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[theviridianbunny]

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Shots from my half of an art trade with my love @vrovij (be sure to go check out her amazing art) - I made her OC Roshan within the cyberpunk cc and took him on a little photoshoot! Here are just a few shots from the shoot ! Thank you for trading with me Spin- and for trusting me with your angel ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

#roshan #bunny takes virtual photography #art trade #art swap #gamingedit #virtual photography #dailygaming #vrovij #note: Roshan uses he/him pronouns - any clownery or bigotry about the oc or my vp will get you blocked - #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #cp2077

[vaspider]

If you think that Joel was wrong, I don't want you anywhere near me.

Let's talk about the last episode.

I'm going to say right up front that I'm a parent, and I'm a survivor of medical abuse, so I'm not going to brook any bullshit or clownery in the notes of this post. I block easily and freely, and if what I say in this post makes you feel sad or defensive, I encourage you to sit with those feelings and interrogate why you're feeling so defensive, because to me, this is extremely cut and dry.

Joel was right. Marlene was wrong. There is no argument to be had here, because this is the Trolley Problem, With Zombies!

Let me be clear: there is no world in which I let them do anything like that to my child, but more importantly, there is no world in which I let them do that to Cat without her active, informed consent. That's where there's no argument to be had. That's where it is open and shut, no discussion, if you think that there is an argument you are just wrong.

There is no nuance on this for me, and that's probably because I am a victim of medical abuse, doctors doing things to me without my informed consent. I find it hard to empathize with people who think there's any nuance in it at all, however. You cannot build a new, just world on the abuse, medical rape, and murder of a child. You just can't. This is the Trolley Problem writ large, and the only moral answer is that the only way to do that would be with Ellie's informed, active consent.

There are decisions my daughter has made which changed her life forever, and made it (at minimum) much, much more difficult, and which might shorten her lifespan or kill her. I supported her in this because she made that decision. It was not made for her. So I have absolutely clear-eyed perspective on this as a parent, and I don't think there's room for another perspective.

Oh, so people might die if Ellie isn't at minimum lobotomized and at worst killed? Yeah, that's the same argument that forced birthers make. No one has a right to any part of my body or anything within it without my consent, and saying otherwise is exactly the same argument that the people who think that people shouldn't be able to get abortions make, it only differs in scale.

It reminds me of the old joke where a man asks a woman if she'd sleep with him for a million dollars, and she agrees, and he says, okay, so what about five dollars? The woman gets irate and says "what kind of woman do you take me for?" And the man replies, "We've already established what kind of woman you are, now we're just haggling over price."

If generic-you think it's okay to take Ellie's body and use it without her permission to save a million people, you're the same kind of person who thinks it's okay to force someone to carry a pregnancy to term. It's already been established that you think that people don't have a right to their body if someone else "needs" it, so we know what kind of person you are. Now we're just haggling over the price. I know that's wording it very strongly and I stand by it, because I've dealt with exactly this kind of paternalistic nonsense, and it did almost kill me. No one is justified in making any decisions about my body but me. Period.

And before we have folx coming in here talking about vaccines, etc.? Listen. If I choose not to vaccinate myself, and I'm excluded from things as a result, then that's a decision that I have made. I don't think people should be physically forced to be vaccinated, but groups of people get to consent or not consent, as a group, via laws, about being around someone who will physically make them sick. The key difference here is about who is doing what to whom, and whether someone is acting upon another person. Walking past someone in public in a leather harness isn't going to modify their organs via pathogen; walking past someone spreading a pathogen that hangs out in the air for hours out of your gaping, infectious piehole is actively doing something to other people.

Joel was right. Thank you, goodnight.

#tlou #tlou spoilers

[snwusberry]

untitled

pairing: est. wooyoung x fem reader

genre: angst (?), fluff

word count: somewhere in the thousands

warning(s): lowkey, if not, highkey bullying, is there language? disney villan type tea

note: this was actually taken from an smau hens, the reader bring female. my apologies

|  Y/N  |

i was literally just minding my own business, trying to live my best life when a witch. a witch who's presence is draining to whoever is around her. her aura is negative and she goes around spreading it like a disease.

i ignore her, the music on my headphones to block her out which she clearly hates. she just has to have my attention.

she snaps her fingers in front of me which makes me roll my eyes and give my precious attention to her.

"what do you want?" i flat out ask. no life in my voice whatsoever which makes her roll her eyes.

"so hostile." she holds her chest in fake sadness.  "can't we put the past behind us? i'm trying to be civil"

i loudly scoff, damn near laughing. she can't be serious.

"yeah well i'm not. leave me alone."

"always so bitter. i still wonder what wooyoung saw in you. you're always so negative, it's draining." she slyly comments in an overly dramatic way.

what did this bitch say? excuse me but as far as i'm concerned i'm not the one who threw their best friend down the stairs and landing them in the ER over a guy, but sure, i'm the negative one?

"are you done harassing me? i'd like to go on with my life." i deadpan.

i honestly don't even know why i'm still entertaining this clownery. she's been at it for like 3 weeks now.

"don't you feel any type of guilt? none whatsoever?"

my face twists into a confused expression because i truly don't know what she's going on about.

"what?"

"don't act confused. you knew all along how i felt for wooyoung yet you still went ahead and accepted his advances. how could you do that to your own friend?" see this is what we're not gonna do.

she never once mentioned having a crush on wooyoung. she never told me anything and if she thinks i was supposed to pick up on her hints then she's gone mad. i'm no mind reader so i had no clue.

"i don't have time for this today" i stand up and attempt to walk away when she runs her big mouth again

"it's funny. how low are his standards that you're the one he fell for? you're just not right for him."

i turn around slowly to face her. no way she just said that. first of all, who even talks like that? it's ridiculous.

"what did you say?"

"you don't deserve to be in a relationship with him. he's too good for you. i mean, how could someone like him be wuth something like you."

i look at her baffled. something? how was i friends with someone so... shallow?

"and who deserves to be with him? you?"

"yes! see, you get it. you're not right for him."

i scoff at her words, fighting the urge to roll my eyes.  "get it together. at the end of the day you're not the one he liked. i can't control who he has feelings for so hop off my case please."

"i bet you don't even like him. you only said you reciprocated his feelings to get to me because you're jealous of me."

hmm, childish AND deluded. that's not cute in the slightest bit actually.

"me? jealous of you?" she nods. "your head is so far up your own ass that you even started talking shit. why would i be jealous of someone who's so ready to throw away their friendship over a guy? a guy i told him i like him because that's how i felt. not to spite you, not to get at you, none of that. the world doesn't revolve around you and things won't always go your way. you're so delusional to even think that way. "

"can't you see that you're being so unfair? you're such a backstabber, you deserved what happened to you. if you had a conscience then you'd break up with him."

i shut my eyes really tight to try and hold myself back from getting violent because one more word, i'm gonna swing.

"have a good day" i simply tell her and try to walk away again.

"i'm not gonna back down without a fight."

the complete and itter bullshit im hearing right now.

"goodluck with that because you're fighting alone. so again, have a good day." i finally get the chance to walk away.

who does she even think she is? calling me all that? i think not. i got better things to worry about. got me messed all the way up, absolutely not.

i sit down under a tree and quickly send wooyoung a text before it starts raining.

just my luck.

i hear the crunchy sound of shoes on the pebbled ground behind me but i don't flinch or look back, i just keep my eyes trained on a bald spot in the grass like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

"baby?" his voice immediately brings the slightest tears in my eyes. i haven't gotten to talk to him in what feels like forever because we've both been so busy so the sound of his voice brings me unimaginable comfort.

curse me for being a weak ass bitch. i need to stand up for real.

"why are you out alone in the cold?"

"i love the cold. see, i'm thr-thiving." ew why did i stutter like that? i'm not doing this, sorry.

"come on. let's take you home." he offers me his hand to help me stand up, completely ignoring my previous words and weak voice.

"i'm good right here you go without me" my voice got shaky i don't know if it's because i'm trying not to cry or if i'm shivering from the cold.

he just sighs and stands there a little longer, the only sound being from the rain pattering softly on the ground and a bit louder on the umbrella wooyoung is holding.

"okay then." he then sits down right next to me on the wet grass he closes his umbrella and he just sits with me in the rain which makes me slightly panic.

"what are you doing? you're gonna catch a cold."

"well you refuse to let me take you home and i'm not leaving you here alone. so i guess we'll both get sick since you wanna be so stubborn." his voice comes out so stern but i can't help but smile at his words. he's way too selfless for his own good.

"stop being such a sweet person, people will take advantage of you." i murmur, looking at the grass again and bringing my knees closer to my chest in attempt to get sone sort of warmth.

he just laughs and looks at me but his face quickly changes to that of worry when he hears me sniffle. "you wanna talk about it?"

i just look at him and scoff, trying to brush it off. "what makes you think anything is wrong?"

"your eyes are bloodshot with tears streaming down your face while you sit under a tree in the dirt as it rains."

"okay maybe something is wrong."

"well?"

i guess i should tell him. i can't pretend everything is okay, especially not with him. hell call me out on my bullshit.

"aria. she..." i let out a much needed breath before continuing. "...she told me that i don't deserve to be your girlfriend. she mocked me, told me i'm not good enough and that you'd be better off with her. she said it doesn't make sense for someone like you to be with something like me. that's not even the worst part she said i deserved being pushed down those steep ass stairs which landed me in hospital due to the fucking trauma my head experienced. oh, she also called me a backstabber for reciprocating your feelings, telling me that i lied about my feelings to spite her, which, i'm not gonna lie, kinda stung. who is she to doubt how i feel about you?" wow, saying really makes me feel pathetic for reacting this way, like why didn't i just ignore her from the get go?

"and it got to you?" he simply asks and i nod my head at his words.

"she's obviously trying to get to you. you did nothing wrong. absolutely nothing. she's trying to get you to rethink our relationship because guess what? she's bitter." he speaks softly and his words make me smile.

"i'm not as naive as she thinks i am. nothing she says will make me rethink anything about us because you're literally the best thing to come into my life."

it's true. spending time with him always makes my day better, hearing his voice always makes me feel better. everything just feels right when he's around and it really makes me see that i'm down horrendous for this man.

"i absolutely adore you. not your appearance. i fell for the person that you are, your looks are just an added bonus. and if she's so vain and thinks that looks are everything then that's her own problem. plus i like my girls a little ugly anyways."

"hey."

there's a second of silence before we both laugh. i know he's joking when he says that. like i know i'm absolutely stunning babes, you don't need to tell me twice. that's not even what got to me because unlike her i'm not shallow and i'm very secure in my looks, you don't even have to worry about me with that one.

i lay my head on his shoulder and he rests his head on mine, wrapping a comforting arm around me and we just sit there in the rain. together like the dramatic people we are.

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[la-pheacienne]

I posted 979 times in 2022

That's 979 more posts than 2021!

212 posts created (22%)

767 posts reblogged (78%)

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I tagged 821 of my posts in 2022

Only 16% of my posts had no tags

#hotd - 390 posts

#house of the dragon - 205 posts

#anonymous - 128 posts

#rhaenyra targaryen - 103 posts

#daemon targaryen - 93 posts

#daemyra - 79 posts

#bcs - 48 posts

#alicent hightower - 46 posts

#hotd clownery - 33 posts

#bbc merlin - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i discovered how to do hyperlinks like 3 days ago and i'm obsessed from now on i will put one in every single one of my posts because i can

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The 💖💖"where is duty where is sacrifice"💖💖 line being tossed around as the ultimate motto/inspiration of green stans is genuinely the most pathetic thing that happened to this fandom and an undeniable proof of most people's Americans's functional illiteracy.

You are literally preaching for institutionalising internalised misogyny, and sounding like that disgusting woman from the Handmaid's tale I don't even remember her name cause I don't watch the show that held the female protagonist so that her own husband can rape her.

Of course you're gonna tell me oh you're a hypocrite shipping incestous couples and promoting feudal ideology, everything is permitted in the context of the story, right. Everything is permitted. The difference is that it's according to the context of the story that Alicent and her clan are the antagonists, something that many people have forgotten and I don't entirely blame you for that because the shitshow is very confusing. Still, according to the context of the story Alicent is a spiteful, vengeful and treasonous conservative freak, who slut-shames, slanders and undermines the heir which directly led to her horrible death, and all of this because she's a woman. So yeah, according to the context of the story, using her ridiculous line as words to live by is really problematic and that's code for fucking disgusting.

I even saw a person saying that they don't blame Alicent for wanting to usurp Rhaenyra because Rhaenyra made it so easy for them. And why is that ? Because she had sex and kids with another man, because of that she made it easy for them so she deserves being eaten by a dragon on the orders of her brother. Because she had sex. This is the level of clownery we're at.

Green stans literally don't realise that the Hightowers' aim was power all along, that their main quality is greed and they used whatever they could to slander and undermine the rightful heir weaponising her gender against her. It was never about her supposed immoral lifestyle, it was always about her fucking vagina and Hightowers' greed and misogyny and that's literally supposed to be the reason why they are the bad guys but people are literally using the very reason they are the bad guys as a means to defend them? Like??????

Honestly I can't block fast enough.

130 notes - Posted December 5, 2022

#4

Ok but the parallel between Cersei absolutely terrorising the shit out of Littlefinger in the "Power is Power" scene and Alicent being sexually abused by Larys in order to get him to do what she wants is just.marvellous.

They are both Queen regents. That literally means they are like one of the 5 most powerful people in all seven kingdoms, not to say the most powerful people in all seven kingdoms after the king himself. They both happen to have a faithful servant/counselor that also happens to be a psychotic murderous piece of shit, no disagreement on that. Both these counselors try to exert power over the Queens but the Queens' reactions are totally not the same. Littlefinger tries to scare Cersei by saying that he knows everything that happens, implying that he can take her down at any moment. Larys terrorises Alicent by executing murder that she didn't order, but in her name, thus blackmailing her. Cersei kindly reminds Littlefinger that he can be the most powerful and unhinged Lord in all Seven Kingdoms but she is still the Queen, on top of that she is fucking insane and she will cut his throat on the spot if he defies her again. Alicent on the other hand has Larys masturbate to her feet so that hopefully he will do as she wishes. Alicent, the Queen regent. That could literally order his execution on the spot. He is a simple disabled Lord and she is the Queen and she needs to give him sexual favours so that he obeys her? What she could have done is negotiate, and blackmail back, in a power move that is worthy of real Queen regents in history who had political wit and ruthlessness and ambition. A power move that is worthy or book!Alicent herself. Imagine the dialogue and the character development that scene could have given us. But nope, wasn't meant to be. What we got instead is a disabled person being creepy and abusive and Alicent being a victim yet again.

And you are still wondering why this isn't an engaging character? You are still wondering why the general audience doesn't give a fuck about her?

140 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

#3

My two cents on episode 7 because I just watched it.

It was an amazing episode. I will even argue that it was the best episode so far. So many things happening, nothing felt rushed. The funeral after party was GOLD. So many dynamics being explored between all the characters, so many feelings expressed just by angry stares, longing glances and half spoken innuendos. Like a pot slowly boiling and ready to explode. The fight between the children was perfect, the fight between Alicent Rhaenyra and Viserys later on was easily the best scene in HotD until now. I am team Black until the very end and I love Rhaenyra with all my heart but I FELT Alicent in this episode and THIS is great writing. I absolutely loved that Alicent regretted her actions afterwards, I also loved how she expected her father to be pissed and judgemental, and he was judgemental but at the same time appreciative, like? That's some great, multilayered dialogue there, people. The way Daemyra schemed and plotted their wedding and Laenor's escape was GoT season 1 material. Epic plot-twist.

Let's talk about Daemyra. I went over many posts here about the couple, and I admit that I am genuinely confused. I will address some of the complaints I saw: Matt and Emma don't have chemistry. Emma wasn't into it. Daemon wasn't into it, he was blank and passive and indifferent. The sex scene was short and we didn't see oral sex and different positions, orgasms, eye contact, whatever. The dialogue before was also lukewarm because Daemon didn't confess his undying love for his niece on one knee. We still don't know Daemon's motives because he doesn't speak. He didn't show enthousiasm after the mariage proposal. Etc etc etc.

Part of the reason for this reaction IS the incredibly high expectations. Another part is the ridiculous nature of a lot of these expectations. With all due respect for Daemyra's shippers out there (because I am one of them) I think you are confusing this show with Pride and Prejudice. This is not a romance show. This is not a show about the epic love story between Daemon and Rhaenyra. This is also not a romcom. It's a Game of Thrones show. The love story is a part of it, not even the main thing. Yes the dialogue wasn't exactly lovey dovey, yes Daemon didn't start crying when Rhaenyra proposed, he didn't swear eternal love and devotion like Romeo. No, he didn't go down on Rhaenyra in a feminist power move.

I'm sorry, but who fucking cares.

I've said what their dynamic in this episode definitely wasn't, let's see what it actually was. Let's talk specifics.

What I saw with my own eyes, was two broken depressed people coming together again under the least ideal circonstances (hmm the funeral of Daemon's wife hello). I saw a very bitter and hurt Rhaenyra that still longed for Daemon. I saw a depressed Daemon that felt everything is lost to him until Rhaenyra confessed her feelings. I saw a very strong female character pursuing what she wants. I saw tenderness, love, devotion. I don't need romantic words for it, I saw it. It was fucking there. Daemon finally let slip the real reason why he chickened out in the brothel and in the mariage ceremony: wasn't for the throne, wasn't for his own ambitions, but for HER. "I spared you, you were only a child = you didn't understand what you were doing and how much it would cost you, your reputation, your claim to the throne, everything, so I let you be because I cared so much for you". "You have a place in my court if this is what you need" "I need NOTHING", said Daemon the ambitious bastard who only wanted Rhaenyra for the throne. Yeah. That's why he was so hesitant in Rhaenyra's affections, that would CLEARLY benefit him, that's why he was so considerate, and cautious, and afraid and hopeful and tender. Yep, the throne. That was the WHOLE fucking point of Rhaenyra pursuing HIM instead of him pursuing her. To show that he wants HER and not the throne, he wants what's best for her and he wants to make sure that's what SHE wants. He's not trying to seduce her because it would come across as yet another plan to get the throne. His feelings are already clear, Rhaenyra knows it, we know it, we saw how depressed he was and we saw the longing in his glances and the tenderness in his words, we didn't need big rom-com déclarations. So, Daemon's motives aren't clear people? Really? WTF.

The dialogue before the sex scene was impeccable. The most romantic scene in the whole GoT universe. Let's talk about the actual sex scene. Yes it was short. Yes I don't care. Again, this is not a romance movie. The sex scene was extremely cute, appropriate for the CIRCOMSTANCES (FUNERAL HELLO) and the characters position in this particular chapter of the story, Rhaenyra is not a cheerful teen anymore and she gives the deadly victorious possessive look in the end that I personally loved. Yes it was short, but again, it's not an epic romance movie, it's Game of thrones and there are other, more important things to show than oral sex, sorry. Go watch porn.

The only complaint that is valid is the lighting. That was shitty.

162 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

#2

Lol Daemon at his worst is still an absolute mood

279 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The "Daemon groomed Rhaenyra" claims are really getting on my nerves. No he didn't.

No he didn't.

The first time they kissed they were adults by MODERN standards and the first time they interacted with a romantic undertone she was of age by medieval standards. The rest of the time he wasn't even in court.

The only reason you losers can't stop bitching about Daemon gRoOmINg Rhaenyra is because Rhaenyra actually wanted to fuck Daemon since forever. If it was a bunch of candidates for her hand in marriage at 13 years old, which was the fucking NORM in the middle ages, you wouldn't give two shits, but because Rhaenyra actually liked Daemon and they actually had a connection, suddenly he's somehow gRoOmINg her and we are romanticising pedophilia-

Shut the fuck up. Seriously just shut up, enough.

300 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

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[falloopidydoop]

I think the most frustrating thing about the bots is that if a robot with any sapience, any at all, like the sapience of a hamster, was found to be posting here, this community would probably throw itself on a grenade to protect it, and allow it to post as much as it liked.

If a literal Roomba found some accidental way to post something consistently, sapience not necessary, it would probably get 20 million notes. King of Tumblr, easy. Most popular account.

Bots posting isn't even the PROBLEM, if it were proper Cracked Cheek ass robots this is really the first place they should post.

But everybody has to trudge through the clunky ass process of report>block>next like they're clearing out emails in the morning, with the tiny, tiny, tiny possibility that they accidentally hatersmash the first sapient bot on the internet, and THAT

that fucking sucks. I'm so tired of being passive about things like this. There should already be some ultra-sophisticated thing that just pongs this crap back where it came from with no sweat from you.

People should not be able to gack together some sort of janky Python thing and sell it to needy fucks who then spam everyone else the way they're also turning the phone system into an unusable non-medium after 100 fucking years of the phone system's painstaking development. God forfuckingbid we continue using the human voice for communication across continents in 2022.

But everything online is just "managing the incoming thoughtless bullshit from your abusive family and trying to smile and continue socializing with people you like while the hideous customer screams at you with zero consequences and also don't show any emotions nobody likes" type shit, and has been for far, far, far, far too long.

Sarkeesian should have been able to push one button and go back to bed while The Algorithm handled tirelessly slapping the GamerGate mob back into obscurity without her input. I'm sick of tech that only enables shit people. I'm tired of crapasses being able to utilize the power of automation and high human volume while the rest of us are stuck fighting all single threaded.

I'm so, so, so tired of shitty people being able to automate their shitty so that they just have to turn it on and go back to sleep while everyone has to fight their shitty with their human time like it's a job, and that's the ONLY paradigm. We should have been able to automate our No Thank You, Shitty so that it protects us with 3 Mhz frequency, 24/7, starting years ago, so that none of this clownery is even possible. I should never, ever, ever be forced to interact with anything that I did not choose to, ever.

We need to get some Programmer Socks together and crowdsource something that finally solves this shit once and for all whether the Platforms like it or not, is what I'm saying.

#shitposting

[youngpettyqueen]

Hiya! If you're still doing that WIP ask game, could I please request "rumor has it" and "for the man who gives everything"? Thank you! ^_^

P.S. I LOVE your idea for a fic about Hawkeye and the still in PoA omg!!!

yo!! im totally still doing the WIP ask game its so much fun and I love any excuse to ramble about my writing- thanks so much for asking!

"rumour has it"

it's this post. ive been working on this one on and half ever since I made that post, actually. its been slowgoing due to a) and miles to go before i sleep b) writer's block and c) I keep making new WIPs because I have absolutely no self control whatsoever and if I dont write down every idea I have im gonna die

anyways onto writings cause I have quite a bit for this-

"“Mornin’, sir,” Radar greets, all pleasantries, though he’s wearing an additional anxious look over his usual nervous one, “I was wonderin’ if you maybe had a minute?” 

BJ offers him a warm smile. “For you, Radar, I’ve got at least two,” He tells him, “What can I do for you?” 

Radar manages a little smile of his own. “Oh, well, thanks,” He says, “It’s about a patient, actually. I’ve got one who could use your help. Think you got enough minutes for that?” He asks. 

BJ chuckles. Radar’s tone isn’t urgent, so it’s probably not anything serious. Probably one of his animals with another splinter, or a runny nose. “Sure, Radar,” He agrees, “Bring ‘em on in. Is it one of your pets again? I warn you, if I have to surprise-deliver another litter of guinea piglets, I’m gonna have to charge you.” He jokes. 

Radar’s expression goes nervous again. His eyes flick to outside the door- he still hasn’t stepped fully into post-OP, just sort of hovering half-inside. “Uh, not exactly,” He replies, “Y’see, it’s-“

“Not exactly?” BJ would recognize that offended tone anywhere. Sure enough, Hawkeye shoves his way inside not a second later, nearly bowling Radar right over seeing as he’s got his arm around the kid’s shoulders to lean on, “What’s that supposed to mean, not exactly? Just which one of your animals are you comparing me to?” He demands."

this one is all silliness! thats it thats all just a lot of silliness. Hawkeye's hurt (not seriously) and he won't tell anyone what happened, and BJ's determined to get to the bottom of it. the 4077 rumour mill does nothing but make his mission more difficult, as rumours escalate to ridiculous levels. which uh, all becomes really funny when you find out what happened. which is in the post itself

bonus because this bit makes me laugh-

"“Sir- sir, you’re gonna fall-“ Radar is saying, managing the impressive feat of staying upright as he keeps up with Hawkeye hounding in on him.

“Oh, no! No, no, no!” Hawkeye continues, undeterred, hobbling after Radar like he’s chasing him, “You opened this can of worms! Which of your animals are you comparing me to? It better not be-“"

because I love some Hawkeye and Radar clownery <3

"for the man who gives everything"

I do not have anything written down for this one besides plot notes to myself, but I do have the blurb!

"All the ways Klinger shows how much he loves everyone, and what they do to show him how much they love him.

Or, 6 times Klinger did something just to make someone else smile, and 1 time everyone got together to return the favour."

classic 5(ish) + 1, centring on Klinger because I love him. I recently got to Where There's a Will, There's a War in my rewatch and Hawkeye thinking of when Klinger got him the magazine made me wanna cry, and I realized I havent really written anything about Klinger despite how much I love him! so, the idea for this came to mind

this will be a longer oneshot (like rumour has it) where Klinger goes out of his way to do something nice for another main cast member, all from the POV of others, and then it will be how everybody repays him from his POV. because Klinger deserves the world and im gonna give it to him

again, thanks so much for the ask!

#mash #fic bitching #one of these is silly one of these is going to have me in tears while I write it #Ive jotted down what Klinger does for Hawkeye and for Charles #and both concepts made me wanna weep #so. good luck to me who has to write them! #rumour has it is just for fun #it exists in my head as a B plot #like thats going on meanwhile the main plot of the episode is the usual horrors of war #I hope people read it and know that something awful is happening elsewhere

[korra-of-the-watertribe]

“I don't need luck. I don't want it. I've always had to struggle and fight, and that's made me strong. It's made me who I am.”

Daenerys Targaryen // Prince Zuko Parallels

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[dandelioncore]

2020 is the year we stop giving a shit about having a 'respectable' gender identity and just go ape shitt instead

#yea hi hello any clownery in the notes will get you blocked #nonbinary pride #nonbinary #non-binary #they/them #neopronouns #gender queer #genderqueer #yes i have more than one name and what about it? #call me robin or moth or moss or whatever other names i get attached to in the next however long #either call me my name or my title: [radio static] #oh huh static is also a pretty good name u can call me that too

[twstedtales]

༺ 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 !

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ::

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 ::

༄  i accept scenarios (500 words), headcanons (bullet format), and one shots (1k words)

༄ 2 characters per scenario, 4 characters per headcanons and 1 character per one shots so that i won't get overwhelmed. the only excemption for this is through groups (dorm/vice dorm heads, first years, etc)

༄ reader is gender neutral unless stated otherwise (female insert). i won't write for male requests yet in fear that i won't be able to write them properly! (this may subject to change).

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 ::

༄ no crossovers and songfics.

༄ no yandere, cheating/infedelity, body topics and poly relationships. i'm too weak hearted to write yandere 😂 and also, no romanticising bullying, mental health, suicide and the likes for obvious reasons.

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༄ for twst, i can't write the staff in a romantic light. this also includes niege-san and che'nya-san. and for tears of themis, i won't write for celestine, kiki, morgan and other side characters.

༄ anything that tackles culture, nationality, religion, etc, requests will be rejected because i don't wish to steriotype anyone or disrespect them.

༄ no to dubcon and noncon.

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ::

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#once upon a dream - general tag for scenarios (both twst and tot)

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#twst incorrect quotes

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[moonflowerlesbians]

“choose your battles wisely”

Un-beta’d and written after surgery, so please take with a grain of salt. I’ll reblog with the AO3 link in the morning!

Rated T, ~4.1k. Fluffy, Hurt/Comfort

~~~

Jamie is an idiot.

Or, to be more specific, she is an absolute goddamn buffoon of the utmost clownery.

This is, more or less, Dani’s internal monologue as she follows the sound of pained grunts to a somewhat obscured section of the sprawling statue garden, where she comes across a rather disgruntled gardener lying flat on her back in the mud. Her oilskin hat has fallen to one side, and Jamie stares, bleary-eyed, at the grey England sky overhead. There is a decently sized marble sculpture on the ground beside her.  

“You alright, there?” Dani calls, after only a brief moment of amused silence.

“Jesus!” Jamie swears, her entire body twitching, which causes her outburst to dissolve into a groan. “Christ, Poppins, wear a bloody bell,” she grumbles.

Dani rolls her eyes. “You alright?” she repeats, quieter this time.

“Oh, who, me? Yeah, ‘course. Just, you know, enjoying some ‘me time.’” She moves to raise her arm in a weak attempt at waving Dani off, but the limb makes it mere inches off the ground before flopping unceremoniously into the dirt. “Taking in the views...”

“Some view,” Dani notes, with a playful, sardonic lilt to her voice. A pause. “Owen made sandwiches if you’d like to come in for lunch.”

“Be right there,” Jamie replies halfheartedly. She does not stir, her gaze still fixed on the dreary cloud cover, a firm set to her jaw. “Don’t wait up.”

“We might as well walk back together.” Dani crosses her arms. “That is, assuming you’re almost done with your ‘me time.’”

“Almost done. Right. Yeah.”

Dani watches the deep inhale as Jamie steels herself, the muscles of Jamie’s stomach flexing with effort. With a sharp gasp, Jamie pushes herself onto her elbows, but she only lasts a quick second before she’s once again lying prone, muttered curses falling from her lips.

Dani winces sympathetically. “Oh, baby, don’t hurt yourself.”

“Bit late for that.”

“What did you do?” She kneels at Jamie’s side, moist soil dampening her jeans, and brushes wispy brown hairs from her face.

“Picked a fight with the wrong woman.” Jamie nods at the overturned statue. “Credit where credit’s due, she’s stronger than she looks. Heavier, too.”

“So, you decided you were going to move a marble statue, on your own, after a rainstorm, which resulted in you, what, throwing out your back?” Dani translates. “And you thought this was a good idea because…?”

“Never said it was a good idea.”

“And yet here we are.”

“Right, well,” Jamie sighs, “we’ve established I’m not the sharpest knife in the block.” Her eyes meet Dani’s, defeated. “If you would be so kind as to lend me a hand, I’d rather not like to die like this.”

“All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.” She thinks she catches a fleeting smile before it is replaced with a grimace.

Gingerly, Dani wedges her arm between Jamie’s shoulders and the earth below, murmuring gentle apologies at each indication of discomfort. She offers her other hand for Jamie to grab. Together, they work her into a sitting position. Jamie’s chest heaves, and her face is a ghostly shade of white.

They stay like that for a minute. While Jamie catches her breath, Dani’s fingers rub what she hopes are soothing circles into her back. How long has she been out here?

“Are you okay to walk?” Dani asks.

“Suppose we’ll find out,” Jamie says in a tone not at all reassuring.

Dani braces herself and takes both of Jamie’s hands in her own, digging her heels into the dirt. “One...two…”

On three, she pulls, and Jamie staggers to her feet, with Dani catching the majority of her weight as she topples forward and the air goes out of her.

“JesusshitfuckingChristfuckshittinghellgoddamnit-”

“Okay, you’re okay,” Dani says, trying to angle herself to best support the woman about to get herself excommunicated for blasphemy. She can feel the tension radiating off of Jamie in waves.

“I’m fine, I’m good,” Jamie promises, very much not fine and very much not good. “Nothing’s broken, I don’t think. Just, ah, a little crooked, s’all.” Her breathing is labored as they take a few tentative steps.

“Look, you just rest here, and I’ll run back and get Owen--”

“No, absolutely not,” Jamie cuts her off. “If that man finds out, I’ll never hear the end of it. Little shit still brings up the Rosebush Incident of Eighty-five whenever I break out the pruning shears.” Her arm drapes heavy around Dani’s neck as they round a corner.

“What--”

“Don’t,” Jamie wheezes, “ask.”

“You realize how dumb that is, right? And I’m definitely going to ask,” Dani says, guiding them toward the front door. Jamie stops short.

“Side door,” she explains, “servants’ hall. Won’t go past the kitchen. Can use one of the empty rooms until I sort myself out.”

“You might want to get your head checked if you think I’m leaving you alone like this.”

Dani readjusts her grip, while Jamie nimbly flips through a massive ring of keys Dani swears she’s never seen before, yet Jamie handles with the expertise of someone who does this daily. Which, Dani realizes, feeling rather stupid, she probably does.

“Fuck,” Jamie says under her breath as the door opens, revealing a hallway Dani has yet to explore. Dani sees the problem. She looks at Jamie. She looks at the narrow staircase. She evaluates her upper body strength.

Then, Jamie is making a rather undignified noise as Dani lifts her without warning, and Dani would be lying if she said the look on Jamie’s face isn’t extraordinarily satisfying. Something about seeing her stoic, mulish girlfriend, gone limp in her arms, looking at her, a little awestruck, well… it’s a sight Dani intends to cherish. And definitely not for the potential blackmail purposes.

Only after Dani gingerly deposits her on the blue quilt in Dani’s room does Jamie say, deadly serious, “We never speak of this again.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dani says, “take these.” She plops two pills and a cup of water in Jamie’s hand and disappears into the adjacent bathroom.

“That’s the spirit, Poppins,” she calls after her.

“Come on,” Dani says, reappearing in the doorway. “We need to get you out of these wet clothes before you catch a cold.”

“I’m fine,” Jamie scoffs, visibly shivering.

“The mud stain on my duvet says otherwise. Come on. Up you get. The bath is filling.”

“I can’t ask you to let me use your bath.”

“Good thing you’re not asking, then.”

The half-formed rebuke dies on Jamie’s lips, and she nods as if to say, touché, but Dani is certain she will not be hearing the end of this. She beckons Jamie up and pulls her into the other room, leaning her against the countertop. Without thinking, she begins undoing the buttons on Jamie’s top.

“Blimey,” Jamie remarks, not pushing Dani away, but stilling her movements.

Dani can feel the heat rise in her cheeks. She backpedals. “I, um, I didn’t-- I’m so sorry.”

Jamie just laughs, “Only teasing, love. But, ah, I can probably take it from here, yeah?”

“Um, yeah. I’ll just… be in the bedroom. If you need me.”

Dani slumps against the door as it closes behind her. The sound of the water running mimics the rush of blood in her ears. They’ve only been doing... whatever this is between them for a month. Not long at all. Certainly not long enough to be undressing her in the middle of the day with people in the house while she’s in pain. Dani hadn’t meant it in an erotic way but, Jesus, Dani, show some restraint.

She exhales. Right. Organize. Jamie will need a towel. She’ll need dry clothes. Maybe tea? A warm compress. Or ice? What do people put on sore muscles? A massage? Dani swallows thickly and shakes off the thought of Jamie’s smooth skin beneath her fingertips, tightness dissipating as Dani works the knots away. She absolutely does not imagine Jamie melting into the mattress or the moans that might escape through her lips, and she decidedly does not dwell upon the rare sight of Jamie, pliant and entirely relaxed.

Absolutely not. Shove that into a box and come back to it later. It’s worked well enough in the past.

Right then.

Dani sets about making the necessary rearrangements, shuffling her boots into the closet, digging out appropriately loose clothes for laying about, and swiping a plate of sandwiches from the kitchen, making some excuse about Jamie being too busy to come in, but she sends her thanks. Owen raises an eyebrow at this, but apparently does not feel the need to comment. Hannah, however, takes one look at Dani’s muddy knees and frowns.

“Miss Clayton, you had better not be tracking mud through my house.”

“Yes, Miss Clayton, or else you will have to mop up the mess just like Miles!” Flora states, intently focused on the cucumber and cream cheese sandwich on her plate.

“I told you it wasn’t me!” Miles objects loudly, his drinking glass making contact with the table with a bit more force than necessary.

“It’s in the past,” Dani dismisses, before the situation can get out of hand. She turns to Hannah, and, in her best I’m-setting-an-example-please-go-with-it voice, says, “Of course, Mrs. Grose, I made sure to wipe my feet at the door, but I will clean up any messes I made because it is very important that we all clean up our own messes.”

“Right you are, dear.”

“Could I get a cup of tea to take to Jamie as well? I’d make it but…”

“Say no more,” Owen rises from his seat at the table. “Wouldn’t want to poison poor Jamie, now would we?” Then, with a chuckle, “She’s got you properly whipped, hasn’t she? Trekking lunch out to whatever corner of the grounds she’s wound up in.”

“Why’s Jamie whipping Miss Clayton?” Flora pipes up.

Dani feels her face flush. “Oh, sweetie, she’s, um, that’s not--”

“What Owen means to say, is it’s very nice of Miss Clayton to deliver a meal to Jamie while she’s working,” Hannah says pointedly.

Owen coughs. “Ah, yeah, to-tea-lly leaf-ly of her to help out.”

“Hannah, I was thinking of taking my lunch with Jamie. Would you mind keeping an eye on these two for a little while?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” Hannah chaffs, “They’re an awful lot of trouble, these two.”

“You think,” Owen chimes in, “they’d behave if I told them I could use a hand baking biscuits this afternoon?”

“I suppose that might do it,” Hannah says, an expression of faux pensivity creasing her forehead. “What do you think, children?”

“Oh, yes, Mrs. Grose, that would be perfectly splendid!”

“Can we make snickerdoodles?”

“Don’t see why not,” Owen says. He hands a teacup to Dani. “Off with you. Go find your knight in mud and dungarees.”

Dani shoots them a grateful smile and heads back upstairs, delicately balancing the cup with the plate of food. She knocks thrice.

“Yeah.” Jamie’s voice comes muffled through the heavy wooden door as Dani cautiously turns the knob.

Dani lets out a moderately embarrassing squeak and immediately averts her eyes, intent on looking anywhere except at a very wet, towel-clad Jamie. “Oh, um, good. Y-you found the towel.”

“That I did. I, ah, wasn’t sure if these were for me,” she gestures to the neatly folded stack of clothes on the bed, “didn’t want to assume.”

“They’re, um, they’re for you.” There’s a fascinating crack in the floor Dani has never noticed before. It’s about four inches long and almost invisible.

“Hey, Dani, you can look.” Jamie sounds almost concerned. ‘S’okay. It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before.” She grins wryly.

“No, no, yeah, I know. It just, I don’t know, feels different when it’s not for that reason.”

“Dani Clayton, not a fan of casual nudity. Noted,” Jamie teases.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t a fan.” Dani places the tea and sandwiches on the bedside table, stepping into Jamie’s space.

“That so?”

“Mhm,” Dani hums, “and I’m going to stop this runaway train right here. You’re injured.”

Jamie huffs. “Bloody rude.”

“How’s your back?”

“Feels fine. Right as rain. I’ll just get dressed and go back out--”

“You most certainly will not. You are going to get dressed and get in this bed and you are going to rest.”

“But I’ve still got to finish in the statuary, and Hannah’s brought up a crack she wants me to fix, and--”

“--and all of those things can wait. I’ve taken care of enough idiotic teenage sports injuries to know that straining it will only make it worse. So, put these on, and get into bed.” She leaves no room for disagreement.

“I can’t believe you just used your teacher voice on me.”

“I can’t believe you’re being this obstinate.”

“I’m fine!”

“Why won’t you let me take care of you?” It is not aggressive. It comes out softly, a hint of confusion combined with an ounce of desperation.

Jamie freezes. “I don’t…”

“You only took a bath after I practically forced you--”

“I wouldn’t--”

“You could’ve really hurt yourself.”

“I know, but--”

“How long would you have laid out there in the mud before calling for help?”

“Dani,” Jamie interrupts, an appeasing thumb running along the inside of Dani’s wrist, “look, I just…” she sighs. “It’s not that easy.”

“It is, though,” Dani insists.

“No, love, it’s not. Not when you’ve been… well, not when you’re me.” She pauses, sits on the bed, and nudges Dani down next to her. “I don’t like feeling useless, s’all. People look at you, see you laying about, they see weakness. Someone to be pitied or someone to be taken advantage of. Just once is all it takes for them to get the idea you can’t stand on your own two feet.”

She seems a million miles away, a decade, even, and Dani waits. Jamie will continue if she wants to.

“I don’t like being pitied. And I know that’s not...that’s not what you’re trying to do.” She chooses her words carefully, as if walking through a minefield. Dani stands on the other side. “No need to give me the talk about everybody needing help. ‘Cause, in theory, yeah, that’s true, but when you’ve always been the one doing the helping... it… it’s not all that easy to be on the receiving end.” The last sentence is rushed, and Jamie finishes with a humorless snort of laughter. Her thumb has halted its caress of Dani’s skin.

Dani is silent for a moment. Coddling would be met with rejection. Not outright, no, but Dani knows better. Jamie has lain bare this piece of her soul, held out a fragment of her identity in tender hands, and trusts Dani to take it under her care, treasure it. Jamie had woven the tale of her life under the moonlight, and Dani has spent the past month trying to unravel the threads, to understand. Now, Jamie has given her a new string to follow, but she cannot pull too hard, lest it fall apart.

Dani speaks, quiet, but firm. “We’ll just have to practice then, won’t we.”

A flicker of confusion passes over Jamie’s face as she processes. Then, she softens. Her thumb resumes its rhythmic movement.

There will be other times, Dani has said, and I will stay and I will be here for you because you aren’t alone anymore.

And that seems to be enough.

Jamie exhales through her nose.

“Bit nippy in here. Might, ah, might want to put on some clothes.”

Right. Yes. Of course. Jamie is still in a towel. Gooseflesh has risen along her legs, and she shivers.

“Oh, oh, yeah,” Dani stammers, “I’ll just--” She mimes turning around and is met with a chuckle.

“You weren’t this shy the other night, if memory serves.”

“That,” Dani reiterates, “that was different.” She makes a show of fussing with the corner of the duvet, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles.

Jamie makes a noncommittal noise low in her throat. “I’m decent.”

Dani had picked the clothes, sure, but for a woman who prides herself on preparedness, actually seeing Jamie in Dani’s old elementary school t-shirt and loose-fitting, flannel trousers causes the circuits in her brain to fry.

“Your tea’s getting cold,” she says dumbly. “I didn’t make it,” she adds, noting Jamie’s look of skepticism. Apparently satisfied with that answer, Jamie sips at her beverage and slides under the covers, gesturing for Dani to join her. She shakes her head. “I still need to clean myself up. Hannah’s watching the kids for now, but I really should get back to them.”

“A tragedy of Shakespearen proportions.”

“You need anything else before I shower?”

“No, thank you, love.” Modest affection shines on Jamie’s face, and she speaks so genuinely Dani’s heart aches. She smiles.

“Get some rest, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Jamie gives a mock salute, at which Dani can only roll her eyes before exiting  into the bathroom with an extra towel and a change of clothes.

When she returns, wringing her hair out, she finds Jamie soundly asleep. The teacup has been placed on the table, next to the plate now missing a sandwich, and Jamie is curled on her side, puffing slow, measured breaths.

Chamomile tea. Who knew?

Dani makes sure to close the door quietly, and she does her best to herd the children away from that side of the house.

It’s about time for supper when Dani makes her way back to her room. When Jamie does not answer her knocks, Dani opens the door, praying the hinges will not squeak for once. Jamie is still nestled in Dani’s bed. She’s rolled over, though, facing the door, and Dani can see her bangs billowing slightly with every breath. Jamie’s nose twitches where the hair tickles it.

This isn’t the first time Dani has seen Jamie in her bed, and she certainly hopes it won’t be the last, but this, this casual intimacy, is something so precious to her. She wants it to last.

Dani perches on the edge of the mattress, reaching out to remove the offending strand of hair from Jamie’s face, and Jamie stirs.

“Hey,” Dani whispers, and Jamie cracks an eye. She presses a hand to her forehead. One of her shirtsleeves has fallen to the side, revealing pale collarbones.

“Hey.” Her voice is gravelly, sleep-laden, in a way that makes Dani’s stomach turn over itself. “Time s’it?”

“Around six, I think?” That grabs Jamie’s attention. Before Dani can stop her, she’s scrambling to sit up, completely forgetting that’s a terrible idea and acting surprised when she topples back onto the pillows with a grunt.

“Easy, easy…” Dani scolds sweetly, as Jamie gasps. “You’re okay. Just lay back. That’s it.”

“Christ.”

“Forgot why you ended up here in the first place, huh?”

“I can’t believe you let me sleep all day,” Jamie says, when the stab of pain fades. “Thought you’d at least wake me up after an hour or so. Had things to do.”

“We said they could wait.”

“You said they could wait.”

“You can’t seriously be mad at me for making you take care of yourself.”

“Feel like I wasted a day, s’all.”

“Well, you didn’t. Taking care of yourself is never a waste,” Dani says, effectively ending the argument. “Do you want to come down for dinner, or do you want me to bring it up to you?” Jamie opens her mouth, but Dani continues, “Before you answer, I want you to think about whether you’re making this decision based on what’s easiest for me, or what you actually feel capable of doing.”

Jamie’s brows raise. “Someone’s feeling bold this evening.”

Dani resists the urge to shirk away, to cave. She knows Jamie would drop it instantly, reassuring Dani that she hasn’t actually overstepped. Instead, Dani says, quietly, sincerely, “You don’t have to put your needs aside to make my life easier.” She considers, leans down so that she’s laying next to Jamie on the bed. “Besides, I like taking care of you.”

Jamie studies her. Whether she’s looking for the lie or for Dani to pull back and say, “just kidding!” Dani doesn’t know. Jamie presses a gentle kiss to her lips, a kiss that speaks the words she cannot. A kiss that says, I’m working on it.

Dani stays close when they break apart, their foreheads touching. “So, dinner?”

“Should probably make an appearance.”

Dani gives her a pointed look. “‘Should’ or ‘want to.’”

“Want to,” Jamie assures, amusement dancing in her eyes.

“You know,” Dani says, helping Jamie sit up slowly, “we should probably tell them how you hurt yourself, or they’ll assume it was from less, hm, virtuous activities.”

“Dirty bird.” Jamie swats her arm. “Owen, maybe, but not our good, Christian Hannah.”

“But do you really want to deal with the comments at the table?”

“Fine. We tell them I fell, and that’s it.”

“Right, so I shouldn’t mention your incredibly stupid idea to move a heavy marble statue without help?”

“Not ideally, no.”

Dani pouts. “Do I at least get to ask about the Rosebush Incident of Eighty-five?”

“You’re not gonna let that one go, are you?” Jamie sighs. “Fine. Ask Owen, then. Suppose you’ll find out about it eventually.” Dani places a gleeful kiss on her cheek.

“Come on, let’s get some food into you.”

The few hours of bedrest appear to have paid off, Dani thinks smugly, as Jamie is perfectly capable of walking herself down the hall. Jamie, however, seems to be rather content to use this as an excuse to lean into Dani, and Dani can’t say she minds all that much. She stands on her own as they near the kitchen and moves with only a slight limp and a wince Dani only catches because she’s looking for it.

At another time, she’ll wonder how often Jamie has hidden her pain.

“There she is!” Owen exclaims when they take their unassigned, assigned seats at the table.

“What happened, dear?” Hannah says simultaneously, as Owen does a double take, clearly trying to figure out what he’s missing. It dawns on him a moment later.

“Fell. ‘M fine,” Jamie shrugs.

“Must’ve been some fall,” Owen remarks, with a smirk that has Dani wary.

“Hm?” Jamie does not look up from the roll she’s buttering.

“You’re wearing Miss Clayton’s clothes,” Flora observes helpfully. Dani chokes on her water. Shit. How could she have missed that?

To her credit, Jamie continues without faltering. “Tripped, landed in a mud puddle, and I didn’t have a change of clothes in the truck. Miss Clayton was nice enough to loan me hers.”

Well, the first part, at least, is true. Dani pinches herself for not asking if Jamie had her own clothes to change into. Even if she does look divine in the free t-shirt they gave Dani when she started teaching.

Owen seems skeptical, but, blessedly, he drops the subject in favor of animatedly recounting the story of their baking adventures that afternoon.

Hannah catches them after dinner, just as Dani is preparing to send the children to bed. “Will you be staying the night, Jamie? In the unfortunate event your injury acts up, of course,” she says with a mirthful wink.

Jamie looks to Dani for an answer, her mouth moving but no words coming out.

“Yes,” Dani decides for them.

“I’m assuming I won’t need to make up the guest bedroom for you?”

“Oh, um, no, thanks. That won’t be necessary.” Dani isn’t sure why she’s blushing. It’s not as if the whole manor doesn’t know about them. They’d tried hiding at first, sneaking about and slipping into dark corners like teenagers. They were not very good at it.

Later, with Miles and Flora safely asleep and Owen and Hannah having taken their leave for the evening, Jamie returns to Dani’s bed, this time with Dani sliding in behind her. Dani nuzzles into her back, careful not to touch any sore areas.

“I know I was an idiot,” Jamie’s voice cuts nervously through the darkness, “but, ah, just wanted to say thanks. For caring about me. Not really...not really used to that.”

Dani can feel her entire body tense. She presses tender kisses along Jamie’s back. “Of course,” she murmurs, and she hopes her conviction comes across. “Always.” She hesitates. “You’re not wrong about being an idiot, though,” Dani giggles.

“You like it.” It’s not meant to be a question, though Jamie’s voice wavers.

“I do,” Dani confirms affectionately, “I do.”

Jamie relaxes against her.

#woohoo! #accidentally wrote like 3k more words than planned but its fine #pls enjoy jamie being a dumbass #and dani forcing her to accept affection #the haunting of bly manor #thobm #thobm jamie #jamie #damie #dani clayton #jamie x dani #dani x jamie #Hannah grose #Owen sharma #flora wingrave #miles wingrave #fic #writing #my writing #thobm fanfic #damie fanfic #jamie taylor #Danielle clayton #bly manor

[protectwoc]

why all reylos are racist

y’all can go ahead and cancel me now because some of you are not going to like what i have to say and i am completely okay with that.

this recent gq interview with john boyega has incensed me. hearing all the things he went through, from disney and from “fans” and with no support from anyone… i’m livid. sometimes when i think about it for too long i start shaking, i’m so furious. and the response from the reylo fandom has infuriated me to a degree i honestly didn’t know was possible.

some of you may have seen my recent tumblr rampage. it’s reylo bullying hours here on my blog, and i’m not sorry either. one person threatened to post screenshots of my comments, which like… okay? i know what the fuck i said, it wasn’t that long ago. in fact i was going to include the screenshots in this post right here, but they blocked me before i had the chance. sorry. i’m sure somebody has them. anyway…

over the past two days in the star wars fandom we have seen something unprecedented: an outpouring of support for john boyega. both reylos and anti-reylos have joined forces to voice support for john in the wake of the gq interview (and the blm protests, let’s be real, some of y’all would not have given half a fuck if it wasn’t suddenly cool to be antiracist). and this showing of unity is one of the most rage-inducing things i’ve ever seen in a fandom (which is saying something; i have seen some shit).

reylo fandom, full offense intended, but where the fuck do you get off? you’re supporting john now? where was this support when tfa came out and you couldn’t stand the thought of him next to your white-girl-self-insert? where was it when tlj came out and your boy ryan completely sidelined him? where was it earlier this fucking year when y’all twisted a harmless joke (like yall haven’t spent years writing reylo-throne-room-sex-meta BULLSHIT) and ignored the vile racist shit coming from your own fav’s mouth? but you’re supporting him now? now that being antiracist is trendy? fuck outta here with that bullshit.

your fandom is the reason for the vast majority of the absolutely subhuman treatment john has endured over the last few years. your fandom influenced ryan (yes i know what his name is) to write tlj the way he did, you have behaved indefensibly here on tumblr.hell writing and drawing and fantasizing about all sorts of racist bullshit, and y’all have STAYED in his twitter mentions spewing hatred seven ways to sunday. but NOW, without a shred of self-reflection, you’re supporting him? now his experiences are valid?

the way that your fandom refuses to take accountability for its actions makes me see red. y’all stay on some “not all reylos” nonsense and i am SICK OF IT. i’m only gonna say this once, and i want you to hear me: you cannot be a reylo and be “antiracist”. you cannot participate in a fandom that has behaved the way yours has and say “blm, uwu acab.” you can’t. like do you think black people are dumb? that we can’t see right through you? we can.

“but rae,” i hear you whining. “you’re gonna say just because i like two characters together i’m a racist?” and of course not. that would be ludicrous. i think just because you knowingly engage and participate in a fandom that has racism encoded in its dna, you’re a racist. i think because y’all are in bed with racist harassers, racist trolls, and racist content creators, you’re a racist. that’s what the fuck i think. y’all lost the right to “it’s just a ship” me the instant you dragged john boyega into this.

here’s an example: i watched tfa about three days after it came out. i watched the first half, saw the obvious relationship set up between finn and rey, and thought, “aw, cute.” then i watched kylo and rey fight, watch him offer to teach her, and thought, “... interesting.”

when i got home i checked tumblr for finnrey content, saw the outpouring of love from black fans, all the cute fanart and fics blooming, and smiled. then, slowly, guiltily, i searched “reylo.”

BOOM. racism. the things i saw in the tag that night are tattooed on my brain. reylos rejoicing about the obvious rey/kyle pairing because “sw would never put her with that monkey finn”. calling him an “oaf”, “useless”, “bumbling”, “stupid”. reylos joking about how “when they talked about the Dark side, [they] didn’t think they meant that kind of dark.” “woke” reylos pretending to ship stormpilot in an obvious ploy to get finn away from kylo. and in between all of that, cute ship art. fun fics. talented gif makers. and nobody saying shit about the reprehensible behavior going on in their tag.

reylo is built on a foundation of racism. from that first week, racism has been woven into the fabric of your fandom, and it’s been going unchecked. and i don’t mean calling out other reylos. that’s not enough. i mean taking actual steps. y’all have been sitting in a cesspool of racism for five years, and its time for you to get the fuck out or shut the fuck up about being an “ally”. y’all need to leave this fandom.

don’t agree? here’s another story. in 2017, when i still watched supergirl (before i grew taste) i shipped karamel. for those of you who don’t know, karamel is the ship of kara zor-el (supergirl) and mon-el, her second love interest. when supergirl was moved to the cw for its second season, the decision was made to abruptly end her romance with jimmy olsen, played by mecahd brooks (a black man) and replace him with mon-el, played by chris wood, a white man, who was revealed to be, among other things, an alien slaveowner, as well as a playboy and all-around terrible person. and i shipped them. look, i’m not defending myself, but i never really bought the chemistry between jimmy and kara. even though mon-el’s introduction and the way that they carelessly disregarded kara’s feelings for jimmy made me uncomfortable, i thought the way melissa played her attraction to chris wood was more believable (and again, i’m not defending myself, but they are now married so it’s not like i was wrong). so i shipped them. simple as that, right?

well, no. not really. because the inherent racism in the way the writers wrote out her admittedly sweet romance with a black man in favor of a white slaveowner jerk kept bothering me. and finally i decided that it made me too uncomfortable to participate in. i never really reblogged any karamel fandom stuff, but i completely divorced myself from the fandom. i stopped reading karamel fic, and i switched to reblogging exclusively jimmy/kara content until the fandom died out/i stopped watching. i made a choice that real life racism is more important to me than a fucking fandom or a ship, and then i acted accordingly. simple as that.

and i’m not saying you have to stop liking the reylo dynamic. i still like the chemistry between kara and mon-el. i’ve shipped problematic ships before (bamon comes to mind) and i don’t think there’s anything wrong with that (to a point). but there’s a difference between liking a ship dynamic and engaging and contributing to a fan culture of racism. you have to stop participating in the fandom. y’all are in bed with people indistinguishable from confederate-flag-waving-all-lives-matter-touting racists and you don’t feel the need to get out of that environment? there comes a certain point where you have to decide if fandom bullshit is more important to you than fighting racism, and unfortunately, reylos have chosen wrong. that, ladies and gentlemen, is why all reylos are racist, regardless of what they say. roll credits.

except i have more to say, so i’m gonna say it. first of all, i’m not trying to hold myself up as some kind of paragon of virtue. i’m not holier-than-thou because all my ships are “woke” or whatever. chemistry is subjective, and we’re all going to be attracted to different ship dynamics, and there’s nothing wrong with that in theory. what matters is the execution. i finally had to say one day, “you know, this ship and the racist baggage it carries is actually less important to me than battling systemic racism on every level, including the fandom level”. y’all thought being antiracist was gonna be easy? that you wouldn’t have to make some actual changes, to make some actual sacrifices? sorry not sorry to disappoint. and if i, a normal-ass person with flaws and problematic thinking that i’m still dealing with and the whole ine yards, can make that decision, then other people should be required to as well.

(what really irks me is that the karamel fandom wasn’t even really that bad! i definitely could have gotten away with being a karamel stan in 2017. thankfully the supercat and supercorp shippers were doing the lord’s work and bullying them into submission (don’t think i’m letting y’all off the hook either, y’all have got some racism to deal with as well but that’s an essay for another day) but like most of the racism happened at the writing level; the fandom itself wasn’t engaging in racist clownery on the regular. but like the reylos are. y’all see racist bullshit coming from your neighbor, fav fic writer, artist, gif maker, whatever, and don’t say shit? don’t feel the need to distance yourself from them? gtfoh.)

i made this argument earlier when i was on my rampage (which i’m still on btw so don’t clown in my inbox, you will get your shit rocked) but i’m going to make it again because i feel like its important to note. when i pointed out that existing in the reylo fandom while you are aware of its racism makes you complicit in that racism, a white reylo told me earlier that (paraphrasing, my memory’s not as good as it used to be and i did mention that they’d blocked me) “you don’t solve a problem like systemic racism by ignoring it. leaving the fandom would be allowing it to happen.” when i pointed out that that’s police officer rhetoric almost verbatim, she (a white reylo) admonished me (a black woman) not to compare police brutality to a “ship war.” lmao.

look, clearly y’all need a refresher on what “systemic” means. it means, quite simply, that there are systems, large and small, allow for racism to exist, and it also means that allowing for racism to exist on the small scale means expecting it on a large one. like you think police officers spring fully formed from the head with racist ideals already ingrained? no! they learn it and learn to justify it with “well just because my friend made a racist joke doesn’t make me a racist” and “just because i laughed at my friend’s using a racist term in my video game doesn’t make me a racist” and “just because my friend is a racist doesn’t mean i’m a racist” and then we have people watching their coworkers kneel on a man’s back for 8 minutes with no remorse. i’m not gonna solve police brutality by fighting reylos on tumblr, but fandom racism is real racism with consequences on our world, and i don’t tolerate ANY type of racism. and the fact that you are so willing to not just tolerate it but justify it should say something to you.

and not all reylos are like this. similar to cops, good reylos don’t last. i have seen people grow so disgusted by the racism in the reylo fandom that they publicly turned their backs on it, and those reylos i respect. you’ve heard of “the only good cop is an ex-cop” well get ready for “the only good reylo is an ex-reylo”.

(and also like far be it from me to justify a cop but one could at least say they have their livelihoods to think about (not like they couldn’t just pick a nonmurderous profession but i digress) but you reylos can’t even choose between taking a stance against the hateful and unjustified bullying of a man who had the audacity to… get a job (?)... over a ship? come on now.)

the point of all this is, for all their posturing about “being antiracist” and “fuck 12” and “support john boyega”, reylos have decided that a relationship between two fictional people is more important than all the black and brown people who are hurt by that decision and the consequences of that decision. and before y’all pull some “b-but there are POC reylos!” (stop fucking using poc as an adjective, its a noun, it stands for person of color, please use it as such) internalized racism is a thing. busting out your token “reylo of color” (see how easy that was?) is not going to change my mind. all reylos are complicit in the racism of their peers, and being complicit makes you culpable. full stop.

and that is why the public support of john boyega from the reylo fandom has me seeing red. renounce your fandom or keep that man’s name out of your mouth. anyway, this was long and ranty and entirely stream-of-consciousness and i’m refusing to edit it so it’s probably completely incomprehensible to anyone besides me but if you made it this far thanks for reading ig. all reylos are racist, blm, fuck 12, acab, stan john boyega, don’t clown in my inbox unless you’re coming to bully me for being a karamel shipper, which i deserve (or do, i couldn’t give less of a fuck). good night.

#john boyega #anti reylo #raetalks

[starrrbitz-movedtonewblog]

(OLD) DNI BANNER + BLOG RULES

I've been meaning to make a DNI banner for this blog too after I made one for my UT/DR side blog, cause I have to block so many fuckers on this site, and that doesn't even include spam and porn bots. So here we go...

DNI if you're...:

- kink/NSFW/porn blogs (there are minors who follow my blog so please don't)

- incest shippers (this includes adoptive siblings and step siblings)

- pedo shippers (aging a child character up or aging and adult character down still doesn't change that it's still gross you disgusting fucks)

- homophobic, biphobic, panphobic, transphobic, aphobic, enbyphobic, intentionally misgender trans/enby folk or gatekeep labels (like saying bisexuality is panphobic or pansexuality is biphobic, or making fun of less recognized genders/sexualities or neo pronouns)

(basically if you're lgbt phobic in general, stay away from my blog)

- racist, sexist, anti-semitic, islamophobic

- fatphobic, ableist (includes neurodiversity), body shaming of any kind

- TERFs, rad fems, truscum, NAZIs

- anti antis, anti sjw, exclusionists

- pro shippers, MAPS/PEARS (yall are just pedophiles and aren't a part of the lgbtq+ community okay get fucked)

If you do any of the above, but you reblog my art or posts anyway, I will message you privately to take it down and then I will block you.

If you get aggressive or say no or try to make excuses, I will block and report you.

If you send me hate about these rules in the form of asks or messages or submissions, I will ignore and delete your dumbass messages, and I will block and report you.

If you cause drama and start fights about these rules in the notes of my posts, I WILL DELETE YOUR COMMENTS, BLOCK AND REPORT YOU

In short, If you do any of the above, LEAVE MY ART AND BLOG ALONE!!

I will not be taking any goddamn excuses or clownery from anyone, and I will be monitoring this blog and those who follow even more than before.

Those who are following these rules already, stay safe and on guard and please don't argue with these people or send hate to them. Trust me it's best to just block them, for your own sanity.

That's all, thanks for reading.

Edit: After a lot of months of ignoring it, I decided to add this:

DNI with ANY of my content if you are a Dream stan, support dreamsmp, and other mcyt who support him. I am not interested in them.

Edit: finally decided to put this post under a read more, since it was quite long and it's easier for anyone (who follows the rules) to not have to scroll past a wall of text to get to my blog's actual content.

[Image ID: DNI: kink/NSFW/porn blog, incest shippers (includes adoptive and step siblings), pedo shippers, anti LGBTQIAP+, misgender trans/enby folk or gatekeep labels, racist, sexist, anti-semitic, islamophobic, fatphobic, ableist (includes neurodiversity), body shaming, pro shippers, MAPS/PEARS. End ID.]

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#i had to finally do this cause lately it's been getting worse on my blog #so yeah #dni banner #dni post #important #dni #tani speaks #pinned post #please read my dni #please read #update i have now added a dni for dream and dsmp stans and mcyt #sorry guys but i dont really support them or care for them #they give me really bad vibes afte ronky a month or two of wtavhing them last year so yeah #plus i would like to scroll through the minecraft and mineblr tags without constant crosstagging #edit: added a read more so that wall of text is hidden but readable and less obnoxiously taking up space on this blog #edit: finally remade those DNI banners since my whole blog aesthetic has changed

[cobraonthecob]

seeing tdmm antis’ clownery got me thinking - in any case where it does become canon and horikoshi makes a bnha sequel series that has them becoming bad parents or something a la LoK’s kataa.ng, how would i feel?

And to be honest, I think I’d be able to ignore it and keep making a ton of fics where canon is ignored because I have the current show’s tdmm scenes to back up a version where they didn’t become like what LoK did to kataan.g, largely because tdmm so far don’t have kata.ang’s issues: kataa.ng’s issues started within ATLA rather than LoK coming out of the blue with the whole ‘they became bad parents if you think about it’. ATLA’s S3 deteriorated k.atara and aa.ng’s relationship, starting with the superficial shipping scenes to the surprise kiss neither talked about until EIP, to when she got no support from Aa.ng when it mattered the most (TSR. i’m talking about TSR), to Ember Island Players...everything (i still hate that assault to this very day), to neither of them talking one-on-one after EIP, to Kata.ra and Z.uko building up their relationship to culminate in the Last Agni Kai...need i say more? And even before S3, we have notes of Aa.ng...just not being a great future partner for K.atara. There’s moments where he disrespects her culture and moments where Kata.ra has to think of Aa.ng as a partner because the narrative said so. 

And in any case, from what I’ve heard of the manga, we have nothing to point to a deterioration of tdmm’s friendship yet (and even if it did, we have at least five solid seasons worth of their lovely friendship) and I have no reason to doubt Horikoshi’s ability to keep characters in-character (despite some bad character design choices and some questionable narrative framing, but as far as I’m concerned, he can write) just yet, i can hold out hope that tdmm won’t go anything like ka did. 

Sure, there’s great friendship moments between Kata.ra and Aan.g, but for me personally, there’s nothing for me to get me onboard the ship (especially when there’s plenty of other Katar.a ships for me to jump aboard lol) while tdmm i could be content with anything happening and i’d continue to make my fics however i desired. Furthermore, bnha is a lot more multishipping friendly, largely because the BNHA girls aren’t done as dirty as Katara was - they’re not shamed by the narrative for not returning the guy’s feelings and they have a ton of good friendships everywhere (there’s 20 people in the class. have a field day) while Katara was limited to a friend group consisting of her brother, the kid that the narrative doesn’t want to be clear on what she feels about him until the last episode of the show, a weird little sister/daughter relationship going on with Toph, a male character that cares for her and has a whole narrative to her, and the girl dating her brother. There’s not a lot of shipping fuel for Katara except for the two infamous ships, whereas in BNHA, there’s a lovely sprinkling of shipping crumbs everywhere.

tl;dr: tdmm don’t have issues in their friendship in the show/manga, not like ka did during atla’s run, nor do i feel threatened or eclipsed by another todoroki or momo pairing and i would care less if it happened. Canon is a suggestion, my headcanons are my headcanons, and your headcanons are your headcanons. Blocking, backing out of a page, clicking the ‘x’, and not saying anything saves your energy and time

#nightfalcon posts #i'm literally just shooting this off because i've got too many thoughts #antikataang #anti kataang #this was a little 'tdmm antis can't clown me for what i do in atla when the Worst^TM happens' #but i'm going to be honest: i'm very close to stop shipping mmjr bc some of the stans Cannot Behave #i've been avoiding tddk as much as i can bc the stans scare me

[snarkwrites]

06 | gangsta ; sweetpea

Notes:

So.. the sexual tension. The longing. The lingering touches and all that awkward but cute shit.. That’s starting here. Can we say sloooow burn? Because considering I’m now six chapters deep and they really haven’t... Done too much as far as touching / flirting / interacting, yeah.. That’s what this is. If you weren’t looking for a slow burn, I’m honestly not sure what to tell you? Other than oops? Oh.. Also.. this chapter and the next one I’m posting will have a few days lapse between them as far as timing. So... just so you know. It’s alluded that Sweet Pea and Alyssa have kind of bumped into each other between this chapter and the next one, if that makes sense.

Also.. I’ve pretty much planned out what stuff I am using / changing a little now, so that’s good. I have a general idea. I might even add my own events / plots to this. I’m kind of.. tempted.

Warnings:

non canon compliant - this is the biggest warning, so if you’re into things that follow exact canon plot you are... definitely not going to like this. angst & slow burn, heavy sexual tension starting now, actually - this is just so everyone who started reading this thinking the smut would transpire in a hurry knows that apparently, it is not. violence / swearing & fighting, possible underage drinking and other shenanigans - look.. it’s high school. shit happens. also apparently, my ofc Alyssa uses the word fuck like all the time?... eventual sexual content / a virgin original character - this one is self explanatory. yes, i plan to write a smutty chapter in this at some point. when? i don’t rightly know. it’s got a while before we get there.

Pairing:

Andrews!Sibling OFC, Alyssa x Sweet Pea

Other Parts:

[ one - two - three - four - five - soundtrack ]

Other Stuff:

[ faq - tag list doc ]

Tagging:

@brithedemonspawn​ is the only person on my Riverdale tag list. If you’d like to be tagged for this story by all means.. Please let me know. Please, I beg. It’d make me super duper happy!!!

                                                     SIX.

“You could come up to the lake house with us. It beats sitting around here moping.” Veronica spoke up as she stepped in front of the television set in my father’s living room. I tried to peer around her, grumbling because naturally, she’d pick the one scene in the entire episode I’d been dying to see since I started to re-watch the show and she’d block it.

“You realize I am trying to see Charlie Hunnam’s bare ass right now, right?” I asked calmly. Reaching for the half melted pint of butter pecan ice cream on the table in front of me and my spoon. Nodding to the empty spot on the couch that wasn’t taken up by my legs. Veronica sat down and for a few minutes, neither of us really said anything.

“What’s your attraction to this show?”

“Jax Teller, Opie Winston... Motorcycles.. But mostly Jax Teller.”

“Which one is he?”

“The blond with the very nice backside.” I nodded towards the shot I’d been waiting an entire season for, Jax Teller getting out of the shower and walking across the room.

“You definitely don’t have a type, no, not at all.” Veronica gave a soft laugh as she muttered the words. With the scene out of the way, I turned to the side to look at her.

“I’m not even going to ask what you meant by that.” I muttered.

Things were always awkward and tense between us. We were polite. But that was about the extent of it. And I felt bad about it. Obviously not bad enough to actually make an effort, even though she seemed like a really nice girl and she made my brother really happy. Happier than he’s been in a long time if I’m being honest.

I just couldn’t get past the rift her family caused in mine.

Then there was her mother, trying to hook up with my father while her actual husband was locked up in prison… But mostly, the tension her father caused between my father and my brother.

“Listen.. I heard everything that happened between you and Reggie. And if you want to come to the lake house..”

I shook my head. “ I am not crashing on the whole double date getaway you guys have going on. Besides, I doubt I’d be good company right now.”

“You wouldn’t be crashing!” Veronica was quick to speak up. “I know you don’t like me. But your brother loves you and I really.. I want to try to get to know you.”

I nodded. Taking a deep breath as I admitted quietly, “It’s not you, okay? Look. I have zero problem with you. It’s all the crap that’s going on with my brother and your dad. I’m… I’m worried about him and how far he’ll go.”

Veronica sighed. We went quiet again and she admitted after a few minutes, “I am too. If you want the truth, I don’t really like how close my dad is to him either. I don’t trust it.”

I eyed her, a brow raised.

“That’s like a dream situation though. If your father likes him, you don’t have to worry about him resorting to any of his typical clownery to end things with you two.” I curled the ends of my hair around my fingertip as I tried to understand why she wouldn’t like her father and my brother bonding a little.

Then it hit me. It had to feel awkward. Your father popping in to borrow your boyfriend. But the look on her face told me that wasn’t the only reason.

“I know what my father’s capable of. And the more I try to stop it, the more he manages to get by with. I hate everything he’s done, okay? I just.. Wanted you to know that.”

I let her words sink in.

Eyeing her as I weighed mine. Managing a smile.

“You make my brother happy. I like him happy. So if you really want to try and get to know each other, we can. But I’m not going to intrude on you guys weekend get away, because one, awkward as hell and two, I can imagine that already happens enough with your dad butting in to get him to do something or another.”

Veronica nodded, smiling. “I understand. What are you going to do this weekend?”

“Honestly?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m probably going to rewind that one scene five million times and burn it in my mind… I thought about going down to the theater and catching that horror marathon but I dunno.” I shrugged.

“A horror movie by yourself?”

“Mhm.”

After my brother came downstairs, the two of them left for the weekend and I locked the door behind them, leaning against it. Wandering over to my dad’s stereo, turning it on a hard rock station I listened to when I was home by myself just to drive out the lack of noise in the house.

I wandered into the kitchen, gathering up dirty dishes and moving them to the sink. Taking chicken out of our freezer to thaw because I thought about making chicken parmesan for me and dad when dad got off work tonight.

Vegas wandered into the kitchen and dropped his leash at my feet with a soft thud. I stopped what I was doing to lean down and pet him, nodding to the door. “In a few minutes, buddy. I’ll go find pants.”

I finished piling dishes into the sink and I wandered into the laundry room, digging around in the dryer for the jeans I’d taken off earlier, tugging them up. The door bell was literally being leaned on and I froze.

Took a few deep breaths and reminded myself that all the Black Hood nonsense was behind Riverdale because the guy was dead. Thinking it was Archie and he forgot something and was in a hurry, I made my way over to the door, unlocking it. “Hold on, Archie, damn.”

It wasn’t Archie.

Reggie stood there.

“What do you want?” I scowled.

“I miss you, okay? This is driving me crazy. Can we at least just talk about what you heard?”

“What exactly is there left to say? You were basically gambling on my virginity.” I frowned and shook my head. Shivering as the wind picked up a little.

“We can go inside and talk, Alyssa.”

“I just told you. I have absolutely nothing to say to you. Look… what you did hurt, okay? Because  I thought… nevermind.” I muttered, going quiet. Blowing at bangs I’d just gotten cut earlier in the week. He reached out to attempt pushing my hair out of my eyes and I leaned away. Vegas yelped impatiently from the doorway, his leash in his mouth now.

Seeing Reggie, he started to make his way over. Reggie bent to pet the dog and I cleared my throat. “You need to go.”

“Just let me say what I came to say.”

I tapped a bare foot against white painted wood slats and tilted my head, gazing up at him. Waiting.

“The only reason I made the stupid bet to begin with is because you’re literally the one girl I couldn’t work up the nerve to flirt with. And when I did, my charm didn’t work on you. Kinda when I started to fall. You gave me a hard time, princess.”

“ I kind of wish I’d stuck to that, actually.” I muttered. “All you had to do, Reggie, was just talk to me? Ask me on a date, I don’t know…”

“I was stupid, okay?” Reggie went quiet. Stepped a little closer. “ I love you. When I made the bet, I didn’t know how I felt about you at all. Then I started to fall and I tried to get out of the bet, Alyssa, you have to believe me. I tried to tell you but every time I’d think about it, I’d freak out because you’re the first actual good thing I’ve had in my life in a while, okay?”

I scoffed. “Yeah, I doubt that.”

“I mean it. And I’m not going to stop trying to prove it.”

I shrugged. “Do whatever you want but I’m not guaranteeing it will work. I already went against my gut instinct and gave you a chance to begin with.”

I shivered a little, hugging myself. Reggie placed his hands on my upper arms, rubbing them. Gazing down at me.

“Reggie, you need to go. I just need to think.”

“Thinking is better than you saying you hate me now… I just.. You were my best friend when we were kids.. Then I kinda fell for you and now stuff just sucks.. I don’t have my best friend or the girl I love. Anything is better than nothing.”

Reggie left and I walked back inside, flinging myself at the couch. Pulling myself together for a few seconds. Really letting what he said sink in. Trying to figure out if I felt the same thing. Or if I felt anything at all.

I finally gave up trying to force myself into a decision and after leashing Vegas, I wandered out into the chilly night air. Down to Pickens Park because Vegas likes to wander around the big grassy area between the ballfields and the playground.

After playing  fetch with a stick Vegas bought over to me, I flopped onto the grass. Vegas settled beside me and I found myself just kind of lounging there lazily, watching the clouds roll over the darkening sky lazily. Pointing at constellations when I spotted one. Vegas seemed content to just lounge there, his head resting on my stomach with me lazily giving him behind the ear skritches.

A throat cleared from nearby.

Sweet Pea stepped out, hands in his pockets. Wandering over to where I’d lazily flopped onto the grass. Sitting down nearby with his back against the tree. Close but keeping a healthy distance between us.

“Do you always lay in the park at night and talk to your dog?”

“What if I do?” I answered, rolling onto my stomach, propping on my elbow to gaze at him, my hair promptly cascading in front of my face like a messy red curtain.

“Damn it. I should’ve just chopped it all off.” I grumbled, pushing my hair out of my eyes to look at him.

“You’d look hideous bald.” Sweet Pea flashed me a teasing smirk.

“Hmphf.” I grumbled in response to his comment. “What brings you to the boring side of town?”

Sweet Pea shrugged. “Wyrm was crowded. Full of shouting kids and shit. I wanted to take a walk.”

“Toni and Cheryl went to see that movie tonight.” I laughed softly. “They asked me if I wanted to go but I said I wanted to stay home. Kind of just not feeling it. Then my brother’s girlfriend asked if I wanted to go on that weekend trip they all took.”

“You could be soaking in a hot tub right now.” Sweet Pea teased, a lesser seen teasing smile tugging at his mouth as he glanced at me.

“Honestly? I’d rather eat glass than indulge in anything Hiram Lodge is a part of. I’ll be nice to Veronica and try to get to know her, but that’s pretty much it. You know he brought my brother a car, right?”

“Yeah. I heard.” Sweet Pea answered, glancing over at me.

“Dad wasn’t thrilled with it either. That’s fine. Absolutely fine. I want Dad’s truck anyway. I’ll just spend weekends helping dad work on it. It’ll be more time I can spend with the grumpy old man.” I smiled to myself. One good thing about moving to Riverdale was that I was finally getting to spend more time with my father and my brother.

“You couldn’t even see over the wheel though. Can you even drive to begin with?” Sweet Pea shot me a teasing glance. Quick to step away from me just a little further, raising his hands. “I’m not trying to invoke the wrath of the midget.”

“It’s called a booster seat, asshole. And actually yeah. I do okay at driving. I mean aside from a go kart incident back in Chicago...” I teased right back, the two of us sharing a laugh that fell silent.

Sweet Pea stood, holding out a hand.

I eyed his hand and sat up, grabbing hold. Letting him pull me off the grass. Vegas rose to sit on his hind legs, then made his way over, sitting down right between Sweet Pea and I.. the little space that remained, there is. When he’d pulled me up, he’d pulled me with enough force that I wound up barely pressed against him. Close enough that my breath caught in my throat for a few seconds.

We sprang apart. Sweet Pea’s hand settled on top of Vegas’ head lazily and he chuckled when Vegas licked his hand, wiping his hand on the thigh of his jeans.

“It’s late. And colder.” Sweet Pea pointed out, nodding in the direction of my house. I glanced up at the sky and unable to resist, I retorted, “You don’t say, captain obvious.”

I jumped back out of his way a little and he stepped up. Towering over me.

“C’mon. I’ll walk you back.”

“But sir. I have a perfectly capable guard dog? What would the upstanding hypocritical assholes on this street think.. A  big bad Serpent walking defenseless little me home?” I pretended to pout up at him, laughing softly. “I was joking.” I muttered a few seconds later.

He shook his head, muttered something I couldn’t quite make out and we started to walk down the sidewalk, towards my father’s house.

The streetlight flickered on above us, bathing us in soft and almost hazy lighting thanks to the fog that was starting to kind of set in.

The leaves crunched beneath my feet. Shattering this heavy air of silence that seemed to settle over us.

“I’m gonna.. Go. Back to the Wyrm.” Sweet Pea muttered abruptly a few seconds later. Lingering, even though he said he’d leave. Gazing down at me as if he were in a daze. Or caught up in his own thoughts. A million miles away.

“I need to get Vegas in the house.” I muttered, nipping at my lip as I held eye contact. Trying not to think about what I’d revealed to Cheryl and Toni a few days ago about maybe being attracted to him… But it was all I could think about at the moment. His eyes darted down, settling on my bottom lip. Then he shook his head, turning swiftly and disappearing around the corner up the street.

I walked inside, making the comment to Vegas, “That wasn’t weird at all, huh buddy?” Vegas just tilted his head, gazing up at me. I bent to take off his leash, hanging it up. Fluffing his fur before hurrying into the kitchen to grab myself a soda.

Settling in on the couch. Turning the television back on.

And promptly falling asleep in the middle of a rewatch of the first season of Punisher. And as I slept, I found myself dreaming about Reggie. And then, oddly enough, Sweet Pea.

When I woke up the next morning, it was to a few seconds of confusion because the dream I’d woken up from had been so vivid that I honestly thought it actually happened. I pouted as soon as the realization sunk in that it had been a dream.

And I grumbled in annoyance with myself because I wanted it to be real. Because lately, spending all this time around Sweet Pea, I was starting to feel like maybe I didn’t just think he was hot.

Maybe I actually did feel something.

Before that thought could take root, I was shoving it back out of my head again. Refusing to acknowledge it. Because the hot guys are always the ones that somehow manage to do the most damage. And I was still pretty hurt over the way things played out with Reggie. Afraid to open myself up. Afraid to trust. Afraid to try, if I’m being honest because I was at least 95 percent sure that Sweet Pea would probably laugh his ass off at me if I were dumb enough to do so.

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[astroyongie]

hey love ! I have honestly loved the angry head canons for nct 127 !! since I am a sucker for angst as well I was wondering if you could write a reaction where they get angry with their s/o ? also can you make it like super angsty ? thank you !!

note: thank you so much for your request, I have been so much into angst lately ! as you wished I make sure it didn’t had a good ending ! hope you like it 

ALSO I want to remember that English isn't my first language so I apologies for any grammatical mistake

warning: abusive words ; destructive behavior ; ansgt ; sensitive content; mentions of agression; unhealthy relationship 

NCT Reaction To Getting Angry At Their s/o 

Taeil 

He had waited. Waited all day on the couch, his eyes fixed on his phone. You had told him you were at your friends house, that you had spent the night in a sleepover with them. Taeil trusted you, so of course he didn’t asked further. Plus he wanted you to have fun you deserved it after the stress school pit you through. However when he saw that the friends you were supposed to be with had been on a party on their and that you weren’t with them, Taeil’s heart sank. At first he thought they didn’t snapped pictures, but the more he sighed into it the more he understood you had lied. He texted you, asking where you were. You kept lying to him.

He tried not to take conclusions, not to assume the worst but it wasn’t easy. So when you got home, a smile on your face, he couldn’t help but press his lips together.

“hey babe I am home!” You sang in a sweet voice as you put your keys down on the small table before removing your shoes and walking further into your shared apartment. You noticed Taeil’s blank face, which made you frown 

“something is wrong?” You asked

“where were you last night ?” He asked on a soft voice as he stood up from the couch 

“I told you I was at my-“

“stop lying!” Taeil yelled at you making you jump slightly in surprise “ do you think I am stupid ?” He asked his voice holding nothing but judgement “are you going to tell me where the hell you were and why you are lying to me ?!”

You open your mouth to speak but it closed right after, before you chewed on your bottom lip nervously. Taeil made a snorting sound, rolling his eyes 

“alright fine, just say you are cheating on me. I wouldn’t be even surprised” 

“what the fuck Taeil!” You asked loudly this time, your own anger slowly starting to form at your boyfriend’s accusation “ I didn’t cheated on you !” 

“then why did you lied! Where did you spent the night (y/n)? Why is it so hard to tell me huh ?” He asked his face already heating up from being angry 

“because!” You yelled throwing your hands in the air “ I went to see my ex okay ? He was having a hard time and he needed me. You know we are still friends and I knew if I told you that I was going to see him, you wouldn’t be okay with it so I had to lie !” You explained before Taeil went dead silent. His hands curled slowly into fists and his brows furrow in annoyance 

“you must be kidding me..” He murmured and you could notice how disappointed he was. Of course you loved Taeil and that hurting him upsetted you but there was still things you found hard to share with him as you were scared of his reactions 

“Taeil..” You warned on a soft voice “I didn’t do anything with him..”

“no of course you didn’t “ the boy answered with a chuckle as he gazed upon you with dark eyes “after all he is just your friend, right ?”

“Taeil..”

“don’t” he warned, his body already starting to shake from negative energies “ you are going to block his number and everything you have of him right now. In front of me. And then you are going to swear to me that you won’t lie to me ever again” the male explained before looking into your eyes which were getting wet from frustration “we are going to end this clownery right here. Because if you ever lie to me again and pull something like that I am leaving. But oh it won’t matter much right ? After all you are friends with your exes “ he threw into your face and you had to press your lips tight close to stop yourself from making another comment. You knew Taeil was mad and that he was hurt. But you also knew that now, it would be very hard to get his trust once more. You might just have started the end of a relationship with the person you loved the most.

Johnny 

Being angry was an a cute word to describe what he was feeling . Johnny had gave you clear instructions. You two came out of a party, and it was really dark and late. He had left his car on the other side of the neighborhood since there was no parking place when you both arrived. However when you both were halfway the way back from the party, Johnny noticed that he had forgot his key cars on the party’s lock-room. He had specially ordered you to stay close to this convient store which was open. There was enough light and at least you wouldn’t be by yourself. You had agreed. He left 

However what you didn’t expected was for the store to close as you waited for your boyfriend, and the lights becoming dim. You started to feel cold and to be honest you didn’t wanted to wait here all by yourself, so you decided to keep walking and go to the car by yourself and wait for johnny there.

As you walked through the dark empty streets, you grabbed your phone to text Johnny to let him know of your decision. However before you could even press the send bottom, you felt someone grab you from behind. You let out a loud scared scream, before the stranger pushed their hand against your mouth to keep you quiet 

“shh baby , dont make a noise” the raspy dirty voice whispered and you swore you felt sick on the stomach. You desperately tried to break free from the man’s grasp, tried to call for Johnny to save you, tried for anything that could prevent your worst nightmare from happening. And by some sort of luck you quickly found a way out of this aggressor’s arms, when Johnny appeared out of nowhere and punched the man square in the face while pushing you violently behind him. You stumbled on your own feet, falling on the ground and hissing in pain. Looking back, your eyes widden in shock as you saw Johnny beating the hell out of the man 

“Johnny!!!” You yelled his name desperately and thankfully it had been enough for him to stop and look back at you. Your eyes were filled with tears as johnny observed you with a dark disappointed look. The male then walked toward you and help you up on your feet. You tried to hug Johnny, the terrified feeling still running through your veins however you received a different type of concern. Your boyfriend didn’t let you hug him and instead held your face looking over at you searching for any wounds, scrunching his nose when he noticed your bleeding knees.

“johnny ?” You called weakly but the tall boy didn’t looked into your eyes or answered you. Grabbing your hand he stated to walk toward his car. You couldn’t help but tremble. Even during the car trip back to your shared place, Johnny didn’t looked at you. And maybe it was for the best, since his eyes held nothing but darkness and it surely scared you more than the man who tried to grab you. When he parked the car you softly tried again 

“johnny , please talk to me.. please “ you pleaded, your voice breaking as you tried your best not to cry. 

“do you realize what you have done?” He asked finally looking at you and that’s when you stated crying “you realize that if didn’t came in time you could have been raped or worst ? Like died ?” He asked his voice angered and full of disappointment 

“i-i just wanted to get to the car “

“you should have stayed where I told you to stay (y/n)!!” Johnny yelled loudly his fist hitting the wheel of the car “you are so careless! You never listen to me and look where you always end up!” He continued before opening the door of the car “ get out. I fucking need to sleep and forget the fact that you almost got yourself killed because of your stupidness “ he called you out before leaving the car. 

The worst wasn’t that Johnny was mad about the situation. No, he was mad with you to the point you had to sleep by yourself that night, despite the fear you had, despite still feeling those hands against your skin. You loved Johnny with all your heart and you knew he could be really a jerk when he was angry. However even if he was right, even If it was your fault. You would never forgive him for leaving you in that cold bed by yourself when all you needed was a big hug from him and reassuring words.

Taeyong

He already knew coming with you would be a bad idea. You had gave up a lot to come and stay with Taeyong. you had to leave behind your family, your friends, so when you announced him that one of your best friends - a boy - would come over to the city, you excitedly asked him if you guys could go and spend the day with him. Taeyong couldn’t say no to you. Not when you seem all happy about this. However he hadn’t expected for you to ignore him all day. Taeyong made sure not to say anything, not wanting to ruin the fun you seem to have. Despite all times you ignored his comments only to focus on your friend, or the way you would laugh at your friend’s jokes or even touch his arm playfully. He didn’t said a thing. Even when all his body burnt in jealousy when this friend of yours started talking about how he had a crush on you when you guys were younger. But where he lost it was when you didn’t pushed him away when his hand stayed lower than it should on your smaller back. 

You on the other side, noticed by the end of the day that Taeyong was awfully quiet. His puppy eyes were gone, and he made gazes at anywhere but you. He even was walking ahead of you not staying by your side, nor participating on the conversation. So when you said goodbye to your friend, and went to a small coffee shop with your boyfriend you definitely noticed something was wrong 

“alright what’s up?” You asked as you put two coffees on the table and sat down. Taeyong had one hand on his phone, eyes focused on the screen while he was bitting his nails on the other. You would even feel his right leg tapping repeatedly against the ground

“nothing”

“there’s definitely something wrong Taeyong” you pointed out, obvious to what had happened “you didn’t talk all day. You were rude to my friend. He thinks you don’t like him”

“hm”

You sighed at the lack of answer before observing your boyfriend. He was clearly angry but you could see how badly he was trying to hide another feeling behind it. It didn’t took you too much to figure out 

“you know I love you right ?” You asked and Taeyong finally looked up at you “he is just my friend. And I was happy to see him”

“i don’t care” he answered coldly before looking down at his phone and you sighed loudly again, your fingers tapping against the table 

“Taeyong” you called again and waited for him to look up before continuing “ don’t be stupid. You are making a scene”

“yeah i am the stupid one” he blurted out before turning his phone off and pushing it into his jeans pocket “after all I am the one who ignored my girlfriend all day for someone else” 

“what ?” You asked frowning your brows

“doesn’t matter” he said standing up from his seat and grabbing his coffee and jacket “I don’t want to talk about it”

“why are you being so childish ?” You asked getting annoyed as well and Taeyong clearly made a face at the fact that you were getting angry back “I didn’t ignored you! You were the one pushing yourself away from us !”

“yeah you right, my fault” the male simply said, rolling his eyes once he turned his backs

“taeyong!” You called but you watched as the male left the coffee shop without turning back. You sighed in disbelief before leaning against your chair. You hated when Taeyong was this sensitive and this insecure. And you knew he was waiting for you to come after him. But this time you wouldn’t give in on his childish behavior. no. You would make him wait and learn. After all, you did nothing wrong , right ?

Doyoung

You thought it would be funny. After all, scaring Doyoung was always full of laughs right? But maybe you had cross the line, that you didn’t thought about. Your harmless prank had not only scared Doyoung to death but he had made him extremely angry

“doyoung please “ you called desperately once more as you walked behind him

“leave me alone (y/n)!” He yelled angrily. Maybe pranking Doyoung pretending that someone had killed you on your bathroom hadn’t be fun at all for your boyfirned. And honestly ? It was fun at the start but after seeing his reaction you started to regret 

“i didn’t do it in purpose Doyoung” you tried to explained as you watched your boyfriend agressivily wash his fake bloodied hands on the kitchen sink since the one in the bathroom was painted with fake blood. After all he had tried to shake you up when he saw you lying in the bathroom floor covered in blood that he soon understood being fake 

“oh of course you didn’t made it on purpose !” Doyoung said sarcastically “ you just tried to fucking up with me”

“Doyo-“

“don’t you dare saying my name” the boy said through teeth as he turned around facing you. You gulped looking up at him with teary eyes. His eyes were so dark and they held a vulnerability and you couldn’t help but feel guilty for it 

“I am sorry “

“sorry won’t erase the pain you just caused me. I hope you never feel the fear I just felt. Losing you like that “ he strarted before letting his own tears wet his cheeks “you are awful (y/n)”

“it was just a prank” you tried to defend yourself as he passed by you, walking toward your shared bedroom 

“at this point it would have been better not even be a prank.” He coldly said and you swore your heart broke “you won’t even imagine the pain you just put me through. And knowing you planed all this” he said his hand pointing to the bathroom where he found you before looking back at you once more 

“what can I do to be forgiven ?” You asked chewing on your lip nervously. You couldn’t take Doyoung being angry at you, even more now that he accentuated how hurt he was from your actions 

“honestly ? Nothing. I just don’t want to see you at the moment” he said before walking into the room. You stood by the doorway not even capable to make any move further not wanting to anger him more 

“It was a prank. I promise I won’t do it again, Doyoung. I am really sorry for upsetting you, it wasn’t my intention “ you tried to explain between your sniffs as you watched him rub his eyes trying to clear his own tears 

“even if it wasn’t your intention, you hurt me. And I am angry at you. Now I wish to be alone. I will give you time to reflect on your mistake. Once you understand that you shouldn’t pull out stuff like that to someone who loves you more than anything, than I will be available to forgive you “ Doyoung explained before going to the door where you were and slowly starting to close it. You took a step behind and you watched as doyoung locked the bedroom’s door, leaving you out. You started to sob, guilt consuming your small body. You felt horrible and Doyoung harsh honest words made you feel like you weren’t good enough for him. And maybe you weren’t. After all, who would dare to hurt the person we love for fun ?

Yuta

“please let me explain!” You pleaded, tears rolling down your cheeks as you watch Yuta aggressively collecting his belongings on the bathroom. The male had been restless the moment he had learn that you made out with another guy the night before during a party. And of course, you hadn’t told him. One of his friends did, which only made things worst for you “please Yuta !” You called but the boy passed by you, ignoring your pleads as he went back to the bedroom You followed him, your shaking body watching as he put everything on his bag 

“i was drunk!” You kept explaining despite your boyfriend ignoring all your words “ I dont even remember what happened that night ! Please ! Please I love you!” You said as you got close to him trying to stop Yuta from removing his clothes from the closet. Yuta however violently threw you away from him making you fall on the floor

“don’t you fucking touch me” he growled, glaring at you before returning into his task.

You started crying loudly, guilty weighting down on you as you watched the man you loved slowly leaving you. After getting everything on his bag, Yuta threw it over his shoulder. He left the bedroom and you couldn’t help but stand up and walk behind him in a ridiculous attempt of making him stay. Even if you knew that Yuta would never forgive you for cheating on him

“Yuta! Yuta please let’s talk about this “ you said sniffing while trying to gather your thoughts “i know what I have done is wrong, and that you hate me right now, but I was drunk! I don’t remember a thing! And I love you more than anything, so please! Please let’s find a solution !” You pleased once more but your boyfriend was still ignoring you as he slammed the keys of the apartment against the table as well as removing the ring you have gave him. That was enough to bring you into sobs once again. Without sparing you a look, Yuta walk to the front door and you pathetically followed, whimpering loudly as Yuta angrily threw the frame photo of your two into the ground. It was over. You knew it was over and his actions were clear. Yuta left the apartment, slamming the door shut loudly making you slowly fall into the ground while sobbing loudly, your hand coming to your mouth to keep you quiet. You had fucked up. You know you did. And the worst is that you knew Yuta was on his way to do worst. That he would probably go and beat the guy first, and that he would probably be sleeping with girls around and make sure you knew about every single one of them. That was Yuta. You had betrayed his love. And he would make sure you lived a hell of a life until your death.

Jaehyun

Jaehyun had always been there for you. He was understandable and always made his best to help you through your hardest darkest times. Seeing you fight against your addiction and winning everyday, made his heart swell in pride and happiness. He really was proud of you. So he couldn’t help the disappointment when he slowly started to understand that something wasn’t right. At first he had noticed the bottles of alcohol on the trash. However he payed no mind. Not wanting to make conclusions. Plus you would have talked to him if something was wrong right ? then, it was the hidden bottles he found on the cupboard, the way you would pretend you hadn’t drank despite the smell of alcohol on you. Jaehyun however didn’t said a word. He waited. Waited for you to speak to him, waited for you to come and do as you promised. Yet you kept hiding things from him.

Until the night he arrived home late, after saying that he wouldn’t spend the night in. When he arrived, you were passed out on the toilet. Jaehyun watched you from the door frame, his heart sinking. He was angry. Angry at himself, at you, at this addiction. He cleaned your up, helped you changing into your pajama and even helped you getting into bed so you could rest. Of course the day after you didn’t remembered a thing beside your awful headache, so the surprise didn’t left you face when you walked into the kitchen to clean up your mess from last night and instead you found Jaehyun sitting on the chair next to the window. His hands were playing with one empty bottle. His face was pale and his eyes swollen from tiredness. Yet he still looked breathtaking

“jaehyun,” you called confused and scared as you noticed that you had no escape nor an explanation for what he had probably saw

“why?” The boy asked calmly his eyes focused on the way he made the bottle dance on his hands. Your mouth was dry as paper as you tried to find your words, the thinking only worstening your headache 

“I.. I can explain. I just had a breakdown alright “ you tried to find an excuse not realizing how mad Jaehyun was because of his passive tone “it was just yesterday”

“of course it was my bad “ the male said chuckling and rubbing his hand over his face “of course the bottles on the cupboard are just for decoration, that the other days when you pretended to be sober where just an act. Foolish me “

“Jaehyun”

“(Y/n) “ Jaehyun said this time meeting your eyes which made you have goosebumps. Thats when you realized he was angry. Really angry and you couldn’t help but feel guilt. You were hurting him because of your stupid actions and behavior. He derseved better. “at this point I cannot do more for you. I have done everything for you. I helped you, I supported you, I have been here, always. and you still find ways to lie to me”

“i didn’t wanted you to be disappointed” you explained sniffing, your tears slowly gathering at the corner of your eyes

“you are going to call th rehab. you are going back inside” he said and you started crying harder 

“jaehyun no please !”

“you are calling them” he coldly said sending you a glare, done of playing nice. maybe if he was harsh he would be able to save you “ you are going. and until you are sober again, I don’t want to see you” he Said and you looked at him with big eyes

“what ?”

“stay sober. And I will be back to you. in the mean time, we are done” he said standing up and making his intentions clear. you looked at him, your heart breaking. you had just lost the only support you had. and honestly, you didn't know if you could do this without jaehyun. 

Winwin

At first Sicheng thought you were just being uncultured when you criticized his mother’s way of thinking based on her Chinese raising. So he didn’t said anything. Then you started commenting about how stupid the Hanfu looked and how you wouldn’t want to wear it. Or how Chinese food his mother cooked wasn’t that good. All in front of his parents. Sicheng had kept himself calm, trying to find reasonable reasons why you were acting this childish. However the final blow came when you dared speaking about his dancing classes, saying that it was specially for girls and that you didn’t thought Sicheng needed them. The boy had kept himself quiet all the rest of the evening. So when you both came back home and he ignored you all way home it was your turn to get annoyed 

“it wasn’t a big deal!” You started as you both arrived home, your jacket falling from your shoulders before you hang it. Your boyfriend carried on ignoring you “look it’s not my fault I don’t like your culture. That won’t change my feelings toward you”

“as if yours was better” he commented 

“are you for real ?”

“i dont know am I ?” He asked frowing before looking over at you “you were being rude all night long! Didn’t your parents taught you respect ?” He annoyingly asked 

“stop being a dick Sicheng. You are over reacting”

“of course I am overreacting. Its always me , me, me who’s wrong. Never (y/n)” you rolled your eyes not understanding why he had to make such a big deal out of this 

“you only are mad because I said I wouldn’t follow your stupid marriage ritual” 

“excuse me?” Sicheng asked looking at you, this time his face getting rigid as he felt the anger slowly consuming him “i can understand it all new for you, but you aren’t allowed to make fun or say shit about my customs”

“and you aren’t allowed to force it on me!” You yelled this time annoyed with the  situation who started by an actually misunderstanding 

“no one is forcing anything on you (y/n) ! You making a scene and being a rude bitch !” He yelled back his hands slowly turning into fists and you looked at him in shock not because of his words but mostly because Sicheng rarely got angry

“you are being the rude bitch ! Maybe I shouldn’t even be with you at the first place! “ you blurted out loudly without thinking before you slowly realized your words. Too late tho. Your boyfriends face slowly fell, looking at you in disbelief “sicheng..” You tired as you saw him walk toward the front door and opening it

“leave”

“Sicheng please I-“

“fucking leave !” He screamed his hand raising up before he lowered it and he quickly ran toward your shared bedroom, getting in and slamming the door close violently wanting to avoid a conflit “i dont want to see you again ! Leave the fucking house !” He cursed loudly and you felt your tears slowly building up. You screwed up big time. You quickly reached for your purse and your jacket again before leaving the apartment. Maybe for now you guys needed space. Even tho you knew, knew that you had hurt Sicheng and the forgiveness wouldn’t come to you easily.

Jungwoo

Everything had started well. The day was beautiful and sunny and Jungwoo wanted nothing more but to spend the day with you. However you had soon texted him that you would be occupied with some school work and that you planed to stay in the university to do your homework. Jungwoo however didn’t gave up. 

He had decided to surprise you with some coffee from your favorite shop. However what he didn’t expected was to find you there as well, sitting and chatting happily with another man. At first Jungwoo just stood there, watching you, his heart feeling emotionless as he tried to understand what was happening. Maybe you guys were just friends and you were studying with him? And then the male got closer to you, his hand resting on your thigh as he whispered sweet words into your ear. Jungwoo swallowed dry at the sight, his whole body trembling in rage and yet all he felt was pure hurt. How could you ? He was ready to leave but you caught sight of him, your face becoming white. Jungwoo shook his head, turning around not noticing how quickly you were at dismissing the guy on your side to run to your boyfriend 

“jungwoo ! Jungwoo wait!” You called as you came out of the coffee shop. You grabbed his arm, making him turn around

“how dare you ?” Jungwoo asked tears already rolling down his puffy red cheeks “ how dare you (y/n) ? Lying to me ? Cheating on me ?”

“I am not cheating ! Listen this isn’t what it seems !” You tried to explain but Jungwoo gave you a disgusted look

“don’t. Just don’t. You are embarrassing yourself. I just can’t believe that after everything I have done for you, you still find the courage to do this to me. Wasn’t I enough ? “ he asked his voice breaking and you knew exactly what he was doing. And yet you couldn’t scold him, couldn’t tell him to stop victimizing himself because he was right and you felt beyond guilty 

“of course you are !” You said reaching to hold his hands but he quickly pushed you away 

“don’t you touch me you whore !” He yelled bluntly, the people on the street giving you both curious looks. You couldn’t help your cheeks turning red from the embarrassment. “I gave you everything (y/n) ! Every bit of me !” He kept yelling before using his sleeve to dry his tears “i don’t want to ever see you again “

“Jungwoo please” you begged your own tears making your vision blurry “ please listen to me! I d-didnt mean it ! I love you ! Please lets go home, let me explain”

“we done (y/n) “ the male said swallowing his own sob “ don’t worry I understand. You found better. Now you are free to fuck around with however you want” the male said before he turned his backs, leaving you on the middle of the street by yourself, with the judgemental eyes of unknown citizens. You hugged your body, crying as you watched the man you loved leave. You wanted to run to him, to explain things. Yet he also hurt you. His words had been harsh. But you deserved it right? After all, you just broke the heart of the most precious person ever. And you couldn’t forgive yourself for that.

Mark

Mark read the paper over and over again. His hands were trembling despite his attempts to control his anger as the doctor reports explained that you weren’t sick. In reality you were perfectly healthy. So why was he angry about tho ? About the fact that you had manipulated him all along, making him believe you had a rare condition. Using his kind heart to get what you wanted, to have his love, to have his soul that he had given to you freely. He couldn’t believe it 

“hey babe!” You said happily as you arrived home from your supposed ‘therapy session’ “today was crazy. We made so many excercises , and guess what ? The doctor said- whats wrong ?” You asked as you noticed his blank angry face looking fixedly toward the wall. You looked down at the table he was in, noticing your medical reports. Your face quickly fell “mark ? I can explain “

“yeah you better fucking explain” the male said his dark eyes fixing you this time “ and you better have a good excuse or else”

“I-I” you started before trying to play it cool “it was a surprise ! My doctor actually found out that my condition was getting better! I didn’t Told you sooner because I wanted to surprise you!” Mark laughed at your pathetic words, his hand rubbing his face 

“leave”

“what ?”

“i said leave !” He yelled his fist hitting the table violently making you jump sightly “how can you even have the courage to tell more lies ! You used me! You manipulated me!” The male yelled, his heart full of hatred as all he could feel was how his loyalty had been rewarded “I have always had done everything for you freely ! Not because of any condition ! It was because I loved you ! How could you (y/n) ?” 

“mark please “ you said as you started to sob “ I am so sorry ! I didn’t know how to tell you ! And we were so happy we-“

“happy ?” He asked laughing again as he stood up from the table “ you must be kidding me. You used me as your dog, used my feelings as a old rag. I dont want to see you again (y/n). You are hateful, fake and disgusting “ the male described before he started walking toward the front door. You followed like a lost puppy trying to hold him back but Mark pushed you away violently, making you hit your backs against the wall “good luck finding another idiot. I am done”

“please babe ! Please lets talk about this, let me explain”

“i dont want your explainations.” He simply stated before leaving the house. You look at the door, realization slowly hitting you and you couldn’t help but sob loudly. You loved Mark and you were so scared to lose him that you tried all ways to keep him. And now he had left you. And you meant nothing to him anymore. Nothing but a liar.

Haechan

You had to admit. Maybe you went too far with all this game of flirting with another guy in front of Hyuck but in reality you just wanted to make him a bit jealous so you guys could have a fun night later. After all the party was crowed and you were bored since your boyfriend was more interested in talking with his friends than paying attention to you. However things had taken a whole new level. You didn’t meant your flirting to lead the guy to actually make a move on you. 

And of course, Donghyuck had only saw the moment this random dude had put his hand over your waist and pulled you into an unexpected kiss. Whatever happened after was quick, in matter of seconds Hyuck was by your side, punching the guy’s jaw hard before kicking him on the stomach. You didn’t had time to react as Hyuck was literally pulled out of the dance floor by some body guards before being threw out of the party. You didn’t checked on the guy, instead you ran out to find your boyfriend outside, cursing loudly at the body guards 

“donghyuck !” You called for him as you ran by his side “ oh my god are you hurt ?” You asked grabbing his face to check for any wounds but the boy violently pushed you away 

“don’t you touch me ! “ he yelled at you

“Hyuck it was a misunderstanding ! I didn’t meant to be kissed !” You tried to explain

“oh of course not !” He sarcastically said “ his lips went to your by miracle “

“dont be stupid “ you said frowning “please calm down, lets talk this out “

“talk this out ?” He asked his face red from anger, his fists still closed “why don’t you go back and flirt with that guy ? Bet he will love it. Are you that of a thirsty bitch that you need more than me ?” He asked and your eyes widen before you suddenly slapped him, without thinking twice. Hyuck went quiet as he processed what had happened and your own eyes widen as you understood that you had just hit him. So you quickly added 

“i was trying to get your attention ! I would never cheat on you !” You said loudly before you boyfriend gave you a dark look that honestly made all our bones shake in fear. You knew he could be very impulsive. But a hurt Donghyuck was scarier than an angry one. And right now he was feeling both 

“lay your hands on me again, and I swear that it will be the last time you have hands “ he threatened before adding “I was never enough for you anyway. I shouldn’t even be surprised” 

“Donghyuck” you called, guilt coming back into your heart “ please” 

The young boy didn’t heard you and instead he turned away, walking a few meters away before punching the wall with a ridiculous strong movement. You whimpered loudly as you saw the person you loved hurting himself, and yet you didn’t found courage to stop him as he punched it repeatedly to free his anger before he yelled ans started walking away again. And Hyuck never would admit but he loved you. And you had just broke his heart. And he swore you would regret it.

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[cryptidbreathmints]

hhmmmmmm.... thinking about using it/its pronouns. They make me feel comfortable, and I actually get some joy from hearing them. I'd like to hear from some people who actually use it/its pronouns, like... advice, how to deal with people being confused or "disagreeing", how to explain them to people, etc.

I'll probably still use they/them as well, tho. I like those pronouns too.

PS, I dont want any clownery in the notes, unless you are accurately following the clown code. No bullshit, you will get hit with a block.

#personal #irl-stuff #gay #lgbtq+ #lgbtqia #lgbtq #queer #pronouns #trans #transgender #it/its #they/them #gender #nonbinary #non binary #enby