIN ABOUT IT

[shibainu2006]

You're not alone

This is that idea I got! I can't go without writing it!

Author's note: I had way too much fun with this.. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Honorable mentions

@killersweetie

@vtoriacore

@vtoriacore-rbs

@atcordare

@the-dumber-scaramouche

@eccedentesiast-sapphic

All the cheating... Harming others... It was mind-boggling to her.

The prefect didn't understand the purpose.

Savanaclaw had finally been caught red-handed, and now she and her friends faced the housewarden and his boot lickers.

He'd given up so quickly that it felt almost too easy...

Her dreams were certainly enough to tell her this wouldn't end so cleanly.

Was she a prophet? No.

Despite that, she was still shown just who would be a problem next. Or at least what dorm.

Everyone in this school was such a nuisance...

Savanaclaw had done nothing but waste her time and energy.

All this over one stupid sport... Such sore losers...

Not even a solid hour in, he was saying all kinds of unjust things to the people who willingly helped him! Believed in him!

The very people who practically worshipped him!

"For all the talk about 'the world watching,' this is still just schoolkids playin' a game." Leona spoke with so much apathy that it made Reign's stomach churn....

"All you wide-eyed tenderfoots talkin' about your dreams... Pfft. The whole thing amused me, so I threw you a bone. That's all this was."

How dare he...

"What do you mean? What happened to working together to turn the world upside down?" Ruggie was in disbelief...

"Are you seriously still goin' on about that? All right, fine. You wanna hear the truth?" The housewarden's expression turned to an unkind one. It was never kind to begin with, but it worsened...

"You're a hyena who grew up in a dump, and I'm a secondborn prince who won't ever be king. And there is NO turning that around!"

Ruggie obviously had qualms with those words, and spoke against them quickly, "What? You gotta be kidding me! What is this? You can't just quit after we've come this far!"

Another student spoke up, "You can't do this to us, boss!"

Why did they bother with him at this point? It made no sense...

"You're gonna play, even if we gotta drag you there kicking and screaming!" Another exclaimed.

Leona was only getting irritated...

"Bah, I'm so sick of this nonsense. Shut UP, you nobodies!"

Dust kicked up, almost as though a sandstorm was brewing..

Leona had gripped Ruggie's arm, and the skin began to crack...

A pained noise erupted from his throat, but it was choked out and dry...

"Everything the housewarden touched is turning to sand?!" Jack was visibly concerned for the wellbeing of Ruggie.

"That'd be my signature spell. The King's Roar." Leona spoke in a sinister tone... "Ironic, isn't it? Nothin' the savanna hates more than a drought." His grip on Ruggie tightened..

"Yet its prince's magic desiccates everything—reduces it to sand."

"B-boss... It hurts...!" The hyena managed to speak.

Reign was getting close to losing her temper...

Deuce's eyes widened, "Ruggie's arm! The skin is cracking!"

"Your spell can legit dry out a HUMAN BEING!?" Ace was in awe, but he was scared.

Seemed like Riddle had just about enough, "Leona, I cannot allow this to continue! Off With Your Head!"

Instead of his collar stopping Leona... it bounced off.

"Myah!? Riddle's collar bounced right off!" Grim exclaimed, clearly surprised.

Leona gave a dark chuckle, "Maybe you're some kinda prodigy, kid, but don't go thinkin' you're smarter than your elders. I aced my Protective Magic classes in my sleep."

Riddle gritted his teeth at those words...

The lion barked out a laugh, "Hah! How do you like that, Ruggie? Does it hurt? Is your mouth too dry to keep licking my boots? That was your finest talent, too."

Jack was almost shaking...

"If we don't stop him, Ruggie's gonna..."

Reign exhaled, stepping forward, "I've seen and heard just. About. Enough from you..." She was fuming..

"Hah? And what can a magicless herbivore like you do?" Leona glared at her, "Since the day we met, you've done nothing but challenge my authority..."

"I ain't scared of some wannabe king who can't even get his act together!" Reign spoke firmly, "You're nothin', but a coward in my eyes!"

Leona glared at her, and they locked eyes, neither backing down for even a second...

Riddle spoke once more, "I don't get it! If you have that much power, why do this?!"

Leona chuckled at his question, "Why? What do you care, kid? You gonna scold me? Try to talk me down?" Leona spoke grimly, "Don't you get it? Power alone ain't enough to make waves in this world. Look at Ruggie here. He's like a muzzled dog. Pathetic, ain't it? Hard not to pity him."

Ruggie was choked up, already struggling to stay alive.

Jack finally had enough, "That's enough! Unleash the beast!!" He cried, and his form shifted into that of a wolf.

Everyone was startled by this!

Even Leona, who had completely lost focus.

Riddle saw this as an opportunity, "Off with your head!!"

Now, Leona's magic could do no harm.

Deuce got Ruggie away from Leona, now at a safe distance.

Sebek and Silver got the wounded out of the stadium.

Leona was fuming now, "No... NO! You can't collar a lion! And Jack! How did you... Transformation potions are forbidden! Where did you get that?"

"I didn't use a potion—that's my signature spell." Jack explained, "With it, I can transform myself into a wolf."

"Ha! What's that saying? Every dog has his day? Well, I guess you had yours!"

Reign glared into Leona's very soul.

Listening to him speak was becoming irritating...

"Housewarden Leona, I want you to know... I only came to this school because of how much I admired you! What happened to the man you used to be?" Jack questioned him.

"Shut up... Your dreams got nothin' to do with me!" Leona snapped.

Riddle took a moment to try and defuse the situation, "I understand the irony of me being the one to say it, but it pains me to see you like this. You'd be wise to confine yourself to your room and try to calm down!"

Leona glowered at him, "What do you know about how I feel?!"

Lilia stepped up, having a grin on his face, "Would that the lion king of the savanna could witness this absolute farce." He started, "No, if you ask me, the collar suits you far better than a crown ever could."

He was being far nicer than Reign planned to be...

"Huh!?" Leona was still holding onto his pride, but a few more words... that would be all it took...

"You may bemoan the fact that you're not higher in line to be king. But with that sensitive ego of yours? That so quickly directs all your petty anger at your retainers..." He continued, "Well, the idea of you ever contending with a REAL king like our Malleus—is absolutely laughable. Even if you COULD defeat Malleus, so long as that's how you choose to conduct yourself? You would never be fit to rule!"

And with that... Leona began to laugh...

"Hah... Ha ha. Yeah, you're probably right. No, you're EXACTLY right...! Ha ha ha ha! I will never become king. No matter how hard I try!"

Reign could sense the bad vibes leaking right off the lion... Another overblot...

"Myah! My fur's standin' on end!" Grim felt his fur bristle.

"The magic power within Leona is surging... I don't think my collar can hold it!"

Lilia had come to a realization, "No... that isn't magic power." He said, "That's negative energy. Which means..."

Reign's brows furrowed, "Fuck..."

"EVERYBODY GET DOWN!!" Cater exclaimed.

Riddle's collar was sent flying through the air.

Leona was so deep in anguish and rage...

"I've been loathed since the day I was born. I've never had a place, never had a future! None of my hard work is ever rewarded! How could any of YOU possibly understand? MY disappointment?! MY pain?!"

Upon hearing those words, Reign felt a sting in her heart.

Suddenly, Leona was nothing but a mirror to her...

She knew...

She understood...

All that pent up aggression.. All that saddness...

He was hurting, and now she could see it clearly.

Her inner empath took effect, and suddenly, she could feel his very heart.. How tainted and damaged it had been..

How unfair life had been to him, just as it had been to her.

Leona let out a powerful roar, striking fear into the hearts of many..

It was time to fight.

Reign stood tall, fully willing to take him on herself if need be.

A few words were exchanged, and the battle began.

.

.

.

Almost halfway in, Reign had suffered quite a few injuries, almost more than the others.

He was targeting her... Almost as though to be punishing her for her insolence... Punishing her for challenging him the way she always had.

Of course, she didn't care for that, until he came right for her, gripping her forearm.

The others were too focused on the blot monster to realize that she'd been grabbed.

Reign stiffened, shuddering.

Was this the end?

She closed her eyes, visibly afraid, but she didn't feel any pain aside from his tight grip on her arm.

"Where's all that fire from before...? Lost your nerve?" Leona chuckled darkly.

Reign opened her eyes, looking directly into his..

"You're hurting... aren't you?"

That was all she said. There was no anger on her face... Only sympathy.

Leona growled, "What are you talking about?"

"I know how it feels... To not be accepted by everyone around you.. I know it hurts to be beat down like that..." She didn't bother fighting against him.

The lion gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on her, digging his claws into her arm, making her wince, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU KNOW!? YOU AND I ARE NOTHING ALIKE IF THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE SUGGESTING!!" He roared out, "I AM THE LOATHED SECOND PRINCE! WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND!?"

"I can understand plenty!" Reign spoke firmly, "I went through similar! I know damn well how it feels!" She was genuine in her words.

"You don't feel like you're good enough, and you've spent your whole life trying to impress just for one goal! I know what that's like!" She told him.

Leona clenched his jaw, "YOU KNOW NOTHING!!"

He threw her down to the ground, and she yelped.

She had no stamina left to continue to fight...

The pain in her body was becoming too much for her.

Leona stood over her weak form, "I'm going to kill you... then I'll turn the rest of this pointless world to sand... If I can't rule it.. then I'll destroy it."

He reached for her, gold magic swirling in his hand.

Seeing this, adrenaline rushed through Reign's body, and she gripped his wrist, kicking him in the stomach with a powerful leg, knocking the wind out of him.

The magic in his hand faded, and she pulled him down to the ground, pinning his hands behind his back and digging her knee right into his back.

"I refuse... To die here..." She panted.

Leona growled, struggling to get her off.

His head hit the ground pretty hard, and he could feel pain in his body.

The blot was getting to be too much.

She wouldn't budge, but she felt her body giving out...

She was exhausted..

Reign fell over on her side, panting.

That was the last bit of energy she had...

Leona sat up, "You... I commend your bravery... but now it's over..."

Before he could even do anything to her, he was hit hard by a wolf.

Jack had saved her life!

Leona seemed pretty out of it, too...

Slowly, the blot monster disappeared, and Leona fell to his knees,"I just.. wanted to be king..."

And with that... the battle had finished.

Finally.

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.

.

It had been weeks since Leona's overblot, and Reign had gotten the proper rest needed.

Her arm was pretty messed up, so it was bandaged.

She wandered into the botanical garden, holding her sketchbook, searching for the perfect thing to draw.

Reign felt something under her foot, and a familiar growl.

Oh... not again...

She sighed, lifting her foot to see the same tail she'd stepped on a month ago.

Leona sat up, "You again..?"

"Sorry..." Reign huffed, knowing he'd probably wanna pick a fight.

"You gotta watch where you're going..." Leona sighed, lying back down.

The prefect was surprised, but she didn't question him, walking off.

Leona thought back on her words...

"Hey.."

Reign turned, looking at Leona, "Yes?"

"When you said... that you understood me... What exactly did you mean by that..?"

She smiled a bit, "I meant just what I said... Nothing more, nothing less. You're not alone in this world... That much, I can promise you."

Leona sucked in a quiet breath at her words.

He wasn't alone...

Someone finally understood him...

Just like that, Reign made her way further into the gardens, humming to herself.

Maybe the prefect wasn't so bad after all...

The end!

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #savanaclaw #leona kingscholar #twst mc #twisted wonderland mc #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #ace trappola #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #lilia vanrouge #silver #sebek zigvolt #heartslabyul #diasomnia #grim twst #leona x mc #leona kingscholar x mc #twst angst #twisted wonderland angst #twst comfort #twisted wonderland comfort #twst fic #twisted wonderland fic

[achillesmonochrome]

The end of an Era?

I didn't want to make any posts on my own or talk too much about it because for the respect I have left for this show, I kind of preferred just move on and not give it any more of my attention.

But then the Kiss with the Bees happened and even if I don't ship it anymore (oh that shit sailed A LONG time ago,) I was curious enough to start tuning back in.

And oh my, I don't regret, and is not for any good reasons.

What a shit show, I left this show at the beginning of volume 7 not because I was angry at their stupid ass decisions or they did something problematic (because I would had left even earlier if those were the reasons.) I just, legit couldn't be bothered.

I stuck with this show for as long as I did because I was a fan since the second trailer, I was part of the early community in the Latin American fandom, I did edits and fanfics of this thing. I rarely watch shows when there is still nothing of them yet and I was hoping if I saw this from waiting for the first episode to the final conclusion, it would be an experience to stick with me for a long time.

Yeah I chose the wrong show.

Because ADHD brain, I rarely stop watching things as a conscious decision, it ultimately ends up being me forgetting when something is coming out because I don't care enough for it. So for me to pause mid episode, and just decide not to bother anymore, was a big deal.

I ended up watching back when the Kiss of the Bees aired for a couple of things.

I never thought they would actually do it and they would just continue queerbaiting.

I was curious if they actually stuck the landing, considering I stopped shipping them years ago I wondered if they could actually turn it into something good.

Did I watch from the last point I watched to be up to speed? Pff no.

Watching the bees scene alone felt a bit odd since there are a few things that DEFINITELY felt like they are talking about someone's else love story, and other moments that didn't make sense to me. And after doing some digging watching the rest of the volumes actually makes the scene worse because at least I could pretend they had a good development.

Of course I caught on the other shit show parts, and decided to tune back in not because I thought it was interesting, but because the whole thing with Ruby and the Ever After made me wonder what kind of bullshit they were going to do next.

And oh boy, that ending didn't disappoint in that aspect!

I was laughing, like a lot, because a bunch of shit just didn't make sense; like hey maybe is my ADHD or english being my second language but what part of the anything that was happening to Ruby on the other side made her decide she wanted to be herself?

I could go into more detail into things that don't make sense, but really that's why I was laughing my ass so much.

So much shit happens and goes just because, and at this point I can only laugh at the dumbass writing decisions this show has.

Like I cannot believe that not only, this is the shortest season, the one rw//by fans needed to wait the most for (which yeah, covid, I will not give them grief for that part) but it ended up being all for nothing?

Again I understand that they may need to have a shorter season or take more time because of the pandemic, but what part of that means having a season that is practically just filler?

I swear is so hysterical I'm laughing.

In my opinion, there is no saving for this story. The villain goes into "It's so powerful it's a nightmare's writer to find a way how to defeat them" territory which I can't believe how fast they nosedived into that (Shonen villains normally take awhile before resorting into that shit thanks to the constant power scaling,) the story just keeps getting more convoluted and nonsensical and let's not talk about the characters.

And as funny as I find all of this, part of me is a bit sad you know? I cannot watch the trailers or the earlier seasons without feeling extremely sad at seeing all this potential turn into this.

Because don't get me wrong, the earlier seasons are not masterpieces or anything, not by a long shot. But there is a charm in the simplicity and over the top battle choreography; even when the story was about some teens fighting monsters on a special school, you could laugh with the characters and get a good time.

Now? I honestly thing, canning the show would be better outcome for this show, because there is no way to wrap up this nicely, and considering how much they are dragging this show even if they got all the seasons they wanted, I doubt it would be better.

One thing I must said, as a positive.

Thank RW//BY Volume 9, for teaching me how to watch shit ironically, that's the best I got.

Also, I like the music, I really hope the composers and singer can go to better places because they deserve better.

No idea if this show is actually canned or not, or if RT would go down (which honestly, I think they need to considering the systematic abuse the workers are facing can only be over with the company gone, because it really doesn't look like anyone is getting better there.) And the show will die from it.

Who knows? Maybe since they are owned by Warner, someone could bring back RWBY and know what to do it.

For now? I can't believe I am saying this, but this story may be better being canned that having an actual ending.

#rwde #leor's rants #you guys don't understand how much it shocks me saying that last part #I love writing and I hate the idea of unfinished stories #but this one? there is no saving

[faggotmox]

ugh i feel terrible

the ocd in full force tonight

#gonna go smoke hella weed to drown it out ig #i hate it #of all the things i hate ocd the most #stupid fucking shit i just cant stop thinking about and it just makes me feel fucking bad #and it means nothing the thing bothering me legit means NOTHING yet I CANNOT stop THINKIN ABOUT IT #abt ranger

[shimmershae]

Some more random thoughts about Episode 4--

Because I couldn’t have my notebook commentary be incomplete at the end of the season just because an episode wasn’t my personal favorite.  

Okay.  I’m still a little surprised that Daryl took off running after that one Reaper dude in the dark.  Like if that had been Carol instead of Maggie getting ambushed, my man would have not hasta la vista’d outta there ‘til heknew she was safe--capable, kickass leader or not.  

Dog is so random about listening lately.  How plot point convenient, lol.  

Daryl throwing his crossbow at the Reaper had me legit LMAO.  

Hmm.  So that was Leah he unknowingly hurled his knife at, hahahaha.  

Disobedient or not?  Dog must be protected at all costs.  

For real, though.  It’s like Dog’s Carl reincarnated now.  Somewhere, Lori feels vindicated about all those times she tried to explain that Carl had a stubborn will and mind of his own.  

The hell good is the Walker guts and blood to the face in this sitch.  I’m just not getting it.  

Dog in his little vest.  I’m still loving it and wondering if it has an actual purpose beyond making us go d’aww.  

Does Lynn Collins resemble Megan Follows to anybody else or is it just me?  Love my Anne-girl.  NO comment on LC.  

Well.  That wasn’t exactly a reunion on par with Daryl’s reunion with Carol in the woods outside Terminus.  One would think the woman Daryl supposedly loves would receive a better, more heartfelt welcome.  OH.  

Leah sure loves to point a shotgun at Daryl’s face, doesn’t she?  Can you feel the love tonight.  No, Elton.  I cannot.  

Dog has a weakness for the ladies.  Whether they have homicidal tendencies or not.  

Daryl’s all “Dog, C’mon.  Let’s get TF outta here.  She’s one crazy bitch.”  Then her even crazier fam converges.  

Eleven years in and I still love TWD’s opening theme.  

Nothing says “I love you” quite like a burlap sack over the head.  

So yeah.  Anybody else detect the same hint of vulnerable uncertainty in Daryl’s voice when he tells Leah “I came back for you” as when he asked Carol “why’d you go?”  Funny how in one instance, everybody’s (well, a certain group) is like omigosh.  I think I ship them.  And the other?  They’re like “aww, his mommy hurt his feelings”?  Anyway.  Nice touch, NR.  I do not, by any stretch of the imagination, believe Daryl ever loved Leah.  But she gave him companionship when he was drowning in hopeless loneliness and he’d lost those closest to him so he convinced himself he cared and she was what and who he deserved.  

“These people are my family.  They never stopped looking for me.  When they found me, I came home.”  Interesting how Leah could give Daryl an ultimatum to sever ties with his family and home and yet when her own family returned?  Different damn story.  

Daryl’s face when he realizes how far down Leah’s priority list he is and the bullet that he dodged.  Well.  Almost.  

Daryl lying for all he’s worth.  His anything for them/us/family moment?  

Apparently, love is a chloroform rag to the face for some.  I mean.  There are kinks and there’s this bullshit.  People actually ship this toxic fuckery?  

Guess waterboarding is Leah’s love language.  You have to wonder how else she’s shown her “affection” in that time jump plot point romance.  

WTF did Maggie do to earn these Looney Tunes’ obsession?  

“Go ahead and kill me if you want.”  Oh, Baby.  Daryl, no.  

Oh look.  Daryl’s locked up in a cage again. How novel.  How original.  How very Season 7 of you, Angela.  

“Understand?  Hear me?  Got it?”  Daryl, honey.  You’re not exactly the best at this whole covert thing, are you?  Thank goodness, Frost picked up what you were throwing down.  

“I’ve never lied to you.”  Just before Daryl proceeds to do exactly that for much of the episode.  Methinks, it’s just one whopper after another with her right there because I’m not convinced Leah knows about Carol.  

Look at Leah showing more genuine emotion over her “dead brother” than her newly returned “lover.”  Something ain’t quite right.  

Leah’s cold, sure.  Not sure if I buy LC as a mercenary though.  

Listen.  Daryl telling Leah he got scared and admitting it was because he didn’t want to let go practically feels like a gimme here.  Who you afraid of letting go, Daryl?  Hmm?  Psst.  Rhymes with Carol.  

Girl, you wouldn’t have worked period but whatever.  

“Tall, skinny guy.  Never shuts up.”  Ofc, that’s Negan, lol.  

LOL at Pope’s line to Leah--”not everything is about you, Leah.”  

Him also asking her “you find what you’re looking for?”  is interesting to me and goes right along with Carol’s subconscious asking her the same question.  The parallels are everywhere with these two.  If they don’t get the chance to meet---

“I never said he loved me.”  At least she realizes that.  

Why does Daryl look like he’s wearing guy liner in that firetrap scene?  Glam rock Daryl.  

“We were the Chosen Ones.”  New season, same song, different verse.  All the diferent shades of cray-cray with this one.  

Overall impression?  Not a bad episode, but not necessarily enthralling either.  At this point, all the different villains we’ve had on this show just feel like they’re passing along a relay baton or something and picking straight up where the last one left off.  

Daryl seems to well and truly know where he belongs now, because he looked like he couldn’t be bothered to rub two fucks together where Leah was concerned.  He just wanted to get the hell outta Dodge.  

The Reapers are all pretty darn attractive.  So at least there’s some nice eye candy to admire while we’re waiting for them to vamoose. 

I just want more Carol this season. Is that too much to ask considering she’s the first billed female character and the second billed character over all?  

Next episode looks to be populated with less newbs so there’s that.  I am ready for a break from all the new people, lol.  I just want to sit with and visit some old friends for a while.  I’m certain I’m not alone.  

Okay.  That is all.  For now, lol.  

I’ll be back sometime tomorrow probably to give my impressions and commentary of Episode 5.  

G’night.  

#The Walking Dead #Caryl #Carol x Daryl #Season 11 #TWD spoilers #things that make me smile and cry #for reasons

[marukrawler]

bakugan battle brawlers liveblogging episode 35 (long post ig)

- suspiciously foggy out today

- for a moment i was like, don’t tell me the person bathing in light and waiting at the top of the stairs is runo but ITS JOE

- this is irrefutable proof u guys they’re endgame

- joe beat the final boss and now he’s going to reunite w his bf

- season 1 is over roll credits

- you don’t say

- i will say tho. . .where is runo

- not me unironically shipping it

- i think she’d rather not see joe and dan making heart eyes at each other but that’s just me

- that’s the last thing i wanna hear

- IT IS

- omg the kids are setting up wyvern and drago

- what is their first meeting going to be like

- DAN PLS

- remember when dan got pissed that drago didn’t like his nickname in ep 3

- good times

- I THOUGHT DRAGO WAS GOING TO BE IRRITATED AT DAN BUT HE SUDDENLY BECAME SO BASHFUL WHEN WYVERN USED HIS REAL NAME THE INTIMACY OF IT ALL

- PLS YOU NEVER ASKED IF HE HAD A NAME PRIOR TO CALLING HIM DRAGO

- but like. . .do other bakugan have names or is drago the only one w the Privilege™

- THEY’RE HAVING COUPLE’S BANTER IN FRONT OF THE KIDS OH NO THEY’RE SO CUTE I LITERALLY CANNOT HANDLE IT

- I MEAN

- MY BOI IS SWEATING

- way to spoil the fcking mood shun

- or not im sure joe has nothing but good news rn

- lmaoo TOLD YOU

- glad he admits it, i don’t think i’d be able to take him hiding the truth the entire episode lol

- oH MY GOD?? chill bruh

- it’s not like drago isn’t ALREADY EVOLVED so he’s on the same playing field as u guys anyway???

- THIS ENTIRE EXCHANGE THO

- tho i will say tho. dan’s trial?? isn’t really that terrible when you consider his friends had to face against their sibling, their past self and their dead mom. so really. beating your friends is the least taxing trial imo.

- omg???

- THE PREDATOR FAM

- PLS YOU CAN ACTUALLY KICK DRAGO’S ASS FOR ONCE, BELIEVE IN URSELF

- TALK UR SHIT GIRL

- i am LOVING this competitiveness, especially between these two

- PLS I HOPE SHE GIVES HIM A RUN FOR HIS MONEY AT LEAST

- oh shit we’re just not even going to bother w other bakugan, its straight up drago vs golem

- efficient!

- i never understood why she wants to be on top of golem during a battle ITS DANGEROUS

- THE FACT THAT ITS A PLOT POINT TOO?????

- unreal

- the fact that we don’t see these two after s1 is a travesty

- is this fr the only way they can create tension in this fight. not bc julie’s strategy is actually a challenge for dan to figure a way out of but bc. . .if he uses an ability, julie’s going to get hit w it too. . .

- should’ve known it was too good to be true 😭

- also how come drago’s getting beat tf up by golem and he has yet to lose

- why isn’t julie the protagonist

- ok i somewhat get it. but that means marucho, shun and runo should also be in the same situation when dan fights them or im calling bs

- or ig it’ll mean that dan was never taking julie all that seriously when it came to brawling which. i personally don’t think is the case.

- i love how drago only moved to avoid golem’s hit at the end when dan finally decided to be serious. like bro. . .you could’ve avoided ALL those hits 😂

- this fight blows, i take it back when i said i liked it being time efficient

- why does dan have a fusion ability card and julie doesn’t?? she legit only had grand impact as her trump card??

- I MEAN

- PLS STOP THIS FIGHT’S ALREADY KILLED ME

- also i refuse to believe dan has the strength to carry julie, you seen this boy’s arms??? twigs

- she’s fr about to finesse this boy and im all for it

- OK I TAKE IT BACK YOU DON’T PLAY DEAD IN FRONT OF A GUY WHO’S ALREADY LOST HIS MOM THIS JOKE IS NOT FUNNY ANYMORE

- im all for this height difference

- even HER arms are thicker than his, there’s no way he could carry her

- can’t believe he’s gonna punt marucho next across the field

- ok bruh u dont gotta put on a show too

- maybe its bc i just watched nv yesterday but the lack of 20+ ability cards being played in a single round makes for seemingly slow paced rounds lmaoo

- i hate how marucho’s fight is already infinitely more interesting than julie’s

- she literally played (1) card and that was it. im so salty

- HOW IS DRAGO FIGHTING BACK AGAINST ANGELO AND PREDATOR WHEN THEY GOT 800Gs COMBINED AND HE ONLY GOT 450??? THIS IS BULLSHIT

- THE BITCH W THE HIGHEST POWER LVL I HOPE??? BUT THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS IN THIS SHOW

- not dan talking about how his fight w marucho is making him excited and pumped and this is the type of battles he’s been looking for, meanwhile he was just concerned about not hurting julie in her fight HSDNSDDFHSD

- IM SO PISSED

- so drago can withstand attacks from 2 bakugan w almost double as much power as him, enough so that water refrain stops working so dan can use his 2 dumb abilities but when drago has a 50G advantage, he can instantly take out his opponents w one attack?

- why aren’t we making wyvern evolve I DON’T CARE FOR DAN AND DRAGO’S JOURNEY ANYMORE

- THIS BITCH IS SCARED

- he saw julie and marucho both lose and said ‘haha not today’

#bakugan #aisha watches bakugan battle brawlers #liveblogging #episode 35

[makeste]

What are your favorite hero names?

oh man there are so many. I had to limit myself to a top twenty, and even that was rough. anyway so first off, a few runner ups because I couldn’t go without mentioning these:

Vlad King - to be clear, this isn’t actually one of my top hero names. but I’m mentioning it here because back when I was first reading the series, one of the fan scanlations -- either Fallen Angels or Mangastream, I forget which -- had originally translated his hero name as Brad King. which, to be frank, would have been one of the greatest hero names of ALL TIME. you can’t imagine my disappointment when I finally learned the truth. it still haunts me to this day.

Jack Mantis - this is Kamakiri (a.k.a. the guy from class 1-B who can grow knives out of his body)’s hero name. my question is, why the Jack. the mantis part, I get! that’s fairly obvious! but the “Jack” is forever a mystery to me. it just adds this little layer of intrigue.

Mr. Brave - this guy is one of the few good things to come from the Basement arc. don’t get me wrong, he is completely useless. but his name? absolutely legendary. this guy, with his power of ripping his own hair out and turning it into a sword (yes that’s his quirk), an ability that could be easily duplicated or bested by literally any jackass who just went out and bought their own damn sword, really thought to himself, “I am going to be the BEST MCFUCKING HERO THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN. I AM GOING TO NAME MYSELF... MISTER BRAVE.” and they let him, you guys. they let him.

anyway so now for the top twenty!

20. Can’t Stop Twinkling - this isn’t a name so much as it is poetry in three words. I still cannot believe that Aoyama went up to Midnight with a hero name that sounds more like the world’s greatest Dear Abby letter, and she actually let him keep it. I’m not 100% clear on how this all works, but I like to think this means that Aoyama’s fellow heroes have an actual legal obligation to call him this in battle. I don’t think we as a fandom and as a people really take enough time out of our lives to stop and be grateful for Aoyama’s existence.

19. Uravity - it’s a pun!! it’s so cute and I love it!! and it’s such a perfect name in that it just instantly sums up and defines her whole brand, bringing to mind both Ochako the person and Zero Gravity the quirk. honestly she is one of only a few kids whose hero name I never space out on. with a lot of the others I usually have to pause for a sec and be like “wait, what was their name again?” but never Ochako.

18. Present Mic - this would make a really great band name honestly. I just like it. I’m pretty sure Horikoshi was going for “present” as in the verb meaning “to perform”, like in “presentation”, but to tell the truth I always pronounce it like “present” as in “gift” or “the present time”, which doesn’t make any sense at all, but IT’S JUST WHAT MY BRAIN DECIDED TO DO. anyway.

17. Tsukuyomi - I know this name has its origins in Japanese mythology, but to be completely honest I’ve always just associated it with Itachi’s infamous genjutsu attack from Naruto. I just think it’s the gothest thing ever and absolutely perfect for Tokoyami lol.

16. All Might - there’s just something about this name that kind of makes me just want to pump my fists and go “YEAH!!” I really like the use of “might” as a noun rather than “mighty” as an adjective like you see in so many classic superhero names. it’s just so much cooler somehow. this name really does conjure up the image of the strongest guy in the universe.

15. Midnight - honestly I’m almost mad that this wound up being a hero name, because it would have made a perfect villain name. it’s dark and mysterious and sexy. it’s no wonder why Midnight chose it lol. anyway so my girl is a bit kinky, nothing wrong with that, and it’s also a perfect name for someone whose quirk puts other people to sleep. it’s just such spot-on branding, I love it.

14. Ingenium - fun fact, I had no idea what this meant when I first came across it because I don’t speak Latin! apparently it means “genius” or “talent.” which is a very good meaning for a hero name! but honestly the real reason I love it so much is because it’s Iida’s tribute to his brother, and I am just such a sucker for that kind of shit. damn you Iida siblings. quit giving me all these feels.

13. Shouto – yes, seriously. I know a lot of people hate this name, and it’s always getting flak for being bland and uncreative. but I honestly think it’s a perfect name for Shouto. firstly because Shouto himself is very much the opposite of flashy in a lot of ways. he’s not particularly animated or attention-seeking; he is a very calm, sort of still-waters-run-deep person, and I think the lack of a snappy brand name fits that personality. I’m even more delighted that it hasn’t remotely curbed his popularity at all (at this point I think the only kid hero with more in-universe fans out there is Momo, and even then it’s probably a close thing), and I think a big part of that is that people are drawn to his unpretentious nature, especially in comparison to a lot of the other heroes out there. but most of all, I like the name because of the simple yet powerful way it serves as a declaration that he is his own person. he’s not his father, and he’s more than just a Todoroki. he is himself; he is Shouto. anyway so yeah, to me this is a fantastic name with so much depth and meaning.

12. Battle Fist - this is Kendou’s hero name AND IT’S PERFECT. like, holy shit. what should we call the girl who goes around punching bad guys around all day with her giant hands. how about BATTLE FIST. there really isn’t much more to say about this one, honestly. its greatness speaks for itself.

11. Vantablack - imagine being such an enormous douchebag that word of your douchey exploits made it all the way over to some guy in Japan who spends 95% of his waking hours writing a manga and has almost no free time. fun fact, although Anish Kapoor is the only one licensed to use the color Vantablack, the name Vantablack is still owned by Surrey NanoSystems (a.k.a. the guys who actually invented it), and so I’m pretty sure they’re the ones who decide whether or not someone else gets to use it. I wonder if Kapoor is pissed about his color being referenced in a popular shounen manga. anyways, all of that speculation aside, it really is the perfect name for someone with Kuroiro’s quirk.

10. Endeavor - look, say what you will about Endeavor the person (although I’m personally a big fan of the way his redemption arc is being done and think he’s a fascinating character, albeit a very flawed one), but there’s no denying that Endeavor is a badass name. but what’s really great about it is how it so perfectly captures the admirable part of Endeavor, the one thing about him that’s actually worth praising. he never gives up. he’s always pushing, striving, struggling forward no matter how hopeless it seems. and that’s a worthy trait, and it says something about him that this is what he chose for his hero name. a name that has nothing to do with fire, nothing to do with his quirk, nothing even to do with his goal of becoming #1. it’s simply a name that means to make an effort; to try and achieve something. and I like that.

9. Sugarman - this IMO is easily the most overlooked and severely underrated hero name in the series. it’s a hidden gem. everyone always forgets about Satou just because his power of being a Strong Punching Guy doesn’t particularly stand out in a manga chock full of strong punching guys. but he is a badass and a great character, and honestly “eating candy makes me super strong” is possibly the single greatest quirk in the history of time and I am jealous. anyway, so this is a really straightforward name, but it’s really smooth and catchy somehow and so it’s one of my favorites.

8. Gale Force - this is Inasa’s hero name! it’s another one which is criminally underrated, much like Inasa himself. airbender powers are just so badass you guys. wind is so badass. this name is all hurricaney and tempesty and super cool and powerful-sounding. this is one of those names that I’m honestly surprised wasn’t already a mainstream superhero name. Marvel was all “nah, we’ll just go with ‘Storm’”, like come on you guys where is the creativity.

7. Red Riot - this name is a fucking grand slam. it’s alliterative! it’s catchy! it’s got the word “riot” in it! it’s an absolutely perfect name for a passionate guy whose quirk lends itself towards good old fashioned brawlin’ and head bashing. the fact that it’s got additional meaning as a tribute towards Kiri’s own personal hero is just the icing on the cake. this is another name that Marvel probably legit wishes they had thought of first. it’s easily the best hero name out of everyone in class 1-A imo.

6. Sir Nighteye - hilariously for the longest time it was not confirmed whether or not Nighteye actually had a real name (he does! but I’ve forgotten it lol), and so there was this lingering question, absurd as it was, of whether or not Nighteye’s parents, whoever they are, were descendants of some proud Nighteye clan, and whether they had really, actually named their child “Sir.” anyways though, I love this name. it’s super cool and mysterious and perfect for someone with future-seeing powers, and the “Sir” just makes even awesomer because it implies that the Queen really liked him or something.

5. Mt. Lady - this name is a stroke of genius. supersize-me powers are a dime a dozen, but the characters always have names like Giant Man or Giganta or Goliath. as far as I know, no other superhero characters have ever thought to name themselves after mountains, let alone to name themselves as if they WERE a mountain. like, she isn’t “mountain lady”; she’s “MOUNT Lady”, as if she were an actual tectonic peak. it really bothers me that I can’t adequately describe in words why I love this so much. I just do!! I think she should get an award.

4. Suneater - Tamaki is out here proving to everyone that your hero name doesn’t need to have jack shit fuckall to do with your actual quirk in order to be completely badass and iconic. sometimes I wonder what Tamaki does when people ask him “out of curiosity, why did you pick that name?”, which someone surely must have done at some point. he probably turns beet red and tries to dissolve into the background. but anyway, the general public does not need to know the meaning of his hero name in order for it to have meaning; we know what the meaning is, and that it’s his way of saying “I believe in myself because my friend believes in me”, and honestly that’s all that matters. I am still of the opinion that certain other people whose childhood friends held a lot of unwavering belief in and admiration towards them could do worse than going down this same hero name route, but we will see! anyways Suneater deserves all your respect.

3. Best Jeanist - I had so much love for this name from the start, and then I found out it was a real, actual award. for people who make good jeans, or are good at wearing jeans, or something. it’s run by the Japan Jeans Council, which is also a real and actual thing. but anyway, despite it not being as wholly original of a name as I thought, it’s still iconic, and I love that he went with something that was recognizable while still fitting his quirk, and which has the added implication that he is the motherfucking best, because he is. also, given that he probably chose this name while he was still in school, and that only public figures generally seem to be eligible for the award, this implies that he chose the name Best Jeanist first, and then went on to win the actual award eight years running. presumably because the JJC got very flustered and were all, “IT’S LITERALLY HIS NAME... WE HAVE TO GIVE IT TO HIM... WE HAVE TO”, and so they did. anyway so that was a goddamn power move on his part.

2. Gang Orca - first of all, if you are an orca man, then naming yourself after orcas is a pretty apt thing to do and I have to respect that. but then along comes the “gang” part, out of absolutely NOWHERE, and it absolutely SMASHES. like, this name comes up to you and it slaps you in the face. GANG ORCA. HE’S A BIG AGGRESSIVE DOLPHIN MAN AND HE’S NOT HERE TO FUCK AROUND. IS HE ACTUALLY IN A GANG?? WE DON’T KNOW. BUT HERE HE IS, READY TO YEET YOUR DELINQUENTS AND HUNT YOUR MOTHERFUCKING SEALS. this name fucks so hard it came within inches of the number one spot. he is a ruffian and a champ.

1. Eraserhead - last but not least, the guy who DIDN’T EVEN PICK HIS OWN NAME. his best friend had to do it for him, and out of love, came up with the SINGLE BEST HERO ALIAS IN THE HISTORY OF MANKIND. first of all, this name sounds like a very funky and electronicy Thom Yorke song. second, it conjures up the image of a man with a big no. 2 pencil head, which could not possibly be further from the truth. it’s just so whiplashy in the best way possible. third, the very existence of this name is seriously a goddamn miracle. he could have been “Power-Stopping Man.” or “Sleeping Bag Man.” or “Scruffy Hero: Tired Man.” or just “Shouta”, but unlike Shouto there wouldn’t have been any actual meaning to it; it would have simply been a case of him not giving the slightest of fucks about coming up with a real name. but rather than any of these, thanks to the power of friendship we were blessed with the greatest hero name in recorded memory. this is one of the few kindnesses fate has ever bestowed upon Aizawa Shouta in his tragic, exhausting life, and I for one am eternally grateful.

anyway so that’s my list! sorry if I left out anyone’s favorites! but I think all of these are deserving of love. also if you want to see the single best thing Japan has ever come up with, please go visit best-jeans.com. they even have an instagram lulz.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha meta #bnha top ten #bnha rankings #aizawa shouta #gang orca #best jeanist #amajiki tamaki #mt. lady #lots of other people #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #asks #anon asks #lol you guys I had two 'what are your favorite...' asks and wrote this one up first #and then went and posted it under THE WRONG ASK lmao #so I had to go and delete it #I'm so sorry to the person who asked me about favorite quirks #I did screencap the ask and I will do that one next

[springday-aus]

Rich Kid!AU with Suho [Junmyeon]

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Group: EXO 

Member: Suho / Kim Junmyeon

Genre: romance + lowkey reality check 

Type: Bulletpoint AU 

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Suho has a black card and what else was I to do with this information? 

yes, I am making Junmyeon into one of those rich ass fuckboys

you know the ones I'm talking about

the ones that have an endless amount of cars

(and prob names them)

the ones who you can literally tell has not worked a day in his life

despite having so much money, he's dressed like a hobo

but it's like the branded shit

like Supreme or Gucci or Chanel

(and whatever else is trendy)

so it’s “fancy”

unless he's gotta go to like a charity event that isn't really for charity

then he's like in a suit

hm.... when he gets dressed up

he gets dressed up

anyways

let's start from the beginning

he inherited his money from his parents, who inherited it from their parents, who inherited it from their parents.. and so on and so forth

so the Kims have like a shitload of money

like

LOADS

like "I can swim in my own money" loads

except he tried it once when he was a kid

lots of paper cuts

also the gold coin thing

wow did that hurt

it was not a fun day for rich kiddo Suho

and this is very stable money, i.e. old money

so you can only imagine the amount of people who are practically kissing their asses to get partnerships and whatever else rich people want

oh my god, when his mother was supposed to get married—it was chaos, literally every man was throwing themselves at her feet

tsk, tsk, tsk—it was just sad

don't get mixed up, their parents are happy together

or at least they seem like it

lowkey it was an arranged marriage and, like all rich people, his parents like to call it a "partnership" more than a “marriage”

anyways back to Suho

if he's being honest about this whole thing, he doesn't know if he really wants to (or is going to) inherit the family business

he’s not even an official heir 

he has an older brother and Suho has watched enough dramas to know that the older ones are most likely to inherit the family business 

so what is he supposed to do? 

sure, they've been showing him what he's supposed to do

but does he actually know what he's doing?

or if he wants to do it?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

he's been living the same life he's been living since he was born

wake up, eat, shop, go home, sleep

yo, speaking of which

he legit cannot stop buying anything—he sees it, he wants it, he buys it

you know those ugly ass Gucci slippers

yeah, he got those

he bought two of them because they came in two colors

he wore them each like once and then it was never seen again

granted, he was shopping with Taehyung, one of his company managers who Suho had taken underneath his wing

Tae literally encourages people to buying stuff they don't really need

but like

he can afford lots of impulse buys

it's not like he's doing anything else

okay, that's a lie

he's also working at the office, but does it really feel like he's doing anything?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

anyways, let's get back to his horrible shopping habits

this is very important because this is how you come into the picture

he was out one day with Sehun, walking around one of the major shopping centers

just as they were leaving

there was a protest outside one of the department stores

the CEO had like 50+ charges of sexual assault and he was just let off

and wow

these people were angry

so where do you come in?

you….. you were in the front….

with a loudspeaker….

saying some things that…. no one should be saying with children present….

anyways

you were one of the people who’ve organized the event

because this asswipe was still working and got off with a warning from all of these assault charges????

you were not going to let this go

hence why you’re in the front, with your loudspeaker—spitting facts and roasting this man in front of his business

yeah, y’all were a bit of a smallish crowd

(a group of about thirty people)

but anyways

Suho saw you and

wow

his interest has been piqued

you were cute—yelling into your loudspeaker and your fist in the air

you have so much passion

Sehun has obviously noticed Suho had been staring at you for quite some time 

it’s hard not to notice

just as Sehun was just going to push Suho in the order direction, that shitty CEO steps out

and……. in front of you……

you remained calm, letting his douche canoe spit as he rambles on about how these women were all over-reacting and that you were an idiot for spending your free time here and that you were nothing more than a liberal snowflake

at this point, people were all recording on their phones but this man clearly didn’t care and just went ham on you

and as he pauses to breath, you take your chance: “I’m the snowflake and yet you’re the one who needs to chill”

you see the anger just explode in his eyes and, as he continues to yell, he raises an arm

just as he was about to swing at you, Suho steps in

right between you and the CEO, blocking you and grabbing his arm

Suho: “and what is it that you think you’re doing?”

CEO: “let go of me”

Suho: “and let you hit this stranger? aren’t you just embarrassing yourself even more?”

for the first time, you can see him flush with embarrassment as he realizes the eyes and the cameras that are on him

but then he snarls at Suho: “who the hell do you think you are?”

Suho smiles, but it’s as fake as this man: “I’m heir to the Kim business, I could make you disappear in two phone calls, would you like me to show you?”

he freezes, before yanking his arm out of Suho’s hand and walking off

muttering something about millennials

he finally turns to you, as the crowd starts to disperse

Suho: “are you okay?”

You: “I could have handled myself, pretty boy”

Suho: “you think I’m pretty?”

**cue Sehun facepalming on the sidelines**

you sigh, tired from him already: “I can’t deal with this right now, that asshole is still out there and I’m not resting until he’s resigned”

you turn away, not even bothering to listen to his response and immediately head off

Sehun: “you really managed to blow that opportunity”

Suho: “shut up and drink your milk tea”

later that day, he may or not have used some of his family’s money for something other than meaningless shit

he was looking you up—you’ve done a lot of things and you have so many achievements

as well as enemies

yikes

he’s seen a lot of these people at the Kim’s charity auctions

and at business meetings

and the parties his family throws at their party mansion

oof—this is not looking good for him or these people

so what else does he do?

he does a bit more digging on you

is it creepy? yes

should he be doing this? probably not

so what does he find?

your fb, instagram, twitter—all the social media you’ve got

this is what happens when you have a lot of free time and you’re rich 

he’s not really sure these accounts are your personal accounts though

there are pictures of you and the causes you’re involved with

but they’re not about you

he will admit that he’s very impressed with all of the things you’ve done

you’ve managed to make some major changes

environmentally, socially, and lawfully

(local laws ofc)

it wasn’t done without a lot of damages and enemies

but (from what he’s seen) you’re tough

next week, you’re leading another protest against a makeup company because of their false claims of being cruelty free

and their microplastic beads that’s polluting the ocean

and the high water demand due to the large amount being used in their products

jesus you have retweeted so many scholarly articles

and they’re like 40 pages long

Suho doesn’t think he’s read this much since college

(well his family paid their son’s way through, but you get what I mean)

he makes a note to shop there on the way sometime next week

just do he can see you again

the next week passes, more slowly than Suho had thought

as it comes, he goes ham on his shopping trips—he’s going to ALL the makeup department stores

never really buying anymore because he’s too busy on the lookout for you

he says it’s a “business trip”

(ignoring Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Jongdae + Sehun’s side eyes)

these people are really kissing up to his asses

literally getting up to his face and trying so many products on his faces

it’s like the spongebob episode when all those perfume people are spraying shit in his face 

yeah... imagine that 

his vision is getting blocked and his face is getting caked with every passing hour he spends

just as he was about to give up

the days roll around 

and he finally spots you outside the shopping center with your loudspeaker and protest signs

you’re in a group circle, talking with some other people 

who Suho is going to assume are other organizers

he manages to kind of sneak over as y’all are discussing 

you were discussing the main points and what the game plan was

Suho was just…. there…. 

you didn’t even know until everyone was dispersed to their positions

Suho: “so what can I do?” 

your eyes narrow at him: “pretty boy?” 

he smiles, so stupidly bright: “yeah” 

you eye him up and down: “are you lost? don’t you have a department store to get to?” 

Suho: “this is a department store” 

You: jesus christ 

You: “okay, in case there was another misunderstanding on my abilities, I can handle this” 

Suho: “I understand, I just want to help” :) 

you nearly growl at him, what an idiot 

you don’t realize you’ve been staring at him for a while, until a friend of yours steps up next to you and give you a little nudge 

your friend whispers to you: “he’s a Kim, his involvement would mean more exposure” 

you let out a deep sigh and shoo her away to deal with the stragglers who’ve just joined 

You: “do you know why we’re here?” 

Suho: “false claims of the makeup being cruelty free?” :)

You: “lucky guess” 

You: “okay fine, we’re gonna be here for a couple of hours—he’s arriving soon and then he’ll leave, just as he always does and we’ll have to rally in case he gets aggressive”

Suho: “okay, got it” 

he gives another smile and is so compliant, you figure he’ll be here for a bit and then leave 

but, to your shock, he’s there the whole you’ve been there

which is like two hours longer than the others were supposed to be there 

and even after the whole thing, he asks you what else is coming up 

with another push from your friend, you reluctantly share the information with him from your organization’s website and facebook group and all this other stuff

but let’s be real, Suho already knew some of this stuff due to all of his internet stalking

it doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate you sharing the information tho 

anyways 

he comes to the next one—just as you told him from last time 

and the other one

and another one

eventually, he just makes it part of his schedule to come and help out

at first, you didn’t really think he would show up

and when he does, you asked why

Suho: “I have a lot of free time”

somehow you don’t doubt that

the more he’s been coming, the more interested you were

not in the sense that “oh he’s so attractive for fighting for these causes alongside with me” interested

it’s more of the “what does this sneaky motherfucker want” interested

so you do some digging and it only confuses you more

shouldn’t be fighting his brother for that heir position for the Kim Incorporation?

why is he so interested in being part of this fight that involves… well, him?

isn’t he worried we’ll start attacking the Kims?

a lot of the other organization members notice it as well

because I mean, have you seen him?

(he is very attractive)

but also because this big name hot shot is at these small group protests, when he should be in a meeting or something

it doesn’t mean his efforts aren’t appreciated

he always gets the group things like food and supplies for strikes that last for longer than usual

for instance, you and your organization went to join teachers who were striking for a better contract with the school district

Suho came running with more posters, loudspeakers, shakers, coffee, sandwiches

the district teachers absolutely adored him—they even took pictures with him 

but, you will admit that it’s nice to talk to him, despite the differences in social class 

he likes talking to you too 

(maybe more than he likes to admit) 

it’s just 

you have this fire in your eyes 

the passion in your voice is clear 

and you know what you want and you go for it, without any mercy for anyone who gets in your way 

but you have that sensitivity and awareness and drive to help others that’s the whole point of you even being here 

he wishes he had that

but, these last few weeks

he actually feels good to help you out

whether it’s running for supplies or providing donations for causes you’ve told him about  

he feels purposeful

he feels good that he can help all these people and that his time is actually useful

and now, your organization is getting more exposure, which is nice

…. until the media gets involved and starts to paste Suho’s face on it

and that’s when you realize what he’s been doing

the Kim family had been using this whole thing as a reputation tactic

you feel stupid letting him into this

what you wanted to do was make a change for those who couldn’t advocate for themselves

and now all your hard work is being passed in the hands of some rich guy with way too much time on his hands

so, you did what you did best: dig some dirt on some filthy rich people

turns out there was a previous scandal with the family

they underpaid their staff

lots of people were getting low/little income and they were at a disadvantage because they were in a position where they couldn’t quit

when word got out, they said they would raise the wages

but some people say that these people didn’t

so you’re gonna find out—you snuck around their estate, talking to the staffers about the incident

most were unwilling to talk, but there were a couple of people who shared with you

they talked about they had medical bills, student debt, disabled family members, etc.

they had to work here and have to continue

apparently it was said that they would receive raises, but it isn’t livable—they only had 10 cent raises, but only after working for 5 years at a time

office workers obviously were higher up, but the servant staffers at the estate were taken advantage of

even after it was exposed, they didn’t really do anything about it

while you spent a couple of weeks snooping around

Suho had been at home

his parents were clearly upset because he’d been spending too much with the lower class

Mrs. Kim: “it’s good for our reputation, but you can’t keep spending your time with them”

Mr. Kim: “why can’t you be more like Dongkyu and spend more time in the office”

Suho: “I’m not even inheriting the company, why bother working?”

Mr. Kim: “of course you’ll inherit the company, alongside with your brother—it’ll be an even split”

Suho: “what if… what if I don’t want to inherit the company?”

Mrs. Kim: “what else are you going to do, if not a businessman?”

he doesn’t know why, but your face flashes in his head at that moment

in fact, you might get along with him better if he lost the inheritance

he wouldn’t be able to donate anymore

or get any supplies

maybe his support would be enough

the only question is to whether or not his family would cut him off

so, he speaks the truth

Suho: “I… I don’t know”

it’s been a couple of weeks since he’s seen you, so when he comes to the next meeting…

he was a bit excited

but when he comes

that fire is in your eyes once again…  but it’s towards him

Suho: “hey” :)

You: “so when were you going to tell me that you’re an absolute douche-bag”

Suho: “what?”

You: “your face is all over our hard work and now you get all the credit?”

You: “not to mention, you don’t say shit about all these people who you work with”

You: “also your family is garbage—really? underpaying the staff and lying about it?”

he’s…... speechless

on one hand, you’re right

and on the other…. you’re right

what is he really doing here?

is he actually making a difference?

you, on the other hand, you’re….

you’re amazing

you have been able to draw attention to all these issues

and you’ve been able to make these changes

you might not be filthy rich, but it doesn’t mean you don’t have any influence

Suho can’t really say anything other than…

Suho: “I’m sorry”

You: “you think that’s enough?”

Suho: “no, it’s not enough, I just don’t know what else I can say”

to be fair, you should be really pissed—you are pissed

but he looks so dejected

you remembered talking to him about his family ties and their family history… is not pretty

so you soften up a bit

just a bit

but only because it’s him

the one who always comes with a smile on his face

the one who comes with more than enough supplies because he wants to make sure everyone is comfortable

the one who hangs around you because he knows how tired you are

the one who stays and listens to you rambling for hours about a million different social issues

you put a hand on his shoulder

You: “you don’t always have to say it, sometimes it’s a matter of doing”

thanks to you, he decided to do something

for another couple of weeks he doesn’t see you

but you?

you def saw him

on the news

he got busy

he went on his usual schedule (like his parents wanted)

but this time

he wasn’t quiet about it

I’m talking about pointing out the environmental drawbacks of these products

calling out the people during the “charity” events

cutting of trade with those who don’t give fair wages

he’s even actually been trying to actually raise those wages for the servants in the Kim house 

(of course with the request of your help)

and wow

the news are just having a field day and eating it up

so that ultimately means his parents are seeing all of this

and what happens?

he gets cut off

he’s no longer inheriting the Kim fortune

Dongkyu is getting everything and he gets nothing 

but with your help, he’s a successful business consultant

turns out that business degree did do some good

he helps develop local businesses and the money he makes

not only goes to good causes

but also to help promote your organization

with the rightful faces on it

as for you two?

let’s just say, you’re a lot closer than before

seeing his drive to help others

the effort he makes to recover from his blissful ignorance

you’ve grown a soft spot for him

as for Suho

he’s glad he has you

you’ve made him a better person

made him realize all the different things he can do

you two working together + practically dating?

the organization members are eating it up

(and you’re pretty sure they were betting but no one would say anything to your face)

anyways

dating a former rich kid! Suho is a lot more fun than you would have thought before

lots of dates are at your (or his) apartment

mainly yours because he’s got a studio and has a roommate

(he is broke)

anyways

you spend a lot of time working on building cases against companies

it’s mainly work bc humanity is evil

but when y’all aren’t working

it’s cuddle timeeeee

you would put shows on, but y’all aren’t watching

you spend a lot of time in his arms

or him in yours

(he likes being a little spoon and isn’t afraid to admit it)

and, as his official partner, you are always supported by him

Suho: “WOO-HOO YOU GOT THIS ANGEL”

You: “omg it’s flipping an egg, I’m not receiving a medal”

it’s cute tho

and ofc you got his back

when he was kicked out of the house, you straight up wreaked havoc

all those people were spreading rumors, you shut that shit down

when he kicked out with nothing more than a duffle of clothes, you became his safe haven

you helped him get back on his feet 

found what he really wanted to do

and he was able to find someone really special

you ♡ 

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[syekick-powers]

rambling about emotions and self-control

i think one of the things that pisses me off the most when family members criticize me is when they say that i’m “bad at controlling my emotions”. first of all, I have ADHD and bipolar simultaneously, my emotions are a hundred times fucking stronger than yours. secondly, i am actually excellent at controlling my emotions. i am the kind of person where if i am having a panic attack, you might not have any fucking clue that i’m even having anxiety unless i state directly that im having a panic attack. ive had PAs so bad where i legit thought i was about to die and not a single shred of that world-ending panic touched my external affect for a second. part of my fucking trauma revolves around having to hide my distress to avoid freaking out other people, which means that i learned to develop a diamond fucking grip on my external signs of distress. it’s deeply maladaptive in some situations, but in other situations it’s equally as useful. and yet because i am very animated and exaggerated in my persona, people assume that i just let my emotions fountain everywhere uncontrollably and that i’m just a waterfall of feelings.

incorrect. every bit of exaggeration in my affect is deliberate. i am not acting like a clown because i can’t control myself, i am purposefully choosing to exaggerate to convey my feelings more effectively. if i don’t want you to know what i’m feeling, you will never ever ever find out. there are some people i interact with on a regular basis whomst i fucking loathe deeply, and yet any time i interact with them i am completely personable and friendly. when im streaming video games on a high difficulty and get frustrated from having to do the same part over and over and over again, i never get tilted on stream. i dont yell or rage, and in fact the more frustrated i become the more blank and expressionless my affect turns. when i was playing dead space 2 on zealot difficulty on stream recently, all of my viewers were complimenting the fact that i spent at least two collective hours on trying to beat the final boss and yet still did not get visibly upset or pissed off once.

yes, my emotions are strong. i have two separate disorders that both have “emotional dysregulation” as some of their biggest negative side effects. my bad moods feel like a fucking firestorm most of the time and strong emotions are very difficult to handle and control. sometimes, my emotions get the better of me and i snap or get irritable. but the only time i’m irritable is when i feel physically and emotionally like utter dogshit and the bad mood impacts my ability to hold back my emotions. the truth is that in my day to day life there are dozens of fucking things that irritate the living hell out of me and i choose to discard my frustration rather than stay mad about something trivial--either that, or i feel the frustration intensely, but bite it back and don’t say anything because i’m not in the mood to pick a fight. if i’m being pissy with you, it’s because i’m completely fuck-out of all mental and physical energy that i would otherwise use to hold back my irritation. there is nothing left to burn. there aren’t even fumes in the tank. this bitch empty, so prepare for the yeet.

the problem that i run into with my family members is that this internal struggle to contain my emotions is completely invisible to any external viewers. they’re not me, of course they can’t see what’s going on in my head. what makes that an issue is that they don’t see the twenty fucking times i got irritated and managed to control my temper through the frustration, they only see the five or so times i lose control. my efforts are invisible to everyone around me, so when i finally do get fed up and make a snippy comment or complain, it seems like i just let my emotions get the better of me all the time.

to be fuckening honest, if the people who criticized me lived one fucking day in my shoes, the extremity of my emotions would exhaust them within hours. the thing is, i’m 25 fucking years old, which means i’ve lived with this shit for over two fucking decades. i have learned to control myself to an extent, and, being honest with yall? it fucking exhausts the living shit out of me all the goddamn time. it’s like my brain expends all my mental fuel reserves on overclocking my emotions as hard as possible while leaving no fuel left over for activities in the day that i actually need to do. it’s part of the reason i’m so fuckdamn tired all the fuckdamn time. but i’m not bad at controlling my emotions when i actually have the energy to do so. in fact, i’m so good at suppressing them that half the time, people don’t know i’m upset at all. to a certain extent, i’ve gotten used to how extreme my emotions are, and have started learning to predict what sets me off so i can make an effort to avoid the negative stimulus and save myself the frustration. i’m just really fucking tired of people accusing me of not controlling my emotions well enough when god fucking damnit you have no idea how hard i’m actually fucking trying!!! it feels like i’ve gotten so good at hiding my distress in my day-to-day life that now people have no fucking idea how shitty i actually feel until they poke me one too many times and i fucking bite their finger off, and then assume that i just randomly blew up on them with no reason or justification. that i’m just behaving like this to spite them personally.

i promise you im not fucking behaving randomly. in fact, my frustration triggers are actually pretty fucking consistent. the same bullshit behaviors will always piss me off; what changes on a day-to-day basis is how well i control the extremity of my reaction. if i’m having a good day, i have enough fuel stores to go “meh, whatever” and brush it off without being too bothered for very long. if i feel like shit, my ability to control my response is hampered and it becomes much harder to bite back a snippy comment. i’m not lashing out to be malicious or spiteful. i’m lashing out because you’ve been doing this shit every day for the past two fucking weeks and today i’m just too tired to deal with this fucking bullshit anymore. my reaction is not a sudden unprovoked blowing up of a bomb. it’s “you poked the caged animal one too many times and now it’s going to fucking bite you to make you stop because it has no other way to express its frustration”.

i try to be clear and concise with my boundaries, and frankly i don’t think they’re all that unreasonable. i like to be able to decide when and how i do a task on my own time rather than being pushed and pulled and jabbed and pressured every step of the way. i like to be able to have my own space where people have to get my permission before entering suddenly so that i feel like i have a safe place to hide when i’m overstimulated. i like to decide when and where i want to engage in socialization, and for how long. i like being able to decide when i’m ready to do a task, rather than having a task suddenly shoved on me with no warning or being pressured to do it before i’m ready. i do not like being gifted objects i did not request (and often actively requested not to get) and then being expected to be grateful for something i didnt even want in the first place. i don’t like gifts coming with invisible price tags and obligations that can change whenever the gifter decides they want more out of me. and i absolutely cannot. fucking. stand. passive aggression. all of these things do not really seem all that unreasonable to me, yet time and time again people treat me like i’m just asking for so much more than they can possibly give. and you know what? 75% of the fucking time when someone crosses one of these boundaries all i do is Make A Note Of It and go along with the boundary violator’s wishes anyway, because i actively decided that making a big deal out of them crossing my boundaries is not worth the effort of asking them to change their behavior, because throughout my entire fucking life i’ve been constantly treated as the irrational, unrealistic, crazy bitch for trying to set those boundaries. i’ve been taught time and time and fucking time again that defining my boundaries is too much to fucking ask. so when someone does violate my boundaries, there’s a little “Sye will remember that“ popup and absolutely zero expression or reaction. which means that yes. when i finally get tired and can’t bite back my frustration any longer, it’s because you’ve done the exact same thing to me two hundred fucking times previous and i don’t have the fucking patience to suck it up and deal with it anymore. im done with your shit.

so yeah. i’m a little bit fucking sick of people telling me that i have poor self-control. the fact that you think i have no self-control is an indicator of how good it actually is, because i’m so fucking good at hiding my distress that you don’t even have any idea how absolutely like a fetid mound of horse shit i feel like until my fuse finally burns all the way up. i can contain a 10-out-of-10 ‘i’m imminently about to die’ panic attack so well that not a scrap of that panic shows up in my external affect for even a second. i can suppress my pain on stream when it’s at a 7 out of 10 intensity or higher and be fucking on stream playing video games and commentating and show almost no sign of discomfort except for an intense concentrating face. don’t you fucking ever tell me that i’m bad at controlling myself. i’m a goddamn adult. i’ve learned how to control 90% of my fucking emotions so well that i could be holding a conversation with you imagining myself breaking your fucking nose and show absolutely zero sign of external hostility. i am good at controlling my fucking emotions. the problem is that my emotions are so world-endingly, apocalyptically intense that sometimes i just get too fucking tired to hold back, and then that’s when i bite. i’ m not just lashing out randomly with no provocation. i’ve been tread on a million fucking times and took it with a smile and you had no fucking idea. just because i bit you doesn’t mean i did it because i have no self-control. self-control? self-control???? don’t you fucking talk to me about self-control you headass bitch. i have a fucking supernova coming out of my brain and you’re telling me im weak for not being able to bite it back when your emotions have about as much intensity as a bowl of lukewarm porridge. don’t ever fucking criticize me for not being able to control myself when you’re playing life on easy mode and i’ve been stuck on expert all my fucking life. self-control. don’t you fucking talk to me about self-control ever again. you have no idea what the fuck you’re even talking about. fuck off.

#sye's babbles #sorry this is a fucking essay but i needed to get some shit off my chest

[catboyfeli]

It's funny, these ppl on social media and in lying furious call us toxic, racist, phobic, sexist, etc yet this whole month and most of May I see them outing themselves as what the accuse us of, but still proclaim "certain ppl can't be racist only whites" "men this and that" "systematic racism is the only racism" (Apparently, some leftist got the dictionary to change the definition racism to fit their narrative 😡) All this is going to backfire eventually. The damn racist and white guilt ppl 🤦

oh yeah i totally get it. i hate when ppl try to use excuses like that bc?? ok thats not the case but even if it was, being prejudice isn’t ok?? ur literally outing urself as a dick but apparently its ok if it’s “technically” not racist. thats like me telling ppl w depression to stop whining bc i have it worse. it’s a dick move and never justified.

and just general stuff like that. the misandry esp bothers me since males genuinely do face a fuck ton of sexism for being male, or just amab in general, bc sexism is based more on conforming to gender roles than actual gender or sex these days, esp for men. like i’ve said before, men who weren’t manly? treated just as bad as women in the past tbh.

on the race topic, i know i as a non-poc cannot fully comprehend the racism poc do face, but racism towards white ppl is still a thing lol, it’s just not going to be on a systematic level. my dad grew up going to an all black school and was bullied and beat up for being white, which is--get this, racism. i am privileged for being white, but that doesnt mean i deserve to be punished? like wtf?? why is it sjws are more willing to punish white people than actually help black people and other racial minorities??? why cant they go donate to charity or help improve black communities instead of yelling at white ppl (or poc with the ‘wrong opinions’) online? all ur doing is making ppl angry and silencing them out of fear, which isn’t ok, and no, don’t even start with the “revenge” bullshit.

non-minorities also shouldn’t be afraid to have opinions w/out being hunted for being offensive or whatever. people legit cannot change their beliefs without first understanding why they’re wrong, and if they’re too afraid of backlash to share their beliefs, of fucking course they’re not going to be able to change their beliefs. and you literally can disagree w people and not be racist or whatever. i’m so tired of such buzzwords being thrown around. they’ve completely lost their meaning. instead of these words being serious accusations, they’re nothing but mindless insults to people you dont like.

i wish the loud minorities would just stfu and leave us all alone. like when it comes to nonbinary people? i feel most ppl dont rly care about us, and would be more supportive if it wasnt for ppl on tumblr yelling abt how gross cis people are and all that like dude. Chill. i don’t think ppl would care much about obscure/mogai labels if it weren’t for the toxic ppl who often use them.

anyway idk why equality is such a radical concept to people. how about we support minorities without harassing non-minorities simply for existing? thanks to all this shit, ppl are more racist and homophobic and stuff than ever. a good example is my mom, who ignores black oppression bc she genuinely thinks it’s all propaganda. five years ago she wouldn’t have thought this. the stupid media and gross, loud minority has made her closed minded and bigoted.

even just posting this makes me wary bc i just know someone is gonna find a way to make this problematic. they always do lol. but i dont hate cis ppl for being cis or neurotypical ppl for being neurotypical. innocent individuals shouldnt be at fault or be expected to hold the weight of the world on their shoulders.

[rebelminxy]

Forbidden Fruit

Pairing: Priest!Sam x Reader

Word Count: 4935

Square Filled: Canning

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Explicit Content, Explicit Language, NSFW, 18+, Canning, Double Penetration,

A/N: This is my fifteenth square filled for the @spnkinkbingo! Getting so close to finishing my card! The aesthetic was made by none other than my darling @idreamofplaid she has the best aesthetics that I have come across and will be using more of her stuff with my fics because legit they give me motivations and ideas to write. Thank you sweetie for letting me use them and of course will give credit where credit is surely due :)

MASTERLIST

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 “Please Pastor Samuel, you have to help me with my daughter!”

              Sam groaned internally, recognizing that voice before looking up. It was the fourth time this week (Y/N)’s mother had come to his office asking him to ‘save’ her daughter. He looked up at her with a smile, wondering what she was coming in for this time.

“What is the problem now, sister?”

“I believe my daughter has someone taking her down the devil’s path, no, I know for sure someone is.”

“And what makes you think that?”

              She extended her hand out which held a black plastic bag. Sam took it from her and before he could open it, she spoke again.

“I know what those things involve, I can Google. I am telling you, some boy must be trying to sacrifice her to the devil!”

              Sam continued to open the bag as she ranted on how her daughter had changed so much ever since she started university. His eyes went wide when he saw what was inside the bag. Two dildo’s, various vibrators, a long chain that had a leather collar at the end which had the word ‘BITCH’ across the front in metal, some paper clamps and a used candle.

“You see! Devil items! Why would she need a collar, as if she were a dog? And recently she has had some purple markings along her neck, does nothing to hide them! When I asked her to show me the rest of her body she threw a fit and hid in her room until I stopped bothering her!”

“How did you get a hold of these things, Mrs. (Y/L)?”

“Well,” she hesitated. “She is packing up for her move, and I went through her boxes to make sure everything was packed.”

“So, you went through her things without permission?” Sam asked as he gave her ‘Are you kidding me’ look.

“I am her mother, and as long as she lives under my roof, I can do what I please with her things.”

“Yes, but she is also a grown woman moving up and on through her life.”

“I don’t want my daughter selling her soul to the devil! Bondage and pain, that is all devil’s playthings!”

              Sam sighed as she went on a rant about her daughter’s change. About how she probably met devil worshippers at school and has been listening to the devil’s music.

“Pastor Samuel, all I am asking is that you talk to her. You have known her since she was a little girl and she would always turn to you for trust. Please, I am begging you to save her soul!”

              Sam sighed, knowing that whatever he said to (Y/N) wouldn’t make her change, but he had to give in for the sake of this woman.

“Ok, come over by my place with her and your husband and we will have a small talk. I cannot save her unless she wishes to be saved by God Himself. Only she can find salvation, you understand?”

“Yes, but thank you, Pastor Samuel. I feel once you have a conversation with her, she will change by the grace of God Himself. Oh, and is it possible for you to burn those items? I don’t want to bring them back home.”

==============

              It was 7p.m. when Sam heard the knock on his front door. He was expecting the (Y/L) family to arrive, so he had some water boiling for tea. He walked towards the front door and opened it, smiling to welcome the family into his quaint home. (Y/N)’s parents walked in, thanking him before (Y/N) made her way past him. Sam’s eyes raked over her as she walked past him, not even saying hello.

              She wore a black corset decorated with red flowers that pushed her breasts up, and a leather jacket to cover her from the chilly evening. She wore a pair of tight black pants, the sounds of her gold heels clicking along his wooden floor. She wore her hair back in a ponytail, a few loose strands falling as he could see she added more piercings to her left ear. Her eyes were covered with glitter and her lips painted a dark wine purple color.

              Once she joined her parents in his sitting room, Sam shook his head, getting a grip with what was to happen next. He joined the three in the sitting room, offering them tea which (Y/N) parents accepted graciously. When he came back with tea, he noticed (Y/N) was standing by his fireplace, looking at a picture on his mantel. It was the one they both took for her 18ths birthday. Sam had just gotten back from missionary work he had done in Costa Rica and was there to celebrate her birthday and his 28th birthday before he dedicated his life to God. That was the last time they saw each other as best friends.

“Now,” Sam started once everyone was settled. “We are here tonight to talk to (Y/N) about something Mrs. (Y/L) found in her luggage. I do believe you have been told about this, Mr. (Y/L)?”

“Yes, and I honestly don’t think it is right for my wife to be touching our daughters’ things to begin with…”

“Well excuse me if I want our daughter’s soul to be saved! Ever since you stopped attending service, she followed your footsteps and is now doing God knows what that involves the devil!”

“(Y/N) is a grown woman and if she has interests that are outside the norm, then she should experiment as long as it’s a safe environment,” Mr. (Y/L) pushed.

“How is it safe that our daughter is being marked up by God knows who?!”

“Why do you even care, mom? It’s not like you are innocent when it comes to sex.”

“Young lady, just because I made mistakes in my life does not mean I want you repeating them!”

“Oh, I know I am not repeating your mistakes. I am making my own.”

“Young lady! You are still a child! You do not know how the world works!”

“I am not a child anymore! Gosh, I am so glad I am moving out! And how dare you throw out my things! You had no right to throw my stuff away!”

“I was not bringing those devil items back under my roof. And if you have any more, we will be throwing them out tonight!”

“How many times do I have to tell you, THEY DON’T INVOLVE ANYTHING ABOUT DEVIL WORSHIPPING!”

              Sam cleared his throat before Mrs. (Y/L) continued her screaming match with her daughter.

“Firstly, you will not throw out any of her items. They belong to her and you must respect her personal things. Secondly, we are not here to judge someone for their preferences. We are here only to advise (Y/N) to be careful of which path she might be taking.”

              (Y/N) turned to face Sam, her eyes narrowing.

“All I am saying is that maybe you need to look at your surroundings and make sure you are safe. I know what you do behind closed doors is none of our business.”

“Damn right it’s not,” (Y/N) said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“(Y/N)! Not in front of Pastor Samuel!”

              (Y/N) rolled her eyes at her mother, causing Sam to narrow his eyes at (Y/N). She backed away at his glare, her face becoming neutral.

“Maybe this move would be best for the family.”

“The issue here is, even by my moving, she will be barging into my place like it’s hers!” exclaimed (Y/N).

“Well, I need to make sure you are ok and eating well enough.”

“What if we do this?” interrupted Sam, knowing both women would be at each other’s throats again. “What if (Y/N) here promises to go to Sunday Mass every week and in return, you don’t invade her privacy? You let her grow and she attends service just like you want her to.”

“Oh, that would be wonderful!”

“Hell no!”

              Sam narrowed his eyes at (Y/N) again, making her compliant and quiet again.

“Will we make that deal, so both parties can be happy?”

              (Y/N) and her mother shared a look, before both nodding in agreement. Sam smiled at how quickly he was able to get both women to agree to a neutral ground. This wasn’t a first whenever it came to (Y/N) and her mother, they could argue for hours if people let them. So, after a few cups of tea, the (Y/L) family made their way out of Sam’s place, thanking him for his time. He let go a breath of relief once he heard the car leave, moving back towards the sitting room to clear out the coffee table. Suddenly, he heard two knocks on his front door. He was surprised since he wasn’t expecting any more visitors. He looked through the peephole to see (Y/N) standing there calmly. He opened the door to her smiling at him. He looked over her shoulder, searching for her parent’s car as she tried to get in.

“Calm down, I told them I was going to meet up with some friends from school. Mom wasn’t too happy, but she gave in when I promised I would be at Sunday Mass.”

“You can’t be here tonight,” Sam stated as matter of fact, trying to keep her from going into his home.

“C’mon! It’s been ages since I last saw you. We can at least hang out.”

“Look, your parents are worried about what they found and tonight would not be the best night for you to be here.”

“Did you throw it all away like she said she asked you to?”

              Sam looked down at (Y/N) who stood her ground beside him. He sighed as he moved aside to let her in, shutting the door behind them, knowing that she wouldn’t leave yet.

“Of course, I didn’t. I gave them to you as a gift, I wouldn’t throw them out that easily.”

              (Y/N) giggled as she made her way straight to his bedroom. Once she reached the room, she gasped and smiled when she saw all the toys her mother had ‘thrown out’ laying there on the bed. (Y/N) immediately picked up her collar and put it on, sighing happily once it was tied around her neck.

“Thought I would have to go through the garbage to find these things.”

“I told you not to leave those things out in the open,” Sam demanded as he leaned against the door frame.

“I only bring these with me wherever I go. Everything else stays in my dorm room. Which thankfully I am moving out from. I can finally get my own place and I even made sure the apartment had an extra room to soundproof for our fun.”

“What makes you think I will be going by you?”

              (Y/N) turned around with a pout.

“You promised that once I was in my last year of college you would quit being a priest, so we could be more open about our relationship. You never wanted to be a priest to begin with!”

“It’s not that easy, pet. My father expects a lot from me since my brother didn’t follow in his footsteps. Plus, your parents wouldn’t be too happy to know their priest was the one to corrupt their daughter.”

“But what if I like being corrupted?”

              Sam looked down at (Y/N) who was already standing in front of him, sliding her hand down his chest. Seeing her in front of him, her collar on her neck, it made Sam want to take her right there. But, he had something else in mind.

“What did I tell you about misbehaving with your mother?”

              (Y/N)’s eyes went wide before lowering her head.

“I am supposed to be a good little girl and not give her a hard time.”

“And what would you call your mother asking me to talk to you about your behavior?”

“That I wasn’t a good little girl.”

“Correct, now what do bad little girls get when they don’t listen?”

“Punishment,” she mumbled in response.

“I didn’t hear you,” Sam said as he raised his voice. He grabbed her chin and lifted her face so she could look at him as she spoke up.

“Punishment.”

“Good, now I want you to undress. Only leave your corset and heels on and I expect you on the bed in your position.”

              (Y/N) nodded her head, whispering a ‘yes sir’ before moving next to the bed. As she undressed, Sam opened his button-down and pulled the edges out of his pants. He unbuckled his belt and removed it. Placing it at the edge of the bed. He saw how her eyes fell onto the belt, expecting him to use it. But Sam reached over to his desk, pulling out a small cane from behind the desk. Her eyes grew wide as she watched him get a grip around the piece of wood. Sam watched as she climbed onto the bed and kneeled at the edge. Her legs were spread open, leaving her pussy viewable to his eyes, her hands flat on her thighs. She pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail and kept her head down, her eyes low.

“Now, where shall we start,” Same pondered out loud as he paced in front of her.

              Without a word, Sam lifted the cane and smacked it on the top of her right hand, gaining a hiss from her. He quickly did the same to the other hand, causing her to hiss and jump in her spot.

“Do not move unless told to!”

“Forgive me, Sir.”

              Sam smacked her hands five more times each, leaving a red mark along the skin. He quickly grabbed a clear gel he kept for moments like these and put some on her hands, softly caressing her tender skin.

“Important to never leave a mark where they can see,” he whispered as he tended to her hands.

“But I want you to mark me, remind me who I belong to.”

              Sam looked up at (Y/N) and saw the sincerity in her eyes. Ever since they began this relationship, Sam knew one day he would have to let her go. But whenever she gave him this look, it made him want to leave the church, even more, so he could finally be with his pet.

“Then I will mark you, but nowhere no one else can see. Only for my eyes and yours, understand?”

              (Y/N) nodded in agreement. Once he was done tending to her hands, Sam moved to sit next to her at the edge of the bed.

“Lay across my lap and make sure your ass is up in the air.”

              (Y/N) obeyed without question, her body stretching over his lap, keeping her ass as high as she could. Sam wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her still. The hand he held the cane, he used it to rub her bare ass as he spoke to her.

“Now, I will hit you 20 times on each cheek. That will signify each minute you spent in this house dealing with your mother’s troubles tonight. You will count aloud and if you can’t handle it, what is our safe word?”

“Tainted.”

“Good, now, get ready to count. 20 on one and then we will switch to the other.”

              Sam growled as he felt her rub her ass against his hand, her body shivering with pleasure. Before she could get comfortable. Sam raised the cane and landed it on her ass with a smack. She yelped out in shock and quickly started with the number one. With each hit, Sam would rub the now tendering flesh with his hand, giving her breaks after each hit. By the time he reached 10, he spaced out the breaks even more, so she could deal with any pain she possibly felt. He watched as her yelps turned into moans of pleasure. Feeling her body against his made him harder and more impossible to focus.

“20!”

              Sam watched as she was panting for a breath once he was done with the first cheek. He felt the small drop of sweat fall from his face as he switched to the other cheek. The cane smacks her delicious skin, leaving it red. When Sam reached number 7 on the second ass cheek, he leaned down and bit her red flesh, gently but still sunk his teeth into her skin, leaving bite marks behind. He wanted a bite of her perky ass, but he had to finish the punishment first.

“8!”

“9!”

“10!”

              Sam huffed and did his best to handle his self-control, He had 10 more to go and he would complete the punishment. He never stopped midway unless she used their safe word, which was a rare occurrence.  

“18!”

“19!”

“20!”

              (Y/N) screamed out the last one, causing Sam to throw the cane across the room and flip her over, noticing the tears falling down her face. Sam wiped her tears away as he shushed her in comfort.

“Why didn’t you use the safe word, pet? You know you can stop me.”

“I wanted to hold on for you.”

              Sam looked down at her, noticing the smile she wore.

“Was I good, Sir?”

“You were perfect, pet. Go lay down while I get more medicine.”

“No medicine. Not yet anyway. I want you to fuck me.”

“What have I said about that kind of language, pet?”

“Good little girls don’t use it. But, this little girl wants you to show her how bad you can make her.”

              Sam growled as she broke free from his arms and climbed onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck as she leaned in for a kiss. Sam couldn’t stop her, more so he didn’t want to stop her. He grabbed the back of her head and gripped her ponytail tightly as he devoured her mouth.  He felt her groans vibrate through her throat to him, grunting back at her reaction. Sam begins to run his hands along the sides of her body, feeling the soft skin at her thighs before feeling the silk from the corset. He couldn’t control his need, not after she had been away all summer long.

“Were you with anyone on your trip to Paris?” he asked with a commanding voice.

“Never, only you, Sir.”

“Good, you belong to me, only me.”

              Sam turned and threw her onto the bed, making sure she laid on her stomach. He moved towards the wooden bedposts, reaching from between the mattress leather cuffs with a soft faux fur on the inside. They were chained up to the bed, fixed specifically for her. Sam quickly cuffed her, gaining a gasp of pleasure from (Y/N) as she watched him. She smiled coyly at him as he finished cuffing her to the bed, receiving a smack at the curve of her back from him.

“I want that delicious ass in the air.”

              (Y/N) quickly moved to a kneeling position, making sure her perky ass was as high up as she possibly could. Sam watched her shake her ass in the air, her body grinding into the bed as he removed all his clothing. Once he was naked, he stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes still on her as he ran his fingers down her neck and along her back. He teased her with the tips of his fingers, loving how her skin grew goosebumps from his touch.

“I love watching you squirm under my hand. How your body reacts only to me.”

“Only you,” she grunted out as she shimmed her ass at him.

“I would love to take my time with you tonight, pet, but we don’t have that kind of time. We don’t want your parents getting worried about you being out so late, now do we?”

“Mmm, no Sir.”

“Good that you understand. So tonight, I will enjoy that delectable ass and after we are done, you will go straight home and apologize to your mother for your misbehavior. Do you understand, pet?”

              (Y/N) shook her head in response, but Sam didn’t take it as an answer. He pulled her by the ponytail and leaned in close to her ear.

“Do you understand, pet?”

“Yes, Sir!” she exclaimed with a whimper.

“Good little girl.”

              Sam then reached towards his dresser and pulled out a chain that was connected to the collar earlier. He grabbed the hook on the back of her collar and connected the chain to it. He smiled down at her and yanked slightly at the chain. He dropped the chain, letting it hang beside her, as he moved to grab one of the dildos he had given her and began to suck on it, making it wet. He heard her moan out at the sounds his mouth made against the plastic toy, making him smiled wickedly. He moved to climb onto the bed and kneel behind her. He spread her legs out, pushing her upper body down onto the bed so her ass and pussy were exposed to him. As he sucked on the dildo, he grabbed hold of his already throbbing length and slid the tip up and down her slit, teasing her. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when he felt how wet she already was.

              Once he felt the dildo was wet enough with his spit, he removed his cock and continued to tease her with the tip of the dildo, causing her body to shiver as he poked at her clit. She tried to arch her body, but Sam placed a heavy hand on her back, keeping her still. He continued his teasing of her clit before lowering the dildo down to her entrance.

“You are not allowed to come, no matter how much you want to. Not until I say so.”

              She whimpered a ‘yes, sir’ as he pushed in the dildo, stretching her insides. The dildo was a bit bigger than him, but he knew it was nothing compared to his cock. He slowly pumped the toy in and out of her, using his free hand to tease her asshole. He licked that finger and soaked her asshole with his spit, toying with the small entrance.

“You like that don’t you, pet? Love how full you feel. Bet you will love how full you will be in a few with my cock inside that pretty asshole.”

              Sam pushed the dildo all the way inside her pussy, only the bottom of the toy showing. He moved over to his dresser and pulled out a bottle of lube. He put it next to her knee, something he would need later. But right now, he wanted a taste of what was to come. So, he moved lower so that his face was inches from her ass and spread her cheeks open for his viewing pleasure. He could see how wet her pussy already was, the bottom of the dildo getting soaked. But his interest was in that sweet puckered hole. He moved forward and slid his tongue along the little hole, licking and teasing it. He felt her tighten under his tongue.

“Relax pet, you know you will enjoy this.”

“But it’s been two months…”

“You know I won’t hurt you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

              With that, Sam teased her entrance with his tongue, spreading her wider so he could stick the tip of his tongue inside. He could hear her moans, feel her body tremble. And it made him want to get inside her even more. He reached for the bottle of lube and opened it, spraying half of its contents all along her asshole. He used his fingers to spread the lube all around, making sure the area was soaked and ready. Without hesitation, Sam got back onto his knees and pumped his cock a few times in his hand, watching as she moved her air in circles in wanton. Once he was ready, he guided his cock to her hole, poking to tip slightly at the entrance. She tightened up at the contact, causing him to make hush noises to relax her.

“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to pet.”

“No, I want to, just nervous.”

“Then relax, you know you can trust me.”

              Sam felt her entire body relaxed under him as he began his invasion again. Slowly, he began to slide inch by delicious inch of his cock inside her ass, taking his time and pulling out until only the tip was inside to get her used to it again. Two months was enough time for her sweet ass to become the innocent area he took as his before. He felt how tight she was, groaning at how good it felt inside her. After taking his sweet time, he finally buried himself balls deep inside her, feeling the dildo against his cock. He stayed still, letting her body get used to the feeling, but when she started to move against him, he took hold of the chained leash and lost it. He wrapped the chain around his hand and pulled at it, causing her head to go back a bit. He placed his other hand against her back and pulled himself out, his tip at the entrance. And before he could warn her, he rammed straight back in, gaining a scream from her. He continued his assault, ramming his hard cock inside her, feeling the dildo as he slid in and out. He could hear the slapping of their skin as he took claim on her ass. As he continued, she yelled out in pleasure, his name riding off her lips as she begged him for more.

“You want more, I will give you more, pet.”

              He moved even faster against her, huffing as he started to sweat. He felt himself get closer and closer, knew he couldn’t last longer than he wanted to.

“Remember, you can’t come until I tell you to.”

“Yes Sir!’ she screamed back as he rammed his entire length in and out of her ass.

‘You want this ass filled with my come don’t you pet!” he yelled out as he pounded into her.

“Yes! Fill me with your come, Sir!”

              Sam kept his fast movements, pounding into her, knowing full well she would have difficulty walking in the morning. But at this moment, he didn’t care. All he wanted was to make this ass his. He rammed into her a few more times before coming all inside her, her name screamed at the top of his lungs. He rode out his high as his body jerked against hers, his cock pumping all his white-hot come inside her ass. Once he came back down, he huffed and puffed to catch his breath. His focus finally on her, he noticed she was still squirming under him, his cock softening inside her. He pulled out and grabbed the bottom of the dildo.

“Not until I say so,” he reminded her as he pulled the dildo out.

              Just as he rammed his cock into her ass just moments ago, he did the same with the dildo. He pumped it in and out of her, slapping the hard plastic into her pussy. He heard her cry out, tears starting to fall.

“I can’t, I can’t hold on!”

“Just a little bit longer, pet,” he responded back huskily.

              Sam continued his torture on her pussy, the toy doing what he wanted to do to her. He wanted to destroy her pussy, remind her exactly who she belonged to. After what felt like an eternity, Sam felt her body shake and shiver under him, her self-control almost at its limit. He leaned in closer and whispered in her ear.

“Come.”

              She screamed out his name, her screams of pleasure bouncing off the walls of his room. He smiled at her as he watched her body shake from the high she just received, he rammed the dildo into her a few more times before pulling it out entirely. He threw the toy onto the floor and watched as his little pet writhes in pleasure.

“You did good, pet.”

“I am always happy to make you happy, Sir,” she mewled

              Sam smiled at her willingly submissiveness. He quickly went to the bathroom to wash himself off and to bring a wet towel to clean (Y/N) up. Once his task was done, he wrapped her up in a blanket and let her rest, moving to get dressed.

“So, are you still keeping your promise?”

              Sam turned to see (Y/N) sitting up in his bed, her corset coming loose as she looked at him all serious. He smiled at her and leaned over to place a soft sweet kiss on her lips.

“Yes, but let’s change it to once you graduate. At least that way I have one year to handle my affairs in the church and find a more stable job to sustain us both.”

“But I can work for us…” she murmured.

“No, if we are going to be together, we are going to do this together. I still have my undergraduate degree to get back into law school and Dean can help me out by letting me work at his car shop for the time being.”

“Daddy Winchester won’t be so happy both his son’s left the church, especially you for a girl,” (Y/N) giggled as she laid back down.

“He has no say when it comes to us. You won’t regret this, pet?” he whispered anxiously.

“Never.”

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[justallamaimaginingthings]

Can you do a story where Tony and Pepper takes in the reader after the snap. And the reader over hears Tony and Pepper talking about him rejoining the Avengers. So, she does everything in her power to convince him stay. Tony lives in the end. Thank you!

A/n: I’M LEGIT CRYING TONY DESERVES THE FUCKING WORLD AND I CANNOT ACCEPT THE FACT THAT HE’S GONE

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Five years. It had been five years since the world hadgone to shit, even though it seemed like centuries. The snap had takeneverything from you, as you had lost your brother, Tom who has the only familyyou had left. Being nothing more than a teenager, starting a life on your ownsounded almost impossible. The summer before the snap you had won a contest andearned an internship in Stark CO when you had the chance to meet the one andonly Tony Stark aka Iron Man.

Unexpectedly enough, the two of you seemed to getalong really well and a strange friendship sparked to life. Tony saw a greatpotential in you, seeing that you were the smartest person he had ever met andthe only one whose sarcasm could match to his own. When he found out that afterthe snap you had ended up alone he offered to let you stay with him and Pepperwhich you gratefully accepted. At first you were afraid of bothering the newlywedcouple but after almost no time you became part of their family. Soon afteranother member added to the family completing the scenery.

One evening you saw Tony and little Morgan walk backfrom their walk with two men and a woman following them. Instead of returningto your book as you probably should have done you stopped reading and listenedto their conversation. You were no fool, you knew time travel was theoreticallypossible but actually trying this could be dangerous to no extend. ThankfullyTony refused their offer but still you could tell he was thinking about it forthe rest of the day.

Making your way to your bedroom you heard Tony loudlyexclaim from the next room and went to see what had happened. You found himstaring at an hologram with a look of pure shock evident on his face.

“What’s this?” You asked him trying to figure out thecomplex design in front of you

“I did it. Y/n, I did it, I created a time machine” hewhispered, still in awe about the recent discovery

“Are you kidding? What about the Deutsch Proposition?”You asked trying to wrap your brain about what was actually going on

“I bypassed it” he replied lightly as if that wascompletely natural. Of course, why haven’t modern physicists thought aboutthat? You thought sarcastically laughing to yourself. Tony Stark really was agenius and he proved that again and again. That’s when it hit you.

“Wait does that mean…?” You didn’t dare finishing thatsentence in fear of what the answer could be.

“I don’t know yet” he replied and you could feel thestruggle that was going on inside his mind

“Please don’t do it” You were being selfish andegoistical but you couldn’t bear the thought of Tony risking his life again

“Trust me when I say I don’t want to, not when I haveall this to lose” he said motioning towards you “But I think I have to, it’sthe right thing to do”

“There has to be another way” you tried

“We both know there isn’t. But that’s not necessarilya bad thing. There’s a possibility of bringing everyone back. You’d have thechance to see Tom again, wouldn’t you like that?”

“Not if it meant losing you!” You replied moreforcefully than you intended “You’re the only family I have right now and Ican’t risk that” Tears had begun gathering in your eyes but you refused to letthem flow.

“Hey kid it’s going to be alright. I’ll be back beforeyou know it” he said pulling you in a bone crushing hug and kissing yourforehead.

The next morning you, Morgan and Pepped wished Tonygood luck as he drove away in his car. Since then every day seemed to be evenmore stressful. Every time a noise was heard from anywhere near the door you’dbolt up and sprint outside only to be met with nothing. Not knowing where Tonywas and even if he was alive was killing you and you found yourself realizinghow much the man has impacted your life.

Five years later from the day you moved in, you werean MIT student that had been made possible by Tony’s help. Everything you hadbecome wouldn’t be possible if it wasn’t for his help. And now that he neededhelp you couldn’t be there for him and it was tearing you apart. You hadn’tknown you were crying until you saw the tears strain the pages of the book youwere reading. Drying them away, you took a deep breath. He wouldn’t want you toact like this.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the clear sound offootsteps coming from the balcony. Before you could get up the door opened andyou saw the only person you wanted to see for the past weeks. Holding back anexited scream you almost jumped on him, making him take a step back to regainhis balance as he wrapped his uninjured arm around you.

“You’re alive. Oh thank god you’re alive” youwhispered, voice breaking.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, young lady”he said causing a chuckle to escape your lips. You inspected his bruised face,a clear sign of the fight he had done, but you couldn’t bring yourself to carebecause he was alive and he was right there and that was all that mattered “Andthis time, I’m here to stay. I’m getting too old for this hero shit anyway”

“Daddy!” Morgan’s voice interrupted you as the littlegirl ran straight up to Tony who spun her around earning a loud laugh.

“Oh, Y/n, you may want to go out, there’s a littlesurprise waiting” Tony told you as Morgan almost dragged him away, himfollowing her with the proudest smile on his face. Your breath was caught inyour throat the moment you realized what he meant. Turning around you ranoutside where a very familiar figure was waiting for you

“Tom!” You yelled before jumping on his arms “I missedyou so much, you idiot” That exact moment, Tony and Pepper made their way tothe doorstep and looked at you smiling.

“Daddy, Y/n said a bad word” Morgan exclaimed makingall of you burst out laughing. Maybe happily ever afters did happen in the realworld after all. And if there was someone who deserved one, that was Tony…

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[tessxomarie]

Saving You - Part III

*Hello loves! This is Part III, we get to meet Kendra and read a little bit into more of Leah’s backstory. Bear with me here, I promise all of the details mentioned have meaning in future parts! For now, enjoy!*

A few hours pass by since I left the clubhouse. As soon as I got home, I showered and changed into a pair of old raggedy pajama shorts and an old Chicago Cubs t-shirt. Chicago is where I’m originally from, at least that’s where I was born and raised until I was 5.

I hear a knock at my door, and sure enough it’s my girl Kenz.

I open the door and let her in and give her a weird look as she has a key to my place.

“My hands are full, I couldn’t reach for my key.” She says laughing, and then I look down and see she has a million bags.

“What the hell did you bring?” I ask eagerly as she passes by me and into my home.

She plops one bag on the couch and takes everything else into the kitchen. “Well, my overnight bag for one because I plan on getting wine drunk and I ain’t going anywhere. Secondly, I had to stop and get our favorite men – Ben & Jerry, and I also picked up some stuff to make tacos, because you know I’m Mexican and I can make tacos in my sleep.” She explains as she places all of the items on my kitchen table.

I cannot stop laughing because Kendra always makes me laugh. It’s just her personality, she rarely takes anything seriously. She is the literal definition of zero fucks given, but the girl demands respect. She was one of my first friends I made in nursing school. Actually, she was my only friend I had made at that point, and by the grace of God we were able to come up through the ranks together. Kendra has been my side through a lot of shit. She’s had her fair share of family shit and guy drama, but she’s always been there for me – no questions asked.

“I was just going to order us a pizza.” I say, staring in awe at the groceries she has brought over.

“Well, think of it this way – you save some money on food tonight and you can repay me by holding my hair back when I hug the toilet later.”

“That’s fair.” I reply, and we shake on it.

Kendra takes over my kitchen as she preps the tacos, and I assist. We have our usual girl talk banter, because even at 26, we still act like teenagers.

“So, did you go to the club today?” She asks.

“Yup. They called before I was even walking out of the clinic.” I say as I dice up some onions.

“EZ and Angel?” She asks without missing a beat.

“EZ and Angel.” I repeat and nod.

Kendra, although she has no direct blood ties to the club, she is still clued in on myconnections – she knows everything, it was part of the deal Marcus and I worked out.

“Who started it this time?” She asks as she seasons the meat in the pan.

“I honestly don’t even know, EZ had a nasty cut on his face but Angel took a nasty beating as well.”

Kendra just rolls her eyes as she knows how immature this whole ordeal is.

“Did Angel thank you this time?” She asks even though she already knows the answer to that. I stop dicing the onions and stare at her with my “really?” face.

She puts her hands up and says “You know, I was kinda hoping for a miracle. You’d think after cleaning up his messes for the fourth time in a month, a ‘thank you’ would accidentally escape his lips as if he truly is thankful for someone who gives a damn.”

I let out a sarcastic laugh, “I’m just doing my job because it’s what I do for the club. They save my ass when I need them too, and I save theirs.” I say pouring all the veggies together in one big mixing bowl.

“When have they had to save your ass, Lee?” Kendra asks with a quirked brow.

Before I can even respond, she answers for me “exactly, they haven’t. You’ve held up your end of the deal, the least Angel can do is fucking say thank you – he’s such an asshole.”

One would think that after all of the disrespect Angel has thrown my way these last eight months, I wouldn’t give him a thought after I fix him up. It’s hard to explain, but he’s like a puzzle to me and I highly dislike how I cannot figure it out. He doesn’t go out of his way to bully me or anything, it’s nothing like that. It’s just, he doesn’t really care to acknowledge my existence whenever I’m around, and he’s the only member to do so.

Kendra lets out a chuckle, “Okay enough MC talk, let’s eat like the hangry fat girls we are.”

We end up laughing most of the night, stuffing our faces with tacos and wine, oh and catching up on some trash tv.

“How does someone let a so-called doctor inject cement into their face?!” I exclaim and look at Kendra with a major what the royal fuck face as we watch an episode of Botched on E!

“It’s like a nasty car wreck out on the 405, I don’t want to look but I can’t stop staring. Look at their cheeks, like legit cement is in there. How? Why? But like seriously why are we watching this? Isn’t there some cheesy romcom we can watch?” Kendra suggests as she snatches the remote from my hand.

“Bad Moms, perfect.” She says as she tosses the remote on the other side of my sectional.

I take another sip of my wine and tilt my head back, simply enjoying this moment – a quiet night in with my best friend.

“We’re going to be cool moms like these bitches. Right?” Kendra asks as she takes a bite out of a cookie that came out of nowhere.

“Cool moms are the only options, babe.” I answer, and we clink our glasses.

“I know you and I both got shit on in the mom department, but I really don’t want that to hang over our heads when we have kids. Like, if I see you slipping up, I will go full hoodrat Kendra on you.” She announces, and let me just say, hoodrat Kendra is a real thing.

“I promise, I’m not going to be like Briana. I can’t be. Also, if I see you being a shit mom, I’ll first smack you into next week, and if you don’t respond to that, I’ll just use my 1-800-MC card.” I say with a big smirk.

“You chicken shit, you rather call Marcus or Samcro than kick my ass?”

“Kenz, we all know you could kick my ass twice and your own ass at the same time.” I admit, and that’s the full on truth. I’ve seen Kendra scrap before, and I think everyone around Kenz should want her to be on their team.

“I’m so glad you know the true me, it will only continue to benefit you my young one.” Kendra tells me as she reaches out and touches my shoulder in a gentle way but it’s with full sarcasm.

“Okay real talk, what is the weekend plan Aleeah Starr?” Kendra asks while opening up her calendar app on her phone.

“Middle name? Really?” I say with a look, my look of ‘was that necessary?’

“Hoodrat Kenz can come out to play if you’d like.” She replies with a smile.

I laugh and eye roll, “Okay then, Kendra Sofia…” I say to her with an evil eye as I open up my calendar.

“Hmm, I’m off this weekend, all I have going on is Tessa’s birthday party on Sunday. Would you like to come?” I ask.

“Eva already called me and said she’ll see me Sunday.” Kendra says with a nervous expression on her face.

I give her a funny look, questioning why she looks like that.

“Aside from my Abuela Natalia, Eva fucking terrifies me – you just don’t say no to her.” She says deadpan.

I laugh, “A-freaking-men”.

Eva, she’s a true bad-ass. She and Marcus, I think they’re still married? They’ve spent more time apart than together in recent years, but they both love each other tremendously.

“Okay, so Sunday we can drive up together. Do you want to drive together tomorrow and go visit your dad?” Kendra asks.

I let out a big sigh, and I give her another look as Kendra knows my feelings about this subject.

“Why do you ask me this every weekend?” I plead.

“Lee, he’s still your dad. Prison jumpsuit and all, he’s still your dad and he still loves you.”

“I haven’t seen him in a while.” I confess.

Kendra nods, “I know, that’s why I asked if you want to go.”

“I don’t know Kenz, I just feel the older I get and the longer he’s in there, that Father/Daughter connection dies each day. He doesn’t even want to see me half the time.”

“He just hates the situation he’s in, babes. He got a shit deal, but we both know you’re still the light of his life.”

I rub my eyes, trying to keep it together yet again.

“I just don’t know how I would feel going up there now, especially when I’ve dealt with so much shit from the club. I don’t need anyone on the inside seeing me talk to my cop father turned inmate. That’s just asking for me to get someone killed or get myself killed.”

“Aleeah Starr Parker.” Kendra says with her eyes rolling, and I am deeply confused.

“What?”

“Are you so exhausted that you forgot who is even protecting your dad?” Kendra asks, and I palm my face.

“No, I didn’t forget…well maybe for a second.” I admit.

“Lorenzo has Jesse’s back, okay? Our dads are prison buds! How poetic is that?” She says as she pulls me in for a cheesy hug.

I give off a look of disgust, because Kendra is never this touchy feely. But my facial expression does not stop Kenz from continuing on.

“Oh, stop that, give your best friend a hug and smile. Hell, could you even bother to laugh? Come on, if we can’t laugh that our fathers are both in prison, our moms are both dead due to their stupid choices, we would be miserable unsuccessful sluts working on a pole for a living.”

Kendra has a big grin on her face, and she keeps giving me the famous Kendra look – the one where it always makes me smile because she knows how to make me smile; that’s what a best friend is for.

I do end up laughing, quite a bit.

“Thanks for making me laugh, I needed it.” I say looking at Kendra with a puppy dog face, because I am on the verge of tears – it’s been a chaotic week, ending it with the cherry on top that is the Mayans MC. And wine always has me feeling some type of way.

“My little Lee-Lee, come here, give me another hug.” Kendra says as she pulls me in for a hug.

“Okay, time to refill. We are finishing this second bottle and then we are going to sleep like precious babies.” She says as she stands up from the couch and heads to my kitchen.

As Kendra heads to the kitchen, I look down at my wrist and I start snapping my pony-tail holder. It takes me a moment to realize what I’ve even doing or why I’m doing it.

“Breathe, Leah. Just breathe.” I whisper to myself.

“I’ll be okay, just breathe.”

#Saving You #Leah Parker #Mayans MC #Angel Reyes #My Writing

[queer-vampire]

haven’t done a read more in a while... bunch of trigger warnings (surrounding abuse) ahead

i have a lot of things running through my head right now. i have for the past week and a half now. nothing short of one extreme thought to the next. it first started out with wondering if my unexplained diagnoses could be some form of bipolar disorder. one top of that, my health insurance is in the clouds so i can’t pick up my meds yet and i’m going through some emotional and mental withdrawals instead of physical ones. the other day i had a full blown episode and the ONLY thing that helped was doping up on my emergency anxiety meds to help me sleep the ENTIRE day. 

on top of it all, im still needing to move out as soon as i can. there is a lot of factors to take into consideration, but moving out is my absolute number one priority now. i cannot live here anymore. it might seem like an exaggeration, but i think living here is slowly eating away at my sanity.

fast forward to today, and my post about my victimology class. day one of this class i knew i’d be opening up a box stuffed away in my mind that read ‘do not open, ever’ and yet, i took a box cutter and ripped that shit open wide.

so, since january of this year ive been treading lightly around the contents of what was inside the box. but today, oh boy, today i finally sat down and looked at them. 

physical abuse. thats something i didn’t want to say. thats something i was on the fence about for the better part of five years now. “no, it was just a misunderstanding” i would say to myself. its true, what you can tell others often times you can tell yourself. thats literally textbook responses for victims. its not that i didn’t know, i just didn’t want to acknowledge it yet. or at all. 

no, it doesn’t stop there. there is something deeper down in that box that i didn’t dare take out until today. im already peeling back the physical abuse, might as well get the final piece out of the box. now, before i even begin, it’s not rape. i know that for a fact. honest. unless my brain has REALLY made me forget shit, it’s not anything extremely sexual. 

my dad would tickle my sister and i without having any self control. he wouldn’t stop when we would scream it out. he would have us literally pinned to the ground so we couldn’t escape. i can recall a few incidents where i pissed myself because he wouldn’t stop. 

just because someone is laughing while its happening, doesn’t mean its not painful or traumatizing. thats the automatic response. centuries ago, and even today in some countries, they have tickle-torture. like for FUCKS sake that shit is so far from ok. 

1) he pinned us down 2) he didn’t stop when we screamed at him to stop 3) we would piss ourselves 4) sometimes our wrists would hurt for a while afterwards

this is borderline sexual abuse. in some definitions it is. i don’t know how i would conclude it, i’ll ask my therapist when i see her in a couple of weeks. i know she’ll leave it up to me, but i want her honest opinion. part of me wants to be a little dramatic about this, but knowing that i’ve been right and validated by her with my assumptions before i know deep down what she’ll say.

i don’t know if he’s done anything else with my sister, but he’s done a few other more physical-based actions with me. when i was younger, he would grab me if i wasn’t getting what he was saying during an argument we were having. it wasn’t anything incredibly aggressive, but it was tight around my arm. at one point, when i was no older than five, he carried me up to the master bedroom and pinned me to the bed and yelled at me right in my face about how i was acting like ‘a baby’. five years old. 

that was the only time he got that aggressive with his physical actions. the last time he did anything physical was when i was still in my cast and using crutches. he was wanting to start an argument and i wasn’t having it. he was in my room but i knew i couldn’t yell at him to get out, so i started for the bathroom. but before i could even make my first step with my crutches to get out of my chair, he ripped one of the crutches from me and it nearly made me fall over. i was stunned, since he hadn’t done anything physical in a long time. but ooooooh it made me furious. i kept my cool, but that will forever haunt me. 

and something else that is crossing boundaries that could lead to some sexual abuse of some kind is the fact that BOTH my parents don’t really understand intimate boundaries. or just boundaries in general. what i mean specifically is that they seem to think it’s ok that they can just walk around almost naked. as a kid i don’t remember it bothering me much, but that is most likely because i had to suppress any trauma from that. it got so bad that i legit thought it was normal that parents did that. dear god how fucking gross is this??? i haven’t seen my dad naked before thank GOD, but i have seen my mom naked. and it wasn’t because i accidentally walked in on her changing or anything. how in the FUCK did she not learn that when people are in the house that you just don’t walk around naked??????????? like “oops i forgot my towel, i’ll have to yell out a) can someone bring it to me or b) yell out that i need to step out naked for a second” like AT LEAST do those two things jesus FUCK.

i knew about ^ earlier than the newest cesspool of shit i opened up today. i knew the previous physical interactions with my dad in arguments wasn’t healthy either, but for years i’ve completely denied that it was a problem, and for five years i desperately denied that it was physical abuse because i didn’t want to deal with it. i didn’t want to hear it. i didn’t really want to try and work through all of that.

what makes my experience the LITERAL worst is that everything is in a grey area of definition. nothing i’ve experienced is textbook definition. no one could catch on just by looking at any of us. hell, i fucking cheated the system even though i have many undiagnosed disorders and unspecified learning disabilities that are most likely dyslexia and dyscalculia. the four of us were very, very good a hiding a lot from public eye. thats why ive always hesitated when talking about my childhood in this light. its not an easy explanation to people who aren’t familiar with different kinds of abuse. 

yeah, i don’t have to explain shit to anyone. i’m learning to really take that to heart, because people need to trust me when i say that i’ve been abused. emotionally and now, i guess, physically. no matter to what degree and how repetitive it was/is its still abuse.

i need to move. i don’t know where to go. i don’t have a lot of money. im still recovering from my car accident. im a college student. i have a cat to take care of. i have a job but it’s proving to be literal hell, but i have one lined up and it pays the same. everything is up in the air and i cannot control much of it. but i know for SURE that i need to move as soon as i can. i don’t know what to do at this point. i want to start a gofundme, but i hate asking for money like this. i want to talk with extended relatives, but good lord i can only imagine how that would play out. im contemplating moving out to arizona. i could live with my aunt and uncle and pay rent, but that still isn’t moving out. is it? i just have to leave. im desperate now. 

so very, very desperate

#i can't talk about this any longer #haile talks #abuse mention /

[thefloatingstone]

speaking of fandom favourites why do so many people get angry at me when I tell them Sans doesn't remember resets .3. I know it's just my own theory but if he could really remember then I don't think he'd be so chummy around the human after a geno run, I dunno maybe I am all alone in that one. I assume he can only remember as much as everyone else since he gets flashes of deja vu like all the other main monsters

Actually you’re not alone at all! I am absolutely behind the idea that Sans CANNOT remember the resets any more than anyone else can. I actually answered an ask about this a while ago on the Time Scar blog, so I hope you’ll forgive me if I copy past my input on this here.

This is something I’ve been convinced of since the very beginning (and many of my earliest one shot comics will show you my opinion on this) and a big part of how I shape most stories using him and Frisk as characters.

I will say people getting angry with you over it is really stupid tho :/ that seems INCREDIBLY petty and immature.

Anyway, here’s what I said originally;

(Please be patient while I try and upload the images that accompany this post with my flaky broken internet)

Ask:

Hey I read somewhere on your blog that you believe that Sans doesn't remember the resets and just figures out that it happens. Since I'm on the side of Sans remembering resets can you show me what evidence or argument you have for your opinion. I want to find out which is more likely to be cannon (cause I don't think Toby said anything about that). 

My answer:

I haven’t finished my Pacifist run through yet so I don’t know if he says anything in that playthrough, but considering most of the direct contact you have with Sans is in the Genocide run through it may not matter (Please don’t correct me if I’m wrong. I’ll get to Pacifist when I’m ready myself)

At the end of Genocide, (If you’ve played the game before obviously) Sans reveals a lot of info about how much he knows regarding the resets, and it’s very telling as to HOW he got the information.

When he confronts the human in the Hall of Judgement at the end, it’s because he’s reached the conclusion that the human will not stop and nothing can change that based on him just watching the Genocide run from a distance. He’s also come to the conclusion that the human is impossible to stop, THIS he mentions based not on what he remembers, but by what he’s discovered himself.

He mentions talks a lot about “our Reports” and stuff. (forgive me if my exact wording isn’t correct) as well as “their analysis”. He mentions how “they” have been monitoring the situation and have “noticed a lot of flux in the timespace continuum” and how timelines keep changing and altering, and through analysis “they’ve” come to the conclusion that he human is the one responsible for the changes in events, always in the human’s favour.

(That seems like a very strange question to ask if he knew for a fact, isn’t it?)

If Sans simply remembered the timelines and knew the human could reset things then why the hell would he need data and analysis to know all that?

He has residual memories, but then so does everyone else. He mentions that “He can’t help but feel that we were once friends”. He mentions this not as a memory, but as a lingering feeling (much like Toriel remembers which kind of pie you like although she’s not sure HOW she remembers or even knows that). Sans has a feeling that there was perhaps a friendship between the human and himself, but he cannot really remember it. Which is PART of the reason the whole thing has him so despondent. He realised that a reset doesn’t just take away what could have been a happy ending; it doesn’t even have the decency to let you REMEMBER the happy ending.

So he uses that residual memory as a weapon to literally backstab you. It’s another ploy to cut you down because at this point Sans is pulling out every trick he has the longer you’re able to keep up with him because he’s just fucking done with you. Later on if you KEEP coming back and fighting him he says “if we ever WERE friends, don’t come back.”

People seem to forget that Sans is a LIAR. He lies throughout most of the game. And a LOT of the things he does are deliberate ploys to misdirect or hide the truth. Most of the time it’s not malicious, most of the time it’s legit just a survival strategy, sometimes it’s just to be a bit of a jerk because Sans is a practical joker by nature, but if you start becoming a problem in a genocide run, he doesn’t magically start telling the truth all the time. He only starts mentioning a memory of being friends with the human after he starts sweating and getting tired in the fight. He realises you’re not as easy to put down. and only THEN does he even bother mentioning the possibility of being friends before. It’s another ploy using what little info he has. Even Sans’ info says he’s “the easiest enemy” which is an obvious lie. People forget that Sans is all about misdirection and blatant lying in various degrees which is part of the reason his fight is insanely frustrating. He keeps telling you things about his attacks or what’s about to do which are either misleading or just outright untrue.

So Sans has residual memories, but that doesn’t mean he remembers anything with clarity. He’s no different from the other monsters. He just happens to be insanely smart, and he’s extremely scientifically minded. I’m not sure who the “They” are that he talks about. My first instinct would be he’s talking about Alphys but he never mentions her by name so I’m unsure about that one.

But again, the point is, why the hell would Sans talk about reports and data to “figure out what’s going on” if he remembered and could just say “oh shit! The human’s resetting to get the odds in their favour!” you don’t need all this science hoo-ha for THAT! If Sans remembers the resets and decided he needed to do a bunch of science to figure out what’s going on… he’d be kinda stupid wouldn’t he? And Sans has shown through VARIOUS other situations in the game that he is ANYTHING but stupid.

People mistake Sans’ deductive reasoning for “oh he remembers!” and for the life of me I cannot understand why. If people actually listened to what he says instead of memeing about bad times maybe this wouldn’t be such a problem. But honestly, if you’re somebody who actually played Genocide (unlike me who watched it on youtube I guess) I can kinda understand missing some of this, since you’re so stressed out by the fight and trying to survive you may not be absorbing Sans’ conversation. (Much like I had people tell me they actually completely missed Papyrus leaving the Royal Guard when he calls you in Waterfall because the person playing is so busy trying to survive Undyne’s attacks that that little bit of info often goes unnoticed)

Why would Sans be such a special snowflake to remember things when literally NOBODY ELSE (besides Flowey but he’s a special case) remembers anything but residual stuff? It just doesn’t make sense.

Long story short; Sans is smart and figured it out using the tools he had available to him. He didn’t need a “special circumstance” (ie memory) to get the answers. He had exactly the same info as everyone else, but was intelligent (and distrusting) enough to look into the situation a little deeper since he had the resources to do so.

Give Sans a little credit, would ya?

#C-Puff answers #Undertale #Spoilers #xxtc-96xx

[the-council-of-new-york-vampires]

Can I please have an Adam x MC fic 😭

Out of Character:

I call myself the biggest Vega stan alive, so I have legit no explanation for why I’ve never tried Adam x MC (Amy). 😂 I think I just found it a little unrealistic, since none of them showed any interest in each other. 🤔

However, I found a way to make it work in canon! 🤗 It’s below the cut and NSFW, of course - we know a relationship between those two would not be very romantic. 😉 Enjoy!

Amy took a deep breath. The past conversation between her, Adrian and Senator Vega was still on her mind, the result of it bothering her so immensely that she knew the memory wouldn’t leave her mind until she found a solution to the problem. The Feral problem.

The Senator had made it very clear that Adrian’s support on his upcoming vote was essential for his support regarding Lily’s vote. Amy knew she should be grateful to have gotten his vote at all, but that was the point - she wasn’t.

Amy had talked to Adrian about it, and he had assured her that there would somehow still be a way to stop Vega’s planned attack on the Clanless. However, Jax and the other Clanless weren’t leaving Amy’s mind and the fact that Adrian and her had tolerated a man’s plan to kill all of them cruelly was something she couldn’t accept.

Today, Amy knew, she had to change the Senator’s mind. Adrian had no idea what her plan was, and Vega was a great talker and dedicated planner - however, there was one thing she hadn’t yet tried, one thing she thought might win him over, one last chance: Seduction.

It was then that Amy stopped her car. She got out and let the parking attendant handle the rest, then approached the open, wide door, feeling somewhat queasy. Amy tried to calm her nervousness down, telling herself that there was nothing she could lose… Solely his vote, his respect… her job.

As soon as she had entered the foyer, Amy felt the urge to leave. Adrian didn’t know she was here, she was playing with fire to save the Clanless’ lives, involving herself in a business she had no voice in… This was a mistake.

Right as she wanted to turn around and leave, however, the Senator came down the stairs and walked right towards her!

Oh no. He had seen her. He was smiling. There was no way of leaving.

“Amy!” Senator Vega greeted as he stopped in front of her. “Back so soon?”

Amy gulped. He was threatening and sexy at the same time… “Yes…”

“To what do I owe the pleasure of having you this time?”

She took a deep breath. “I wanted to talk to you, if that’s okay…”

“Of course!” The Senator was solely smiling.

“…In your office.”

For the first time, his happy mask dropped, revealing a face that was rather surprised. Regardless, he said, “Sure.”

Amy followed him to a wooden door, that he opened, revealing a huge room, an American flag by the wall that Amy recognized immediately. Next, she was let in as he held the door open for her. “Thank you.”

He stepped in after her, the door falling shut for limitless privacy. “Not for that,” Vega said politely as he held out a chair for her. As Amy sat down, he walked around the desk to take place on his own seat, and folded his hands on the table, giving her his full attention by focusing on her eyes. “Now, what is it that I can help you with?”

Amy sighed. There was no point in beating around the bush right now. “It’s about the attack on the Clanless. I would like for you to reconsider…”

He gave her a tight smile. “I am very sorry, Amy, but I cannot do this.”

“But the-”

“Like I said, the sole existence of the Clanless constitute a mayor rest for our community, the place we live in happily and peacefully. Too many innocent people have paid with their lives, and the numbers are increasing. We, as The Council, have the responsibility to keep this in check.” Then, his facial expression turned sad. “Don’t you think the people of New York deserve to live and grow up in a safe environment, Amy?”

Amy faced the ground… but quickly looked back at him. With confidence, she tried to say, “Yes, but it’s not the Clanless’ fault to not have been branded. They are innocent as well.”

“I am afraid this is the fault of an ancient system, one we cannot change but solely adapt. I agree that the Clanless are not automatically violent or bad, but in the case of a street attack, you have to consider the victim and the culprit. The latter is, then, undoubtedly a Clanless.”

Amy looked into Vega’s brown eyes and couldn’t tell whether she had run out of words because she had lost herself inside them, or simply because he was a great talker.

“Furthermore, Adrian and I have agreed on a deal, a promise, and promises should be kept, don’t you think?”

She smiled at him, to see that he was smiling back.

“Thank you for understanding, Amy. It was a real pleasure talking to you.”

He was about to get up, but Amy took her chance to speak. “Are you sure I can’t change your mind, Senator?”

“Believe me when I say that I have thought the whole thing through very often. This is the best solution to the problem.”

“I have a solution, too.”

Senator Vega raised a surprised eyebrow.

Amy stood up. She walked around the desk, sat down on his lap, placed a hand on his chest… and let it slide down. “It would involve some handwork, if you know what I mean…”

The Senator laughed, seemingly entertained. “Oh, is that so?”

As her hand reached what was between his legs, she looked up into his eyes… and tried to stand her ground. “Yes, it would be…” she got closer to him and whispered, “our dirty, little secret…”

For the first time, he wore a neutral expression and his eyes, that had been locked with hers, peered down to take in Amy’s body. He took his time, then looked back into her eyes.

Amy felt nervous, scared… as if she was selling herself to a predator.

“Would you be so kind and let me make a call, Amy, before I give you all my attention?”

Was that a yes? Or would he call security to have her removed? No matter. This was a chance Amy would be stupid not to take. “Of course.”

“Thank you.”

She let him get up, watched how he left the room and shut the door. Sitting on his office chair, Amy’s mind drifted away. She had no idea what the upcoming experience would be like. Adam was sexy, a gentleman. On the other hand, he was a vampire, a monster, with the reputation of a lady killer… Was she the next one he would kill?

If he really would agree to this, and if she would survive… Not only would she brag about it to Lily - but she would have saved the Clanless’ lives.

It was then that Vega came in back in, shutting the door and locking it, in the process of ripping Amy out of her victorious daydreams. He stood before her, his desk separating them, and revealed, “I would be very happy to take up your offer, Amy.”

She couldn’t believe it! “Really?”

“Of course.”

“But this means that you will not attack the Clanless. Ever.” She wanted to make her point clear, wanted him to know what he was agreeing to.

“I love your dedication, and I am willing to support you on your beliefs regarding the Clanless… if, of course, we keep this situation mutually… satisfying.”

Amy grinned. It felt amazing to be desired by a powerful man. “Do you promise?”

“Yes. I promise.”

Taking in his voice, a voice that couldn’t be more trustworthy, Amy realized she had made it. She had saved the Clanless in exchange for something that she knew every woman in New York would envy her for. “So, should we go to your bedroom?”

The Senator approached, which caused her to wonder if he would live up to his gentleman reputation and carry her there. Once close, hoewever, he motioned for Amy to stand up - which she did - to sit down on his office chair himself, and pull her back onto his lap.

She focused solely on Adam, placed her hands on his shoulders, locking eyes with him, while smelling his cologne… and wondering if she should kiss him.

He answered that for her: Vega closed the distance of their lips by pulling her in for a kiss.

As Amy felt his soft lips on hers, she enjoyed each and every sensation. He was by far the best kisser she had met within a span of twenty-two years, kissing her passionately yet incredibly gently. Their tongues met as she felt the warmth of his hands cupping her cheeks. These few moments were so pleasurable that Amy wondered whether she had ever experienced anything more wonderful.

However, Vega soon pulled away. He asked, keeping the intimate and tender atmosphere alive by whispering into her ear, “How much do you want me, Amy?”

“I want you so much…” she mumbled. This was no lie. She had always found him attractive, but never this much. Their kisses had shown her that every second with him, every touch he’d gift her, would be worth it.

His right hand slid down, making its way between her legs, under her skirt… to feel that she was wet.

The mere feeling of Vega’s hand on her wet panties made Amy pull him in for another round of steamy kissing.

His hands made their way under her loose, white skirt and pulled off her panties, causing them to fall onto the floor. Next, his fingers entered her; one, then two, then three…

Only a few minutes later, Amy was breathing heavily. He was so skilled, had made her so horny, had made her want nothing more than him inside of her…

It was then that he stopped. Pulling his fingers out and stopping the kissing, he whispered, “Twenty minutes, Amy…”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“I said…” Suddenly, he spoke loudly, angrily! “We have twenty minutes!” Vega got up and forced her onto the desk! He opened his pants, placed a single hand on her back, holding her down effortlessly - and slid inside her!

Amy felt her belly being pressed against the hard material of the desk! Then - his dick inside her. Her first thought was that it was thicker and longer than any she had experienced before. After that, she didn’t think - but moaned.

There was nothing gentle about him anymore, as he thrusted inside her. Vega kept going recklessly for minutes, not even stopping his rough movements when Amy reached her peak…

Quickly, she found herself in the state of a mess, being taken in a way that could almost be considered violent. Unable to think straight, Amy screamed in pleasure. As soon as she felt one of his hands covering her mouth, the other one going under her shirt, grabbing her breast and being able to hold her in place regardless of her intense winding, then forcing up her skirt and spanking her ass, Amy came another time…

Of course, he didn’t stop his movements, instead demanding, “Scream for me!”

Before her ears were able to recognize what he had said, he spanked her another time and repeated his order. It was enough for her to comply, to scream out his name.

“Oh yeah… That’s how good I’m fucking you…”

His hands grabbed her waist ever so tightly, and his movements became quicker - until both of them reached their peak.

Amy barely had enough time to admire the stamina of a vampire when he was already standing in front of her.

She could do nothing but stare at his rock-hard seven inches. It was confirmed - every part of this man’s body was attractive.

He put her hair together, loosely, into a ponytail, and made her face him. “How about you thank me now, for what I just did?”

Without thinking, Amy lowered her head to take it into her mouth, tasting his dick and her own taste on it at the same time. She sucked the tip for a few moments, and took in as much as she could.

It was then that he took control of her head and forced it down. As she choked, he held it in place - and thrusted inside!

Amy coughed and gagged, his dick blocking her windpipe!

Finally, he let go of her head, grinning. Her gasping for air confirmed: “Too much, little girl?”

She turned on her back, eyes slightly wet, in the need to recover from all of this. For a moment, Amy closed her eyes.

It was then that Adam was on top of her! He cupped her cheeks with his hands, but this time, there was nothing romantic about this move. Looking into her eyes in a way that was almost hungry, he told her, “And lastly… I’ll give you a little something to remember me by.” His head sank down, lips on her neck… and he started sucking the skin, creating a red, blue, painful hickey.

Amy was left on the table, exhausted, like a bottle that had been emptied to its last drop.

It was then that there was a knock on the door!

“Just a moment,” Vega spoke out, surprisingly calm. He pulled up his pants, closed them and walked towards the door to unlock and open it.

Amy couldn’t believe it, was caught in a state of shock! Who was at the door? And why was he so calm about it? She only had time to get off the desk and stare at the door, glad about having kept on all her clothes.

Inside walked… Adrian.

“Adam, you’ve called-” As he saw Amy, his previously neutral expression turned into the purest form of shock! “What in the-”

“I’ve just asked you here to make sure Amy has a ride home,” Vega stated, grinning.

As Amy and Adrian exchanged shocked expressions, Adam walked back to his desk, grabbed up something from the floor and approached Adrian to give it to him. “In case she needs those back.” It were… Amy’s wet panties.

Inside Adrian’s eyes, Amy saw sadness. That was it - he left the room without looking back.

“Adrian!” Amy was hurt, felt sad, betrayed… used. She faced a grinning Adam - “You monster! - and ran out of his office. Quickly, she caught up to Adrian who was leaving the mansion. “Adrian, wait, please!”

But he kept going. “I told you not to trust him!”

“I’m sorry, I swear. I… wanted to keep his vote for Lily, but change his opinion on the Clanless.”

“You can’t change his opinion on the Clanless! He is-”

“He promised! He promised me to not attack them!”

It was then that Adrian stopped. He faced Amy, his broken heart displayed by a slight wetness in his eyes. He said one thing - then kept on walking. “Do you think Vega ever keeps a promise?”

Amy watched Adrian leaving the foyer. It was then that she knew she had played with the devil - and lost at her own game.

#adam vega #bloodbound #choices #choices: stories you play #bb

[evenstevensranked]

#1: Season 3, Episode 5 - “Band on the Roof”

ANNNND... “BAND ON THE ROOF” TAKES THE CAKE!

I cannot believe I’m publishing the #1 ranking. Next month will mark two whole years since I created this blog and now, after countless hours spent on 64 reviews, we’re finally here! Never thought I’d see the day. I never anticipated that I’d be this emotional about it either. I’ll save the mushiness and some final thoughts for the end of the post. 

When The Twitty-Stevens Connection gets back together, Tom shoots a documentary -- excuse me, “rockumentary” -- detailing the highs and lows of the band’s reunion! What we get is a rollercoaster of an episode featuring (almost) all of our favorite characters, the most legendary quote in the entire series, a mockumentary approach to filming that was ahead of its time, a heartwarming plot for our two main siblings, and one hell of a catchy song to boot. 

For the last time... 

Let’s get into it!

I know I throw the word "Iconic" around loosely sometimes but this is genuinely an iconic episode for the series. I feel like everyone remembers this episode. Even if you didn't watch the show too often, you still remember this episode. This one kinda makes me wish that Even Stevens was one of the first popular American comedy sitcoms to pioneer the mockumentary style gimmick for the entire series. (i.e. The Office, Modern Family, Parks & Rec) Because it works here. Really well. I’ve mentioned a few times before that The Office is my other all-time favorite comedy show, so I absolutely ADORE those strong vibes here. 

According to Wikipedia and their list of “Mockumentaries” (which includes this episode!) -- as far as the genre in television goes, it seemed to become a big thing in the UK first and then spread to places like Australia and Canada. The United States mockumentary television format boom started in the early-mid 2000s, specifically at or around 2003 with Arrested Development and then in 2005 with the humble beginnings of The Office. "Band on the Roof” premiered in 2002. Hmmm. Very interesting! Not sayin’ Even Stevens was ahead of its time once again but that’s exactly what I’m saying. It’s almost like this show trial-runs ideas before they take off. First with “Influenza” and then this. Even though this episode was definitely more of a spoof of VH1′s “Behind The Music,” it still totally falls into that mockumentary TV category. 

It opens with the introduction to the documentary, narrated by Tom in a super unnaturally deep voice with a little reverb slapped on there for dramatic effect: “First, there was The Alan Twitty Project... Then, there was The Louis Stevens Experience... The coming together of these two musical forces begat the supergroup The Twitty-Stevens Connection! ...But the band broke up temporarily when bassist Artie Ryan’s mom made him take pottery lessons.” 

Tragic.

Tom introduces himself as “Thomas Gribalski: Rockumentary Filmmaker.” Wow, he’s wasting no time loading up his IMDb page. You document one Junior High band and it’s all uphill from there. He goes on to explain that when The Twitty-Stevens Connection got back together, Louis Stevens asked him to capture those “little moments” for them to look back on once the band becomes “rich and famous.” But, of course, no road to stardom is without its bumps. 

I wanna know how Tom, a 14-year-old, got this swanky studio to record in...

It cuts to band rehearsal in the Stevens basement where they’re jamming to “Crazy” from the Battle of the Bands episode!! Everything’s fine until the band randomly stops playing in the middle of the song and Louis goes off on a never-ending drum solo that he refers to as “a groove.” It always bothered me how the music just… stops. Why did everyone but Louis decide to stop playing for seemingly no reason?! Whoever was in charge of audio here couldn’t be bothered to make it sound more organic lol. It’s really weird and abrupt. Sorry for the nitpicking there. 

I love how Tom got that shot of a messy hamper in the foreground. It really amps up the grittiness. 

It’s pretty great how Louis subtly changed roles from the band’s manager to the band’s drummer. For once, this was an arc in Season 3 that actually aired in the correct order. In Episode 2, Louis became interested in playing the drums and was gifted a drumset. In Episode 4 he started taking lessons, and here in Episode 5, he’s officially the drummer of the band. Shia is playing for real here as well! So that’s very cool. 

While Louis is drumming his lil heart out during his self-indulgent extended solo, it cuts to shots of everyone killing time and I love it. 

Tom, lol. 

Ren eventually rips the drumsticks out of Louis’ hands and the two start arguing. Tawny reminds them that they promised to get along if the band got back together. Just then, we hear that shrill, annoying and unmistakeable voice chime in: “Can I say something?” The camera searches around until it lands on Beans just chilling there like he owns the place. Oh my god. 

Louis: “Where is he? BEANS! HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?!?!” -- Why is that mockumentary style sooo funny though?! The shaky camera looking around and zooming in is what makes this.

I seriously wish every episode was filmed this way. But honestly, just getting this liiiittle glimpse into what a mockumentary version of Even Stevens might’ve been like is enough to make me feel #blessed. If a reboot ever happened, I’d definitely looove to see it reborn à la Modern Family for at least an arc or one special season. I know the gimmick is a little outplayed at this point but I mean, the Stevens are an eccentric enough family for a documentary crew to follow! Am I wrong?! All of the flagship American mock-doc shows have already ended or are ending soon. The door’s open for a new one. Just sayin’. 

It cuts to Louis ranting about Beans in the first interview portion or “talking head” of the documentary. This is the greatest thing. Holy crap. He says: “Beans is like that policeman in Terminator 2, you know who I’m talking about? I swear, he goes liquid! He can fit through cracks in windows... under doors... through little keyholes!!” And right on cue, Beans appears outta thin air -- “I’m hungry. Let’s get a sandwich!” Again, the camera work makes this 10x funnier and Shia’s face is just too good: 

Note: “Terminator 2″ is yet another completely solid reference to make! 

Something I’d like to point out before I forget: While reviewing the series, I couldn't help but notice that the show could be even funnier if there was no background music all the time. (I tested that theory with this edit and was proven correct, tbh.) If you pay attention.. you'll notice that there's some sort of background music during almost every scene. Sometimes it works if it's heightening a moment or adding some flavor comedically. But during scenes where there’s just dialogue, I feel like it would be much better with silence -- because 1. It's more raw/realistic, and 2. the performances/writing is already so strong, it doesn't need extra sound clogging the material. And that's one of the reasons why this episode is so great! It's dead silent the entire time except for the Twitty-Stevens songs of course and some transitional music for the documentary. I love it. 

So, yeah. Turns out Beans is a bassist?! He walks over to Artie and tells him “you’re horrible. Read my lips -- take a lesson!” Artie quits on the spot and leaves in a fit of rage (”I don't have to take this! I’M ARTIE RYAN!”). Beans backs up his insult by showing off his sick bass skillz to the gang, immediately earning himself a place in the band as Artie’s replacement. I love how Beans isn’t even touching the neck of the bass at all at one point. Seems legit. 

It cuts to an interview with Artie and it’s so good: “I was thinking about quitting the band anyway. I didn’t like the direction it was going... NOWHERE. Since then, I’ve started my own band. Artie Ryan and the Funky Kats. I had some promotional materials made up!! Tom, you want a free one?!” 

Tom (off-screen): “N.. no, thanks.” 

Also... A frisbee?! LOL. I had to write out that whole Artie quote because it’s the last we hear from him in this episode and Artie is the best.

Next, it cuts to an interview with Twitty who claims that there was a whole new energy after Beans joined the band. It’s hilarious because Beans is this tiny, annoying 8-year-old, yet Twitty’s talking about him as if he’s some amazingly respected bassist who helped take them to the next level. He goes on to say that the ~revitalized spirit~ Beans brought to the table motivated everyone to work on new material... Including Louis & Ren, who teamed up to write a song together!! Ahh! It shows us the two of them writing out the skeleton of “Another Perfect Day.” I always laughed at how they’re not just writing lyrics like most middle schoolers would do... Nah. They’ve whipped out the staff paper and suddenly know music theory like it’s nothing. They’re literally transcribing their ideas by ear. I’m a Berklee grad and I still struggle like hell with theory. 

Donnie happens to walk by and notices that his brother and sister are getting along for the first time, like, ever... and calls for Steve and Eileen to come quick and bear witness to it themselves!! 

This show throws in some great little lines here and there that are easy to miss sometimes. When Steve and Eileen come running, Steve shouts “Donnie! Hang in there! You still have 5 minutes left on that hot oil treatment!!” thinking Donnie desperately needed help with his hair. HAHA! I never paid attention to that until recently. We get interviews with Donnie as well as Steve and Eileen here. 

Donnie: “It was just... the sweetest thing. I wanted to hug them!! But I didn’t wanna ruin my hair. Wait!!! That sounded stupid. Don’t use that, ok?” 

Gotta love the trophies as a backdrop lol. 

Eileen: “It was amazing! It was as if the music brought them closer together.” 

Steve: “Those were the happiest days of our lives. It was bliss! Sheer bliss!” 

Hey! This is real stuff, though. Never underestimate the power of music!!

One of the funniest things about this episode is that Tom prefaced the documentary by saying the reunion happened a mere TWO WEEKS AGO! These interviews are so extra, as if they’re recalling something that happened years ago when it literally just happened and is fresh in their memories. It’s great. 

We get a voiceover from Tom elaborating on Steve and Eileen’s sentiments, telling us that Louis and Ren had “reached a new level in their relationship” over corny footage of them casually playing freaking cat’s cradle like a couple’a besties! hahaha. 

At their next rehearsal, the band starts working on “Another Perfect Day.” Once they have it down pretty well, Louis decides that they have a hit on their hands and need to do something big to get the word out. He comes up with the idea to hold a free concert on the school roof. Twitty interjects “Ya know, that’s not a bad idea because The Beatles did a free concert on the roof once!” Tawny adds: “So did U2!” and Louis finishes: “And now... The Twitty-Stevens Connection.” -- As if they’re anywhere near the level of either of those bands and should easily be mentioned in the same breath. That always cracked me up. (Speaking of The Beatles, the title of this episode is supposed to be a play on the Paul McCartney song “Band On The Run.” Or at least, that’s what I’ve always assumed.) Also, take a look at their single art. Amazing. 

Things start to go sour now. Everyone’s on board for the rooftop concert except for Ren. That’s a shocker! She’s totally against the idea. She agrees that free publicity is great as long as you’re not violating any rules. She even double checks with Wexler who confirms that students on the roof is “strictly forbidden.” 

At lunch the next day, Louis is super excited about the concert and giving Twitty and Tawny a rundown of his plans to set everything up. He says they should “get there early. Really early. Like... before school starts early” so they can get all the equipment and set it up on the roof. Another little exchange that’s easy to miss here is between Twitty and Tawny. Twitty says: “Sweet. What if we wore camouflage?” And Tawny sarcastically bites back: “That is a brilliant idea. What if we dressed up as giant metal vents to blend in with the roof decor!” HAHAHA. I’m just imagining that in my head right now and all I can picture is them looking like Eric Matthews dressed as a couch. Oh, yeah. They’ll blend in, no problem. 

When Ren starts approaching their lunch table, Louis invites her over yelling “Hey, sis!!” Awww. Since we all know that Ren is practically Vice Principal, he asks her for help and advice on how to get up to the roof and such. But then it does a hard cut to Tom:

This needed to be gif’d. 

Ren starts blabbing about how they’re forbidden to step foot on the roof and that she got a permit to perform in a public park instead, but Louis cuts her off before she can ramble any further: “Ren. You’re chickening out.” Ren protests and insists that she’s not a chicken and is just being smart about the situation, but Louis ain’t having it and explodes: “JIMINY H. CRICKETS THE THIRD JR., REN!!! We’re not robbing a bank or anything!! We’re singing on the roof!!!"-- I love this so much. He tells her to take a risk for once in her life. But, Ren being Ren, decides that she doesn’t want to get in trouble and essentially quits the band. As Ren storms away from them, Louis stands his ground and shouts at the top of his lungs: 

Possibly the single most-quoted quote of the entire series. Actually iconic. I have this quote on my Facebook, it's my © footer quote on this very website, people have used this quote in their high school yearbooks. Yeah. It’s a big deal. Plus, it’s a pretty great quote to live by if you think about it tbh. 

Ren leaving the band was only the beginning of their downfall. I love this photo the ‘documentary’ uses to illustrate the in-fighting lol. 

There’s super melodramatic music with an ~emotional~ guitar lick playing here. It always gets stuck in my head. I’m humming it right now. As hilarious as the music is, it actually does make me feel a little upset... 

And just like the ending of an America’s Next Top Model episode, Ren disappears from this photo of the band: 

At home that evening, an instrumental knock-off of “Kiss Me” starts playing in the background of the doc while Ren contemplates the meaning of life. Tom does a voiceover saying that Ren’s decision to leave the band would lead her down a path to “self-discovery.”

She ends up having a heart-to-heart with Eileen about why she’s so reluctant to take risks. We get a glimpse into Ren’s childhood with “home video” showing her being a total caution freak at her 8th birthday party. She ate a single potato chip so she waits an extra 20 minutes before going into the kiddie pool with her friends. I’d like to point out that Young Ren is played by Alexa Nikolas, who would later go on to be a regular on Nickelodeon's Zoey 101. 

Eileen assures Ren that she’ll find something worth taking a risk for someday and go for it!

CUT TO THE DAY OF THE CONCERT! Ren’s decision to leave the band causes everyone else to rethink the rooftop performance as well. Twitty decides to back out because he has one too many detentions already and can’t afford another. His initial poor attempt at an excuse plays out in the most hilarious way possible. (”TWITTY, I WROTE THAT NOTE FOR YOU LAST WEEK!”) Tawny just agrees with Ren. She decides it’s not a good idea and peaces out. And lastly, Beans calls at the eleventh hour and says he can’t make it because he has a hamster cage stuck on his head -- which amazingly, is not a lie. In the end, Louis is the last one standing. Or as Tom says, “A man without a band.” 

At lunch, the sound of someone drumming starts to fill the air, leaving everyone confused for a minute. It’s Louis, of course. He’s up there drumming away and singing his background vocals alone and fully intends to perform the whole song that way. His determination to continue with the concert as the lone remaining member of the band is so admirable and badass honestly. It really shows how bold he can be and how he’ll always try to see his ideas through. Not only does this highlight Louis’ fearlessness, it also leads to an amazing moment for Ren as a character. As everyone runs to get a view of Louis, Ren starts remembering what Eileen told her. She slowly realizes that this could be her chance to seize the moment. 

One by one -- Twitty, Tawny, and Beans join Louis up on the roof! They pick up their instruments and jump right in, each one building and building on the song. All leading up to Ren being the last one to finally run up there as the final piece of the puzzle! It’s a cheesy and predictable climax, but it’s still amazing. Seeing Ren take a chance like that always makes me emotional, not gonna lie. You can FEEL the happiness radiating off of everyone here. It makes me beam every time. 

This gives me legitimate goosebumps. God. Watch this and tell me it isn’t freaking epic and CLASSIC. The final interviews paired with that tasteful background music always tugs at my heartstrings, too. 

The gang ends up facing the consequences of their stunt and are punished by Wexler putting them on trash pickup duty. ^ That ending (seen in the video) is probably my favorite Louis/Ren bit ever. Seeing them both secretly admit to the camera that they had a great time together just warms my heart. I love how they say the same exact thing at one point too: “Don’t tell her/him I said that” lol. It’s so simple but so effective and really sums up their relationship. Two siblings who are always at odds, but at the end of the day, they’re family and have that unconditional sib love whether they want to admit it or not. I love the little slideshow of photos from the rooftop gig to wrap everything up. 

...and the very last frame of the episode is this picture of THE GREATEST DISNEY CHANNEL SIBLINGS OF ALL TIME and it’s so precious. This photo is so genuine. You can tell it captured more of Shia and Christy than Louis and Ren. It's just so nice:

I would have this framed and hanging in my house somewhere if I were them. Wow! Also... What could possibly be a better final shot for the episode that’s concluding my specific project?! Tell me. I’ll wait. 

And that’s it.

This is one of those ~special fun plot~ episodes, but it’s not super wacky or zany. Like most of the schemes Louis pulls, they somehow manage to make it seem like a couple of middle schoolers could successfully put on a school rooftop performance like this irl. There’s super solid humor, great dialogue, some incredible character moments and plenty of heart to top it all off! It ends on such a satisfying and happy high note. And even though I prefer Comedian Louis over Musician Louis, this episode is just too damn fun for me to care. It sort of benefits from the “Influenza” effect. If you add a song to an episode, odds are it’ll automatically make it that much more memorable. The only difference between this episode and “Influenza” is that it has a lot more going for it story-wise. 

This episode has everything for me. The way it's filmed is unique to every other episode in the series. The humor is extra dry and a little different for the show here, but still feels very distinctly Even Stevens and stays true to what we love about the show. This episode includes practically every major character, too! Let’s round up everyone who makes an appearance here: Louis, Ren, Twitty, Tawny, Tom, Beans, Steve, Eileen, Donnie, Coach Tugnut, Principal Wexler, and even Artie Ryan! My only complaint is that Larry and Ruby should’ve made appearances. Like, just a little scene of Larry taunting Ren about not having the guts to go up on the roof or something would’ve been cool.

Just adding some extra photos from the episode to break up this sea of text.

This is the only episode other than the finale that actually manages to make me shed a tear. But the tear this episode squeezes outta me has more meaning behind it imo. In the finale, I’m pretty much solely crying over the resolution to the Louis/Tawny saga and the fact that it’s the last episode of the series. Here, I’m crying over the pure relationship between brother and sister (the root of the show) as well as the gang’s friendship. No other episode gets me in my feelings like that across the board. It honestly feels like a finale in its own right and I can’t think of a better one to wrap up this countdown with. 

Is this the best episode of Even Stevens? You tell me. Is it one of the most memorable, iconic, hilarious, unique, and feel-good episodes of Even Stevens? Absolutely. Is there even a way to determine what episode is "objectively" or scientifically proven to be the best? lol who knows! If there's anything this whole project has taught me, it's that perhaps this show is just so good, there simply is no "best" episode. In which case, this whole blog has been a complete waste of time. 

SIDE NOTE: It was brought to my attention that this episode shares similarities to a Saved By The Bell episode titled “Rockumentary.” While the overall outline is pretty dead on (the rise, fall, and rise again of a garage band) the actual episodes themselves are extremely different. Annnnd Even Stevens did it better. No surprises there. So, WHO CARES?!

Aside from this being my personal favorite episode of the series and meeting my ranking requirements, I have a few little bonus stats to back up my decision to deem "Band on the Roof" worthy of the top spot:

It's the highest rated episode of the entire series on TV.com, boasting a 9.6, which I wasn’t aware of until a few days ago and was honestly surprised.

Back in 2003, while the show was still popular/on-air, some fans held a march madness style poll for the Best Episode of All Time and "Band on the Roof" was the winner.

This episode has popped up on various nostalgia articles as one of the greatest in the series. One of my favorites is by a published author and screenwriter in the biz who also ranked it #1 on her Top 7 favorite episodes of Even Stevens list. [article] 

In the comments of this episode on YouTube, (which I probably should’ve saved before Disney recently deleted the video... ugh) the general viewer consensus was that it's a widely beloved episode and one of the greatest/solidly written/most memorable. Easily Top 3 or Top 5 in the opinion of others.

I've gotten quite a few comments across the socials for the blog from readers asking about where this episode will be ranked and/or simply randomly stating that ‘Band on the Roof’ is the greatest and iconic.

Basically, there is massive love for this episode. No matter what, there’s a good chance you'll consistently see this one mentioned as one of the best or at least in someone's personal favorites -- Myself included. Obviously, me being a musician and loving the mockumentary style/drier humor here has contributed tremendously to my favoritism -- but the general fan love and praise, mixed with the actual solid content of the episode, makes me feel like ranking it #1 is justified. As objective as I tried to be throughout this process -- I created Even Stevens Ranked to get some personal thoughts and opinions out of my system. Well, that, and to do my best to highlight how fantastic this show is. Please remember, at the end of the day, this is my list. So. :)

Now that I’ve finished the project, I’m honestly quite satisfied with the outcome here. Not only am I so unbelievably proud that I actually saw this thing through to the very end -- I feel like my Top 10, in particular, (or the Top 25 on a larger scale) is the most solid crop of episodes I could’ve ever come up with. I think they all include nice and important moments for all of the characters, some of the strongest humor, and capture the spirit of the show the best. They’re objectively pretty darn good ones to subject a newbie to if ya ask me! 

This project was extremely difficult. It was time-consuming and stressful, but it was also such a blast and only solidified Even Stevens as my favorite show of all time in my heart even more than it already was. When I started, I always knew that “Band on the Roof” would be #1, “In Ren We Trust” would be dead last, and “Influenza” would be #15, but other than that I made countless changes to the list as I went on. The closer I got to the end, I was worried that I’d look back and hate my list, but I’m so relieved to feel very confident in my final decisions and reasons for those decisions. If there’s anything I’d change, it’d probably be to rank “Stevens Manor” sliiiightly higher. But still, I don’t even wanna say that because I have no real problem with placing it at #17. It’s not a bad slot. As I’ve said many times, anything in the Top 25 is pretty much top notch to me.

So... What else is there to say? Here we are. 65 episodes down. 0 to go. The entire series ranked and reviewed. Mission accomplished. From the moment I posted my very first review, I always hoped I’d make it to this point but for whatever reason, I never thought I actually would. I talked about this a little bit when I hit my one-year milestone. Milestones like that are what kept me going, though. Even the littlest ones. I’ll seriously never forget when I completed 5 reviews and hit #59! It felt like the greatest accomplishment ever. And so on and so forth...

For years, I felt like I was some weird, lone fan of this show. I thought that maybe 5, 10 people tops, would care enough to read this blog. I am shocked at the decent following Even Stevens Ranked has garnered over the last two years across Instagram, Facebook, Twitter and right here on Tumblr. My strange urge to rank and review every episode of this fantastic show has somehow turned into a ~community~ that is 1k+ strong if you combine all four social accounts. That is staggering. Meeting other fans of the show through this blog has been so, so awesome and I plan on keeping Even Stevens Ranked alive because of that. I can’t just leave it behind. I have some cool ideas moving forward, including a pending podcast. :D

I can’t thank you enough if you’ve actually bothered to read even just one of my reviews and found it the least bit interesting. We went on this weird little journey together. So thank you! Truly.

I’ve completed what I initially set out to do, but you can definitely expect a bonus video review for a change of The Even Stevens Movie sometime in the near future. I mean, how could I do a project like this and NOT discuss the big finale film?! 

Just a reminder that there’s a Twitty-Stevens Connection design up on Redbubble! Available in black text and white text. 

Thank you sooo much for reading. You know the drill! Please, journey into the Disqus comment section below if you’re so inclined. I’d love to hear any of YOUR thoughts now that this crazy project is complete. Ahh.

- Brittany

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