#ares is his dad ofc

[d0llhousess]

the strong urge i have to write a demigod!au for ryuusei is crazy

#like picture this #ares is his dad ofc #reader hates their village and the village hates them and sets them up to b a sacrifice #and they tell ryuu to burn the whole village to the ground when he accepts them as his sarifice #ughhh brain go burrr #.nght{rambles}ꕤ #.rambles{bluelock}ꕤ

[yonemurishiroku]

Nico di Angelo who has transcended to godhood and this time helped a demigod child and that child ‘adopts’ him as their father no matter what Nico has to say.

And after many years, they become this odd father-child couple in which the father looks barely 20 (bc he’s short, if nothing else) and his child looks older than him at least 10 years.

#pushing my god nico agenda #nico keeps telling the kid ‘i’m not your father’ to which the kid: ‘father!! dad!! my beloved daddy!!!’ so he juts gives up #nico’s forever 5ft barely 6ft and his child born of ares grows over 6’7 #idk i just think it’s funny. and to think sb looks at nico and thinks he’s easi to take until his child shows up. solid. bulky. #thought of in a whim so ofc i know nothing #god nico au #god nico #deity nico #nico di angelo #yone headcanon #nico headcanon #riordanverse #pjo

[myaswriting]

oh baby !

dad!trevor zegras x black!fem!reader

friends to lovers to parents

warnings: swearing, kissing, baby, talk of birth, pregnancy, young pregnancy. young parents, traditional parents (of reader), references to smut no actual smut

author’s note: hello everyone. i’m so sorry i’ve been so inactive i had emergency surgery last week so i’ve been dealing with recovery as well as the days leading up to it i was very sick. but!! here is some dad trevor to brighten the day!! i hope you guys enjoy.

trevor was always a goofball. he never took anything serious. this became a problem as he got older. he knew when he was very talkative and liked to crack jokes. he was amazing at it after all. he knew he could get out of anything by simply just, talking or telling a few one liners to save the day.

you not so much. you were dramatic, sue me. you worried about everything. it was in your nature. trevor was never careful. he was never aware of how serious things can get. you solved problems with reason and strategy. you never had a reason to not stress.

trevor was your best friend. the only man you’ll ever let that close to you. you were childhood friends who did everything together. of course you had your girl friends that you loved dearly, but trevor was your soulmate.

september 2019 - Boston University

you loved rainy days. you would spend all day watching movies or even reading. rainy days made you feel zen, at peace.

today was not one of those days.

you sat on the cold tile floor, makeup smeared, and tears lining the brim of your eyes. you couldn’t breathe. this couldn’t be happening.

it was one time. one fucking time.

you shakily lift the third pregnancy test you’ve taken today.

= pregnant

“fuck, this can’t be real,” you sob holding the stick close to you. you shake breathing in trying to hold your sobs in.

it was nearly twelve in the morning and you had class early. you really hope you don’t wake up your roommate but you really can’t stop sobbing. you have only been here for 3 weeks and you already fucked up. you parents were going to kill you. there was no doubt about it. the worst part of this all was the fact that you had to tell trevor.

oh trevor…

you slowly stand up from the floor and set the stick down. you open the bathroom door to see your roommate kayla staring ar you with worry in her tired eyes.

“hey babe what’s going on,” she quietly asks with a hoarse voice from sleeping.

you sniffle before hugging her. “i’m pregnant,” you sob breaking down once again. she gasps and pulls you back.

“y/n, what?” she looks up with wide eyes. you bite your lip nervously handing her the pregnancy test. she looks down at it and sucks in a breath. “it’s trevor’s?” she questions.

you had told her about your little sex adventures with your hometown best friend, not even thinking about the consequences of having raw sex. raw sex with your best friend. raw sex with someone you’re going to lose… your heart breaks at the idea of telling trevor. you don’t even want to tell anyone. you felt trapped and scared.

“he’s.going. to hate me,” you sob in broken sentences. the pounding in your head gets louder the more you cry.

kayla grabs your hands and holds them tightly. she looks into your eyes and tells you a story about her mom. you knew from over the summer and talking to her that her mother was 17 when she had her first child. things weren’t easy but she did it.

“you are so strong, trevor is a good guy,” she smiles softly holding your jaw lovingly. “he’s still your best friend, just talk to him,”

little did she know that the friend ship sailed away months ago after you started hooking up.

—

y/n

can we meet for lunch?

trev <3

yeah ofc meet me at frankie’s?

y/n

yeah 11:45 don’t be late

trev <;3

yes ma’am 🫡

—

you chew your nails waiting for trevor at the cafe near campus. you look out the window and see trevor walking towards the building. he was dressed in sweats and a hoodie. god he looked so good.

trevor makes his way inside and looks for you. he smiles when he sees you sitting there. you try to cover up the fact that you’re nervous as fuck. he makes it to the table and sits down across from you smiling.

“hey cutie,” he says fixing his beanie.

“hi,” you say quickly avoiding eye contact with him.

he frowns looking at you with confusion. you were never this quiet. sure you were not as loud as trevor. no one was. but you were chatty around people who made you happy. this was odd. this wasn’t you.

“y/n what’s wrong,” he frowns deeper heart beating out of his chest. were you mad at him? was he in trouble?

you sigh feeling the tears starting to well in your eyes. you shakily breathe in and out before looking him in the eyes. “i’m going to tell you something z, you have to promise you won’t get mad,” you say holding back tears.

“yeah, yeah. of course. what’s going on?”

trevor feels sick. what could she possibly have to say. the first thing he thinks of is that you have a boyfriend and you have to stop fucking. that thought quickly brought a sour taste to his mouth. he felt a huge tang of jealousy hit his chest. no other man should have their hands on you. you were his.

you slowly lift up your purse pulling out the three tests setting them on the table. he sucks in a breath, eyes wide looking at the blue and white device on the table.

“are these…” he whispers lifting one up to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. you bite the inside of your cheek nervous.

“yeah, they’re m-mine,” you whisper holding back sobs.

he feels his heart swell up with something. happiness? pride? love? he couldn’t pin point it. this was news that he never thought he’d hear, but he wasn’t one bit mad about it.

“please say something,”

“baby this.. this is crazy,” he smiles looking at you.

“what..?” you breathe a shaky teary laugh.

trevor gets up and moves into the booth with you. he grabs you and pulls you into him kissing your head a million times.

“we can do this. no, we will do this.”

april 2020

you make your way through the halls of yours and trevor’s shared apartment. waddling your way through the days. as covid 19 was taking the world by storm you and trevor have had nothing but one on one time. talking, singing, rapping, reading, you name it. anything to your belly. after 3 months into your pregnancy trevor took you out on a real date and asked you to be his official girlfriend.

your parents were not thrilled with the news. they called you all kinds of names and made you feel extremely small and stupid. they told you that if you dropped out of school they’d disown you. they even went on to say that they don’t know if they can be in your life if you choose to keep the baby and not give it up for adoption. you have cried and cried about your parents not being excepting. you worried day and night about them. heart broken at the fact they didn’t want anything to do with you.

julie and gary have been nothing but loving and supportive. they were scared at first. worried how this would affect trevor’s future. but after getting drafted they no longer worried. they knew their son could take care of you. he was a good man, he takes care of his siblings in ways that made you feel safe knowing he was going to be the father of your child.

your pregnancy was fairly easy you had little trouble. you dealt with little morning sickness and even went to the gym with trevor as often as you could.

july 21, 2020, dylan mae zegras arrives.

8lbs 3oz, 23 inches long. a perfect baby girl. she came quick and dramaticly.

you were watching tv in the living room waiting for trevor to get home. you were slowly packing things up for the big move to anaheim. you felt wettness pool in your pants. you groan thinking it was probably sweat from being 9 months pregnant and sitting with a heated blanket. you stand up slowly feeling a contraction hit you like a truck.

“no, no, no,” you cry holding your belly. “this can’t be happening,” you cry out walking towards the kitchen. you unlock your phone and call trevor. he was at weight training and wouldn’t be home for another hour.

“hello,” you hear him on the other line. just as you were about to speak another contraction hits, harder. “baby are you okay?”

you whimper out a “it’s happening,”

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras woc!fem!reader #trevor zegras x reader #anaheim ducks #mighty ducks #nhl imagine #nhl fic #trevor zegras fanfic #trevorjamie #jamie drysdale #max jones #nhl #nhl hockey #nhl fanfiction #nhl x reader #dad!au #dad! trevor zegras #trevor zegras x y/n

[inkerii]

I haven't watched it yet but everyone saying the show is doing such a great job of showing Percy's anger, more so than the books, is really making me chuckle. Maybe it's because I ditched the PJO-verse after HOO, and never got into any of Riordan's other books (just outgrew it, I guess) while still re-reading the original series but. I actually feel like it's the fandom who seems to have forgotten Percy's characterization.

He's either a silly idiot or "persassy" or "dark percy" in the fandom with almost zero inbetween, but at least from what I've seen in the gifs floating around, Percy matches his book counterpart pretty well. He was a silly little guy, but he was also always doing this for his mom, he was always mad at the gods for abandoning him. He faces up against Ares, he complains about doing stuff for the Olympians from the start. He was SO bitter that Poseidon claimed him just so Percy would clear his name, he always only said yes to the quest bc Chiron said he had to go to the Underworld - which meant a shot at saving Sally. Ofc, it's paradoxical with his desire to win his dad's approval (... in the books at least, I know they changed the sacrifice scene, so I dunno if this will remain), bc he's an abandoned kid who wants to understand why Dad would leave and wonders if it's because of him, but -- "I'm impertinent", it was a complaint just as much as a desire to be seen.

Basically from what I've seen, Percy seems to have the exact vibe of his book self, I think it's people who have forgotten it since his characterization has been continuously dilluted ever since the second series came out to the point where he's almost like a wholly different person in the current stories.

#pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #disney+ pjo #pjo adaptation #anyway cant wait to watch it

[evren-sadwrn]

im thinking abt writing a fic where each of the john wick villains go and live through the most panic inducing moments before their deaths(spoilers for the movies below ofc)

iosef can run all he wants but it seems as though he can never reach the car— and even if he does, in the rare moments that he does, he can never open the door. it blows up, his vision obscured again. he squeezes his eyes, arms thrown in front of his face before then he’s looking at a television and one of his buddies playing an fps game. and it repeats over and over. his bodyguards hired by his dad on one corner of the room with their earpieces in their ears. a notification, and then suddenly a bullet through the kid playing the game and then one of the bodyguards.

santino will blink, and everything is a steady step. the blue lights, interchanging from this magma-like red orange. a gun in one hand. he always has a choice. not now. he has a choice to taunt this hunter, john wick. no matter how many times ares is there to save him, to escort him out; the soles of their shoes against glass of this labyrinth, santino will always find himself back where he came from. in the party, a glass of champagne raised before panic seeps in and his eyes begin to dart around the room, trying to find john wick. no matter how early he finds john in the crowd, he can’t escape his fate.

vincent is in the front gates of sacre-cœr, sat down. there’s always dread weighing down on his shoulders because he can count the seconds in his head, but it will always reset. the harbinger, winston, high table valets, and the steps are there to remind him that his fate is sealed from the moment the high table signed all twelve of their names onto that contract that binds him to this noble occupation. it doesn’t matter. gunshots ring, they become closer each second. noises of bodies hitting the concrete steps. even when he knows that now, he can be released from his fate by not taking the gun from caine— everytime john and him end up at the top steps; he blinks and suddenly it’s back to the paris darkness.

their fates are sealed

#john wick #iosef tarasov #santino d’antonio #marquis vincent de gramont #marquis de gramont #vincent de gramont #fanfic #time loop #so basically they don’t get a choice #like vincent knows he CAN survive if he doesnt take the gun #however the scene resets when john and caine end up at the top of the stairs #iosef can run out of the room but the universe will always find a way to make sure they don’t get out of their hell #and the universe said ‘‘y’all are fucked from the beginning’’

[h0bg0blin-meat]

All the basics of Greek myth

The gods/godesses their roles,ther relationship etc etc

Okay. So first of all we all know about the 12 Olympians, i.e., Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, Artemis, Apollo, Ares, Athena, Aphrodite, Hermes. Hephaestus and either Hestia or Dionysus, plus Hades.

Now before these Olympians there were the Titans, which included Kronos, Rhea, Oceanus, Coeus, Japetos, Crius, Hyperion, Theia, Themis, Tethys, Phoebe, and Mnemosyne, all of whom came from the Primordials, Ouranos and Gaia.

Along with them the other primordial gods included Khaos, Tartarus, Erebus, Eros, Nyx, Aether, Hemera, Pontus and Ourea.

Now this is an extremely brief explanation of these three generations of deities. I’mma get into a little more detail into their relations by whipping out Hesiod’s Theogony/the Greek Creation Myth (cuz his version is considered the standard creation myth for this pantheon till date), which sums about everything up pretty well actually so… Kudos to our fellar.

So according to this myth, in the very beginning, there was only chaos, from which we get the personified and deified version of it called Khaos. But soon after Gaia, Eros and Tartarus pop up, and then Khaos creates two more deities, namely Erebus and Nyx, who then, together, proceed to create Hemera and Aether, while Gaia creates Ouranos to partner up with, and they both, again together, whip out

The male titans, namely Kronos, Coeus, Japetus, Crius and Hyperion.

The female titans, namely Rhea, Themis, Tethys, Phoebe and Mnemosyne.

Three cyclopses, namely Brontes, Steropes and Arges.

Three Hekatonchieres (monstrous giants of immense strength and power, each having fifty heads and a hundred arms), namely Briareos, Kottos and Gyges.

Now all of these three sets of kids have one common thing, hating on Ouranos, for some reason that gets later uncovered. The reason is mostly him kidnapping his monstrous-looking kids and hiding them in secret places under the Earth (which, here, is Gaia).

Gaia got sick of this shit and produced a sickle out of adamant and asked her kids to teach Ouranos a lesson, but among these kids, only Kronos stood up to do it and so he did. Hid inside Gaia and when Ouranos came to lay with his wife, his lil kid popped up and castrated him, his two little thingies falling into the ocean, leading it to foam, and from that foam was born our beloved Aphrodite. Sensational. From his blood arose the Erinyes (chthonic goddesses of vengeance), the Giants and the Meliai (nymphs of the ash tree).

Now Kronos had full control over the cosmos from Ouranos, and was producing kids (i.e., Hestia, Poseidon, Demeter, Hera and Hades. Zeus wasn’t born yet) with Rhea. But his dad and Gaia had prophesized that one of his own kids would overthrow him, and from there we get the famous Kronos-swallowing-his-kids myth. And ofc, Zeus gets saved from the swallowing thingy with the help of his mom and grandparents, and then raised in seclusion in a cave below Mount Aigaion in the city of Lyktos of Crete. Also Kronos doesn’t know about this cuz Rhea wrapped up a huge stone in baby’s clothes and gave it to him saying it was the last kid, aka, Zeus.

(Chiron is also one of Kronos’s kids, and hence Zeus’s half-brother, paternally cuz Kronos once turned himself into a horse to mate with the Oceanid nymph, and one of the daughters of Oceanus and Tethys, Philyra, who mated with him in the usual human-nymph form, and hence we get him as a centaur.)

After Zeus grew up fully, he forced Kronos (Gaia did something to help with this, like give him some kinda poison secretly to make him puke his kids out-) to release his siblings. He then released the Cyclopses (who were still trapped with the Hekatonchieres btw), and then gave him his signature thunderbolt. This is when the great war called the Titanomachy happened between the Titans and Zeus and his siblings, over the control of the cosmos. This war went on for years, and in the 10th year, Zeus even released the Hekatoncheires, who also helped him overthrow the titans. Zeus threw his thunderbolt at the previous generation of gods, hence defeating them and throwing them into Tartarus, thus ending the war.

There was another threat to him tho, and it was Typhon, son of Gaia and Tartarus. But Zeus defeated him too and threw him into Tartarus as well.

Then my mans got elected as the king of gods (as he should), and had his first wife Metis. But after knowing that he had the same fate as Kronos, i.e., a son of Metis would overthrow him, he swallowed his wife (while she was pregnant with Athena, and hence later on we see Zeus HIMSELF giving birth to a fully-grown Athena from his mind) and that’s how he ended the cycle of succession. Smart move but I need justice for Metis >:<

Now for the new generation of Olympians, i.e., Artemis, Apollo, Ares, Hermes, Dionysus and Hephaestus (also let’s add Persephone too), here’s how it goes. (Athena and Aphrodite were already covered above)

Apollo and Artemis were twin kids of Zeus’s 6th wife, Leto, who was the daughter of Coeus and Phoebe.

Persephone was born from the union of Zeus and Demeter. (there are other versions to this myth too)

Dionysus was born from the union of Zeus and Semele (a mortal woman), but he was again stitched to Zeus’s thigh to save him from Hera, who was deadlocked in killing him (cuz ofc Zeus cheated on her with another woman), and later births Dio himself. (there are other versions to this myth as well. For example, another myth says he was born from the union of Zeus and Persephone.)

Hermes was born from the union of Zeus and Maia (Atlas’s* daughter)

Ares, Hebe and Eileithyia were born from Zeus and Hera.

(*Atlas was one of the kids of Japetos and Clymene, who’s an Oceanid, and hence one of the daughters of Oceanus and Tethys.)

Now I haven’t mention what these deities are the gods of, because even though they are known for maybe one of two things they govern over (like Athena for wisdom and war, or Apollo for sun and music), their designations are actually pretty broad, and this post is long enough so ykw I’mma ask you to check out theoi.com and the theogony section of Wikipedia for further info :)

Thanks for the ask I had fun writing this lmao. (Might’ve made errors or stuff so correct me in case yall spot any)

#greek mythology #greek gods #greek titans #theogony #hesiod #creation myth #greek myths #ancient greek mythology #greek goddesses #olympians

[freshlyrage]

Running Like Water

Chapter 5

whats playing: Dark but Just a Game by Lana Del Rey

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues, first few chapters are flashbacks to high school, they WILL NOT be explicit just fluff.

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 6.9k

Javier walked your groggy body into your house.

Your mother didn’t bat an eye at it, you were still a kid in that manner, you slept in cars and like a little kid, you would have to be carried limp into the house because when you were out… well you were out.  

Frankie came out of his room when Javier helped you to your room. Making it a note to tell your mom to undress you. Javier’s heart was pounding afraid that what he had just done with you was written all over his face. So seeing his best friend just minutes after Javier felt his heart drop. He just had his best friends little sister whining into his mouth.

The noises you made, Javier couldn’t think straight. He so desperately wanted to know the other noises you’d make, when it wasn’t just a kiss. Javier was ready to make it more, he hadn’t really thought it through when his hands pulled your dress up. He had just wanted to feel your bare legs pressed against him.

He wanted to feel you, he knew he shouldn’t and he knew you deserved more than such a dirty touch in a parking lot but at the moment he would’ve given you anything you asked.

His chest falls at the sight of Frankie in his sleep pants and t shirt. A face of suspicion, Javier feels an instant sense of urgency to leave. “Hey…” Javier drags taking another look at your bedroom door.

Frankie narrows his eyes, “She drunk?”

Javier’s brows screw in disapproval. He’d never let that happen, not on his watch. “No, tired, you know how she is. Dead weight the second she closes her eyes.” He chuckles lowly, trying to hide whatever shame he felt in that moment. He’d kiss you again if he was given the opportunity, that he was sure of. He was also sure that he’d feel this guilty every time, especially facing your big bro.

Maybe you didn’t care to recognize it, because the two of you argued so much but Javier knew. You were Frankie’s baby sister, despite the closeness in age his protective bone was just at violent and irrational as Javier’s when it came to you.

Frankie trusts Javier, but not enough. “Alright man, thanks for looking after her.” He steps forward and grips his shoulder. Javier smiles and makes his way out of the house.

Despite a bubble of guilt in his stomach he drove down the road with a small smile. All night you were tempting him and you hadn’t known. That’s what drove him crazy. Your innocence, that despite having some experience with boys you still had no clue what you did to him. It started with your dress, he could tell you chose to wear a different kind of bra. He noticed when he drove you to the function, when the wind blew through your hair. You had sat next to him in his truck with a small blush, he wanted to pull over and go against all his morals.

Because it was wrong, there were a lot of things wrong.

He had just broken up with his girlfriend.

You were his best friends little sister

He knew he was leaving soon, and he hadn’t bothered to say

Then it was just walking into the party with you. He liked the eyes falling on you and quickly parting they realized it was Javier by your side. Javi would never say it out loud but he was definitely indoctrinated by the slightest bit of that machismo-esque thinking. His dad was a tough yet sensitive man so Javier turned out the same. And Javier not really growing up around women...he turned out pretty well. Though that flaw came through, that biting need to be a protected and provider. So he liked towering behind you, next to you or in front of you. You liked it too, maybe just as much as him.

You looked so pretty to Javi, so pretty. And in the first few minutes, maybe hour of the party he tried to fight that. Sitting in his chair thinking of leaving you behind, leaving Frankie and his dad. You weren’t helpless, he knew that. He knew that he could leave for twenty years and return to see you strong, happy and healthy. He thought about how different it would be if he came to visit after years, after you grow up-after the two of you grow up. He wonders if he could live with you being married with kids. Christ, that scared him. He looks to you as you lean over to speak to the boy with a shit eating grin.

He sat and thought of you and that boy starting a life. Javier was jealous of the way you giggled at all of his jokes. His jaw ticking when you leaned over and gripped Xavier’s hand with a giggle. Javier almost scoffed, then leaned back and tried to wash away those thoughts. It was when you had interpreted his jealousy as being annoyed by your presence that Javier desperately attempted to switch the air, make you happy to be with him even if it was just a night. Javier tried with the party favor that you found pretty, it made you laugh and that was enough. Your hand grazing up his thigh and the lower side of his belly went taut. Then it was the song, fucking Juan Gabriel, Javier never really danced at family events but he also got a kick out of embarrassing you. Your puerto rican ass being out of place in a dance floor of Mexican men and women who danced like it was their job. 

Shamefully-well. Javier wanted to be close to you in a way that he knew was normal, at least in his culture. You dance with anyone, anyone. So there you were, Andrea tight up against Javier. How was he ever going to leave after that night, he wasn't sure. 

Then Xavier ripped you from his aching hands and Javier could only sit and watch with a death glare. You dance with anyone, anyone. Fuck that, you were lucky that Javier didn't interrupt earlier, and to think he tried to imply that you had been some sort of home-wrecker. Tension in between his shoulder blades tightened so kissing you was the only way to release all of that. To free himself of the image of Xavier grazing his fingers up your ribs. 

Oh god. 

You used to rewatch Carrie reciting the words, you had your own copy that you hid from your mom because she said that movie was a “demonic mess”, there was some real irony about that. Maybe it was an unsettling choice but you loved it. You loved its way and display of religious shame, “And Eve was weak and loosed the raven on the world, and the raven was called Sin, and the first Sin was intercourse.” You were only twelve when you snuck into the theater, you replayed that scene of Margaret White over Carries tearful body, Margaret hitting her shaking daughter with the bible as she tells her that God punishes her with a period, with lustful thoughts. You decided it was your favorite movie. All of the things Carrie’s mother hated you loved, lust, sin, and a boy you shouldn't. Tempted by the anti-christ.

You replayed the movie in your head when you were bored. You thought of people like Margaret, people who saw all things beautiful and natural about a woman as a sin. You thought of all of your sin. You wrote gods name without capitalization, you were envious of Lorraine, you touched yourself in your bed at-. You replayed that, again and again, you pressed up on his truck, you replayed that in your head in those moments. You’d be breathless, cheek pressed into your pillow and your back stuck in its arched position. Lust, that’s a sin you were willing to take on.

The following morning you slept a lot, trying to maybe itch your brain to continue the make out session in your dream. You woke up officially at two in the afternoon, you were still on cloud 9, worked up. You almost considered walking or biking to Javier’s house and find out if he’d do it again with a clearer mind. Who were you fooling, you were far too shy for that.

You stayed in your room that day, walking to the mirror to see if anything had changed in your appearance. Nothing.

That Sunday you went shopping for food with your mama, you wanted to run into him. You wanted to tell someone that only two nights ago you kissed the boy you dreamt of. When you went home you twisted and turned in your sheets thinking of his lips elsewhere, dragging, licking. He held you up, you moved thinking of his grip. It was all enough, it was enough.

Monday you had class, you had a pep in your step. You bumped the ends of your hair, wore a fitting shirt, lip gloss that was on his lips. Frankie side eyed you before he drove the two of you off to school. You felt amazing, there weren’t doubts. You were good at doubting, every action even if it was obvious just never felt like enough, you could never be too sure. You never wanted to jump to a conclusion and think that this small touch is proof that he wants me. Or, he called me beautiful, he must be in love with me too. It wasn’t that simple.

A kiss, a groan, and a grab, that was simple. That was an answer.

No, it wasn’t him saying I’m in love with you Andrea. But it was an answer of wanting, he did it first, he physically pulled you into him, he moaned when you licked him, he lifted your dress above your knees. His hands were itching for more, that was an answer. Lust, who would deprive themselves from something that good. Whatever the more was, you were ready to give it.

You didn’t see him in school in the morning, you played it cool because it usually was this way. You really only saw him following your lunch break. You avoided Xavier in the halls, and Daniel. You were extra pippy around Monica, and she asked, “What’s up you hook up with Javier or something.”

Your heart fell to your ass but you just laugh loudly and call her an idiot. Spot on girlie.

You had two tests that day, school was coming to an end just next week. You loved that feeling, when the classrooms are so hot and everyone’s antsy to be literally anywhere else, when people were throwing so many parties you were sleeping in late even on a school night. Picking up yearbooks, cap and gown fittings, flip flops, shorts, spirit weeks, senior pranks and the cool teachers having end of year parties in class. There was that excitement bubbling in your stomach along with the thought of seeing Javier. You decided that it wasn’t going to be awkward because he was single. And you knew Javier, and he knew you.

You were kind of beat though, you hadn’t seen him all day but as you were locking away whatever you didn’t feel like carrying home you spotted him. Ten lockers down, back facing you. His broad figure never failed to confuse, he had only been two years older yet he felt truly like such a man, he stuck out like a sore thumb in the halls, especially being a junior at that.

Oh god, you were actually nervous then. You were blushing instantly, your stomach pitting at the thought of your hands flattening over his back. You shut the locker and swing your bag against your shoulder, walking, not too fast, don’t be too eager.

You get close enough to be heard over the dismissal chatter, “Javi,” You smile, get a grip Andrea. You watch the back of his head move, before he turns fully, his face drained of color at the sight of your smile, ear to ear.

His blonde companion mirroring your joyful expression. Your lips quirk in a frown, too quickly, very obviously. Javier is staring at you with a face of shame, embarrassment, regret, sadness. Oh and your stomach, it was in waves. Lorraine moved from behind him to next to him, her hand gently placed on his forearm. You stop once your close.

Had he lied? Had you really been a homewrecker that night? Had he just needed you as a reminder to get back with the better version. Were you bad? Regrettable, ugly, young, inexperienced, too much? It all coursed in your brain at that moment before Lorraine greets you.

“Andrea, oh my gosh you look so dolled up what’s the occasion?” Its innocent but so taunting in your head. Had she cheated for real? You couldn’t even be mad at the moment, not at her. Javier has the nerve to look down as she points it out, he knows why you looked this way. You hadn’t known that Javier was fighting back a rare display of emotions when he saw you smile so brightly. He always had those eyes, those big brown puppy dog eyes, so full of discomfort. Your chest rises and falls in a hiccup like breath, you can’t stand to look at him.

Teeth digging on the inside of your lip, “Oh, no occasion just had more time this morning.”

“Well, do you want Javier to drop you, you don’t mind right?” She leans into him and he nods. No. No.

“No, I have a ride, just wanted to say bye.” You exclaim with a shaky voice and hurry yourself from them. You felt Javier nearly reach for you as you left with quickness, you could even hear Lorraine ask a is she alright? Had you been the person Javier cheated with, was it Javi the whole time? You continued to chew on your inner lip to keep from crying as you exited the school building.

You thought that first week that Lorraine and Javier became an item would be the death of you. You had been so heartbroken. But this, nothing compared to this. If it weren’t for your mom barging into you room every morning, you probably would have hidden in your room that entire week. You still walked into school head strong despite your big teenage heart break. You were cordial with the two but not as friendly, Lorraine noticed. You waved at the two and went on your way, Javier’s eyes still so big and full of regret when he saw your aching fake smile. A handsome look too. His hair was getting longer, and facial hair itching to grow.

You walked home every day, your calves burning by the time you made it home. You had a desperate need by Thursday to get fucked up. You tried to tell yourself it was the weather, that perfect spring breeze when you walked home, it gave you that bubbling feeling to party. But you knew deep down you just wanted to find a way to forget this.

Officially it was Friday, a week had been a week since he kissed you. Those four days offered you a lot of time to doze, look off at a wall corner in class and just wonder. Had the kiss been a wake up call? Was he drinking more than you thought-you hadn’t tasted it on his lips. You had that sick feeling every day that maybe you were in the wrong, that Javi lied about Lorraine and he wanted to try you out that night. The kiss lingered still. As you convinced yourself that you were the other woman, you still couldn't help but replay the moment. The potential scandal.

Lick, he licked into you. A lick, you never knew you'd like that. You felt that warm bubble in your stomach when your mom picked up the prom pictures from Walgreens. She forced you in some of the pictures despite you not being old enough to attend. Javier like always found any way to hold you when taking pictures. You knew he was just being his normal affectionate self. But you began to reanalyze everything after your shared moment.

So you knew that you had to try to forget that. Warm weather, party.

 You had been occasionally going to parties, actually every party you heard about- you were there. It was phase you got into around late march. And getting drunker than you should was a part of the ritual.

Drunk enough to have to avoid going home and facing your mama. In your drunken state you were always keen on finding Daniel and doing… stuff with him. You two had done all the basic teenager shit, anything you could that would still consider you a virgin when you walked out the room. You were waiting for something to feel good enough to kick Javier’s face out of your head. But you were doomed on that whole “forget Javi” plan since you made sure you were drunk and barely felt any of whatever Daniel would do to you in your pants. And, after a kiss from Javier you knew that it would take a lot to top it, you had been so willing to give all of yourself to him in that moment, the thought of Daniel trying to fuck you—well it almost made you laugh.

Still you kept your routine. You would hook up and then you’d cry drunk in Monica’s car on the way back to her house-she doesn’t drink because her family- “son todos alcohólicos.”

Friday, Junior (the senior with the big house 20 minutes- walking-from your own) threw a party for his girlfriend’s birthday which was intended to be a small get together, but word spread during 3rd period and Monica promised you a ride back to her house.

Mama would kill you if you ever walked into that house drunk, especially at 16.

You and Monica usually split during parties and since Liandra had been grounded for a week after her quince since her mom found a condom in her bedside drawer- she wasn’t there. Not like she’d stick around either. You didn’t mind it any more like you did earlier in the year, you would just make your way around the party and talk to people who would never say hi in the halls- then you’d look for Daniel. 

You had spotted him around drink number four. Without a hello he asked you to follow him into a room. You followed with that drunken confidence you always seemed to have before actually getting down to the sexual part of the night. That’s when your nerves sober up. It was obviously Juniors parents’ office, bookshelves, scattered and open notebooks laid out on a desk. A couch mirroring it. It was like jackpot for him, his eyes lighting up and holding your hand to walk you to it.

As you sat Daniel started asking you about your week, but your drunken body and Javier laced mind practically pounced him. Half of it was because you were quite the horny drunk and the other half was not wanting to speak the details of your week because that meant Javi, Javi and Javi again. Daniel didn’t seem to mind as he fully accepted the weight of your body on top of his.

After maybe-4 minutes of sloppy drunk kissing- he trapped your wrist and moved your hand slowly to his pants. Those sober nerves kicked in because he hadn’t asked you to do anything to him, until now.

Fuck it, if I’m bad I could just say I was drunk and not performing at my best capability.

Obviously.

He pulled himself out and you continued on with what you thought was good. You had once sneaked a peak at a porn video Liandra had stolen from her brother, but all of that shit seemed so fake. And no one ever spoke to you about these things. It was a bit too taboo even in the year 1980. Not even Genie or Lorraine kissed and tell'd, they spared you of any details. Well besides prom night. You wondered if it had escalated to this last Friday, would Javier be okay with it being your first time. You felt like he’d teach you, tell you. Another part of you felt like it would be you that would be taken care of-that he wouldn’t be too keen on you giving, that he would take whatever time he could with what you wanted.

You moan into Daniel at the thought. After some movements and whines, you looked to him, and it seemed like he had no complaints. It was so dark in the room you honestly don’t think you got a full view of his penis, but you just know you didn’t need to do a lot of work.

A groan leaves his mouth for a second. Okay, you must be doing something right.

 “Javier wouldn’t be too happy about this huh?” He mumbles. In an instant you felt like the party outside the door had gone silent. Your eyes flicking to his in the dark. The sound of the name that had been circling makes your movements stop immediately and despite your intoxication- your heart still slammed against your rib cage. Feeling like you had gotten caught getting yourself off at the thought of Daniel being him. His eyes widen at the reaction.

You back up on the couch frantically and wipe your hand on its leather profusely. Struggling to get words out, “Wh-why would you say that?” Your obsessive wiping continues, disgust running through your veins. Guilt is the biggest feeling that you could pinpoint in that exact moment, disgust was still there as you watched him urgently tuck himself into his pants muttering an apology.

 I need to shower; I need to scrape my body raw.

“No- he- he just hates this- he hates us.” He stands quickly buttoning himself and reaching down to pull you from the couch, but you bring your knees to your chest and wave him away. “He gets crazy-when he hears about us”

Us? There is no us.

You almost want to bring your hand to cover your mouth in disgust but considering where it had just been-it was not going to help. “Whatever you think us is- it’s not.” You slur, standing up and adjusting the skirt you had on. Oh my god. “I have to go I’m sorry” You continue to wipe your hand on your skirt. You don’t even know why you apologized, he had been so out of line.

You turn to leave the room but he traps your hand, “Please Andrea, please don’t tell Javier-”

A face of confusion is what he’s met with when you snap your arm away, “Oh my god, ew” In a swift moment you open the door and rejoin the crowded party. Stumbling, still dazed and intoxicated. Javi had told you that he didn’t like Daniel and that he told Daniel not to talk about you in a nasty way but the way he begged you in that room…

He wasn’t telling you something.

Monica was pressed against a wall, her boyfriend at her side. You stumble to her, nearly falling before grabbing her arm. Her eyes widen, “Woah Andrea, are you okay.” She laughs and holds you up right. Your mouth waters with nausea, why did he say that? You shake your head.

You bite the inside of your lip and run a nervous hand through your loose hair. “I think I need to go home.” You nod trying to hold up your head, you swear you weren’t this drunk like 10 minutes ago. Monica gives you an empathetic and concerned look before shaking her head.

“I can’t take you back to my house, my dad said I can’t”

A devastated and very dramatic groan leaves your lips, “No- Monica I can’t go home like this, Frankie isn’t even home.” You say in a whine. You look around the room for any familiar faces of people who you would trust taking you back to their home but your eyes just fall back on who’s in front of you because that would be so dumb.

Monica still has a worried look on her face but then peers her head over your shoulder and points, “There’s a house phone over there, maybe you can call Javier?” She suggests and you swear you could feel the world cave beneath you.

“No!” You shout and she narrows her eyes, “No please I can’t he’ll kill me, oh my god he’s going to be so mad” Monica cuts you off by tugging your arm and dragging you to the closed off breakfast nook with a wall phone, tripping over your own feet in the process. You hadn’t even really had a conversation since Friday.

“You do no wrong in his eyes, what’s his number?” She murmurs, picking up the phone. You let out a large sigh before muttering the numbers you had memorized, shamefully. She keeps up with her motherly face of disapproval while dialing and shoving the phone into your ear. This night just couldn’t get more humiliating.

“Who is this?” Your stomach flips at the rasp of his voice, fuck you woke him. God, he sounds so sexy. “Hello?”

You blink quickly realizing you had just been undressing him in your head, “Sorry Javi-”

There is a sounds of bed springs and a thud in your ear, “Andrea?” His tone switch was all too familiar, it was his typical concerned voice- the voice he had with you 60 percent of your friendship. You would be crazy to not be incredibly turned-on at how quick he recognized your voice. Get a grip.

“Yes, I’m really sorry it’s so late- I’m just drunk-”

“Where are you?” The sound of shuffling comes through the phone, and you could hear the chord stretching, A pit of desire forms right in your stomach again. You hadn’t even noticed that Monica walked back to her boyfriend, she had full confidence that Javier would come get you at 2 in the morning.

“Junior’s house, it’s not too far from you, I can walk to your house.”

“Don’t. I’ll be there in a few, just wait outside.” He says before letting the line go dead.

Oh god, were you twirling this chord the whole time?

You looked up at the moonlit sky and prayed to God that this fresh air would sober you up before Javier comes. You were still feeling quite…stimulated. The sound of his voice and his worried and quick response through his grogginess. You hoped that god wasn’t watching you crossing your legs tightly for release on the front steps of the party.

The air was stagnant, and the only noise was the sound of music from in the house. It was peaceful, and it only gave you more time to think of Javier. Had he been shirtless in bed when you  called- you swear you could hear him putting on a shirt. You never saw your mother in a relationship so you weren’t sure where you got this jealous nerve in your body. Christ, you have never fwlt bitter, That jealousy coursed through you with such force when Lorraine brought up how good he is in bed.

“Andrea” Daniels voice approaches you from behind, you uncross your legs quickly and turn- making your head spin. Yup, still drunk. He towers you in this position, your eyes looking up to him and him looking down. “I really am sorry; I didn’t mean to ruin the moment” He steps down to level with you as you sat. Bright lights from your left makes you turn quickly, Javier’s truck wheels crunching the gravel. Too many things going on at once for your drunk mind. Daniel doesn’t even pay mind to the car that just pulled in. You look to him with desperation to stop speaking, “No- we’re fine just please go back inside.” You urge, a slammed door ringing in your ears. Daniel still doesn’t notice, obviously he doesn’t because he grabs your face in his hands, rubbing your cheek affectionately.

Oh god.

Your face still being held by Daniels hands as you see Javier walk towards the house with his hands in his pockets, his expression hardening when he notices you sat on the steps and none other than Daniel standing above you, holding your face. 

Javier’s hands part from the denim of his pants. You look back to Daniel and grip at his wrists which finally gets his attention. He looks at Javier’s broad figure approaching. And he steps away from you without fail, your hands falling in your lap. Jesus, you’re so drunk your head falls at the absence of his hands.

“Oh- Javier.” Daniel begins and Javier doesn’t even look to him but reaches down to grab you by my arm and pull you upright like a rag doll. His grip was possessive and strong as your feet struggled to do its sole job. He pulls you into his side, his familiar arm wrapping around your waist to hold you straight.

With his nostrils flared he looks to Daniel. And with a painfully stern voice he grits, “If you ever touch her again, I swear to god I’ll break your hands. Make sure you’ll never do it again.”

 Your eyes jolt wide, and you watch Daniel’s startled reaction-like he was sure that Javier was going to swing at him. Javier kept his glare on him like if Daniel made one wrong step he would follow through with the threat. Javi’s strong jaw clenches before adjusting his grip on you.

Maybe you were twisted person for it but his words turned you on like no other. His intimidation had Daniel instantly turning and walking back up into the house party. Javi stands there and watches him stumble into the house; you almost feel bad for the drunk boy. You could only look up at Javier and he looks to you and sighs. “You okay?” He asks in a short breath and despite the alcohol fucking with your reaction time- you nod immediately. His brows crease at your urgency before he helps you down the driveway and lifts you into the passenger’s seat of his truck. Just the sight of Daniel touching you bothered Javier enough to threaten him. And it excited you, would he notice you pressing your legs together? Would you want him to notice?

He’s too much of a gentleman, he would never touch you in this state. Too much of a gentleman he wouldn’t-

Lorraine…

The reminder that he had a girlfriend popping into your head after practically getting off to his aggressiveness in the passengers seat of his car.

I’m such a bad person.

You lean your head on the dash and his hand instantly found your back, rubbing circles.

Not this, not when I’m this turned on. Not when he has touched you like this with his tongue in your mouth.

“Are you sure you’re okay.” He whispers, that rasp from just waking up still there. His rubs are taunting and gentle. God help me please.

You lean back and he moves his hand, placing it back in his lap. “Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry but I can’t go home like this.” You groan, your hands running over your face. You were rudely reminded that you had given Daniel a handjob not even thirty minutes ago and now you were sitting in your life long crush’s car asking for him to pick up your drunk pieces

Javier nods, “I know querida, I know.” He looks forward, staring at the house. Oh, we haven’t even started driving yet. “I can take you back to my place, I’ll sleep on the couch-take you home in the morning.” He yawns at the end of the sentence, rubbing his face.

There should be more panic in your body when he offers up his bed for you but you were still hung up on the nickname. Blushing immediately, you lean your head against the window. “Okay.”

With your approval he backs out the driveway. “I’m sorry for getting so mad at that kid- you just look like you didn’t want him grabbin’ on you like that.” He says, his eyes still focused on the road in front of the truck. You close your eyes tight, taking in the breeze from the cracked window.

I could fall asleep right here.

Open. “No, I’m not upset with you, was a little much though you know- him and I are hooking up.” You roll your head to the left to look at him, you mentioned it just to test where his mind was at. You watch his lips quirk into a frown and his jaw tighten.

“Yeah.” He mutters and the rest of the car ride is quiet.

The sound of the tires scraping the roads and wind passing causes you to nearly drift fully to sleep before being startled by the bumping entrance of his dad’s ranch.

You open the door when he shuts the car off but he stops you and gets out to get you down. His hands gripping the undersides of your arms while letting you out. Holding you upright again into the house. “How much did you drink Andrea?” He whispers before slowly closing the front door behind him, dropping his keys on the small wooden table at the hallway.

He walks you further into the house and eventually sits you on the brown couch, your head instantly leaning back. It stayed there, staring at the ceiling silently breathing through your nose while Javier shuffled around you and leaving the room for a few moments before returning.

He comes to the couch again and drops to his knees in front of you and your head snaps to look at what he’s doing. On his knees, he reaches to the left of you- hand on your knee- he grabs a pillow.

You give him a confused look but he puts the pillow on your lap, covering whatever you were exposing from your small skirt. Every move is so gentle as he looks down, avoiding any eye contact as he removes the boots you had on. Your hands twitch at your side, you so desperately wanted to run your hands through his hair in this position-him kneeling in front of you while he removed your shoes from your drunken body.

He stands before you do anything stupid. “Come on,” He reaches for your hands, and you take. It drove you crazy how his hands dwarfed your own. Your hands so small in his hold, he walks you to his dim lit room.

You hadn’t truly been in his room in two years. Things had changed. The poster of Cheryl Clad still above his bed, the wood paneling of his walls making the room much darker than it was. There were less posters and more pictures. A lot of him and Lorraine.

His body was a few feet behind you as you just stood and looked around. You didn’t just want to get on his bed- “You can go on the bed.” He cuts like he can read your mind.

Fuck I’m so glad he can’t read my mind.

You walk towards the bed and adjust yourself on the pillow he had just been laying on. It smelled just like him.

You look to him as he moved things around the room, grabbing sweatpants from his drawer and tossing it over his shoulder then bending down to search some more before grabbing a threadbare shirt. He sniffs it before tossing it at your head while you lay in his bed. “Really?” You groan before removing it.

Your eyes focusing on a new poster next to his Cheryl Clad one.

Houston Texas Police Department.

Your brows furrow. “Well, what do you think Chucho is going to say when I walk you out of the house in a skirt and tank top.” He asks light heartedly.You don’t pay mind to the fact that he wants you in his clothes. You just stare at the poster a bit longer, a sick feeling building in your stomach. You hold the shirt closer to your chest instinctively and turn to him again.

“Javi, when you train to be a cop- you’re going to be a cop here right? like in Laredo?” You ask, the poster obviously making you nervous. And the way his body stiffens doesn’t help shake that feeling. His hand grips the sweatpants that rested on his shoulder for a moment before shaking his head.

“Yeah, yeah.” He nods and opens the door fully. “I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

Your eyes scan to Cheryl Clad, “Javi.” You call and he stills and turns. Not answering but waiting for your questioning to continue. Drunken confidence. “When you kissed me… were you actually broken up with Lorraine?”

The lines between his brows deepen and he opens his mouth to speak but shuts it. Like he had a lot to say and little time. He presses his lips together and nods. “Yeah, we were broken up.”

A small breath dies in your throat and you feel rising emotion. You cannot cry, not in front of him. You frown, biting back a cry as you lay on your back. So what was it? How did he change his mind so fast. You let silence fall, hoping he’d leave but you knew he was still standing there watching you process.

“I’m sorry for kissing you back-or tempting you or whatever. I-i was out of line.” Your voice shakes in that last line, your guilty hand covering your face for a moment, hoping your body doesn’t respond with tears. It doesn’t. You hear Javi’s strides quicken as he crowds the bed where you lay, his hand gently gripping your wrist.

“Hey, hey stop.” His thumbs strokes that pointed bone on your wrist. “You weren’t, don’t apologize, its just- stuff like that is bound to happen. And I’m not sorry it happened but I am sorry for the position I put you in.” He rambles, his grip moving your hand from your face. Looking at his beautiful brown eyes and his brow bone shadowing that string look he had at all times. Sleep taking over your brain and he doesn’t wait for a response and he just walks out the room.

Your chest rising at falling at the confirmation. Your nerves eased in the slightest. But your eyes fall to the police poster.

Suddenly feeling sober, that feeling of panic doesn’t quite leave.You doze off.

Waking up in Javier’s bed had been a dream of yours. You used to dream of your hair fanning on his stomach, feeling him softly breath beneath you. Wake up slowly and watch him stir. Sometimes you would pray before bed to dream like that again.

You got to wake up in his bed, with a splitting headache. You try your best not to groan with his small window letting the sun in, your eyes slowly peeling open in the sunlit room. The smell of him in his bed hadn’t worn off so you tried to hold yourself tighter in his bed. Your head still pounding as you stare back at that poster.

Oh, god last night.

Him on his knees in front of you, covering your exposed skin with a pillow- you have never known more of a gentleman. Him threatening Daniel just for grabbing your face. Him telling you he didn’t regret kissing you. You shut your eyes tightly.

I’m so fucked.

A thud from the left of the bed interrupts your shut-eye. Your heart jumping at the sound, you slowly move to see what’s happening, hoping to god that Javier’s room wasn’t haunted.

The sight though, was much better than a ghost. Javier stood in front of his mirror, in black briefs-just briefs. His chest rising before pulling a shirt over his head. You stared with a half lidded gaze just in case you had to pretend that you were sleeping. His hand grips his waist band of his briefs and you freak and close your eyes only to open them again to see him pulling pants over his bare thighs.

His stomach was so defined. Perfectly tan with a scar on the side of his hip.

You turn again and the bed creeks. Great. Play dead.

“Andrea?” He calls, his footsteps approaching the bed. You fake stir like you were just now waking although despite your perverted peeking. You rub your eyes in attempt to look convincing. You hoped to god that it looked convincing. But it wasn’t until you felt the foot of the bed sink with a springy noise that you sat up. Fast, sort of blowing the whole “just waking up” thing.

He’s looking at you with a small smile playing on his lips, his hand flat on the blanket. “Mornin’” You mutter before stretching, his shirt riding up your stomach under the covers. And he stares, a small head tilt looking at the top he lent you last night.

Javier purses his lips in approval before standing up from the bed. “Shirt fits you better, c’mon I’ve got to get you home before Chucho wakes and asks too many questions.”

You slept in that shirt for the following weeks, and he never brought up the night. Neither did you, you had enjoyed having something only the two of you knew.

A shared secret.

Well, another shared secret.

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[godsofhumanity]

I like how the character Wonder Woman is a Embodiment of Feminism and she was created by A MAN!!!! Yet people said she presents some bigoted ideas

It's also interesting how she's inspired by Greek mythology and had heavy ties to Greek Gods,her mom was a daughter of Ares and I think the first time I saw her,she was given life by Zeus via his lightning bolt,hence he's technically her dad typical Zeus

I think she's a great character, it's just that many people don't really GET her character and ended up making her a man-hating sexist,a man-izer, basically a male version of womanizer, it's a huge misinterpretation

I'm sure you understand how misinterpretations feel,many mythologies were botched just for the sake of someone's ego and interests anyway

I shared the misinterpretation with my teacher and he said Zack Snyder's version is the best one yet,cuz in that iteration,she doesn't hate men or thinks men are pigs etc,no, she's simply interested with the ideas of men and she's totally fine with them,which makes sense

I mean the woman was raised by only Women and only lived around till she's an adult,so ofc she's interested or curious. I don't think the Amazons generally hate men, they're just aware of how terrible some men are cuz that their nature

Also my first movie of Wonder Woman where I first knew her,featured her love interest,the guy who got stranded on Paradise Island,where the Amazons reside and when he saw a bunch of Amazonian ladies bathing, I think he looked seduced and tidied himself to "look nice for the ladies", I remember he very clearly he didn't seem embarrassed when he saw a bunch of women bathing outdoors in a pretty discrete place

Okay I don't really blame him,the place was called Paradise Island becuz so many beauties live there, it's literally paradise on Earth, it's also my bisexual's ass dream world

No hate for him btw, he's cool ig. Also I think he pretty much explained why Paradise Island is a no-man area. Can't blame the ladies for not liking guys there,they have their reasons I won't comment

The Amazons even spared that guy for literally trespassing and if they really did hate men,they wouldn't let him go back to the mainland alive. One of the central points of that movie was Wonder Woman bringing him back home and therefore she got a chance of learning about the outside world

I'm gonna search for that movie one day

very interesting and valid points, Anon.

as a child, i never cared much for Wonder Woman because she always wore that skimpy skirt barely covering her ass and to me, a little girl, i just thought that was gross.

but now, as an older girl, i see Wonder Woman as hugely successful, hard-working, kind, strong both mentally and physically, and she still dresses up so gorgeous. i have huge respect for her now because she works hard to get it both ways; so now i really have no problems at all with Wonder Woman or her pretty, but short, clothes. i think she really is kinda wonderful tbh,, one of the better heroes.

tbh i haven’t seen the movie you discussed— i have only ever seen Gal Gadot’s WW, and i’ve seen the old comics i used to read as a kid. i do like the new WW. i hope you are able to find the film and watch it again!!

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[infernalodie]

Hi it’s sweet cheeks anon, could I request a black male reader who’s dating Elliot secretly and people want to know why he won’t make a move on any of the girls cause the assume he’s straight since he plays football and stuff. Also, I’m sorry if I sound impatient, but how’s it going with the earlier requests you put together, go at your own pace ofc, and you can ignore me if this sounds rude. - sweet cheeks anon 😎

𝟑 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 || 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭

“𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘭 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘴 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱”

Inspo: Dominic Fike - 3 Nights

Pairing: Elliot x Black!Male!reader

Summary: You two were ashamed of nothing or how you felt for one another. But you liked the secrecy that surrounded the two of you.

Warnings: Slight angst but fluffy.

Words 922

Love is a dangerous thing and keeping it sacred is just as dangerous when you lived in Highland. The place was a breeding ground for dramatic heartbreak and outright shameless cheating. It was one of the biggest reasons you hated having to consider it your home.

The only thing that made up for its shitty atmosphere was the very few people you could consider your friends. Lexi was an absolute sweetheart and put up with too much of your shit, but still stuck around. Fez was your dealer, straight forward dude and funny as hell when you got him cross-faded. Rue was a childhood friend and the first girl and last girl you ever had sex with. And Jules was your goddess. They all made living in Highland worth the trouble.

But one stuck out from the rest and it was Elliot. That stoner swept you off your feet the moment you met him at the local corner store. You still remember how you were grabbing some dark chocolate and pop when he came out of nowhere judging you on your candy choice. To be fair, you did realize that dark chocolate wasn’t as fondly looked upon as milk chocolate. But his teasing and joking nature had you hooked instantly. From his constant pestering to his oddly romantic and flirtatious compliments, he made living here better.

“Elli, I’m fuckin’ serious.”

Your scolding tone made said boy pout in protest, but he did listen and snuff out the end of his blunt and wrapped it in the specific ziplock bag you had in your truck. “I don’t know why your dad needs to inspect your car when he’s the fucking mayor,” he complained. “Doesn’t he have a town to run and what not?”

“Yes, but he knows you Elliot and knows what you do in your free time,” you stated. “And the other shit we do in here.”

Elliot was quick to slap your shoulder in disgust as you grinned, smacking your lips together and pushing them out dramatically. He grumbled in annoyance, pressing his lips to yours in a short kiss before connecting his phone to the Bluetooth as you started the truck and began to pull out of the driveway of your house.

It’d been half a year of you and Elliot dating and it’d only been amazing. Nothing ever became a problem considering the stoner listened to your complaints if there were any and you listened to him when you forced him to do his homework. Both of you cared about what the other had to say and were ready to drop everything one another. And it might’ve been that willingness to do anything for each other that kept this relationship healthier than any either of you has had in the past.

The only problem was just keeping it a secret. You weren’t scared about being out there since you had no problem curb-stomping some homophobic piece of shit. But you didn’t want to pressure Elliot into being public if he didn’t want to. Meet-ups at the motel were fine as they were and him spending nights was good as well. Especially with your parents being as welcoming as they were to him and your guys’ relationship. Outside of your parents, no one else knew and you were completely fine with being complacent for a while.

Arriving at school, the two of you walked together from your truck and to your guys’ locker that was right beside one another this school year. A special request you had made with the principal.

“So, my parents want to go out for supper tomorrow night at the dinner in town,” you announced, seeing Elliot side-eye you. “You down to come? My sister is dying to see you.”

“Yeah, sure,” Elliot shrugged. “I don’t mind free food and getting on the good side with the Mayor.”

You elbowed him in the side, but he couldn’t respond when Nate suddenly appeared, slinging his arm around your shoulders. “Y/n, you staying for practice today?” He asked as you forced a smile.

“Yeah, man. We got that game coming up, so I need to be here to pick up the mess your sorry asses leave.” The Jacobs boy laughed and leaned against the locker between yours and Elliots. Practically placing a wall between you and your boyfriend.

“When are you going to get yourself an old lady, man?” Nate inquired curiously.”

A laugh fell from your lips as you grabbed your books. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“A girlfriend, bro,” Nate answered. “You have literally never had a girl under your arm, ever.”

Eyes flickering past the Quarterback, your gaze was met by Elliot. He already knew the facade you had to play, he’d been playing it as long as you had. It hurt every single time doing so because all you wanted to do was grab the boy, pin him to the lockers, and just kiss him. Not care what anyone else had to say and just be proud of who you were and who you were with.

But you had your ways of showing your love to him without indirectly outing yourselves out. “I mean, I have someone that I love. Just don’t see the point in going public when it’s private,” you shrugged. “And I guess I just prefer to have someone special no one else can steal.”

Elliot masked his blush behind his locker as Nate asked who it was that you loved. But that was only yours and Elliot's secret.

#elliot #elliot x black reader #elliot x black!reader #elliot euphoria #euphoria #euphoria imagine #euphoria hbo #poc reader #x black!reader #euphoria s2 #elliot imagine #dominic fike #x black!male!reader #elliot x black!male!reader #euphoria x black!reader #euphoria x black reader #elliot fanfiction #elliot fluff #elliot angst

[morievna]

BSD ch 106 – my wild theory about Aya’s dad identity

Hello~~

Another short chapter^^’

The most important is that Akutagawa is back T_T it is clearly hinted that he is partially conscious – probably he cannot disobey main orders (like capturing Bram), but some details are up to him and he probably didn’t kill Aya per his promise to Atsushi. Imo it nicely set up next stage – with Bram as bait for ADA, we just have to wait for most likely Atsushi (though Kyouka or Yosano would be nice too) to show up to fight his vampire boyfriend xD and ofc find a way to grant back free will to all vampires.

That ‘refused to consume me’ gave me pause… I wonder if core of vampirism can be taken over by drinking Bram’s blood or something like that.

As for oil at elevator, which caused fire – wow Asagiri really wanted to raise the stakes and keep us on the edge xD My guess is that maybe it is byproduct of Dazai tampering elevator earlier – like some auto-destruction mode for elevator… but frankly possibilities are endless when it comes to Dazai’s plans so it is better to wait and see xD still it was touching that Dazai’s first instinct was to save Sigma by getting him underwater awwww

So let’s go to the main topic and time to wear tin foil hat XD

I must admit that when I first read spoiler summary I was surprised that we got more of Aya’s flashbacks. I don’t want it to be taken wrong way – it is really nice that she got to be more fleshed out and have more detailed backstory (not much of bsd female characters can relate), but still… it kinda puzzled me that we were shown again how much awful person is her father – which feels a bit redundant. Ofc calling out sexism is important - I am not diminishing that. Just I am simply wondering that maybe Asagiri is treating it as build-up for something else.

In addition, it is a bit sus to how Aya’s dad is shown compared to her mother and sister - like he is more hidden visually.

It makes me wonder if Aya’s dad identity is supposed to be mystery and that he will make appearance at some point. Also, it is worth noting that Aya was at airport at his request (ch 92).

So who could he be? His hairstyle and age would fit with certain person:

Yes, nobody else than Tachihara’s brother xD

First off – I know it is very rough and rather unbelievable theory with no real proof. Still somehow it stuck in my mind so I decided to write it down here. It is not that I think is 100% true, but weirdly enough it would fit within story.

Especially there are some mysteries when it comes to Tachihara’s brother:

Tachihara’s brother knew real purpose of Mori and government’s action at Tokoyami island, which were classified information. He was regular soldier, who shouldn’t have access to it. Unless somebody with access could tell him – like Fukuchi

We are specifically told that Fukuchi wanted to go to Tokoyami island because of his missing disciple. Frankly, this information has little value from story perspective unless such disciple is somebody we know.

Yosano claimed that she is totally sure that he died – in most of the stories it means that person is alive XD Nonetheless, Yosano’s arc lacks sorta proper conclusion – reunion with Tachihara’s brother would have nice ring to it imo

Summing all up, my guess is that Fukuchi helped Tachihara’s brother (I hope he will get name finally xD) escape and presented some dead body double in the latter’s stead. Then he provided the latter some fake identity so he could live freely without fear of government wanting to dispose him for knowing classified information.

But even if he possibly lived, he would be broken person with PTSD – who would need therapy first before raising up kids (but therapy is not really option in bsd unfortunately). Still he and Aya would be nice parallel to orphanage headmaster and Atsushi. By this I mean – headmaster used bad methods to try make Atsushi to grow up to be good person – and it could be that Aya’s dad is the same.

At the heart Aya and young Yosano are very similar – both are determined, kind and idealistic girls, which simply want to help and save others (whether by being Ally of Justice or healing). After witnessing how Yosano was traumatized and exploited by government, he would try to prevent his daughter to go through the same and wanting “simple proper woman’s life” for her without dangers. But again just like orphanage headmaster – using wrong methods, which made Aya feel like failure.

Finally, Asagiri loves grey characters – I could see the story going in that direction. But it is not like I am 100% certain and it could easily be the case that I reading too much into everything xD Still it would be interesting if manga goes that way so we will see~~

Thank you for reading and have a nice day <3

#bsd #bsd manga #bsd thoughts #bsd meta #bsd theories #bsd aya #aya koda #tachihara brother

[sunnyie-eve]

12 | Fixing up cars together

Series: Odds Together

Paring: Ryan Dunn x OFC Margera!

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: None

| MASTERLIST |

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"Aren't you tired of fucking up Vito's cars and buying him new ones." I see them tearing apart his new one stretching it across the yard.

"I have money." Bam keeps his answer short and simple.

"I know... You wreak and spend like you have an endless bank account. Must be nice." I sigh. "Why aren't you helping?" I see Ryan just sitting and watching.

"I bet it won't make it. What do you think?"

"I don't think it will." I agree looking at it.

"So it's us vs you two. But we do need your help now, Dunn." Bam tell him so he gets up to help so I take his seat to watch.

"Didn't you just get this for Don Vito? What the hell you doing to it?" Dad comes out. "Bam, everyday he's gotta drive something different. It's getting to him." Dad tells him and they get him to wreak the car too.

"Did he have any clue what you just did to his car?" Rake comes out too to see most of it apart so Bam shhes him.

I was shocked the car actually stretch across the whole yard. "You know what this means. Dunn, Anna you two lose. That means you gotta go tell Don Vito." Bam tells us making Raab laugh.

"How close we gotta be to tell him?" Ryan asks.

"Face to face. But we'll come with you to see you guys get choked out."

"Yeah. Let's do that." Ryan says so we all go back to the house.

Vito of course gets pissed and grabs Ryan so I tell I'm dad, "Dad helped them do it." He starts to do his rambling which none of us understand till Bam tells him let's go get a new car for him.

I some how get dragged along to go look with them. "These cars are so cheap, let's just buy all of them." Bam makes us look at him.

"Why the hell would you buy all of these?" Ryan and I ask at the same time.

"We have 14 acres. I can figure something out." He says making me actually hate him on the inside with how he uses his money.

"Anna, you coming with us?" Ryan waves his hand in front of my face.

"I'm gonna wait here." I lean to rest against the hood of the car.

I mean Bam can do whatever he wants with his money but it still annoyed me. He doesn't care how he spends it. Hell, I would do the same if I had money like him but since I don't I just complain to myself. I made my money writing for a fashion magazine and send in designs I come up with. It didn't pay a lot at all but it was still money.

The guys come back putting shit in the back for Vito's new car so I shake my head at them. Dico and Raab then run across the street to get a fish to put in the back of the car.

Everyone drives back in the new cars to I drive Bam's back leaving first. When we get home I see Bam stop making all the cars hit each other. "And I'm related to that." I get out of his vehicle.

Bam decides to have a crash derby with the other cars and it of course didn't surprise me. I called he would fuck them up.

Around ten o'clock Ryan just comes into my room. "I gotta put up a please knock sign. At some point someone, you because you're the only person who lets themselves in, is gonna walk in on me changing. What do you what?"

"What are your plans for tomorrow?" He jumps onto my bed.

"Get annoyed by y'all and question why me." I give him a smile.

"Great so you can come watch me and some guys work on the cars for the derby."

"Why would I wanna watch you work on cars?" I set my book to the side.

"Because guys working on cars are considered hot... so I hear." He says making me laugh.

"And you heard this where?" I tilt my head.

"Girls..."

"Okay. Now what makes you think I would find you hot working on a car?" I can't help but laugh.

"Because you think that already." He says making me let out a loud ha.

"And what makes you think that?" I cross my arms shaking my head at him.

"Well earlier you were watching me take the car apart."

"I was watching everyone so don't make it seem like you're the special one." I get up to put my book away.

"You know a drunk you spills a lot." He said making me spin around to face him.

"Are you gonna tell me what I told you?" I start to get nervous fidgeting with my fingers behind my back.

"Just that you like watching me work on things." He smiles.

"I didn't say that. What did I really say Dunn?" I get serious.

"That's want you really told me." He starts to chuckle making my heart starts to race because I don't believe him. "Are you tearing up? I'm just messing around with you, Bels." He walks towards me back I back away.

"If I did tell you something serious... You would've talked to me about it right?" I blink a tear out. He looks down stepping back putting his hands in his pockets. "Dunn..."

"Yeah, if you did I would talk to you about it but you didn't. You don't have to panic about anything." He says softly. "You don't have to come with me tomorrow if you don't want to." He leaves my room.

-

The next morning I wake up and go to Ryan's room to see him still sleeping. I walk over and lay on top of his back since he was sleeping in his stomach again, "Get off me." He groans.

"I get ready to go watch you help with the cars but if you're just gonna sleep in longer... I'll just stay home and find something better to do." I rest my chin on his shoulder. He starts to move so I roll off him to his side, "Come on sleepy head." I poke at him.

"I'm getting up." He slaps my hand away getting up.

"I'll be waiting." I leave his room going downstairs.

After a few trips and stuff we finally get all the cars dropped off to get fixed up for the derby. "Okay, step one is to remove dangerous glass. Watch how it's done. But stand right here." He places me in a spot then looks at the camera not wackinh the taillight accurately.

"I think I regret this. You're gonna drive me insane."

"Then the perfect job for you is to take your anger out on the windows." He hands me something to break them with. "Let it all out." He pats my back. With one swing I break the a window. "I expected at least two swings. You got some issues."

When I was done I watch them remove a back window shield. "I got it." Ryan tells the dude them drops it on purpose making glass go everywhere.

"God damn it, Dunn." I hiss as a tiny piece hits my face.

"Let me see." He comes over grabbing my chin looking at my left cheekbone. "It's just a little cut." He cups my face then kisses the cut, "There it's all better now." I place my hand on his chest pushing him away from me.

"Knock it off, idiot." I say making him laugh taking his jacket off.

"Step two; Improve Aerodynamics." He hands me a hammer as he gets two. "Like beating up meat." He smiles and I chuckle at him as he starts so I just watch him. As he swings to get where the antenna is supposed to go, he misses hitting his knee. The sound he lets out makes me giggle at him. "Your turn to make it better." He turns to face me putting his knee out towards.

I roll my eyes leans down to kiss his knee, "There all better now." I smile before beating up the car with with.

After hours of watching and helping from time to time, Ryan and I head home. "So did you have fun today?" He asks as he drives us.

"Yeah." I nod my head.

"I like when it's just the two of us." He says making me look over at him.

"You do?"

"Yeah." He puts his and on my knee giving it a squeeze.

"Put your hand back in the wheel." I pick it up moving it back towards the wheel. "You scare me enough when you drive with two hands. You driving with one is gonna give me a heart attack." I say making him laugh.

-

"Who do want to win?" Ryan sneaks up behind me.

"I don't really care so sorry to burst your bubble of you wanting me to say you." I look back at him.

"Can you at least lie to me?" He moves to stand next to me.

"I want you to win." I grab onto his arm is a dramatic way.

"I know you're a better actor than that but I'll take it. What do I get if I last longer than Bam?"

"I'm sure Bam will get out first because he'll fuck himself up. Now go get in your car." I shove him away.

Bam's tank went out first, as I thought, so he got out to take Vito's car to go back in making Dunn's car go out. Third was Raab then technically Vito won because Glomb went out of bounds.

"Told you Bam would go out first." I walk over to Ryan.

"I can't believe Vito technically won." He shakes his head.

"I know. Also here. This is what you get for lasting longer than Bam." I kiss his cheek. "Oh and to boost your ego. You look great working on cars. The girls were right." I laugh walking away.

#jackass #johnny knoxville #ryan dunn #bam margera #steve o #chris pontius #wee man #dave england #ehren mcghehey #preston lacy #jeff tremaine #spike jonze #jackass 2 #jackass 3d #jackass forever #viva la bam #cky crew #Brandon DiCamillo #Chris Raab #Edward Webb #rake yohn #raab himself #ryan dunn ff #ryan dunn imagine

[nectaric]

@seaprofound asked: question: mmm, what are bianca's thoughts on her godly relatives? are there any that she would vibe with? (besides artemis ofc because that's a no-brainer)

i think bianca is in an interesting and unique position, because while her feelings towards her godly family are complicated, its for a completely different reason than most other demigods, i think. and that's because what limited experience bianca has had with the godly world has been with the gods - not with other demigods.

she discovers she's a demigod, and then immediately joins the hunters of artemis, acquainting herself pretty closely with the goddess herself. she goes on a quest - not at the gods behest, but at zoe's. and then she's just dead... and her company is her godly father, his wife, and their immortal children.

aside from those fews days on her quest, bianca interacts heavily with the gods and less with demigods. her anger at her situation, at growing up without parents and being responsible for nico leaves her with resentment, particularly towards her dad. but before she can truly understand what it meant to be abandoned by her godly parent though, she's invited to live in his home. so this feelings get somewhat resolved pretty quickly.

so again, its complicated but i think its because she sees things a tad bit more from the gods perspective than she does other demigods. and she doesn't resent the gods (plural) as much as she does her specific situation. with ALL of that in mind, lets talk about who i think she would like / respect the most, and who she wouldn't.

artemis, of course, though more hesitantly after her death just because... she did die trying to save her.

i think bianca would really like demeter and persephone, as well as hermes. she's weary of zeus and poseidon just because of the whole prophecy and no kids thing, and considering they've both tried to kill her or children like her before. she's weary of hera too, just as the queen of the gods and nothing more, really. she would adore hestia, but who doesn't?

i think there's potential for her to really like ares and aphrodite if there was a chance, but i doubt she would jump at that opportunity. hephaestus is a BIG no, considering.. what killed her. athena would intimidate her. she would be pretty chill with dionysus and apollo, very much leaning into big brother apollo vibes. she loves her immortal siblings, though. 10/10, easily her favourites. dad's on thin ice.

#bianca. #seaprofound #i just think she's Neat

[lake-lunvik]

Hiiiii! List 5 facts about a favourite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore (if you want ofc!) 🧡

ELI MY LAUV!

lets do eros!

eros si supposed to be literal eros, both the primordial and son of aphrodite and ares, hence his real name being Eros Kalistos (his middle name) Enualios-Acida’lia

i may have left out that eros is currently being hunted by apollo (who is yet to have a face) and yes, you guessed it, the same sun boy apollo, why? well you’ve seen his backstory dlgflksjdfsdklj

eros develops crushes easily (like me) but he is normally able to shake off, however hemaybeslightlyobsessedwithmilos

eros eerily looks a lot more like his dad than he does his mum, but later on he develops more of his dad’s like tendency to do things, his quirks?

eros wants to go toe to toe with rem in the training room one day

#eros kolb #he's a bit delu for that last one #but yes #thats my favourite sim.... #that you know of #i had another one #a berry sim #but you've only seen a pic of her #and not what she behaves like #tho you wont see much of that either cuz she's not the main character

[sukizula]

Headcanon: While we all know Zeus and Ares have a very rocky™️ relationship, that doesn't automatically mean Jupiter and Mars have. Especially because in Ancient Rome, Mars' importance was considered second only to Jupiter. (Most sources say so, though others do put Neptune & Apollon in the lead before Ares). So to balance the salt out, I absolutely headcanon Jupiter as an overaffectionate dad while Mars as a grumpy war kid whose appreciative of his dad, but like chill, dad.

#roman mythology #greek mythology #ares #zeus #jupiter #mars #i imagine jupiter as this LOUD DAD who just loves to embarass his kids with affection #and mars gets the lot of it being ~his favorite~ #ofc apollon and minerva get a lot of it too BUT MARS GETS THE MOST- #he deserves it 😌

[kageyamass]

Nothing beats watching ATLA for the first time!! I’m a bit jealous of you. So don’t spoil it for yourself!! Just let it play out.

thank u anon, ive been told many times that watching atla is amazing and then they freak out when i say its my first time watching bc its just that amazing :DD im trying v v hard not to spoil anything but i have a few lil theories as to how the rest is gna play out (im on s3 e2/e3 i cant rly remember) so yeah

#me #ask #im honestly p mad ar zuko rn #bc of everything that happneed at the end of s2 #but also i wanna cry bc bb never catches a break #): #he just wanted to see his dad and a*ula goes and ruins it all for him anyway #a very smart but dick move #)): #wait this isnt twt i dont meed to censor azula im dumb #also kinda mad a sokka bc he yelled at katara for keeping them behind to help a vlage #and also kinda mad at katara for lying to everyone in order to help everyone in the village #.....the only character i truly admire always is appa #and topg ofc #and aang ig #sometkmes #ok this is getting too long sry im gna watch another ep and go to bed #(also v annoyed bc my friend keeps wanting to ft but she knows i Need alone time and i havent had alone time in forever and i feel so exhaus #ted and she just left me on read after texting me at 10 pm asking to ft out of the blue ??? what ??? homegirl needs to learn how to take no #for an answer 😭 i love her but srs her anxiety always gets the best of her and then she spirals down this never ending hole of self doubt an #d like no one wants her but thats not at all true and she needs to understand that ppl have their own reasons and its almost always not gonn #a be her fault !!!!! #i feel like shit rejecting ppl too so thats fun #omg wait #i got so off topic im sorry #i need to sleep #bye

[aevumacletum]

so   amy   hated   what   her   people   did   to   the   grounders   &   skaikru .   just   like   anybody   else   in   mount   weather   she   knew   about   the   treatment ,   but   she   never   accepted   it   willingly .    it   was   her   father   who   forced   her   into   it ,    because   he   loved   her   more   than   anything . so   when   some   of   the   guards   were   treated   with   bone   marrow ,   amy ’ s   dad   had   her   transported   to   the   infirmary   &   sedated   so   she   could   get   his   dosis   instead .   amy   would   have   NEVER   EVER   agreed   to   this   &   she   feels   so   guilty   for   being   alive .   she   also   has   no   idea   how   to   act   around   skaikru   since   the   only   reason   she ‘ s   still   living   is   because   they   were   hurt   ( and   worse )

#█ ▌ ◤ ᵐᵘˢᵉ ┊ ᵃᵐᵉˡᶤᵃ // AR. HEADCANON #just had to get it off my chest #she was one of the peeps helping them to hide #and so was her dad #because he knew his daughter would be save #and amy only figures it out when everybody else dies #and that's just so freakin complicated #so just... #please don't be angry with my bby girl #just because her people were stupid #not all of them ofc