#bc i changed un right

[arcademgmt]

i cannot wait for g*nshin im//pact to die i want it gone and will piss on its grave

#listen i am a huge believer of the idea that consuming flawed media and understanding why it is bad is a good thing that we should be doing #and that entirely avoiding problematic media is stupid because there. Is no such thing essentially #but like i think there's a point where you go like... Ok. come on now. and fucking GI is like. #have we not by this point figured out how staggeringly racist this goddamn game is and how mi//hoyo is like. #not putting in a shred of effort to change that #and people will fight for their lives over this shit like it isn't a damn gacha game with THE most bland designs i have ever laid eyes upon #like brother. what is the point #i draw myself as comically pale on purpose right. and genshin characters are STILL more pale than i am #it is un fucking real to me that this dollar store racist BotW ever took off and is so popular sorry everyone #also i am not looking for a debate or argument here so if this rustles your jimmies do not bother please #i could say a lot more about this and go into more detail but i just want it out of my system #i am irate lately i am having med withdrawals bc i ran out. i need to complain about things

[loumauve]

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#sometimes I wish there was like a guide or sth to dealing with intimacy when you're ace #not just in relationships but also in relationships #bc sometimes I think back to conversations I've had with non-ace folks in the past #and usually they would come down to sth like 'when you know you know' #or 'there's gonna be this look and you'll know it's the right moment' #which all seems fake af and untrue and entirely un-applicable if you've agreed to sth else #like.. if you've agreed to not worry abt that and that you'll pick up the topic if anything ever changes #but how do you know if things have changed. how do you know what you want vs what you're wanting only in the moment #and how do you not make it awkward if you bring it up only to later realise maybe you were just having a weird moment #(like. I go through phases every month and I know it's coming. but I also know it'll go away again eventually) #(and like.. I guess I'm still terrified of setting expectations for things I can later not fulfill) #(and sure that's prob due to fucked up shit that happened in past relationships and this is not the same) #((..the difference a partner you can trust to keep their word on respecting your boundaries can make...)) #anyway. scared shitless of starting sth I can't finish. also unsure if I want to start anything in the first place #and just so tired of not knowing where to even fucking start. gonna blame my migraine weirdness for posting this in the first place #a day in the life of.. #(((how to know if maybe you'd like something now when you haven't in the past but now all parameters are different.. #..and maybe it would be nice but maybe it would still suck and you'd end up hating it and feeling regretful.. #..and maybe you'll never be able to get out of your head enough to just have a moment and go with it and be happy)))

[sundewa]

my stylus suddenly started being buggy and its an expensive one made to be compatible with my laptop i am Stressed <333

#yes ive changed the battery yes ive gone into settings and tried to configure it #yes i looked up the solution on reddit and there was none (HOW) #only other useful thread i found was where someone said the only way to fix it is to buy another wjoch is likw $100 HELLLLL #for context its stuck Only Right Clicking and i think the button might be jammed and i have no way to un-jam it bc its still clickable?? #sun.txt

[sereniv]

i mean whats hard to understand that there is like probably no religion or culture where its stayed exactly the same for years and no one within those culture and religion has different views

and BECAUSE a whole culture or religion is diverse in people and not clones, then only said individuals can determine what is needed to be connected to their culture or religion.

if you try and tell them no, they are wrong and they DON'T need something- then you are saying that your view is the right view- even with evidence or morals attached. which has never been a good thing

Bc again im talking individuals.

If someone feels it connects them to their god to use an animal or ties them to their culture, you have to accept that

bc like i know animals are sentient. but at the end of the day if there was a cute kitten and a human child and you had to save one im sure majority of people would save the human.

that doesnt mean they are less than. but if someone regardless of knowing sentience, personally feels that is needed to connect, to eat them or use them then you have to draw a line on who you accept and who you dont

if its for survival but not anything else then what counts as survival? for you to not die? because taking away someones personal way of connecting to their culture or religion could end up in their death.

which is why those ppl can do wtvr the fuck they want, and could even still be called vegan if they are doing what they can

bc im not about to draw lines on cultures and religions im not part of. that i have no idea others connection and spirituality and history and even whether or not their religion is real

like it ties in with being a smaller part of the population, hat in the future, would continue using animals

if we were to fix economy and the enviroment and distribution of everything and education and alternatives for animal products and everything is rainbows

there would still be some people that require that/need animal use in their INDIVIDUAL view on their culture or religion. like you could even say scientifically. because emotions and mental health etc

anyway im really high rn i hope this is coherent

and idk i just feel like recognizing those people who need animals, helps them feel more comfortable and not judged

whether they end up vegan (vegan society definition) or not, they can maybe not actively fight against us bc of what they think veganism is.

and not as some strategy to lure people in, i just genuinely love people. and i support marginalized cultures and religions??

again

every culture and religion ia going to have someone who does things differently or has a different view. thats how things become traditions and part of a culture these things didnt pop out of thin air

but you cant force it or else thats colonialism and that is bad 👎

Anyway i support the vegans that are already doing the most, yet still have/need to use animals. And that includes your individual view about your culture/religion.

i hope this makes sense

#vegan ref #like with FGM obviously im against that right. like you can disagree with culture or religion #And i would even fight for that. more so support those fighting for it. but there are laws for that. and people fighting for laws #within the culture or religion. thats the important thing. #i would only have opinions if there were no people within the religion or culture standing up and fighting for change #bc its not about my opinions. its about what the group of ppl want #bc there will always be someone who wants change even if its esting breakfast for dinner #so now breafast food is viewed as an anytime food. #but honestly. undocumented tribes who have or curently cannibalize. i can see it as wrong. but im not #wrong to kill someone i guess. i actually have no opinion bc im not in their shoes #un contacted* #but im not going to go there like some missionary and force my moral views on them. like even if it were a case of sacrifice or wtvr #so wheres the line drawn? un contacted tribes are off limits. but not everyone else and its like whats your reasoning #its ok for someone to hunt an animal for food but if that food is purely spiritual? how can you say then mental health doesnt count #its just like colonialism #like im not giving anyone a pass im just kind of broadening my scope outside my own experiences #idk how more i can explain #also when i say i have no opinion on canibalism it falls under 'is it possible and practical ' lol. bc literally #everyones situation is different #everyone is different #to make it so everyone has a more similar experience and situation then u just work on changing things around u #easy peasy. takes forever

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

wait fuck ok i’m back to being sad about it now

like the thing is that ed doesn’t really hang out with anyone but stede in season one, not really. and whenever he is talking to other ppl on the crew, stede is right there. the only exception to this is in episode 8 when jack brings the party energy and everyone is getting drunk and rowdy together specifically as part of jack’s efforts to exclude stede.

and as a fandom we always make jokes and theorize about what the relationship between ed and stede must look like from the outside, if they were all placing bets for when they’d finally hook up or if they had zero belief in stede’s ability to pull THEE blackbeard

but now i’m thinking about the crew’s perception of Ed Himself. of the crew’s perceptions of The Legendary Blackbeard and how that must’ve changed over the course of the first season. because when they first meet him they’re all impressed and starstruck bc yeah, duh, this is Pirate Beyoncé we’re talking about. they’re also in varying degrees “worried he’s gonna kill them.”

but they quickly see that the real pirate beyonce isn’t all leather and murder and head made of smoke. blackbeard swaps clothes with their cringefail (derogatory) boss for fun. he dresses up and goes to a fancy party just because he wants to—he’s not even trying to get anything out of it, doesn’t have an angle the way frenchie does, he genuinely just wants to go to a very un-Blackbeardy party and have fun. he tells them scary stories. he shows them some of his trade blackbeard secrets. he hypes them all up after their first fuckery (and i will never get over how cute that is exchange is, “scared the pants off me” and “i thought blackbeard didn’t feel fear” and “and i didn’t, until tonight” and the crew’s genuine excitement and pride). he goes on a treasure hunt with their cringefail (affectionate, now) boss and lets him dig in the ground to get it out of his system. they learn that ed isn’t just a scary pirate, he also can be silly and goof off and enjoy things that aren’t exactly compatible’s with the Blackbeard Brand

and beyond just not adhering 24/7 to the Brand, they learn that ed—that blackbeard—is human. is fallible. they see his first plan to escape the spanish fail, and they get to participate in the backup plan that he and stede come up with. frenchie sees ed get hurt at the fancy party in a way that he completely understands. lucius realizes that ed is just as into his cringefail boss as his cringefail boss is into ed, and over the course of giving ed a shovel talk he maybe learns that The Legendary Blackbeard might actually be nervous about a boy liking him back.

and none of this—NONE of this—makes the crew lose any respect for him. even pete never has a moment where his perception of his idol is shattered, where he’s disappointed that blackbeard isn’t all nine guns and zero mercy all the time. instead, pete expands his idea of what The Ideal Pirate (the ideal MAN) looks like.

i think by the time jack rolls around, ed is no longer on that Pirate Beyoncé pedestal to them. he’s still on a pedestal, a bit, but instead of seeing ed as this untouchable badass legend, they see him as like. the coolest guy on the ship. still a badass, still somebody they all respect and admire, but someone they can hang out with. someone they really want to hang out with. they want to impress ed because they want him to like them, they want to be his friend. and yeah, it’s played as a “your father and i are getting a divorce but we still love you very much” joke, but they really are so sad when ed leaves with jack.

and ed showing up with no beard and no stede, ed hiding in his cabin for. a day? multiple days? ed singing a song about his feelings. ed saying he no longer wants to go by blackbeard.

the crew is confused, but they’re on board. they don’t laugh at him for his (bad) singing, they don’t think less of him now that he’s sans iconic beard. ed, to them, is still The Coolest Guy On The Ship, and they want to be his friend. they’re excited to be his friend.

they want to put on a talent show.

and ed, right after getting stabbed in the back by jack and izzy, and then stede, and then izzy again—ed, who was so affected by the jeers of the rich fuckers at that fancy party, who grew up in a culture that doesn’t allow for friendship, a culture of everyone in various stages of fucking each other over—can’t see that. he’s got fresh heartbreak and fresh betrayal that are compounding on years of trauma and he hears them all chanting his name and he can’t trust this crew. he couldn’t trust his first mate, and he couldn’t trust his old shipmate, and he couldn’t trust stede. he cannot, cannot risk vulnerability with the crew. not again.

(and like, cmon, who is ed even kidding? he’s not made for things like softness and friendship and genuine camaraderie. trying to be anything other than blackbeard is like a wolf trying to fit in a sheep’s clothing, but the clothing is too small and everyone can see right through him and they’re all laughing and laughing and he’s the only one who can’t see what a joke he is. ed’s not an idiot, he knows there’s no way the crew is up their chanting his name and asking for another song because they like him. they just want the great clown pagliacci to come out and make them laugh.

so sure, ed’ll give them a show. they think ed’s funny? well he’s about to be fucking hilarious.)

EDIT: those of y’all seeing this in the ofmd tags are missing the additions where it gets even sadder

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd meta #edward teach #ed teach #edward teach born on a beach #crew of the revenge #s1e04 #s1e05 #s1e06 #s1e07 #s1e08 #s1e10 #txt #meta #mine #og

[iiiiiiis-things]

Period HC's with the Spiderverse

paring: (separate) earth42!miles morales, earth1610!miles morales, gwen stacy, pavitr parbhakar, miguel o'hara x femblack!reader

cw: period/vagina

blurb: what they're like when you're on your period

a/n: y'all i'm going through it rn. also this is what i used to translate my spanish

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earth 42 miles morales

now despite his cold demeanor he would literally be so god damn sweet while on your cycle

well- as sweet as he can be

you didn't even tell him, he found out bc you was getting out of line with him

"Aye Mami me pasa mi bolso" his face contorts in confusion as you suck yo teeth "damn i gotta do everything for you ? what's next you want me to change your fucking diaper?"

immediately notices

"you on yo period?"

you flabbergasted mouth gaped wide open

he already knows about everything cs yk his mom.. since his dad... nvm

does anything you want

tells uncle aaron that any plans for the following days of the week had to be canceled

literally with you 24/7

he doesn't even goes to the store to go get snacks

mf uses go puff

"miles you need to go home" you speak laying on his chest as you were slowly but surely drifting off to sleep "Ya le envié un mensaje de texto a mi mamá que no voy a ninguna parte"

wake up the next day to breakfast in bed

y'all bfrl we kno damn well he can't cook 💀

he ordered dennys while you was still sleep and js fixed it up on a plate to make it LOOK like he did 😭

whenever you lash out at him and get to throwing shi he js let's you

"i swear to god you got me fucked up!" you throw the remote at him as he moves to the right dodge it.

overall is js a big cuddle bug and servant for you to use <3

miles morales 1610

is literally clueless

you've been acting weird and being bipolar asf the past three days

breaking point was when you got extra mat at him for accidentally knocking over a vase (that he caught so it didn't break) when he snuck in your room window

"is everything ok? ¿Tuviste un mal día?"

boy wants to cry when you tell him to leave

"bro, just leave me alone i'm not in the mood right now" freezes at the word bro

"ok i'll swing by tomorrow?" he looks back at you out trying to see if you'll change your mind "mhm yeah later"

is so sad bc you didn't even say you love him ☹️

when he walks in the front door of his house mama rio IMMEDIATELY senses something is wrong with her son

stops whatever tf she was doing main concern being miles

"miles baby what's wrong ?" he lets out a sigh "i think y/n is mad at me" then proceeds to explain the situation

rio then explains wdf is happening

miles feels SO bad for not knowing 😭

is at your house the next day with a shit load of chocolate, a pack or two of gatorade, and some extra strength tylenol

he then tells you what his mom recommended (like what to drink and which medication works the best)

gets scared and lowkey flinches when you get cramps 💀

(you see him do it but he tries to plays it off)

is cuddling with you all the time

you play a prank on him while sending him into the drugstore to go ask for a period product that doesn't exist-

THE HORROR ON HIS FACE 😭

jeff being concerned on why their child hasn't been home for the past 4 days (dw rio explains)

gwen stacy

at first doesn't really get why your attitude is bigger than normal

but after the second day immediately understands

"it's your t.o.m (time of month) huh ?" you look slightly embarrassed "yeah..."

WILL go to the store to get you whatever you need

y'all share heat pads no one can change my mind 🙄✋🏾

y'all have talks over which pads and tampons are the best

y'all debate over pads the only agreement being that wings are better

but the both of y'all agree that tampax is on top 💪🏾

she would always be over at your house because she uses you as an excuse to get away from her dad :(

if y'all ever got it around the same time all HELL would break loose 😭

both of yall would be just straight up mad with eachother

"what do you want to eat?" she looks over at you as y'all walking to the mall food court "oh anything's fine"

walks over towards the chic-fil-a section "oh wait i don't want chicken, how about taco bell?"

mf groans and roll her eyes "i want chic-fil-a, u said anything was fine!"

"well maybe i changed my mind! if you wanted something specific why would you ask me?!" people start to stare as the heat of the argument rises

yall eventually settle for smoothies from jamba juice

she's more cuddly than usual which is completely fine

you make jokes about being blood sisters 💀

she does not find them funny.

pavitr parabhakar

you avoid him like the plague

why? because you do not want to lash out at your sweet, sweet , baby boy for no reason 😭

pav is like so confused

thinks he did something wrong ☹️

"hi y/n!" your walking to class as you hear someone calling you from down the hall obviously recognizing the voice of your boyfriend you walk faster so he couldn't catch up to you in the crowded hallway

"y/n??" stands there like 🧍🏽‍♂️

he thinks you didn't hear him and is probably just trying to get to class early to turn in late homework or something

but later when you two are supposed to meet up for chai after school (like always) and you don't show up he knows your avoiding him

baby is SO SADDD 😭

the next day he finally catches up with you as you walk into the school building and asks you straight up "are you avoiding me?"

you began to feel like the absolute worst gf ever as you see the worry in his eyes "no baby, i just- i mean-" he slightly bends his back leaning to get eye level with you "is there someone else?"

your heart sinks to your ass 😭

"what no pavi swear!" "then why are you avoiding me?" you sigh, giving in and explain what's been going on

"oh" he then stands up straight you began to feel he's about to be disgusted about you bleeding from your literal vagina until he wraps his arm around your shoulder and drags you into the school building

"babe i'm gonna be honest with you, i really don't care you could've just told me"

walks you to class as if nothing's happened

best.boyfriend.ever

i feel like his spider sense would kind help him see your ina bad mood idk

pepper kisses on your face

but once he sees you cramping it's over with

he's gonna cuddle you and not let you go (you have to force him off of you when you have to use the restroom)

asks auntie maya about it and she tell him everything you need, how you might react, and how he needs to watch everything he does to not make you upset

doesn't hesitate to buy pads if you need em

is constantly by your side

he👏🏾is👏🏾your👏🏾personal👏🏾heat👏🏾pad

whenever you get angry or upset he immediately apologizes and blames himself bc he thinks that if ur upset than he obviously did something wrong.

he def runs you hot baths with epson salt

ends up getting a period tracker app on his phone to keep up-

y'all were watching moana and he was trying his hardest not to laugh. 😭

why? because you started crying when maui left moana all on her own 🙍🏾‍♀️

and cried harder when he came back-

y'all i feel like i went a lil overboard wit this one 😭

hobie brown

this mf here

he will literally be the worst person to be around

idk how bt he knew it was coming before YOU knew it was coming

like y'all could be chilling on his couch and out of nowhere he goes

"you're getting a visit from aunt flow (i googled this) tomorrow you know that right?"

you being confused bc "who da fuck is aunt flo.... wait-"

hobie will never tell how he knows when it's coming but hey at least he reminds you 🤷🏾‍♀️

literally loves to piss you off

he likes seeing you all riled up

it's just something about the way you scream and throw shit at him for leaving the tv on all night

kinda like miles(42)- instead when you throw shit he catches it

smug the entire time.

the amount of teasing is crazy

"do you think you'll get pregnant if we-" "no" 🙎🏾‍♀️

he isn't a complete asshole

eventually throughout all of the teasing he does whatever you want him to do

when your cramping he helps by rubbing his hand on your lower tummy in circles

he does buy steal you candy from the store

if your craving anything he will most def go get it for you and if you wanna cuddle he would

he'll obviously kno that you want to but makes you asks bc he like that 🤷🏾‍♀️

"you alright?" hobie asks leaning in the door way of his bedroom as he watches you hug your stomach on his bed "could you help?"

"sure luv what do you need?" like bitch-

if you need him to go get you more this mf WILL ask you what size your vagina is 😭 (weirdo)

OMG NO BC RMB THAT ONE BAYMAX SCENE WHEN HE WAS GETTING THAT GURL PADS ?! 😭

he stands in the drugstore on the isle with the women necessities (after getting your size) while a middle age woman sides eye him as she slowly reaches for her preferred option

(the lady is confused on why there's a tall ass, guitar playing, punk, holding a box of literal diva cups in his hand 💀)

he eventually gives up and asks the lady if the ones in her hand are any good

let's just say he walks out the store with 4 months supply of period products

overall he's an asshole.. but he's your asshole 😫🤞🏾

miguel o'hara

now he's a little older so he isn't dumb

but he isn't the smartest either

a lot of people say miguel is sweet... no he's not

like bffr we see how SASSY this mf is in the movie 👏🏾😭

i feel like this mf would argue you down whenever your in a bad mood

"get the fuck out my way!" you scream at one of the peters as they bump into you knocking your food out your hand "damn what crawled up your ass and died"

you turn around to see nun other than your boyfriend

"you apparently, do you ever take a day off" his eyebrow raises a little "and leave you idiots running this place?" you roll your eyes as you walk over to grab a duplicate of what you just dropped

miguel notices how your more snappy at him, in fact you've been snappy the past couple days

"hey what's up with you?" he asks, yeah you guys bicker but it's usually playful flirting

"i don't kno, how would you feel if you were bleeding from your vagina?"

he finally gets it

later at home he walks in with a walmart bag of candy, a new fluffy blanket, and a gift card that has "im sorry" written on the front

he would stop picking with you knowing your attitude can go from 0-100 rq

like i mention with hobie and miles(42) i feel like he would just listen as you yell and throw shit at him

but because of his huge size he just sits there unfazed as you throw a literal flashlight at him (where you found it? no one knows.)

he would only cuddle with you at night saying "it's the only way i can sleep" when you know he just wants you to feel better

yes i got impatient with hobie and miguel.

#across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles morales #into the spider verse #spiderverse #y/n #miles morales #earth 42 #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles x black!reader #hobie brown #miguel x you #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #hobie brown x reader #pavitr x you #pavitr my beloved #gwen stacy #gwendolineuniverse #gwen x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #black reader #period cramps #period problems

[freakshowtwopointoh]

Hi!! Can I request jealous Jordan li where reader is spending a lot of time with someone else, maybe for a school project or something and Jordan notices and is like, nope, not happening, this one's mine bc they're so in love with reader and want all of the attention

Whew, that was a lot, haha,

Thank you!!!!

*not sure if u want established partners or situationship w feelings or something else, but i think imma go with situationship bc thats always the vibe for jordan lol if u want more established relationship lmk*

Debate club was a sensible extracurricular, and you had been doing it since your school stopped having model UN in 9th grade. It wasn't your favorite thing in the world, but you liked to argue, so it worked out. This week, you were arguing the "for" case with your teammate for the semester, Blake Mathers. He's a grating sophomore with floppy hair, and telekinesis powers you've only seen him use to enable his own laziness. The head of the club was nice enough, but he was insistent on "teamwork" when you'd much rather write alone. It was exhausting, trying to filter your thoughts and opinions, and allowing others to shine was not your style.

You try to pay attention to what Blake was saying about the topic, but all you were thinking about was Jordan Li. Ever since you made out at one of Dusty's infamous parties, they had invaded your senses and your thoughts. They'd catch you staring during class, or you'd wear a tiny skirt to a party, and you'd end up in a closet, or a car, or a bedroom, all limbs and heavy breathing.

"Um, hello? Did you hear me?" You shake your head.

"Sorry. Say that again?"

"The argument we wrote yesterday. It's gone - my computer got fucked." Ah, crap. This is the second time Blake's stupidity has made you re-do work. You'd done some research at the start of the week, and he'd forgotten to mention the topic had been changed. You sigh.

"Well, fuck. Alright, let's go back to the library then." You turn around and start walking, trying not to show your disappointment. You'd been hoping to "run into" Jordan at the JitterBean - hence the tight-ass skinny jeans.

Waste of an outfit, you think bitterly, pushing open the glass doors and setting up at the table that you and Blake had been using to do your assignments. Thankfully you'd saved your notes from yesterday, so you began reconstructing your argument while Blake screwed off.

You weren't paying much attention to what he was doing until you saw him fucking with Justine. Now there's some bullying you can get behind. You giggle, and watch as he makes another paper airplane fly around her head. She glares over at him and storms out, which makes you laugh out loud. The librarian glares, and you exchange a guilty look with Blake before getting back into writing.

The afternoon goes by easily after that. You were vaguely aware of other students milling about or studying nearby, but you were in the zone. Finally, at almost 8, the argument was done, and you saved it in multiple places just in case.

You wave goodbye to Blake, happy that the session went reasonably ok and the work was done. Saturday's debate was going to be a blast.

"Have fun on your little date with Mathers?" Jordan was leaning against the outside wall of the library, expression unreadable.

"Is the infamous Jordan Li jealous?" Their eyes harden slightly.

"Not jealous, just lookin out for you. He's a moron." They begin walking beside you, not acknowledging how unhinged they were behaving. Just looking out for you? If they weren't so damn hot, you might slap them. But the fact that they were asking meant.... something, right? You ignored how that made your heart swoop and just kept walking.

"We have debate club together, and he keeps fucking shit up, that's all." You say, in spite of yourself. If you were smarter, you'd let them wonder what you were doing with him. But you couldn't keep from looking at them, and feeling disappointed you can't make out any relief in their eyes. But then, their arm is snaked around your waist and their lips are at your ear.

"You wear those skin fucking tight jeans to just study with him?" You grit your teeth, forcing your mouth to not say what you wanted so desperately to say: 'No, I wore them for you, and you're clearly the idiot if you can't tell that I am so wrapped around your finger that I will dress up just in case I see you.' and just roll your eyes instead. They let their hand slide from your waist to your back pocket, daring you to stop them. And of course you don't. With every inch their hand travels, your heart skips another beat. When they squeeze your ass ever so slightly, a whimper sneaks out before you can stop it.

And with that, you're being pressed against a tree and their lips are on your neck.

"Fuck, J." You curse as their teeth sink into your skin.

"You're mine, baby. Only mine." They murmur in your ear.

"Always have been." You say back, almost moaning as they continue their assault on your neck. They pull away at this.

"Yeah? That why you're spending all your time with Mathers and co instead of me, in such," They pause to run their hands on your hips, pulling you tight against them. "delicious clothes."

"I thought you weren't jealous." You murmur, sliding your hand up their back. "But I wore these, and what's underneath, for you and you alone. He's just a moron who's forced me to re-do my work twice this week alone."

"Oh, you poor baby. Let me take you up and make everyone hear who really owns you." You barely hold back a moan as they drag you up to your dorm to fulfill their promise.

#jordan li #gen v #gen v prime #jordan li x reader #gen v smut #gen v fic #jordan li imagine #request #reqs open

[thelastofhyde]

prologue. rome.

pairing. tourguide!joel miller x fem!reader. series synopsis. on the brink of undergoing a life-altering change, you runaway from your problems in the only way any sane person can: embarking on a mediterranean cruise. there you meet joel miller, a grumpy, private tour-guide, who just so happens to be tasked with touring you through each stop on your cruise. from greek goddesses to roman ruins, you have ten days to avoid your fate. maybe a frowning, southern, sex-on-legs of a man is just what the doctor ordered. chapter summary. like all epic love stories, this one starts with a meet-(un)cute. series warnings. no use of y/n, set in 2015, cruise!au, rom-com, enemies-ish to lovers, sunshine!reader, tour-guide!joel, age gap, depictions/discussions of grief, angst, fluff, a whole load of smut, a lot of cheesy stereotypical romance tropes bc i just wanna see joel not suffer ( too much ) <3 chapter warnings. i’m pretty sure there’s no warnings this chapter. word count. 845. hyde’s input. & so it begins! my goal is to try post a chapter every other friday, but it may be weekly if i write + edit on time. likes and reblogs are appreciated <3 next chapter - series masterlist

Under the buzz of a dying light, you assess the damage.

Tousled hair, smudged mascara, bags under your eyes. Chapped lips, wrinkled clothing, a missing earring. Nail indentations, dry hands, a bruise on your knee.

You'd call yourself a mess, had you not been travelling at full-speed in the air, trapped inside an overgrown Pringles can that grew wings, for the past who-knows-how-many hours.

With a snoring seat-neighbour, a kid kicking at the back of you and the embarrassing sting of tears in your eyes, you'd not known peace until the plane had landed on solid ground. And, even then, the nightmare had picked right back up where it had left off, shapeshifting into a mile long customs queue and the overwhelming dread of watching the conveyor belt spin round and round with not a single sign of your suitcase.

It took a whole hour and speaking to an airport staff member later for them to find your case, right down the other end of the arrivals hall, sitting amongst luggage from a destination you'd certainly not arrived from.

But none of that matters, not now. At least you tell yourself that as you splash some cold water on your face. Looking back in the mirror, you try out a smile. It doesn't look genuine, but it's been a little harder to do recently, and so you give yourself credit for managing to at least have it meet your eyes.

There's a series of disgruntled, irritated faces that greet you as you exit the bathroom. You walk past them, head down, trying to count the beat in your footsteps and feel the roll of your suitcase's wheels.

Finding the signs that point to the arrival gate, you keep a low profile, as if anyone would know you here. Why would anybody know you here? Still, the need to stay hidden, out of sight, it intensifies, even as you take in the welcoming sign above sliding doors.

Buongiorno, benvenuto in Italia!

An overwhelming wave of loneliness hits you as you take your first step past the sliding doors, the usual hustle and bustle of an arrival's lounge greeting you. Couples embracing in reunion, families excitedly catching up on all that they've missed, strangers meeting for the first time, men in suits holding up signs with names and-

A different kind of wave hits you, physically, and suddenly you're on all fours, the sound of your knees smacking harshly into the marble floor taunting you with yet another bruise that'll be making a cameo in every picture you’ll take.

The world continues to pass you by, even as you juggle turmoil and pain. It’s a feat you’re trying to grow used to, but, for now, all you can manage is to not feel your stomach knot. You straighten your back, hands off the floor and your weight resting back against your knees. Pull a deep breath in, ignoring the tremble in your lower lip. In a moment of pure desperation, you wonder what more awaits you on this holiday from hell.

An awful flight, a lost-luggage scare, several bruises and now a public humiliation. What’s next?

You’re plucked up from where you sit, strong hands taking a gentle grip of your forearm. A simple tug and you obey the stranger’s signal, shifting to stand up straight. Turning on your heel to face your rescuer, you’re met with the back of a head, dark locks adorning it as the man reaches back down to grasp at your suitcase’s handle.

The man’s face is revealed slowly, undeliberately, as he rises to level once more, steadying your case back onto its wheels. Handsome, you notice the etching of laugh lines around his eyes and the peppering of patchy, yet fitting, facial hair along his jaw. A pair of headphones, big and chunky and sporting a wire, rest on the back of his neck and the strap of a backpack rests over his right shoulder.

You notice you’re staring a little too late, when there’s already a frown line splitting the skin of his forehead. Clear your throat, take back control of your suitcase and your senses.

Raised with manners, you rather clumsily thrust out your hand for the man to shake. “Thank you for your help, I appreciate it. So much. I'm-"

"You're in the way."

There’s no time to respond, not properly, as the man side-steps you with a grunt, his shoulder catching yours as he passes by. He doesn’t stop to apologise, simply readjusting the sliding strap of his bag and continuing his stride out into the sea of awaiting people.

Involuntarily, frozen where you stand, your eyes follow him as he comes to a stop in front of a uniformed man, a printed sign in his hand.

Signore Miller.

As you scan the crowd for your own name, spotting a casually dressed older gentleman carrying it upon scribbled cardboard, you repeat that name, over and over.

Miller, Miller, Miller.

Whoever the rude man may be, you pray for all those who cross his path on his trip.

#joel miller smut #joel miller series #joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfic #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal x reader

[olderthannetfic]

TL;DR: multiple people can arrive at the same fanfic idea/premise in different ways, but also, getting inspired by a different fanfic is not stealing, please don't gatekeep!

I joined a new fandom (it's Resident Evil (RE), which I'm mostly mentioning for that one 'nosy' anon because hell yeah I am super nosy as well, so here you go, dropping some names!), and I quickly stumbled upon one fandom-specific plot trope that I thought was both pretty neat but also super obvious (Infected!Character fic, which, in a world with zombies and viruses that cause zombies is a very logical trope).

Anyway, there was not quite as much body horror as I thought there would be, although I'm still looking, but that's not why I'm writing to you, that's just the (un)necessary background.

There was this one fic that I opened, which in its Author's Note clearly stated that the author set this fanfiction in another author's AU, because they loved the world created by this first author. The first fanfiction author basically came up with their own Infected!Character design and backstory (including fanart), and the second fanfiction author liked it so much they were now writing this fic based on/in that AU. Obviously not quoting the AN directly, but this second author was very complimentary and explicitly mentioned where they got the idea from, gushing about the first author.

In the AN for chapter two, the second author stated that they weren't aware that that first fanfiction author didn't allow others to write about the Infected!Character AU they'd made, that that first author in fact only allowed a very limited number of people they publicly approved of to write about their AU, and nobody else was allowed to touch the Infected!Character AU. This second author was now apologising in the AN for not knowing this, plus mentioning that they changed chapter one to switch up the backstory & design to not be too close to that of the first fanficton author's AU.

That made me sad, honestly. I've seen this attitude a couple of times, where fanfiction authors are super protective of their ideas that they won't allow any other fanfiction author to write about them, and it's always struck me as a little bit hypocritical, given the whole deal of fanfiction. Especially when the original/first fanfiction author is credited and the inspired work is clearly done because the second author loved the first fanfiction so much. If it's a highly developed/specific and original AU (so not just any common trope), and you don't even mention the fanfic you were inspired by, then I find that rude, but just flat out not allowing people to even touch 'your' thing? C'mon!

This partially ties into my other gripe about a specific type of comments I occasionally get, which are along the lines of 'huh interesting idea where did you get it? bc/btw there is this other fic with the same idea (posted before you)'; idk if I got the tone right, but they never seem to be actually genuinely asking how I got the idea (and I always delight in telling them, not sarcastically, I genuinely love talking about this stuff, bc I get inspired by the most random things and I love love writing 'original'/new things!! I love tropes as much as anybody, I read a shitton of them, but i when I write I love coming up with new shit/plot! it's so fun!!). They just vanish after my explanation, even when I try to invite further conversation. It always feels to me like they're 'checking' that I didn't steal the idea, and it feels a bit lousy.

I mean in (larger) fandoms, it is not surprising at all that two or three or even more people arrive at the same idea, maybe even inspired by the same thing, same reading of canon, or not, varied experiences--and just because the works are similar doesn't mean that they were inspired by one another, but if they are, that's not a sin! I just want people to not take everything in bad faith, and also, to not 'disallow' others from getting inspired, especially when they do it in a very polite manner!

It's because of comments like these that I sometimes, very privately, worry that before I'll manage to post the long fic I spent months writing--because I'm one of those who wants the thing finished before I start posting--somebody else will have a similar idea, post their thing first, and then I'll look like I'm lying about not reading/stealing their idea, or just jumping on the bandwagon, which again, it's not a bad thing, actually.

And it shouldn't be like that! I shouldn't worry, and people should also be more willing to accept that authors can arrive at the same idea at (roughly) the same time & accept that explanation without side-eyeing the author, and that if an author is inspired by a different fanfic, that's not a sin either (in fact, for me it would be an honour).

None of this is new either, but that RE stuff reminded me of it again.

Oh man, this is way longer than I thought it would be. Apologies. I'm going to add a TLDR at the start.

Anyway, I'm going to finish writing an Infected!Catboy!Leon fic now and be very unsurprised if I find out that somebody else has had the same idea long before me (aside from one or two reader fic inserts with that topic that I stumbled upon on tumblr, bc that's just not my thing at all (reader insert, I mean)).

--

In college, friends of mine had a falling out over one of them "stealing" the other's fic idea.

Space pirates.

Not specific space pirates. Not a way of integrating the concept that was fandom-specific. No, just the general idea of space pirates in the same fandom.

Never have I facepalmed so hard.

[footiehoefics]

Pretty eyes / Ojitos lindos

This is a repost bc the tags weren't working :(. Anyways sorry I hadn't posted in a while, I'm glad i was able to write this one bc it was an idea I've had for a while now. I hope you guys like :)! Tw none, fluff/light smut, 2.7k words

Gif: bluesmason

Hace tiempo que no agarro a nadie de la mano

Hace tiempo que no envío un: “buenos días te amo”

Pero tu me tiene’ enredao, me envolví

Iba por mi camino y me perdí 

Mi mirada cambió cuando tus ojos vi

Yo no te busque, no

Chocamo’ en el trayecto

Con tu alma es la que yo conecto

Tranquila, no tiene que ser perfecto, no 

I haven't hеld somebody's hand in a while

I haven't sent a "Good morning, I love you" in a while

But you've got me entangled, I got involved

I was on my own way and I got lost

My gaze changed when I saw your eyes

I didn't look for you, no, 

We bumped into each other through our path

Your soul is the one I connect with 

Stay calm, it doesn't have to be perfect, no

What you and Mason had was something very special, and both of you knew it. You are both certain it was love at first sight, as cheesy as it sounds. You fell for him, quick and hard. The first time you looked at him properly, like look straight into his hazel eyes, you knew you were fucked. 

Before meeting him you knew who he was of course, and you never thought you would meet him in a coffee shop in Manchester and end up falling in love with him. However, the last thing you were expecting was him falling in love with you.

It was lonely for him those first days in Manchester, but he had you. After you two met, he sat down at your table for a cup of tea and a chat and he asked for your number. He thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He definitely did not plan on seeing someone right now in his life, especially after making such a big change in his life. That all changed of course when he took you on a date. 

He didn't know where to take you not having lived in Manchester before, so you chose the place since you were a local. It was a nice, cozy and cute restaurant. It was also very private which he loved. That whole night was probably some of the best moments he had ever shared with someone. He knew he felt something for you that day at the coffee shop, but on your first date it completely solidified it. 

During your first date, you could not stop staring into his eyes. It was the loveliest and best first date you've ever been to. He made you feel things no one had, and things you hadn't felt in a while. 

After dinner, you took him to a park nearby. You were walking and talking, talking and walking. You learned so much from him and him from you. It was like you were talking to someone who you had trusted your whole entire life. It felt right and it felt like home. 

After debating it in his head, Mason finally had the courage to grab your hand and intertwine your fingers with his. It made your heart melt and your cheeks blush too which caused Mason to giggle to himself.  

Every day after that, the thing you both wanted the most was to be with one another. You craved each other’s touch and presence. It did not take him long for him to tell you about his feelings and how serious he was taking your relationship. You felt exactly the same. 

It scared you a bit, you feel like maybe all of this happening in the span of a month or 2 months was rushing it. All those thoughts went away when you were with him though. 

“Do you want to go to my home game tomorrow?” Mason asked you while you both layed on top of each other on his couch. 

You had never seen him play, the season was just starting and his first game was a home game. You lifted your head up from his chest to look him in the eyes. The same eyes that drove you crazy every single time you looked at them. 

“Do you want me to go?” you asked him back, resting your chin on his chest. 

“Of course I want you to go…” he replied, smiling and caressing your cheeks with his warm hands. You smiled at him, still looking at his eyes. 

“I’ll go, I want to see you play.” you told him. 

You lifted your body up towards him and kissed him lovingly. Kissing him was another thing that drove you crazy. Feeling his lips against yours, his nose brushing against yours. 

“I love you so much, you know?” he said, your noses still touching. 

“You do?” you whispered.

“More than you know” he replied, smiling. 

“I love you,” you said, kissing him, “so much.”

After that night, every morning you woke up to a “Good morning” and an “I love you” from your boyfriend. 

After what you went through with your ex relationships, you didn’t think it was possible to find someone as perfect as him. But you were very thankful and you thanked your lucky stars every day. 

___

Yo le hablo a Dio’ y tu eres su respuesta

Aprendí que los momento’ lindo’ nunca cuestan

Como cuando me regalas tu mirada

Y el sol su puesta, y el sol su puesta

Nada más seremos do’, tu y yo acariciándono’

En medio del tiempo,  sin decir adiós

I talk to God and you are his answer

I learned that pretty moments are priceless

Like when you gift me your gaze

And the sun its setting, and the sun its setting 

It’ll only be us two, you and i caressing each other

In the midst of time, not saying goodbye

The season did not start the way everyone at United was expecting, and certainly not the way Mason expected. He had trained loads during the summer to get back on track from his previous injury and start contributing to the team. The first games he felt like it was not clicking for him.

On top of the hateful comments and mean headlines about him, he picked up an injury. It added to the frustration he had and it upset him how the team could not count on him now. 

Once he felt his muscle tingle, he knew he had to get subbed off. He hand signaled his manager to take him off. He immediately knew Mason was injured and called another player from the bench to replace him. 

You could see from the stands Mason limping off the pitch. Your heart sank, you felt awful. He had been beating himself up for the poor performances, no matter how much you tried assuring him he was not responsible for the performances of 10 other men. It hurt you to see him this way. His confidence was low, his performances were not great because of it, his face when he looked at social media after games. 

After the game, you waited for him in the player’s lounge. You were nervous. You wanted to give him space but you also wanted him to know he could talk to you and confide in you. After all, you were his girlfriend, and you loved him more than anything. 

You saw him say goodbye to his physio, got up and got ready to comfort him. He approached you, and you could see the sparkle in his eyes was gone. Those eyes that you loved so much, did not look the same. He looked defeated. Once you two were close, you hugged him, not caring if he wanted it or not. It hurt you seeing him like that. He appreciated the hug. Your arms embracing him was the best feeling in the world for him. 

You two stood there hugging each other, your arms around his shoulders and his arms around your waist, for what felt like hours, in the midst of time. Your face was buried on the crook of his neck. 

“I’m sorry baby” you whispered only for him to hear.

“Thank you for being here, always” he replied, kissing your cheek. 

“Always.” you pulled away to look at him, and kiss him. 

You both left Old Trafford and headed home. The drive home was silent which was unusual, but you didn’t want to talk about it unless he started the conversation. 

Once home, you asked him if he was hungry but he said no. You watched him head to his bedroom with his head hanging low. You cooked something for yourself since you were starving, and also to give him some space. 

You ate your food alone in the dining room and cleaned up the kitchen and plates. You headed to his bedroom and saw him lying face down on his bed. You laid right next to him sideways, so you could scratch his head and look at him. 

“What did the physio say?” you asked, trying to start a conversation with him. 

“Um, I have to go tomorrow to get some tests done but…they think it will be at least a month out…” he said, turning his head to your side so he could see you. 

“Fuck…” you muttered under your breath. You got closer to him, still scratching his head with your nails, and brushing your nose against him. “I hate seeing you like this Mase…” 

“It’ll be fine…I hope” he sounded sad and defeated. 

“It will baby, I promise” you tried reassuring him. “I will always be here, after every good and bad game.” 

“Good, you're the only person I want to see after every game” he said, pulling a smile out of both of you. 

“You will get better, you will start getting into the rhythm of the team I promise. I don’t want to see your eyes and just see sadness, I hate it.” you said kissing his nose. 

“You have a weird obsession with my eyes you know” he told you smiling to himself. 

“Excuse you, but they are my favorite” you replied, pecking his lips. 

You changed into more comfortable clothes and got back in bed with him. These moments sucked for Mason, feeling the weight of the world in him. It also sucked for you too, feeling helpless. However, being there for one another was very precious to you both. 

—--

Cuando estoy encima de ti, de ti

Mami yo me olvido de todo, todo

No hace falta nadie aquí

Solamente tú y yo

When I'm on top of you, of you

Mami, I forget about everything, everything

Nobody is needed here

Just you and me

Having sex with Mason was something you were definitely nervous about. Before him, it had been a while since you did anything with anyone. You didn’t just want to sleep with someone and not talk to them the next day. It felt wrong to you. 

When Mason suggested you stay over after a nice dinner cooked by him, you knew it would probably lead to both of you naked on his bed. You’re not gonna lie, you really wanted him. There was no one else in the world that would make you feel this way. 

Nothing had escalated more than a heated make out session. Honestly, it could have since  both of you got really horny sometimes. However, you wanted it to be somewhat special and so did Mason. Mason wanted to make love with you, not just have sex. 

After dinner, you of course started making out on the couch, both of you had thought about this moment for a long time. How it would feel to have him inside you, how it would feel for him to be inside you. How it would feel to kiss every inch of each other’s bodies.  

Mason was currently on top of you, both of you completely naked, and just anticipating that moment. 

“Mase baby, I need you” you moaned against his mouth. 

He lined himself up with you, and started thrusting in slowly. He wanted to make you feel good, and like you two were the only people in the world. 

The room was filled with both of your moans and grunts. 

“Oh my god” you moaned against his ear. 

“You feel so good my love” Mason said, now looking at you. 

You stared into his eyes, while he thrusted still slowly to take his time and make you feel every good sensation. 

Once you both started panting more and more, you knew you were close. 

“Fucking hell” Mason said, as he finished, making you moan and finish too. 

“You are something else…” he said, moving hair out of your face and smiling down at you. 

You lifted your head a bit to kiss him. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” he replied, kissing you again. 

—-

Y solo mírame con esos ojito’ lindo’

Que con eso yo estoy bien 

Hoy he vuelto a nacer

Tu y yo, tu y yo

Tu y yo, tu y yo

And just look at me with those pretty eyes

Cause with that I am fine, 

I have been reborn

You and me, you and me 

You and me, you and me

Mason was a little disappointed in not being called up for the England capm this month. He knew, however, he had just returned back from his injury and understood the manager’s decision. 

He thought this break was the perfect opportunity to do a little road trip with you, and take you somewhere a little more sunny. It was still cold, but the sun and the beach made it better. 

He wanted this trip to be just you and him, no one else and no distractions. He also wanted to make this trip for you as a thank you, for being there for him even though it got tough. 

When you arrived at the airbnb he rented, which was right in front of the beach, you gasped. It was a beautiful little house with the perfect view. You both got settled in the house and decided to go to the pier which was not far away. It was a 15 minute walk from your place. 

The whole day was perfect. Holding hands the whole time, him giving you sneaky kisses, shopping a little, exploring the town and eating delicious food he was normally not allowed. 

“Why don’t we go to the beach to watch the sun set?” he asked, giving a kiss to your left hand. 

“Okay, let me just finish this” you replied, licking the drop of chocolate that was about to fall off your churro. 

Mason looked at you, and started giggling. 

“What is it?” you asked, “do i have something on my face? Mason!” both of you now laughing. 

“You have chocolate on the tip of your nose” he said, giggling. 

“How the hell did that get there?” you laughed, trying to reach for the napkin but Mason beat you to it. 

“I mean, you are devouring that churro like it’s your last meal”  he replied, removing the chocolate from your nose and making you gasp, jokingly acting offended. 

You both headed down to the beach and found a comfy place to sit down and admire the sunset. You were sitting side by side, resting against a rock, his hands on your legs and your legs over his. 

You rested your head on his shoulder looking at the seagulls fly by, the waves crashing and the sun setting. 

“This is nice” Mason sighed. 

You looked up at him, his eyes were closed, clearly enjoying the moment. You still looked at him though, admiring his side profile. He was perfect. 

“Are you staring at me?” he asked, still didn’t open his eyes.

“So? I can stare at you” you said, kissing his cheek. 

He smiled, and opened his eyes, now looking at you. Those fucking eyes. 

“Your eyes look even brighter right now with the sun” you said, placing your hand on his cheek. 

“Mmm” he hummed at the feeling of your skin on his, closing his eyes again. 

He leaned in and kissed you. 

“I love this, just you and me” he said, still inches away from your face.  “Just you and me.” you replied, kissing him once again.

#mason mount #mason mount imagine #mason mount fan fiction #mason mount fluff #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #Spotify

[i-cant-sing]

Everyone asking about the Royal Gay au meanwhile I'm just gremlining in the corner waiting for anything related to Re8:TRP bc I don wanna ask about it and potentially annoy you

Hmm, okay I've got a particular scenario in my mind:

Okay, imagine post re8, when Ethan forgot about saving reader, died, then came back to life with realisation that he forgot about you, so he "saves" you but you're too pissed at him (rightfully) and tell him that as soon you get out of the village, you're moving out because you can't be around him and Mia since Rose will always be a priority for them and you can't risk losing more of your sanity and self respect.

To which Ethan says "Oh... request denied😃" and then proceeds to kidnap you and take you home, where Mia has started to realise how important you are to the smooth functioning of this dysfunctional family and agrees with Ethan about keeping you locked up in your room.

They both think that you're just acting this way because you're "a little jealous" of the attention they've been giving to Rose. And you're being "totally unreasonable" because Rose is a baby, she needs them more than you do.

It never even occurs to them that you hate them because of all the abuse they've subjected you to all these years.

They don't understand why you're being so rebellious right now? Throwing away the food they cook for you, refusing to eat anything, screaming at them to let you go, trying to break the chains around your feet.

When will this "phase" of yours end?

Mia thinks it'd be rather better if they gave you silent treatment and ignored you and your basic human needs- yeah, that'll teach you to not bite the hand that feeds you.

Ethan on the other hand, doesn't agree with that (mostly because he's incapable of ignoring you now that he's become a yandere). He thinks you just need to remember all the good times. So he goes to the store to look through some very old boxes to find your old journals. He remembers seeing you writing in them as a kid, and if memory serves him right, you still used to write in them.

Pulling out the dusty old box with your name on it, he picked out a journal and began flipping through them.

-

Hours later, Mia entered the house, only to find Ethan in the store room, absolutely bawling his eyes out.

"Ethan? Hun? What's wrong? Is Rose okay?" Mia asked, immeadiately crouching down to hold him.

Ethan just hugged hia wife, crying into her shoulder. "S-she hates us, Mia."

"What?"

"She hates us! Y/n hates us!" Ethan cried out, pointing at all the journals. Picking one up, Mia began reading them.

I hate mom. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her-

The words continued for several pages, before moving onto Ethan.

Dad- I never thought I'd hate him, but I hate him even more than mom. How could he- how could he ignore my croes for help? Am I that unimportant to them? Or just unlovable?

I hate dad, I hate him so much.

I wish he was dead. Wish they were both dead.

Mia's mouth fell open, completely in disbelief that you would say something like that. And more than one time. In fact, several of your notebooks were just filled with words of hatred for your parents.

Ethan went out for a walk, telling Mia he just cant be around all of this right now, asking her to get rid of all the journals for him. Mia just nods, her mind somewhere else.

-

While Ethan is taking a walk in the park, wondering how to change your mind about him and Mia, his wife has decided to take a different strategy to make you regret those words.

Currently, your head is being held under water as Mia flushed the toilet bowl once again.

You gasped for her air as she yanked your head up again. "You un-fucking-grateful brat! How fucking dare you wish death upon your own parents?! I'm gonna make you wish you were dead-!" She screamed as she pushed your head back in the water.

"MIA!" Ethan yelled, pulling his wife off you, as you came up, coughing up the water that got in your lungs. "What the fuck?!"

-

You're wrapped up in a towel, sitting in your room, a chain still around your foot, as you hear Ethan and Mia arguing downstairs.

Arguing over their "parental strategies" for you.

Arguing over you.

You smiled a little. You never imagined they'd ever take the time to argue or even talk about you.

And all it took was your sanity.

I just know this how they be arguing:

Mia: What the hell, Ethan?! You said you wanted to try the "good cop. Bad cop."thing!

Ethan:

Mia:

Ethan:

Mia:

Ethan: YEAH! "GOOD COP- BAD COP" NOT "GOOD COP-HOMICIDAL COP" MIA!

Mia, voice breaking because no.1 manipulator: wow, I can't believe you're saying I'm the "bad cop". Is that what you think of me?

#yandere ethan winters #yandere mia winters #yandere re8 #re8 x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil village #resident evil #resident evil 8 #yandere lady dimitrescu #yandere lady alcina

[cgtg]

What did you see in Dave and Karkat relationship to make you write their interactions so well? (It's really impressive tbh, at least for me)

Like, did something snapped one day, and you started understanding how they balance each other or just how they "work"? (Sorry if it's hard to understand what I'm trying to say. It's quite hard to put what I'm thinking into words)

man thank you so much

i think you worded yourself totaly fine, the problem here is i dotn know how to succinctly define what i see in them

ive always thnought that dave and karkat bounce off each other rly well. i was obsessed with davekat as a kid too. between 2016-23 smth softly clicked into place for me.

what do i see in it? i dunno. in my interpretation, it's just... realness ?

its longform candid pointless comfort. its changing each others nicknames in the server, its making fun of a spelling error, its "fragging a noob", its a youtube letsplay of a game you thought you'd hate, it's meandering around your point and then stabbing it with ur own impatience, its feeding the trolls on your amv. its genuine interest in each other, hoping someone specific likes your post, being scared to go outside and being scared to stay inside. it's checking the comments against better judgement, its sampling their voice in your bgm. it's a combined pressure to be something the other person doesnt get, but does. its a very potent push&pull simultaenous in both directions. its "un"stoppable force vs "im"movable object. it's a puzzle & theres somethin very vital at the heart of it about turning around & seeing someone that sees you right back, like it or not. through a screen or through shades or eye2eye. inverted & subverted, exactly the same

it can be like 500 things at once, its so nebulous but always rly specific to them. you cant get this dynamic with any other characers, not in anything ive ever seen. unless u made ocs that act like em i guess. it is one of a kind

i didnt rlly get this stuff when i was a kid. i mostly shipped them bc my answer to any rivalry was "wat if they kisd", and theyre cool characters. i used to focus on the tension when i was a kid. theres a lot more to it than that.

because its also this BTW.

#i dont know anything for sure #only hussie woulg #i just feel this way #headcamon

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Okay but i have a question, bc you speak multiple languages. Feel free to tell me to naff off if you'd rather not answer, but

With synaesthesia, would two words with the same meaning in two different languages "look" (if that's the right word?) the same or would they be different because they look different on paper/sound different when spoken? So like, say, Welsh "love" vs English "love"?

No no, happy to answer!

They're different. I mean, there are always subtle nuances with these things anyway, because two cultures will never have a perfect circle of a Venn diagram in understanding a word, so to me 'cariad' and 'love' are very, very subtly semantically different anyway (the verbs are more different again, actually - 'caru' and 'to love' hold slightly different weights. I use them at different times with my husband.)

But yeah, fundamentally, they get different colours and shapes. Cariad is more pink, love is more yellow. Cariad holds the softness and security and peace of the cwtch, love is the happiness and joy of a sunny meadow with a light breeze. Cariad is more personal, love is more open. Cariad feels squishy, kind of? Almost like florist's foam, except it bounces back to its original shape when you stop pressing. Love is like a sphere with a non-gross gel-like outer layer, wet but not wet, and then an inner core like... a peach or something. Solid but not rock solid.

Actually, numbers are probably the best example of this. When I think of numbers in Welsh, the colours change. One is yellow in English, but un is a beautiful rich bottle green that shimmers very slightly.

#asks #synaesthesia #linguistics

[tirfpikachu]

i'm a tirf so i'm biased towards diplomacy between radfem & trans activists, but... @ radfems who want to actually reach non-radfems and make them care about feminism: try to have a feminism blog that isn't hateful to trans folks but still talks in-depth radfem talking points with trans-friendly language, keeping people interested in feminism. which i know would be seen as an evil twisted goal to most trans activists. like omg trying to get more activists to fight for social justice????? IT'S A TRICK GUYS YOU CAN'T AFFILIATE YOURSELVES WITH TERFS THEY WANT TO EAT OUR BONES

instead of a side-blog i recommend you sign up for tumblr again and make a different blog and use a sub-email address or whatever those are. basically you write your email address but before the @ put + with any word, like [email protected]. it makes it so you'll get the emails thru your usual email, so you don't need to make a new email account for this bullshit

i have a blog that has like TERFS DIE TOUCH THIS PAGE AND I'LL OBLITERATE YOU WITH MY KILL-BITCHES GUN or smtg written in my pinned post so ppl won't jump down my throat when they find my feminist post ~suspicious~ for being too activist. that way i'll have a better chance of actually reaching people!! and like, my real goal and honestly a main goal radfeminism should have imo is to un-demonize radical feminism among lgbtq people and average leftists!

i want to do that by telling them like "hey actually radfeminism can be reformed to be more dysphoria accessible thru non-triggering language etc so maybe if you're afab you need to look into it and not put feminism at the bottom of your activism priority list or do usual mainstream feminism crap!!! bc feminist issues affect you too even if you don't think about them!!! here's some actual feminist history to blow your little libfem mind!!!!!" so yeah let's see how it goes. highly recommend y'all who want to actually change minds do this!!! we CANNOT allow radfeminism's reputation to remain like this!!!!! we need more feminists, we need more activists, we have SOOOO much shit to do and more and more ppl identify as trans or are trans activists so that's a niche that we NEED to focus on even if you personally have mixed views about certain trans stuff!! with activism sometimes your personal opinions need to take the backseat! you gotta be professional and reach hearts and make real changes! it's not for everyone of course, and that's 100% valid, but for those interested who want more trans ppl and trans activists to be active feminists and make compromises and build bridges between the communities i RLYYYYY recommend a trans-friendly feminism blog.

tirfism is experiencing a small boom right now and i'm there for it! it could be a perfect way to rebrand radfeminism in a way that won't make trans ppl think we're all out to trigger their dysphoria carelessly or take their rights to change their bodies away and that radfeminism cannot be trans friendly. bc that's bullshit!! i'm seeing more and more transmasc radfems and transfem allies to radfeminism and it's fucking incredible. that's the future. transness is here to say, we all have to admit it, whatever your views on that are. so that means we either groan and yell at them 24/7 or we actually walk up to them and develop neutral, even positive relations. even if it's like two different nations that have a somewhat strained relationship. we need peace. we need diplomacy. we need change. we're all just people at the end of the day, being alive is hard af already. let's beat up bio/cis men..... together...... trans activists and radfems truly can bond over that <3

i also personally do feel some level of discomfort towards terfism, but i don't judge as long as ppl aren't openly hateful, and even then i still do want to hear what people who call themselves terfs or have negative views abt some trans stuff have to say! i don't want to ever be stuck in an echo chamber EVERRRRRR again. so i will always follow i disagree with on certain points. bc i truly love all women and transmasc people and what one person might say that i disagree with, they might say smtg else that absolutely blows my mind and helps me grow as a feminist activist! i have changed my opinion on social justice things a billion times and would think some of my old opinions are garbage now, but that doesn't mean i would've blocked my old self y'know? i truly do love having such a diverse feminist community! y'all are my people. and we'll never all agree on everything anyways. we can still chill and eat snacks together

the way that ppl block those they disagree with is childish af and honestly just escalates tensions bc no one listens to one another, it's just a quick block and leaving the issue to someone else! i love all my mutuals and i love respectfully disagreeing :') it genuinely is such a culture shock after coming back from super strict death threats heavy qweer spaces. i have absolutely fascinating discussions w ppl on here and we agree to disagree but still learn from one another and build bonds and find a middle ground it feels AMAZING. the grander leftist community needs to learn this and not jump to the block button so easily, it actually makes things worse for everyone!!

#lay text #tirf #research tag #radblr #i'm high so maybe i'm not making total sense sowwy lmao #my words

[urfavslav]

dialogue is from the movie un homme qui dort, narrated in english by thee shelly duvall. I changed a few lines, bc they wouldn't fit him other wise. cw: if u squint you can see the dissociation mentions. character/kakucho centric piece

You stay in your room, not eating, not reading, hardly moving.

It's been eight days since the horrific battle between tenjiku and toman, kakucho hasn't moved since he got discharged from the hospital, currently lying on the floor watching the ceiling fan spin slowly with the breeze of his open window.

You watch the basin, the bookcase, your knees, your eyes in the cracked mirror. The cup. The light switch.

His eyes slowly drag around his small 'apartment' room until they catch on the small sink. The one that he would use after every major fight, cleaning his worse wounds and injuries.

They catch on the book case, filled with books he enjoyed and ones he traded with Izana, littered with little annotations and highlights. Scattered sheet music with small notes of wear and tear. Records and cd's he had collected over time.

His heterochromic eyes catch on his knees that wobble every so often, threatening to fall or slide down from their bent position as if he were doing sit-ups. The cracked mirror that sits above his sink, the one that you can barely call a sink, the mirror that has taken his rage and now seems to be staring back at him. One red eye and one ashen. Is he sure they belong to him?

The cup that was filled with tea, how old is it? Ran got him this for his birthday, he should probably drink that tea, lest it gets dusty or stale, alas it's already cold. right? The light switch he never uses; getting up at the crack of dawn to work out, spending most of the day with the gang, coming back when he's had his fill of sociability, ready to eat and lie down.

You listen to street sounds, to the dripping faucet on the landing, to the noises your neighbor makes, having a coughing fit, his kettle whistling.

The later in the day it gets he hears the noise increase in volume, cars trying to get home, kids getting off school, sirens, doors opening and closing, cats, life goes on. life goes on and all he can do is observe in his state.

You follow on the ceiling the winding line of a thin crack. A flies pointless wandering. The perhaps calculate progression of shadows.

Kakucho's drowsy lidded eyes follow the small crack on his wall, leading from the door frame to the ceiling, a mere 15 centimeters. His brain finding anything and everything else to focus on. The fly that wanders in, making a few circles in his room before buzzing away.

You are 14 years old. You have 32 teeth, 3 shirts and 8 socks. 77,000 yen a month to survive on. A few books you no longer read, a few records you no longer listen to. You don't want to remember anything else. You sit, and all you want is to wait. Just wait until there is nothing more to wait for.

He feels dissociated from himself, his beloved hobbies now seem distant and unattractive. Why does everything remind him of Izana? The music that sits, collecting dust on his shelf. The shirts they bought together, although a measly errand, he treasured moments like those.

You don't see your friends. You don't answer the door. You don't go down and get your mail. You don't return the books you borrowed from the library. You don't visit your parents.

He disregards the hundreds of missed calls from his friends. He ignores the knocks that come and slowly fade away when he fails to answer the door. He sees the envelopes that get stuck in the mail slot. He knows his books are overdue, the pile mocking him near the door. He misses visiting his parents. He misses living.

★ all works belong to @urfavslav , do not repost on anywhere else with or without credit, do not plagiarise. thank you !

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[jeewrites]

Hold Fast Sneak Peek | Frankie x f!Reader

Rating: G for the sneak peek, but this blog is 18+ MDNI

Summary: Frankie goes to Pope's Gym for a workout with his bff Pope.

A/N: Wanted to drop a preview bc it's Frankie Friday! The next chapter is coming in around ~4K where we get to know more about reader, meet an OC who maaaay become a love interest for our dear Benny, and a 'lil' situation with the resident gym asshole. Banner image for aesthetics, does not represent the reader. Un-beta'd bc it's a sneak peek y'all.

Word Count: 430

Tags: no y/n, reader is a powerlifting girlie described as short and she has hair long enough to put into a ponytail, Pope owns a gym

“You can quit starin' Fish, she’ll be here at least 2.5 hours. It’s her SBD Day,” Pope ribs. "You text her about dinner yet?"

"Um…" Frankie pauses before choosing deflection. "Uh, what's SBD?"

"Jesus, Fish, it's been over a week," Pope chides.

"I mean, we've texted a bit," Frankie mumbles getting up from the bench and turning to face away from you, one hand cupping his neck.

"Squat, bench, deadlift," Pope responds.

"What?"

"That's what SBD stands for," Pope grunts, laying back on the bench to complete his set.

"She's going to do all three in one workout?!"

"She's planning to compete this year, so yeah," Pope unracks the barbell on his own as Frankie just stands there dumbfounded. He was beat just benching with Pope this morning.

He takes another glance in your direction as you wrestle your knee sleeves on and flop dramatically on the ground when you finish. As other members filtered around your platform, you greeted them like old friends with that warm, beaming smile of yours. Even the super intimidating woman doing tire flips in one corner of the gym broke out a smile when you arrived and waved to her. Frankie had noticed her shirt first, a deep red t-shirt with cut-off sleeves that read "STRONGER IS HARDER TO KILL" in aggressive black text.

He could watch you lift all day. The way you set up for your squat with mechanical precision. Your entire body language changed with a flick of a switch. You could be casually chatting with another person, but as soon as you walked up to the barbell and clicked your belt in place, you were methodical, intentional, focused. When your hands touched the barbell a streak of aggressive energy swirled around you as you swooped under the barbell and set your feet, left foot then right. Two deep breaths and brace. A flick of your ponytail over the bar. Back tight against the bar with an assertive lift-off. Right foot back then left. A brief pause. Then squat. Loading into your lower body with control. Driving up into each rep. Rep after rep. Pause. Re-rack. The switch flicks back when you lever off your belt and you're giggling again about something with someone until your next set. Rinse and repeat. It was fucking hot.

"C'mon Fish, top set," Pope prods, bringing Frankie back from his reverie with a groan. "If you get a move on, maybe we'll finish in time for you to offer your spotting services to her when she gets to her bench."

Frankie hustles.

Taglist: @katareyoudrilling @christinamadsen @rebel-held @littlemisspascal

(Taglist is open if you'd like to join! Also, do people use taglists for sneak peeks? Still bad at tumblr etiquette, lolsob.)

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