#but i’m trying to be less bitchy on ~main

[padfootastic]

oh no now i want to know what the throuple was (but also respect for ur space/energy)

hahaha it’s really not that spicy anon. i think you can probably take a wild guess and hit the jackpot if you know me lol

#and hey. if ur v curious u can always send me an ask off anon #and i’ll reply privately #i don’t mind talking in closed spaces #but i’m trying to be less bitchy on ~main #which means not clogging up the feed w hate ykno? #even if i don’t personally mind it—i know not everyone wants to see it #so gotta do what we gotta do #pen’s asks

[autisticlancemcclain]

What’s your most hated fandom characterization for each of the main 7?

hoo boy am i glad you asked. although i’m gonna be real, my issue is less with fandom characterization, because you do you i don’t give a shit, and more with how people go batty if you personally are not a fan of fanon characterizations.

like, lemme be obvious and talk about my biggest example. i am a brown eyed lance truther. we know this. the amount of weirdo comments, weirdo DMs, and weirdo asks i get is atrocious. i post a lot of them bc they’re so stupid they’re funny but the amount of people per week that tell me to kill myself is lowkey wild. the amount of people that love to say some variation of “i liked your fic but you ruined it by making lances eyes brown! his eyes are blue!” and i’ve checked other brown eyed truther’s fics — either they delete their comments better than me, or they do not get the same thing. idk what the deal is lol.

i will concede to the point that i’m a contrarian and annoying about it, but a list of the following non-fanon headcanons/characterizations i hold that have been commented on in some derisive way:

- bitchy hunk (lol)

- non “cinnamon roll too pure and baby and good for this world” hunk*

- allura is a good character (🤡)**

- allura is a sweetheart

- allura is not a drill sergeant

- kuron was a good iteration of shiro

- red paladin lance/black paladin keith/blue paladin allura

- retired shiro

- pidge is not cruel

- pidge is not an infant and can handle things a regular 14-15 year old can handle

- small details are irrelevant (think lances family, exact prekerb details, etc)

- keith gyeong and lance sanchez

- fucking brown eyed lance. i’m saying it again

- tall keith

- non omega keith***

- readmores

- autistic lance

- adhd keith

- non asshole/cruel keith

- comphetting gay lance****

- shallura

- bi shiro, demi keith, essentially any sexuality headcanon that isn’t mainstream

- hunk who isn’t food obsessed

- that’s about it

*stop infantilising hunk

**the allura hate is ridiculous and largely rooted in anti-Blackness. it should not be a fight to say that she had a reason to feel betrayed by keith’s heritage, that she did not “get in the way” of klance, that her death was stupid and ridiculous, that she is often pushed over in favour of klance (not as in she’s less popular, but that her/her death are used as a plot device to further klance), and that she is as interesting, nuanced, and multifaceted as the rest of them.

***people, inevitably, feminize characters in fandoms (largely because many people in fandom are young women, i know i feminize characters simply bc i’m making them like me and i’m feminine lol), and my issue is that people (in the general sense, not everybody) love to feminize keith and then get really mad if anyone else is feminized. this is not about fem or trans woman keith btw. this is about people omega-ifying him and then losing their MINDS if i don’t share that headcanon.

****i literally only wrote this once and then never again because people lost their minds. but as much as i love bi lance, i think it’s interesting that usually, when we see “boy crazy” or “girl crazy” characters, especially if they have a lot of chemistry or homoerotic tension with a same-gender character, people are like oh ya that’s comphetting. that character is desperately trying to outrun the gay thoughts. but with lance, who was definitely girl crazy and cared more about having a girlfriend than actually dating and falling in love (think “mrs blue lion” — he didn’t give a fuck about who he was marrying, so long that it was a girl), calling him gay will have people saying you’re erasing bisexuality. as if he was not fucking straight in the show. so.

sorry this is so bitter and ranty lol. been in a mood

#and have been wanting to complain about this specifically for months #so thank u for that #longpost #vld headcanons #rant #ask

[waynes-multiverse]

Plastic Hearts – Part 22

Pairing: Director!Dean Winchester x Actress!Reader

Series Summary: Los Angeles, 1985. Y/N’s a young actress without any success, hopping from one failed audition to the next until one desperate mistake brings her to her breaking point. Dean Winchester, on the other hand, is a grade A asshole and washed-up director at the end of his career, known for his godawful slasher movies in the 70s and his love for blow, booze, and women. Lost in the toxic Hollywood life, their paths cross when one hopeless little wrestling show changes their trajectory.

Chapter Warnings: +18, language, injuries, hospitals, jealousy, drug use, angst, smoking everywhere 'cause it's the 80s, girl fights, a whole lot of FLUFF

Word Count: 6.9k

A/N: Thank you guys so much for all your comments last week! So happy to bring these two idiots back to your screens of choice and give them an ending they deserve! Now, buckle up! We have some bitchy moments in this one 👀😇

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22. Girls, Girls, Girls

The gym smells of blood, sweat, and tears tonight. More so than ever before. The tensions run high.

It’s the first live taping since the show’s official cancellation. The first three matches have already run their course, the rest of the women joining Dean in his office, using the platform as the perfect viewing room. It’s like an NFL suite at Super Bowl. Everyone’s drinking, celebrating, and has gathered here to watch the biggest match of the night:

Red Sparrow vs. Liberty Bell

Usually, the green-eyed director would be bothered by the constant chatting, shrieking, and yapping. But tonight, he could care less as he passed the director’s crown on to his spawn, leaving Claire to man the booth and direct the show on her own, putting her AV skills to the test.

After all, the show’s already canceled. What’s the worst that could happen? Might as well let a rebellious teenager call the shots. Who gives a shit! Isn’t it awesome to be this carefree?

“Can you guys keep it down?” Claire hisses with an annoyed roll of her eyes, her shoulders tense with stress as she tries to concentrate on the monitors. “I’m trying to direct a show here! I can’t fucking hear anything!”

Amused, Dean chuckles. Now, his daughter finally knows what it’s like to be in his shoes. He’s tried telling everyone for ages that these women are fucking annoying and that being a director ain’t easy.

While the women are busy talking up a storm and pay attention to the match, Dean sneaks to his desk and opens the first drawer. He pulls out his pack of cigarettes, but it’s not a smoke he’s in the mood for. To his surprise and shock, however, the little bag of white powder he hides in there is gone.

Did he put it somewhere else?

Frantically, he starts opening every drawer, moving stuff in and out of them. He rummages through his folders on his desk, sees if he placed it there somewhere, but it’s nowhere to be found. His green eyes then dart to his kid and an eerie feeling settles in his stomach. Surely, Claire didn’t take it, right?

Like father, like daughter, it echoes through his mind.

He always loved the fact that his kid was so much like him – the love for good movies, the humor, the sass, the sheer unabashed talent. But not in that regard. God, does he hope she didn’t inherit his drug addiction, too.

“Claire?” Dean knows he has to be careful in his questioning, not wanting to alert the other women in the room to the pressing issue. But his daughter skillfully ignores him, too focused on her current task. “CLAIRE?!” he barks loud enough to rattle the entire office.

Yeah, okay, that wasn’t as smooth and inconspicuous as he had hoped, but he’s fucking panicking on the inside, alright? He has entered worried dad mode.

Don’t act so fucking surprised, okay? He has evolved like man is supposed to do.

In all honesty, Dean wanted to get completely clean two weeks ago. As soon as Y/N waltzed into his office and slept with him, he swore he’d never touch the toxic and nasty stuff again. He was done, and this time, it’d be final. No going backsies. But he had one teeny-tiny baggy left, and well, he hates to be wasteful. So, his plan was to slowly stop and keep the withdrawals at a minimum. And it worked great so far. It hasn’t snowed in four fucking days.

“What?!” his kid grunts back, audaciously annoyed.

“Did you snoop through my drawers and take my smokes out?” Dean asks her in his best dad voice. He’s gotten quite good at it since he practiced it over the last few weeks.

Do your homework!

Eat your vegetables!

Tell that fucking boyfriend of yours to stop sneaking in through the window, or I’ll get my gun!

“No, I don’t smoke!” Claire huffs without missing a beat and doesn’t take her eyes off the monitors even once.

Dean believes her. Usually, when she lies, there are a few seconds of thinking that pass by before she comes up with a reasonable excuse. Not that he buys any of them, but whatever. This time, though, she answered right away, and he knows she has no idea what he’s even talking about.

So, did he misplace it? You’d think he’d be more careful with drug storage, but sometimes it’s a glass of whiskey too many, and stuff gets lost. Did he leave it in the car? Is it at home?

But then it dawns on him. Joanna.

The blonde storms into his office, forcing the director to look up. Her mascara is smeared across her cheeks, her hair disheveled and overall she seems upset and out of breath.

“I need my own goddamn dressing room,” Barbie demands. “I can’t get ready and in the right head space with all of these women down there. I’m the star of the show. Some of us need peace and quiet to wash the shit of the world from us before they have to fucking perform!”

“Whoa, whoa, easy, alright? Sit down,” Dean tells her calmly and gestures to the seat in front of him, where the blonde immediately plops down with an exhausted huff. “You can get ready in my office tonight, okay? You want a drink? You look like you need one.”

Jo nods with a sniffle and accepts the flask he’s offering her, almost downing the whole thing.

“What’s going on? You good?” Dean checks. Usually, he wouldn’t care about the blonde’s feelings, but since she’s up against Y/N tonight, he wants to assure himself nothing goes wrong.

“Yeah, it’s just… Sam.” She scoffs and takes another swig. “He’s got a new girlfriend. His secretary, Jessica.” The blonde rolls her eyes at the name. “Who knows how long he’s been fucking her. Our divorce isn’t even final.”

Dean nods understandingly as he rises from his chair and pats the blonde’s shoulder. “I know. Divorce is shitty. You’ll get through this. Trust me.”

“Shit…” Dean mumbles.

He left an emotionally vulnerable woman alone in his office with a bunch of booze and drugs. How could he be this stupid and reckless? He doesn’t even suspect Jo took the coke on purpose. She was probably looking for a smoke and stumbled upon it, thinking, “What the hell? My day is already shit, maybe this makes it better.”

Dean knows because it’s usually what he thinks as well when he’s at his lowest. How do you think he got addicted to drugs in the first place, huh?

Here’s how: two divorces and a failing career.

“Boss?”

“Dean?!”

“Dad!”

The green-eyed director snaps out of his thoughts and turns to the room full of women upon their calling, all of them looking quite panicked and worried. It’s like a fox got loose in the coop.

His brow furrows as he approaches the booth and big windows, trying to see where the concern is coming from. “What? What’s going on?”

“I think there’s something wrong, boss,” Donna informs him. “That’s not the fight they’ve practiced during training. They’re going off script.”

Fucking shit…

“Dean, what the hell is going on?” Billie cocks an eyebrow at the director, but he can’t get himself to focus or reply as his green eyes are glued to the match downstairs.

Dean’s too cynical to believe in a God and has certainly never prayed before, but tonight he can’t help it and utter a quiet prayer, hoping for a goddamn miracle.

His heart is racing as he watches the match unfold. There’s nothing he can do about it. Nothing can stop it. It’s like watching a fucking car crash as a bystander on the sidewalk.

Looking at Y/N’s face, he can see that she’s panicking as well and getting scared. It breaks his goddamn heart. The actress tries to talk to the blonde and get through to her but to no avail. Killer Barbie is on a mission, and her target is clearly Y/N.

And then, it all happens fast. Jo throws Y/N onto the mat and grabs her leg, raising it up by the ankle. There are tears in Y/N’s eyes before an audible crack echoes through the gym. Y/N screams out in pain. Jo drops her foot and backs away in shock, hands high in the air. The entire gym becomes mum, only a few quiet gasps uttered by the audience bounce off the tall walls.

Dean’s heart is about to explode as he bolts down the stairs and almost takes a fall. He hasn’t even reached the ring yet and assessed the damage, but he already blames himself. This is all his fucking fault. Donna warned him, and he didn’t listen. Y/N was obviously not fine, and neither was Jo. How many goddamn warning signs did he choose to ignore? And for what? For fucking ratings no one even cares about?

Y/N’s agonizing scream rings in his ears as the director makes his way to her. Rufus is already there in his referee costume, trying to help her as best as he can. Dean’s so close he can practically count the steps to the ring. Has this gym always been this huge? It feels like he’s been running a mile.

But then, he’s abruptly stopped by Cas’ announcer voice and what his green eyes find unfolding in front of him.

“And here comes a camera guy to save our Russian warrior!”

Oh hell, no!

Dean should probably be glad that someone is helping her and not let his jealousy win. But does that someone really have to be fucking Benny of all people? The green-eyed director truly thought he was done worrying about that guy. Now, however, he has to watch that douchebag heroically carry Y/N out of the ring while the audience cheers and claps.

It’s his worst goddamn nightmare. Well, that and Y/N getting hurt in the first place.

“Put her down,” Dean demands fiercely as he faces Benny, his blood boiling as he watches the actress hold on to the guy’s neck and wince in pain. A bit of guilt mixes with his jealousy at that.

Don’t be an asshole. Focus, he reminds himself. Y/N’s more important than your fucking ego.

“What? No,” Benny denies his request with a confused and irritated frown.

“That’s an order,” Dean grits boldly.

“I don’t care. She’s hurt,” Benny snaps back with emphasis and acts like Dean doesn’t know what that means. “Fucking fire me if you have a problem with that. The show’s done anyways.”

That fucking little prick…

Dean purses his lips in frustration. What is he supposed to do now? Rip her from the guy’s arms? Start a fist fight?

“I can take her. I’ll drive her to a hospital,” the director insists with a little more reasoning.

“Let’s take my limo! There’s enough space for her,” Ruby chimes in as the whole pack of women flock to the rescue and worryingly gather around Y/N.

Great. More helping hands is what Dean needs right now.

“No, we’re taking my car,” Dean maintains, trying to remain calm amongst the concerned chatter. “Baby’s backseat got plenty of space, alright?”

“True,” Bela agrees with a dirty smirk.

Dean sighs, Billie rolls her eyes, and Y/N frowns at that. Dear God, these fucking women…

“How about we ask Y/N what she wants, huh?” Dean proposes, knowing the actress will surely pick him. God knows she’s picked him yesterday all night long…

Benny smiles as if he could win this battle. “Fine.”

“Y/N, sweetheart, what d’you want? Who do you wanna go with, huh?” Dean asks, lowering himself down to her with a gentle look in his eyes and a warm, caring smile.

“I don’t care!” Y/N whines with pained features and a high level of annoyance. “I just wanna go to a hospital! Any hospital in any car.”

Fair enough, Dean thinks dejectedly. Still, she could’ve done him a favor and picked him. He hates losing to a fucking camera operator.

“My limo it is!” Ruby exclaims and bolts ahead to the parking lot, keys jiggling in the air.

With a triumphant smirk, Benny turns and follows Valley girl outside, Dean swallowing down the urge to punch the guy as Y/N throws him an apologetic look over camera guy’s shoulder.

These fucking women…

Dean has floored the gas pedal of the Impala, but it’s fucking LA, so an hour was spent standing in traffic on the freeway. Moreover, he had to gather Claire and Cas as well and check on Jo, while Benny and the girls were already at the hospital with Y/N.

When Dean finally arrives, he rushes through the glass doors into the waiting area of the emergency room, Cas and Claire on his heels. His group is easy to spot, considering they’re all still in their fucking wrestling costumes.

His hands ball into fists when he sees Benny holding an ice pack to her injured ankle as she sits in a wheelchair, the girls scattered around Y/N on creaky hospital seats as they keep her company. He hates that camera guy is taking care of his girl. It should be him by her side, not some fucking footnote in this story.

“Hey, what the fuck is going on? Why is she still waiting?” Dean asks furiously, charging in full-throttle. His heart is burning for Y/N, and nothing can extinguish it.

Hell, if she isn’t getting help soon, he’ll burn this goddamn hospital down.

“Because she’s not a gunshot wound?” Ruby answers wryly, earning her glare.

But Dean supposes party girl has a point. It’s an LA hospital in a bad neighborhood.

“Want me to lick your wound? Saliva helps with blood clotting,” Meg offers as she holds Y/N’s hand tightly.

“She’s not even bleeding,” Cassie counters with a raised brow.

“She might be bleeding internally,” Meg argues and places her palm on Y/N’s forehead, taking her temperature.

“Stop it! You’re freaking her out,” Charlie scolds from the seat behind her.

“Why is this taking so long? My friend is in pain! Do you hear me?” Meg whines, calling to the nurses’ station.

Why are girls so exhausting? That question has been running around Dean’s mind for months now. He’s still lacking an answer.

Ignoring the female turmoil around him, Dean lowers himself down in front of Y/N and finds her eyes, smiling gently. “Hey, sweetheart. How are you doing, huh?”

“Dean!” Y/N smiles broadly when she recognizes him, her face lighting up and beaming brighter than the fluorescent lights above her. It warms his heart.

The director’s head then tilts slightly, inspecting her closer. She seems awfully chipper for someone in pain. Her pupils are gigantic, too.

Ruby leans in and whispers, “I gave her a Valium… and then half a Klonopin.”

Ah. There it is. She’s fucking high. That explains it.

Dean reaches out his hand and caresses her pink cheek, feeling her lean into his touch. “You feeling good, sweetheart?”

“I’m awesome,” she replies with a drowsy giggle.

He grins. “Yeah, I bet you are…”

Is it weird he’d like to fuck her in this state? Right, probably not a good time to ask those questions. (But he swears he wouldn’t take advantage of her. Just play with her and test her senses a little.)

“You’re so pretty,” Y/N tells him dreamily, making him blush hard as she touches a few strands of his hair and plays with them.

“And the first pill is kicking in,” Ruby notes, amused.

A nurse then finally walks into the waiting room with a tired gleam in her eyes and clears her throat to catch everyone’s attention. Dean can’t blame her. He knows it’s like a fucking circus in here.

“Good news. We have a bed ready, so I’ll take her back and all of you can leave?” the nurse explains and looks at the wolf pack hopefully.

Meg stares her dead in the eyes and replies flatly, “Not a chance.”

Yeah, Dean could’ve told that nurse those girls weren’t going anywhere.

Benny rises from his position and attempts to push Y/N’s wheelchair, following the nurse. But Dean will be damned if he lets him. Provocatively, he pushes the camera guy aside and scowls at him, making his territory and claim clear. The girls aren’t the only wolves in this waiting room.

“I got her. You can leave,” Dean growls with a deathly stare. “My show, my actress. I’m the director, and she’s my fucking responsibility, got it?”

Benny raises his palms in surrender and takes a step back. He already knew he lost when Y/N only had eyes for Dean as soon as the director showed up. A pill-high never lies.

The nurse helps Y/N into a bed in a small, quiet room. As they wait for a doctor, Dean impatiently paces the room, fuming away on his smoke. If you can’t tell, he’s far away from relaxed.

A man in a white coat with a friendly smile then finally strolls in and introduces himself. “Hello there, Y/N Y/L/N. I’m Dr. Gabriel Piccolo. Are you with the circus?”

Dr. Sexy, as Dean refers to the guy, lifts an eyebrow at Y/N’s unusual costume. You’d think as a doctor at a hospital in Hollywood, he’d see more people like this.

“I’m an actress on a wrestling TV show,” Y/N replies, not offended by his question in the slightest.

“Oh, uhm, I’ll have to watch it,” Dr. Sexy says politely and then gets straight down to business, cocking his head at her injured leg. “Okay, so left ankle. We’re gonna have to cut off this boot.”

“Oh! No, no, no. Sorry, these are important.” Y/N protectively throws herself over her knee-high army boot.

Dean sighs a little. Even high on pills and in unbearable pain, Y/N still prioritizes her silly job. “Alright, Doc. I got it,” the director relents and shoots the man a look.

Carefully, Dean unties her laces, loosening the shoe enough. “I’m gonna go slow, sweetheart. Just take it easy, alright?”

Dean flashes her a smirk and watches as she bites down on her lower lip, nodding. She inhales sharply and whimpers when he slips the boot off her foot. His fingers smooth over her leg, soothe the skin, and elicit a shudder from her. He can tell the action turned her on, can see the goosebumps rise on her arms as she presses her thighs together. He can practically hear her drip.

He smirks devilishly. Y/N sends him a knowing frown.

Dr. Sexy clears his throat and interrupts their heated moment, causing Y/N’s cheeks to flush furiously.

The doctor then assesses her ankle. It’s swollen and the skin a purplish-blue. Dean knows it doesn’t fucking look good. He guesses it’s not a simple sprain.

“Can you feel your toes? Can you wiggle them?” the doc checks. Y/N does as asked and moves her toes as best as she can. It’s not much though before she winces in pain. “How does that feel?”

Dr. Sexy touches the swell on her ankle, and Y/N squeezes her eyes shut and locks her jaw, a tear rolling down her cheek.

“Fucking hurts,” she grits through strained teeth.

“Okay, we’re gonna take some X-rays. See what we’ve got,” the doc finally says and disappears out of the room.

Y/N exhales an exhaustive breath and looks at the director. “Distract me,” she prompts with desperate eyes.

“Well, I’m not gonna be my regular chipper self,” Dean quips, making her laugh. He smiles, too, and leans in closer. “How about this?”

He wiggles his eyebrows and then dips his head, claiming her lips in a blistering kiss that makes her legs quiver. His tongue slips inside her mouth, swipes deep as teeth scrape her lower lip. Upon her first moan, he draws back with a smug smile.

He leans close to her ear, whispering against her shell, “You know if curling your toes didn’t hurt, I’d make you come so fast on my fingers right now, baby girl.”

Her eyes widen. She gasps and gently hits his arm in a scolding manner. “Dean!”

“What?” He chuckles and pecks her crown. “It’ll be alright. Don’t worry so much, okay?”

The girls then soon flood the room, one by one providing endless entertainment that surely no other patient at this hospital receives. Y/N’s a fucking star here, although she always is to Dean.

First, there was Claire, who practically emptied the vending machine, buying sweets and snacks for every taste (with Dean’s money). He’s nothing more than a wallet to that girl.

Meg, on the other hand, stole more pillows and blankets from other patients, making sure Y/N was as comfortable as possible. Ruby read Cosmopolitan to her and filled out the magazine’s sex quiz, intriguing Dean a lot.

Every girl pretty much brought their unique sense of entertainment, making Y/N laugh and smile so much she almost forgot why she was here. Only one woman was missing from the wolf pack – Joanna.

As Y/N is finally wheeled away to her X-rays, Dean decides to join the other women in the waiting room. He’s more than happy to discover that Benny actually left when he can’t catch sight of the guy anymore.

Guess the director is the true winner, after all.

Donna then approaches Cas, who’s nervously sucking on a cigarette in the corner by the vending machine, and hands him a clipboard with a hospital form.

“Y/N doesn’t have insurance, and we don’t know what to fill out,” the blonde tells him and meekly saunters back to her seat.

Cas frowns and looks at the women in disbelief. “How could she not have insurance? She’s a professional wrestler.”

Billie arches a sarcastic eyebrow at that and replies wryly, “Yeah, employed by Novak Productions, who doesn’t provide health care.”

Cas swallows guiltily and purses his lips. “How many of you don’t have insurance?”

Almost every woman in the room raises their hand, except for Jo, Billie, and party girl.

That tracks, Dean thinks and is not the least bit surprised. Judging by Cas’ shocked expression, though, this revelation clearly shatters the privileged rich boy’s world.

The producer nods earnestly. “This is my responsibility, and I will take care of it,” he promises. Dean gives him a pat on the back, letting Cas know he’s doing the right thing. If the producer hadn’t footed Y/N’s bill, Dean surely would have.

The director then glances around the waiting area, noticing the sad faces and depressed mood. “Alright, she’s not dying, okay?” he tells them and catches their attention. “You guys did a great show tonight. Why don’t you go back to the motel?”

“Great?” Donna cocks a brow at his word choice. “We were amazing.”

Charlie looks up at him, a hopeful look in her eyes as her red hair shimmers in the fluorescent light. “You think we get our old time slot back, Dean?”

Dean smacks his lips, scratching the scruff on his chin. He then shakes his head. He can’t lie to them. Knowing what he knows, he also knows it’s over. “No, I don’t. I think we’re gonna die at 2am… But we’ll die on our own terms, alright?”

Nodding, Ruby sighs loudly. “I’ll drive everybody home. And then, we get drunk while we ice our knees.”

As the girls start to gather their belongings and rise from their seats, Jo rushes through the glass doors. The women punish her with little glares on their way out. No one buys it was an innocent accident. In fact, Dean’s pretty sure the wolf pack believes the blonde tried to murder their beloved leader.

Dean, however, doesn’t.

“She’s in room 3,” he tells Jo without further comment.

The green-eyed director didn’t know what he had expected when he sent Joanna into Y/N’s room. Maybe that they’d talk like adults, get it all out in the open, and finally make amends. Be best friends again.

But maybe that was a little naive of him.

It all started out innocently. Dr. Sexy entered the room with a set of X-rays and left happily a few minutes later. Meanwhile, Dean and Cas smoked in the hospital’s corridor and drank the most awful-tasting coffee out of plastic cups.

Then, the mood started to shift. The guys could hear the girls arguing with slightly raised voices, just loud enough for it to drown out into the hallway.

“Eight to ten weeks? It’s not that long,” Jo could be heard saying.

“It’s the rest of the season. I won’t be on the show,” Y/N threw in through gritted teeth. Dean could hear the upset in her voice.

Jo scoffed, brushing it off. “Well, we’re getting canceled anyways, so… It’s just a job, you know.”

“No, it’s not!” Y/N’s voice went up a notch in volume. Dean knew she was close to reaching a boiling point. This wasn’t good.

“Okay, geez, you don’t have to lash out at me. I did not mean to break your ankle, okay?” Jo countered, pushing all blame off her.

“I don’t fucking believe you!”

And that was the turning point. That’s when the yelling started. The one that could be heard throughout the hospital, spilling into every room and probably several floors.

“No, no, no…. See, that was an accident, Y/N,” Jo says with a jittery voice. “Unlike the time you accidentally fucked my husband! TWICE!”

“You made out with my prom date on prom night!”

“That is not the same thing, and you know it!”

“Oh? Is it the same thing when you hooked up with your co-star at your stupid soap wrap party one week before you got married? And coincidentally, Sammy was born nine months later! Is he even Sam’s? ‘Cause he looks a whole lot like what‘s-his-face!”

“How dare you!”

“You didn’t even love Sam! You only married him for his money!”

“You don’t have the fucking right to say anything about my marriage!”

Cas swallows down a big gulp of coffee, sharing a nervously concerned look with Dean. “Should we, you know, go in there?”

Dean’s eyes widen as he vividly shakes his head. “Fuck no! Are you nuts? We stay right here. Look, men are simple. They throw a few punches and then share a drink. And women… Well, women do fucking this. Bottle everything up, even for years sometimes, till it fucking explodes. Trust me, they need this. Let ‘em get it outta their system.”

Fucking women…

“Oh, do I have the right to talk about your power complex?” Y/N yells. “Or do I have to schedule a meeting with all the producers?”

“I’ve earned my title!”

“Right, your fucking work ethic is legendary! I’m so sick and tired of apologizing about Sam! I don’t care anymore! I have eaten shit for months! I have done everything I can think of to make this right!”

“You can’t make it right!”

“Great! Then I’ll stop trying!”

“Fine!”

“Yeah, fine like you telling me I should get raped to save our show! The show you don’t give a shit about!”

“God, you’re so melodramatic! I just figured you’re already screwing our director for attention, what’s one more network executive!”

Cas blinks at Dean with wide eyes and a raised brow. “Are you-… Are you and Y/N dating?”

Dean averts his eyes to the blue wall opposite him and wordlessly sips his coffee. He has a feeling the girls’ fight is about to take a turn, going into a direction he doesn’t particularly care for. Why can’t they just leave him out of it?

Cas, however, takes Dean’s silence as what it is – an admission. The producer’s face lights up with joy. He excitedly rubs Dean’s shoulder and gasps giddily. “That’s so great! You haven’t dated anyone since Amara! I’m so happy for you! I love Y/N! Are you guys getting married? Did you buy a ring? Can I be best man? You know what they say, third time’s the charm!”

Dean scowls at the producer and heaves a deep sigh. “Calm the fuck down, would you? No one’s getting married.”

“Go to hell! I’m not fucking Dean, okay?” Y/N denies Jo’s accusation loudly.

Dean thinks she’s a hell of an actress. If he didn’t know for a fact that he was balls-deep inside her last night, he would’ve bought that little lie.

“Oh please! It’s so obvious!” Jo counters. Dean can practically hear the exhaustive eye roll that followed. “He’s following you around the gym like a lovesick puppy!”

That’s what Dean was afraid of. He does not like where this conversation is headed.

“He is not! Shut the fuck up!”

“Are you really trying to fucking lie to me, right now? I’ve known you since middle school!” Jo snaps. “And he certainly fits your glorious dating choices! Drug addiction? Check! Asshole? Check! Commitment issues? Check! He’s perfect for you. I’m surprised your slutty ass didn’t jump him the first day!”

“Oh, fuck you, you fucking bitch!”

“Slut!”

“Whore!”

Then, more yelling, more accusations, and more tears follow before Jo storms out of the room and bolts past the boys down the hallway.

Fucking girls…

“I’ve never felt so guilty about anything,” Cas mumbles next to him, completely distraught and shaken.

Dean scoffs. “Geez, you’ve lived a charmed life.”

“Thought I was gonna have a wrestling show, and no one was gonna get injured?” Cas shakes his head at his own nonsense. “What the fuck is wrong with me? I destroyed our little family! I mean, Y/N is a gimp.”

The director rolls his eyes and sighs. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. She’ll go on to have a full life, okay?”

Somehow that causes Cas to smile cheekily. He nudges the director’s shoulder. “With you?”

Dean sends him a thundering glare and dumps his burning cigarette bud into the producer’s coffee cup as he walks past him and returns to Y/N’s room.

Dean sat quietly next to Y/N as a nurse put a cast on her leg. The ankle, much like the women’s friendship, was broken, and the actress was out of commission for the foreseeable future. She hadn’t spoken a word yet, only sniffling and crying silently to herself. Dean left her alone and only handed her a tissue every now and then, figuring she needed some time to calm down and think. But he still wanted her to know he was there in case she needed him.

As the nurse finally leaves, Dean reaches out his hand and takes hers, drawing comforting circles on the back of it. Patiently, he waits till she’s ready to look at him.

“Well, I won’t be needing these anymore,” Y/N mutters with a pout and dumps her army boots on the little bedside table. “You should give them to Claire. She’d make a great replacement Red Sparrow.”

Dean purses his lips. It takes a lot out of him not to roll his eyes at her dramatization. He supposes that’s what he gets for falling in love with a goddamn actress – fucking theater no less. But he knows she’s really going through it right now, so he’s willing to cut her some slack.

“Relax, I’m not giving your part away,” he assures her with an easy smile.

“Well, you have to, if you want to keep the storyline moving forward,” she mumbles grumpily.

“Who cares? It’s just a TV show,” Dean argues.

However, that particular line seems to anger her. “Everyone keeps saying that. It’s not to me,” she contends and finds his eyes, her teary-eyed and desperate look boring into him. “I have people now. People who come with me to the ER. People who care if I’m hurt.”

Dean nods his head in understanding. He knows Cas and Y/N are essentially right, as much as it hurts him to admit it. They are a little family – a weird and incredibly dysfunctional one, but a family nonetheless.

“I know. I’m sorry. It’s just the easiest thing to say, you know?” he says and lets out a sigh. He rests his palm on her thigh and squeezes reassuringly. “How’s this? I don’t wanna make this show without you. I’m not gonna make this show without you.”

Y/N sucks in her lips, forming a tight line as she stares at her hands in her lap. “I thought we were all replaceable.”

Dean’s lips twitch with a smile. He lifts her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Well, you’re not, sweetheart.”

He leans closer and kisses her ardently till her toes curl. When she hisses slightly in pain, he pulls back, both of them chuckling.

Then, Dean swallows the heavy lump in his throat. He knows he has to come clean, literally and figuratively. He takes her hand in his again. This time for his own comfort.

“Listen, uhm, tonight was kinda my fault… on some level, at least,” the director starts.

Y/N’s brow creases, but she brushes it off with a disbelieving snort. “Why? Did you tell Jo to break my ankle?”

Dean chuckles lightly, although he doesn’t feel like laughing, considering he’s scared to death she’ll dump him in a few seconds once she hears the truth. “No, uhm, but she might’ve found something in my office that caused a lack of judgment on her part. I-, uhm, I might not have been as clean and drug-free as you believed me to be.”

“Oh. I see…” Y/N bites her lower lip and averts her gaze back to her hands, her fingers fumbling in a nonsensical pattern like a nervous tic. And then, she doesn’t say anything for serval minutes, while Dean slowly feels himself go crazy.

“So, uh, where do we stand? Are we mad? Disappointed? Disgusted? Sad?” Dean pries and pokes for an answer.

“I guess, uhm, disappointed,” she says finally. Dean sighs internally as his heart tightens. He had hoped it wouldn’t be that one. It’s the worst one. “And sad,” she adds.

Strike that. This is the worst one.

“Okay, uhm, good,” he replies before noticing her cocked brow at his answer. “I mean, not good-good, obviously. Just good to know where we are… So, where are we? Is this-, you know, is it over? Between us?”

Y/N glances at him slightly and takes a thoughtful breath. “No,” she says, and his heart rejoices with relief. “I kinda already knew you’re not perfect.”

Dean’s brow furrows momentarily before he smirks cockily. “Agree to disagree.”

Y/N tries to hide a smile at his joke. She’s unsuccessful in her endeavor. She squeezes his hand in reassurance. “It’s not your fault. It was still Jo’s choice,” she tells him. “Are you, you know, still…?”

Dean vehemently shakes his head. “No, no, I’m not. I haven’t for a couple of days, and I won’t anymore. I promise. Especially after tonight. I learned my lesson. I’m done with it. For good.”

“Okay,” she accepts.

Dean frowns a little because her forgiveness feels too easy, but he doesn’t get a chance to prod some more, her soft lips on his shutting him up for now. The kiss is fervent and sweet all the same. It makes his head spin and provides him with a completely different high – a much better one.

“Well, looks like we’re gonna have to get creative with this thing, huh?” Dean grins smugly and gently pats her cast.

Y/N throws him a raised look that borders on amusement. Of course, all he ever thinks about is sex. But she doesn’t mind a little sexy goofiness in her life right now and leans in for another kiss. He is a pretty fantastic kisser, after all.

“I got markers!” Cas hops cheerily into the room with a few pens held high in the air, watching the two of them quickly pull apart with red-tinted cheeks. The producer smiles adoringly at them. “You guys! Look at you! This is so exciting!”

“Oh, uh–”

Dean sees the panic spread on Y/N’s face and quickly swoops in, sending Cas a friendly but threatening look. “Hey, uh, buddy? Keep this between us, alright?”

“You got it! My lips are sealed.” Cas winks and locks his lips with his fingers, but his excitement isn’t even close to disappearing. “And I paid your bill, by the way!”

“Oh, Cas, you didn’t have to do that,” Y/N tells him sweetly and seems clearly flattered by his care.

“Yes, I did, ‘cause you couldn’t possibly afford it,” Cas says bluntly and uncaps a marker, signing his name on her cast. “And I felt so guilty.”

A knock on the door makes the three look up and watch Jo hesitantly amble inside, her head lowered in resignation and guilty admission. She holds up a duffel bag with a nervous smile.

“I thought you might wanna leave the hospital with pants on, so I brought you your favorite sweats from the motel,” she says and hands Y/N the peace offering. Y/N accepts it with a small smile. Jo then glances awkwardly at Dean and Cas. “As you may have heard, Y/N and I got into a big fight,” she explains the general tension in the room.

Dean nods curtly. “Oh, yeah, everybody heard.”

“Yeah, the cashier at the gift shop couldn’t stop talking about it.” Cas chuckles, causing Y/N and Jo to blush in embarrassment.

“So, what’s the plan, Dean?” Y/N looks expectantly up at him like he’s an oracle with all the answers.

Lucky for her, though, he’s cocky enough to provide them.

“You know what? We got four episodes left, right? Fuck it. No one’s watching. No one cares. Y/N can’t even walk. So I say we do whatever the hell we want,” the director suggests and grins broadly. “Let’s just set the weirdos free and see what the fuck happens.”

“I hope you guys have fun,” Y/N mutters with a hint of bitterness in her voice.

“Oh, you’re not getting out of it,” Dean interjects her pouting and self-pity. “You’re like a one-woman idea machine. I need you. Where we’re going, you don’t need legs.”

Jo smiles encouragingly at her and sits down on the edge of the bed as Cas hands her a marker. The two women then chat as if nothing ever happened, while the producer and the director share a confused look over the sudden ceasefire. But they take it as what it is – a gift from above.

Girls…

“Hey, uh, there’s something I need to do,” Dean says then. “Are you guys okay here to keep Y/N some company? I’ll pick you up right after.”

The three of them nod, and Dean feels confident enough to leave Y/N’s side. After all the emotional turmoil and chaos over the last week, the director direly needs an appropriate outlet.

The Impala pulls into the parking lot of H-ELLTV in Anaheim. It’s early in the morning, the sun barely up but still powerful enough that the beams sting his green eyes. Maybe it’s also the lack of sleep that causes it to hurt more.

Drugs aren’t an option. It’s too early to drink, even for him. And sex would’ve been possible, but he doesn’t want to be the ass that asks for it while his not-girlfriend is suffering in the hospital.

So, here he stands, next to Dicksuck Roman’s spot, where a beautiful dark blue Aston Martin V8 is parked.

Ever since Y/N told him what that creep tried to do, Dean’s been raking his brain with different revenge fantasies. Sure, he could cut off the guy’s dick and make him eat it, or cook his balls over a BBQ grill, or chop his head off and dunk it in acidic cleaning supplies. But Dean knows the only way to truly hurt a man is through his car.

The green-eyed director then pops open Baby’s trunk and hauls out a golf club. It was a gift from Cas that came with an invitation to hit the green in Pasadena for “networking purposes.” As if. Cas eventually accepted that Dean would rather kill himself before setting foot in that country club. (He might’ve also threatened to kill everyone else in it, which scared Cas enough to drop it.)

Dean’s heart soars high to the cloudless sky above as he administers the first few blows, shattering the front window and thoroughly denting the scratch-free and glistening hood.

Not anymore, Dean thinks with sinister joy.

He stops mid-swing, though, when Crowley walks by. The two men look at each other for a moment. Will the manager call the cops? Will Cas have to post bail on top of paying hospital bills?

But Crowley only bobs his head in acknowledgment. “He pisses off a lot of people,” he offers as an explanation and strolls ahead into the building, not paying Dean any more mind.

So, Dean continues hitting and swinging and batting until his lungs burn and his arms hurt. Only then does he drive back to the hospital across town to pick up his friends with a lightener heart.

23. Every Breath you Take – April 27

*sighs blissfully* Aah, some sweet fluff before all the drama starts... (And yes, I consider this chapter less drama and lots of fluff. That's how far we've come 😂)

Let me know how you've enjoyed this part! Are we rid of Benny for good? Is Y/N going to break Dean's plastic heart? 👀

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[mayakern]

I really like the way you draw expressions and how they are unique to each character even if they are expressing the same emotion! Any tips on how to practice that? I tend to draw expressions the same way for all my characters

thanks! honestly i think this mostly comes down to the characters having different face shapes and facial features. in drawings, a lot of acting is often done by the design itself, especially designs that come pre-baked with a primary expression.

this guy is basically the best example of that. he was made to scowl and the same range of emotions are gonna look way different on his face than someone else’s

ofc i don’t draw like this, but there are similar (tho less exaggerated) things going on in my art.

the other main thing, i think, comes from posing and the angle that you draw the face at. if a character is more expressive and confident, they will probably lift their head when laughing, but another character might express this in a more withdrawn manner, tucking their head in instead.

i’m no great character actor but when i draw the expression sheets i still try to consider the things i know about my character’s dispositions, what expressions they are most likely to show (or what would be most interesting to see them express BECAUSE it is a rare/difficult emotion for them) and how their temperament and their natural facial features effect those expressions.

hemlock is an innocent and earnest person who always tried very hard but has terrible luck

audra has a confident facade specifically as a form of rebellion against the people who want to see her vulnerable, but it hides a lot of pain

aerilyn is confident to the point of incompetence and has next to no real life experience in anything, leading to a lot of painful lessons

althea can only remember the last two weeks of her life but she is already world weary and exhausted (and also very, very anxious)

cassiopeia is very confident and sexy (literally played her for an TTRPG called Sexy Battle Wizards and her highest stat was sexy) and also kind of a smart ass and a bit of a (bitchy) mom friend

pearl also can only remember the last two weeks and she is 100% horny for life

#art #character design #art tips #dnd #oc #maya draws things #pearl is also actually a body snatching cursed necklace #and my dnd interpretation of the little mermaid.. with some creative license taken #i actually wrote up my own homebrew for her true body aka the necklace but i never got to use it

[foggywonderlandgentlemen]

Hi hello I am very interested in your thoughts on how 07 Raph was done dirty by the narrative, if you don't mind (I also just like hearing other people's thoughts on my favourite lad lol)

I would LOVE to ramble about this! Sorry for the late reply, I had to rewatch the movie so I could more accurately write a small essay in response. Anyways, Raph my friend Raph. Also Leo.

I guess my main complaint is that Raph and Leo are both framed by the movie as more or less equally “wrong” in their actions. They’re both arrogant, both hotheaded, and both completely unwilling to talk it out. So what all did either of them really do “wrong”?

Raph’s vigilante-ing is framed as morally wrong within the narrative, but no explanation is really offered. As TMNT, the group functionally operates as vigilantes, stopping crime and fighting baddies. When Raph goes off on his own, it’s really not the fact that he’s doing violent things that’s the problem. It’s the fact that he’s doing it alone.

When Raph is gone during the night, he sleeps during the day. His few interactions with his brothers are tense at best and downright hostile if anyone so much as looks at him wrong. And him neglecting to be around for his family has real consequences. Donnie and Mikey both have jobs to try to keep all of them afloat, to various degrees of bodily and mental harm. None of them really talk anymore, and the fault is largely placed on Raph. As Donnie says, “Your rogue attitude has always been a source of contention to this team”.

As for Leo, we see a lot of the same “problems” as with Raph. He functioned as a vigilante in Central America, he has a temper, and at the very least, a convincing show of an ego. He can’t interact with his brothers the way he used to because he’s been god knows where for a whole year. And again, his flaws are isolation and lack of understanding of his family as a result. And all of this culminates in The Rooftop Scene.

Oh boy, The Rooftop scene. So, they’re both kind of dicks in this scene. Understandably so, but it’s clear that the audience isn’t necessarily supposed to agree with either Mr. I’m Better Than You Leonardo or Mr. Anger Issues Raphael. Leo’s cocky, bitchy, and lectures him. But Raph is still dunked on for being angry, for having a temper, as if Leo isn’t just as bad. Donnie even mentions it earlier in the movie.

So what’s their beef with each other? Well, Raph tells Leo off for being smug, for coming back and immediately trying to take over as leader as if nothing has changed. He is mad at Leo for leaving, but doesn’t want to admit that things fall apart without him, so he’s angry at him for coming back too. His anger is completely justified in my opinion, but still framed as “bad”.

Meanwhile, Leo is suffering from an acute case of Eldest Daughter Syndrome. I could make a whole other essay on how Splinter treats him in this movie but I’ll make it brief: Leo is suffocating under the weight of responsibility, after having literally been told that it’s his job to fix the family, and wants everything to fall back into place. This obviously isn’t happening with Raph, so Leo gets pushy. He’s also of the opinion that regular human things should be left to the regular humans, while Raph thinks they should help whenever they can.

And then Raph leaves and Leo gets got, and the blame is indirectly put on Raph. He left, he was the one who ultimately “wanted” to be a loner. And as a direct result, his brother, having lost his swords in their confrontation, gets nerf darted and kidnapped. So Raph is framed as the bad guy at the very end of the confrontation. Even if neither party was necessarily in the right, Raph ends up being in the wrong.

In the very next scene, Raph confesses to accidentally leaving Leo behind. He directly says “I know there’s a reason why he’s the better son and I’m not” during this. Splinter gives him a brief pep talk, notes that his qualities could be that of a leader as well, but “only when tempered with compassion and humility”. Once again, Raph’s character flaws are front and center for this interaction.

And look, I’m not saying that Raph can’t be an angry little bitch at times. Of course he can! That’s part of why I like him so much! But his temper is framed as the guilty party, and he has to “redeem” himself in order for his arc to be complete. And his temper really isn’t the issue. Sure it’s not helping, but the real problem is both Leo and Raph’s tendency to isolate. And those qualities don’t come out of nowhere (side-eyes the previous movie’s trauma as well as Splinter).

They team back up, Raph saves Leo to “redeem” himself, they beat the bad guy, everything’s good! Except the fact that neither of their true problems were addressed. Sure, they’re a team again, but they never acknowledged the problem as both of their needs to be in complete control and completely independent. This could have been a fairly easy fix too, a short conversation where they both acknowledge their isolation at the end of the film would have sufficed. But they didn’t.

TLDR: Raph and Leo both got fucked over by their flaws being presented as anger and smugness respectively, when the true problem was their tendency to self isolate, which never got acknowledged.

#tmnt 2007 #ask #I hope this is coherent lol #thanks for the ask!

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

This might seem like a pretty out of the blue question but, how do you feel about characters that, due to trauma or a bad past, act very aggressive and/or distant to hide their fear of being hurt again?

I'm asking because, in addition to characters from series like Black Butler (Ciel), Vanitas no Carte (Vanitas) and TWST, a lot of people tend to ignore their pain just to focus on how bad of a person they are/were.

I was reading a Chinese manhua I borrowed from my friend at her place, and the main female is a girl who acts aggressive and has a short temper but it turns out that she's trapped in an unhealthy and abusive relationship with a man who's obsessed with trying to bring back his dead wife. Why is it abusive? The man makes her wear a pendant that he monitors her with, uses emotional and psychological abuse and manipulation, gaslighting, threats of r*pe and murder to control the girl's life and keep her as his bodyguard for fuck knows how long. All the while, he sleeps with and steals the souls of several people, convinced that his wife would forgive him for his infidelity (?) and cruelty.

According to my friend, a lot of people who read the manhua dislike the girl because, aside from her temper and bluntness, she slapped the main protagonist for trying to help her (he said "I'm here to help you. Stop acting like this." which triggered some bad memories. He meant no harm, mind you.) even after learning of her relationship with the man, saying stuff like "She's a powerful mage, isn't she? She'll be fine." or "She shouldn't have slapped him. This is her karma for acting bitchy."

So as someone with severe trauma and a lot of fucking issues, there is SO MUCH to unpack here if I get into detail so lemme put this here

Ok, so I don’t mean this to offend/upset anyone, and let me say, everyone responds to trauma differently, the brain isn’t programmed to handle lifelong trauma which can lead to acting out or doing odd things as trauma affects the mental state of an individual

Trauma actually is proven to mentally age children people far faster as it forces them to ‘grow’ faster (ex: Ciel, Jamil, Riddle) which can have a huge impact on their life (almost never good)

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If you act aggressive as an adult and hurt people, it doesn’t matter the trauma, you don’t have an excuse to hurt others physically or mentally, you are an adult, how you acts is on YOU. I’m told I’m overly nice (especially for someon whose literally died briefly and was physically/mentally abused for my entire child hood)

In childhood acting out with violence is common especially when uncomfortable or scared is normal and expected as they have no controlling their emotions.

Adults are different, irl im distant for dozens of reasons but I don’t take it out on people, and yes I’ve verbally gotten aggressive when accidentally (or intentionally) triggered by someone but I have a brain so I know to fucking apologize since trauma doesn’t excuse such inappropriate behavior.

For instance, I have trauma that some of characters above have, and less than others but I HATE seeing people use it to excuse shitty behavior (Twst is a HUGE example of this)

People react differently to trauma, that’s normal but once your an adult, do know you are responsible for your own decisions, for what YOU do. For instance, that woman from a manhua (idk what that is/ hadn’t read) has no right to physically slap another individual (especially one openigly stating they are tryna help) she could have fucking said ‘no’ or ‘go away’ or WALKED AWAY. Honestly she’s just making me dislike her based on that (like what was the trigger? I obviously don’t know the situation but it just seems like she wanted to take out frustrations on him)

I’ve been r*ped, beaten/abused, neglected, etc. for 23 YEARS NOW (OBVIOUSLY NOT FIR EVERY SECOND BUT STILL). How many people have I hit because of it? 0 (minus the ‘trigger’ I had while I was defending myself once but it did nothing, actually made things worse) how many people have I yelled at? A fuck ton. How many did I apologize to? Almost all of them.

I don’t give a shit when you yell at people in an argument but know this, you’re trauma doesn’t excuse what you say and due, it’s a fucking burden you’re stuck with , that has no upside. Yelling/attacking people is turning you into the monster and making others miserable and guess fucking what? OTHER PEOPLE CAN HAVE TRAUMA. What if you just fucking lashed out at someone more broken than you? You feel good now?

Lashing out isn’t a good option, she didn’t deserve what happened to her, but she has no excuse for harming the hero AT ALL, trauma isn’t an excuse to attack others to help yourself, yes when scared you want to fight but, APOLOGIZE... What, did she think hurting him would stop everyone who will and has ever existed from asking her the same thing? What if that hero has trauma and had a breakdown? Is that still ‘ok’ for her to do? No not unless it’s her abuser.

Like with that girl, aside from being resurrected and a husband, I’ve been through all the trauma she has since I was a young child (actually a lil more since there’s a LOT I’ve been through she hasn’t but I’m younger). And I’ve felt with it, so many time since then and I have breakdown often. I’ve had people who remind me of my abusive father whose almost killed me more times than I can count and I have literally permanent injuries from.

It’s ok to hurt but it’s not ok to hurt others(without concent), I know I sound like a broken record but it’s important to remember to an extent you can control your trauma, get therapy or have someone you trust who you can talk to about your feels.

Basically it’s ‘an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth’ that will cause more issues and fix nothing

If someone slapped me for ASKING if they were ok, I’d fucking panic and cry, running the fuck away and avoid that person till I fucking die. Like. You hurt me for asking if you were ok. That’s not ok under any circumstances what the fuck? I’d rather die in a ditch than talk to you…at least the ditch won’t hurt me.

It’s just, so BAD to hurt someone over a circumstance like that, unless he racked her to the ground or smn that physical violence is uncalled for completely.

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#ask #ask box #tw r*pe #tw ableism #tw assualt #tw truama

[thenewfuture]

(Yeah when it comes to the way the Reserve Course were treated, people tend to look at surface-level shit like Nagito's bitchiness. And ignore the fact that his fellow Ultimates aren't really much better in that regard, just less openly rude about it. With Chisa in particular coming across as really hypocritical and privileged when she treats her temporary transfer as a massive chore. Seemingly not even trying much to bond with the no doubt troubled students there.)

Yeah see, that’s the problem. We just don’t know what happened there! All we get from Chisa’s time in the Reserve Course was that it was, to sum it up, bad. What does that mean though? Was the learning conditions worse than in the main course? Was Chisa forced to act or do things another way? Are the students acting differently in the Reserve Course somehow? Is she truly privileged and biased as many think she is? We’ll never know!

And in regards to how Class 77 feels about the Reserve Course. I’m going to say their probably isn’t much bias there either because, 1. Mahiru abd Fuyuhiko have a friend/family member in the Reserve Course and it’s implied they visit them(or Mahiru at least does). And 2, at the start of Chapter 5 Hajime is incredibly worried what everyone else will think when he reveals he may be a Reverse Course Student but it just goes like:

Hajime: Guys I have something to tell you. I don’t have a talent, I’m a Reserve Course student.

The Others: Okay cool. Anyway, back to what we’re talking about-

They don’t care. That never made a difference in their eyes. They just see Hajime as their friend, talent or no talent. So maybe they see the Reserve Course students the same way. Just classmates, talent or no talent.

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#asks #anonymous #the new future #mod freeze

[arielmagicesi]

Tumblr keeps recommending me posts about how whiny and dramatic it is to get mad at a TV show, which is something I’m aware of, hence why I’ve been trying so hard to calm down lol. Consciously I am fine and not upset, I hope you all realize that, I just am a little over-emotional and likely projecting anxiety about IRL things onto fiction.

That said, like, you know it’s allowed to be emotionally invested in fiction, right? And to be irritated if it doesn’t go how you like? Just don’t harass the creators/actors/etc., or harass fellow fans, or let it have too strong of a negative effect on your own mental health without engaging in some self-care. You don’t need to make bitchy posts about how stupid people are for caring about their hobbies.

ALSO. in the specific case of this last episode of Shadows. spoilers below the cut

I personally am not “mad that the shitty asshole guy did something shitty and assholey”, I’m mad that the writers wrote this particular treatment of certain characters and wrote it with a tone that suggested... idk, a different kind of nonchalance than usual. I feel like there’s a difference between the wacky-hijinks tone of Nadja’s customers killing and eating Sofia Coppola, who showed up for a cameo specifically for the joke, and introducing a woman character who’s there all season to be brainwashed and psychologically tortured only to transform her out of existence in a way that also destroys the first real romantic relationship of one of the protagonists, and give a wacky-hijinks tone to THAT, you know? That needs at least the same level of gravitas that was given to something like Guillermo leaving the house in season 2 because he’s sick of bad treatment, or Laszlo killing Gregor for making Nadja cry, you know?

I don’t mind the characters doing awful things, they always have, but there have to be character-depth consequences to their more plot-relevant actions. Guillermo doesn’t have permanent damage from falling several stories onto a food truck because it’s a sitcom, but there SHOULD be permanent emotional damage from Nandor dropping their relationship several stories onto a metaphorical food truck, idk.

And outside the context of the show itself, people have been making more serious posts about how this is the first woman of color in the main cast, so while I get that she wasn’t going to be a permanent fixture of the show, they could have written her off in a less misogynistic/racist way. Like, in terms of the real-world implications of this as a show, not in terms of the Shadows-world implications of vampire behaviors.

ANYWAY. rant over. I hope I got that out of my system.

#wwdits spoilers #what we do in the shadows #written by me #probably should've made these two separate posts- one about general fandom behavior and one about my discourse- but oh well

[beaktube]

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Abandon all hope, ye who enter here, for this is the lair of Beak!

I am a creation myth entity/monster giftuber, and my specialty is creating whatever I please. Whether it is through drawing, modeling, animating, or any other medium I can get my claws on, I will find a way to bend it to my will and birth forth monstrosities of my own making and design.

Beak does not suffer the fool, so beware what you say or do- lest you leave with one less limb, or head, depending on my mood.

Regardless, do try to make yourself at home among the darkness of the void. I’m sure the icy chill won’t linger on your mortal form for too long.

Picarto

Archival Playlists (Youtube):

Picarto

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Hi, I’m the human behind this pain arcade.

In summary I’m a 31 year old nonbinary/agender from the USA, I like body horror, blood, guts, bleak as fuck horror, old animation styles, and monsters! I also prefer being around other adults around my age, hence the 18+ note on my blog, and my streams.

I stream mainly as a way to focus on my work, and having an avatar of my sona in the corner is just a way to have fun with it. I only recently sort of stepped into the whole vtuber community thing, and frankly while I like having fun with my avatar and streaming my work, admittedly the community is lacking to me and there’s not a ton I like. You will find out what those things are from scrolling through this blog, I’m neither shy nor quiet about it. You won’t find a whole lot of bubbly, surface deep niceties either. I have nothing to sell, and no burning drive to gather in a numerous tide of followers for ad revenue, all you see here is me.

So naturally I’m something of an outlier. I think it’s fitting though, given that my sona is a monstrous entity from a different universe.

That said, this account is just a place to stick all my stream related stuff so I’m not cluttering up my main blog with it. I like to call it a quarantine. I’ll reblog monster designs I like, and things that remind me of my sona.

Last but not least I keep the askbox open, but you are not allowed to hide behind anon like a little bitchy coward and make petty jabs. If you’re going to be a dick, you should have the balls to put your fake, also technically identity hiding name, next to it. I would rather deal with a complete set, if you will.

Here are some tags I use, to make it easier to find things:

Monster Appreciation - I reblog monster designs I like here, any commentary on them will be in the tags.

beastybeak says a thing - Text posts! Anything I talk about will be found here, including stream announcements. But beware, you may be in for an opinion you do not agree with and therefore a scare!

Character vibes - A place where I stick things that remind me of my sona, Beak. This could be music, memes, images, anything.

Beaktubin - The tag I use for stream related posts, Including stream and vod announcements.

#beastybeak says a thing #new pinned #since I got something of a bearing #or at least a strong inclination towards what I'm doing here

[nahalism]

“There are people in the world who do vile things” well statistically, it’s males meaning men who do most of those “vile things”, you have every right to not believe me but I doubt the Federal Bureau of Investigation is making it all up with their statistics. It’s not what “some men” do to women, every man is an active participant in a patriarchal society men aren’t the victims under this patriarchal society, even the good men benefit from the systematic violence and oppression that women are constantly subjected to. I’m sure you have other female friends, so if it’s just “some men” why does EVERY single woman and girl over the age of 14 (sometimes even younger) has a story of rape or sexual assault or sexual harassment? I’m sorry, I’m not trying to “spew” rhetoric or make you change your mind on anything but I don’t think you’re as aware as you say you are and I don’t mean to be rude or snarky or bitchy saying this (I hope I’m not coming off that way sincerely, I know I can but this subject touches me) and as for the “having a son” I don’t ever want kids, I would never want to have a child when there’s more ugly than beauty in this world, this ain’t no world for a child so really don’t worry about yet another child being unwanted and mistreated, I’m usually more wary of people that want kids because when a child is being abused its always someone close to them more likely a parent. I don’t think of children as having cruel motives, I don’t look at a male child and think “he’s gonna be a rapist” I think that the people kids grow up to be is just a reflection of how WE as a collective whole, as a society have failed them. I’m not saying men are inherently evil, I don’t believe that either cause that would take away accountability, they make the choice to view women as less and to treat us as less, men are every bit capable of empathy and love but a lot of them don’t choose that, enough of them don’t choose that, that it’s dangerous to live as a woman in any country of the world, now come on now.( and when I say “‘men” I mean the class of men, not every individual man, just like when we say “white people” it’s obviously not every white person in existence)

i saw this and didnt want to reply, but i said i thought more of these conversations needed to take place and so here we go. — i dont think your rude or snarky and i take no offence to you having your opinion. however i do think your ignorant. and i dont say that to belittle you. there are things im ignorant about aswell. but i say it because you clearly dislike tate right? one of the main criticisms many level at him is that he holds derogatory opinions of women simply because he was hurt by one. if the same was said to a women it would be largely accepted that its because its easy to diminish and erase the lived experiences and feelings of women. but its been easy to diminish his pain in the same way, because given the history you reference, its almost as if when men suffer, particularly white men, they deserve the pain they are only now reaping, because its merely fraction of what they've sowed, and because its a consequence of experiencing reality without having the benefit of the privileges they previously profited from as their aid. the ugly truth is nobody is listening or seeing truth, only what feeds their feelings snd perspectives, thus their interests. humans are diminishing the suffering of other beings all day long, whether it be the rich and the poor, different ethnic groups, academics versus blue collar workers, people with different political interests, the pain of the animals, and the imbalances in our habitat, and on and on and on. that practice is futile and serves the interest of very few who profit off of that discord between us. but it does not profit us or offer a solution to ending this cycle. the bigger issue with tate is that he is not only a chauvinist, but he, through the weaponising of information that holds fragments of truth (how to get money, how to build muscles, how to 'rise and grind') tries to employ others into seeing what he says as the sole truth and as such coerce them, through what seems to be reason, into believing what he has to say. you have just done the exact same thing. whilst you have backtracked from 'not all men are bad' to it now being 'some men', you have attempted to make me feel like my opinion is not valid because i am mis or under informed. that, in itself, is a form of patriarchal debating (erasure) and serves to push and promote your agenda whilst quieting my voice and opinion, which you not only asked for, but then used as a springboard to spread your truth as a truth. what you are doing now is symptomatic of the very patriarchal regime which you have so much distain for. why is it a crime to believe what you believe, and advocate for it (not impose it), whilst letting others believe what they believe and do the same on their end. no one needs to be crushed or cropped out of the discussion. the argument you are a proponent of is merely a different side of the same coin. im not saying your reasons for feeling as you do are not valid, or that you shouldnt believe what you believe. i am saying that i choose a different coin entirely, and that is my prerogative.

i am not the most versed on every single act of terrorism or hatred that has been waged against women. but am educated on the matter and have first hand experience (not that i have to prove myself to anybody) of it. i come from a tribe of women who had fgm forcefully practiced on them, who had marriage and laws used to keep them in servitude to their husbands (upon which they endured many other abuses that im sure you can imagine), and i myself was a victim of sexual assault and grooming from before i hit double digits till the age of 13. (its important to note that the abuse i received was enforced by both men and women). i know about patriarchy and have seen what it reaps up close, but i refuse to hate what hates me for the sake of my anger. i personally (you are free to respond as you choose) want solutions that bring unity and allow me to see each individual for the individual they are and not for who their predecessors left them the legacy of being. i believe its awareness and presence, with love, that brings healing, and we can only unite, if we make space for that healing to begin. so leave me to believe and do my thing as i will. you or any others who feel called to agree or join are free to, or are free to leave. all i will say, is be mindful of your assumptions, of your bias, and of the conclusions you draw as a consequence of them. it can lead to dangerous beliefs, and as such actions. the only wars i will wage are those that bring more love. peace to you and yours

#ask

[btr13]

So something that I can’t get off my mind is bothering me again. So, the main ppl in this are me, my ex-best friend K and then M. Basically, me and K were at a camp right? M was our roommate, and while she was nice to K, she was really rude towards me. Especially after she saw my phone case which is Taylor Swift related. Then M said, in probably the most bitchy tone I have ever heard, “You like Taylor Swift? How typical. I like Ice Spice, she’s much better than Taylor Swift.” Which of course caught me off guard, but I was thinking, I have to spend a week with her in here constantly so I might as well try to be nice, right? So I responded with “I like Ice Spice too!” Ignoring the other thing she said and she quite literally scoffed and was like “What’s your favorite song by her? I’m sure it’s Karma ft Ice Spice.” So I gave up on trying to be her friend, but here’s what I’m trying to understand.

If you hate Taylor Swift and are mad at someone for being a Swiftie why do you know the name of one of her songs? Also like, Ice Spice and Taylor Swift are friends, and most people didn’t really know about Ice Spice until she met Taylor. And I mean honestly, the majority of her listens are Swifties, you can’t deny that.

Of course now I know she wasn’t just being a bitch in general, she was childhood friends with K and “disapproved” of me for K so she wanted to make my life hell for as long as she could in whatever ways she could think of. Here’s my thing though, did you really think you judging the artist I like would make me break down crying? I couldn’t care less about your opinion bitch.

#m #k #ex friends #ice spice #taylor swift

[torterragarden]

Right so I took so long beating Mustard because I got bored of leveling my Kubfu and so I just. didn’t lmao and now I don’t have time to go adventuring with Hop tonight but I wanted to post some thots about the Isle of Armor so far

I was really into it at first. The Isle is super fun to explore and it’s what the Wild Area in the main game should have been, Mustard and Honey are both pretty likable, Avery is cringefail and bitchy and pathetic and I adore him so much, the trials themselves weren’t super interesting but the interactions with Avery and the others made it more fun. I was having fun.

But then I found things with Avery ended on an... anticlimactic note. Idk, I feel like I would have liked our rivalry to go on a bit longer and for his actions and tactics to be more underhanded than they were. I think it’s really funny that Avery and Klara try to cheat in their last battle with you, but Avery’s cheat is pretty weak. Klara sets Toxic Spikes before the battle starts and Avery sets Psychic Terrain, because of their respective type specialties, but I can imagine Toxic Spikes having more of an impact on the battle. Psychic Terrain didn’t feel like it did much for Avery honestly, though maybe it’s just because I mostly used my Hatterene against him lol. But anyway after that battle he just kind of goes “oh sorry I won’t be a jerk anymore” and that’s where it ends and it’s like. It’s like a much shorter and way less satisfying version of Bede’s arc. Avery doesn’t do a complete 180 personality wise but it did still feel a bit like. huh. That’s it? idk. I wish we’d gotten more time with him

And uh yeak okay where Isle of Armor really lost me was when Kubfu was brought out. I don’t like Kubfu, I don’t like its evolutions, I had 0 interest in using this Pokemon but they forced me to. Not even just they forced me to have it on my team, they forced me to level it up enough that I could take on a challenge where I was only allowed to have Kubfu in my party, and yeah it’s pretty easy to level up quickly in swsh but it’s still more time than I wanted to spend on a Pokemon that I didn’t want and won’t be using after this. Maybe that sounds petty but idc, it wasn’t fun. At least in XY when they forced me to use Mega Lucario it was only for one battle and I didn’t have to do the work of leveling it

Now Hop is here tho and I love Hop and I’m excited I get to spend more time with him, I’m sure I’ll enjoy that part at least. Overall tho I think Isle of Armor is... meh? It’s got some stuff going for it but I found its charm wore off fast. Crown Tundra is the one I’ve heard good things about the most so I’m looking forward to that

#sage plays shield

[high-fructose-dreamscape]

Day 7

Be proud I’ve made it a week so far.

To end day 6, I ultimately played league all day. Unfortunately anybody I made plans with either forgot to message me back or were just busy.

To start day 7 it’s 2:27. I know I’m lonely but this for some reason hits different.

I think I struggle with the idea of coming to terms with how lonely I am. It’s a lot to take in. When I need immediate help I don’t have that and futuristic plans almost always fall through. It’s really hard to mentally manage.

I don’t have the energy to do both and so I feel like I need help. I can’t make both distant and close plans together. But I need both: as in I really do need social activities to work towards as goals: trips, dinner, movies, etc, but I also need the option of talking to someone just on a regular.

Most people seem too inconvenienced by conversation with me, as it takes them so long it makes me feel more than forgotten. I don’t like that. I don’t want to be a main priority but I don’t like waiting days for a conversation that I was invested in.

Hmm…

So I made it home. Reflecting on day 6, my life feels pretty empty lately. Without money to run the shop and any friends to hang with, I feel that I fall back into my constant video games and workout routine. Mentally I deteriorate and get spiteful. I need a happy medium. But then I look to myself and wonder what will be my other 6 reasons why.

Karaoke was decent to night. More on the dry side but I saw kat. Christa had me watch her. I got to sorta talk to Amanda though I’m starting to feel like she’s annoyed by me as she’s less interested in what I say compared to many other people she talks to.

Maybe I’m just as boring as I thought. I feel really shitty butt j tried my best tonight.

If I had to ask how to make it better, going home to something to call mine would make it better right now.

I’m sorry I’m just bitchy. I keep telling myself to breathe and to not be so whiny but I guess I’m just back to talking myself out of it. I’m scared again. I’m afraid I won’t do it right. It’s also the timing. I have to keep spacing it away so that I don’t mentally destroy a few people who lost loved ones recently.

Ugh. I fell asleep. Luckily I parked a block away so I wouldn’t be woken up.

I went to check my messages but I just got Walgreens calls. I want to message a friend to hang but honestly I’m just tired of rejection. Who’s gonna wanna spend time with me?

I’ve been searching through my social media and phone and I just lost interests. It’s depressing. I feel a sense of loneliness was over me as everything got cold.

I won’t tear up. I have to be strong.

It’s been about 2 hours now since I woke up. I’m spiteful and mean as the lonely thought keeps circulating my head.

I can’t help but feel angry. I’ve disappointed the little boy inside of me. The boy who just want to be with friends is forever alone.

I’ve lost interest in everything today. I barely eat. Maybe I’m the one who needs to be reminded to live.

I want to reach out but I don’t want to wait right now. I don’t want to fight for their attention.

I’m trying to be productive but I feel my chest get heavy. It’s beating harder. I close my eyes and try to clear my head but all I can think about is throwing everything away.

I promised I wouldn’t so soon. But I just hate this feeling. This pain in my chest is so strong. It’s the same pain I had when Gwen left. I feel this sting every time kinga does her thing. Everything got heavy. My head gets cloudy and I get anxious. I get tired and I feel my face tense.

A few deep breaths later I just feel tired.

I have to refine my plan. I tell myself that I’m the end it’ll be alright. I won’t have to worry about being alone here.

It’s honestly starting to sound more and more relieving to. It eases my pain more and more when I think about it. I’ve started picturing it. I’m gaining solace.

Tomorrow seems so close and long. I’m almost scared to work.

I need to toughen up right now. I feel the water run down my eyes again. I need to control my breathing. I’m getting light headed.

I wonder what people think of when they think of me. I wonder what my other reasons will be.

I’ll write later. I feel myself falling into the fade. I need a nap.

[lovecolibri]

We're getting zero hints on what's going on with Alex and Malex, but don't worry, now that Echo is having another major disagreement for the umpteenth time, Rosa will be allowed to exist long enough to patch up their relationship. This show, I swear.

I cannot tell you how hard I rolled my eyes at seeing Echo are going to have the exact same argument they have ALWAYS had because the show refused to allow Liz to stay angry at Max for the rest of season 1 and never let them address between each other what happened with Rosa so we are stuck in a loop of the same dumb thing keeping them apart. I loved Echo in season 1, but at this point we have been shown in no uncertain terms that they have irreconcilable differences in their moral stances on just about every major thing they run in to. So one or the other or BOTH of them go behind the other’s back to do what they think is right and then something major or tragic happens and they join forces again, until they run into another thing they can’t agree on. 

It’s exhausting. 

How are they trying to sell us this as a soulmates story when instead of standing back to back and fighting everything together as a team they are constantly on opposite sides of the argument?! I’m not saying the “perfect” couple never disagrees but at this point, have we ever had a plot come up that Liz and Max DID agree on what to do about it? 

And I know, I know that Amber had other projects she was filming (GOOD FOR HER!) but they have not spoken Rosa’s name in FOUR EPISODES. Having her pop back up just to be Liz’s sounding board about her relationship with Max yet again? It’s so disrespectful. I know we talk about season 2 being this show’s demise, but the second they had Liz just *shrug* and forgive Max, it was the beginning of the end. Instead of having her stick to her guns and Max sacrificing himself to bring Rosa back to her and Liz spending season 2 grappling with her anger at Max and what happened to Rosa, with what he did to bring Rosa back, and how he did it without asking her and now she can’t even yell at him about it because he died?! THAT would have been interesting. Instead of Liz being “so in love” and fighting to get Max back to the point she neglected her sister that Max raised from the dead, we could have seen her and Rosa together working through what happened, maybe along with Kyle bonding with his sister and Liz getting to be pissed all over again when she finds out Max is still somehow partly alive but also causing Rosa to struggle. Her and Michael bringing Max back because BOTH of their genius levels increase when they are pissed off would have been fun to see, and then we could have had Liz in a place of being ready to talk to Max, only for him to come back evil and deal with that for more than 2 seconds. And then we could have done amnesia!Max in like, the last bit of season 2 (also for more than one episode) after he wasn’t evil anymore, or in season 3.

The way everyone was obsessed with dead!Rosa in season 1, but the main important people (Liz and m*ria) can’t seem to give less of a fuck about her now that she’s been raised from the fucking grave after 10 years is a crime actually. The way the writers forced her to spend almost all of her time with the woman who (unknowingly or not) murdered her, while barely letting her have scenes with her sister, BFF, and new-found brother, and not AT ALL with Alex who we see playing music with her in flashbacks, is baffling to me. 

The only good news coming out of this is that Rosa will be back and if she’s talking to Liz about Max at least she might get to be snarky and bitchy about it, which she absolutely deserves.

#my sweet nonnie friends #roswell nm #roswell spoilers #roswell nm my behated #rosa ortecho #rosa deserves better #anti echo #i guess #more like the writing for them sucks and they could be amazing if they were allowed to be #but instead they need to constantly be fighting for the *drama*

[glitterypeanutmugnickel]

If you actually did read the click bait you would find that the facts don’t support the nastiness of the headline AND there’s little support for charges of racism. I’m gonna have to filter teen wolfs now, these bitchy little kids are trying to be Destiel all over again.

[unohanadaydreams]

Don’t ask me why I made this, just know that I’m right and this is not just a Headcanon post but real. It’s not me having brain worms haha that would be insane. Honestly I just started thinking about how the hell arc introducing Seireitei approved social media would be such a mistake but god would it be fun to watch.

The Current Captains On Social Media

Shunsui Kyoraku - Failed erotic novel author turned romance/erotic novel reviewer. The fan base for his work is very small compared to his actual following. There is some divide in his followers—those who follow for his life updates and those who want to hear him talk at length about his latest read. Funnily enough, his quick, messy posts usually paired with scenery or a selfie are his most popular writing, often hailed as snippets of his poetic soul. Lots of people want to give him a hug.

Soi Fon - Adamant privacy and safety poster. Took to code and anti-virus technology well, much to Mayuri’s annoyance. Posts tips and tricks that read more like demands. Is known for her bitchy responses when followers @ her with their progress that are eaten up gratefully. Her advice is punctuated by posts admiring athletic women and these women make up the bulk of who she follows. She seems to admire runners and lifters the most. Her threatening posts when people hit on her too hard/with too many notes to back them up are turned into copypastas.

Rose Otoribashi - Has one of the larger followings thanks to his nostalgic visuals as well as his dedication to frequently posting new music. He has a personality that’s easily digestible when viewed through snippets. The fact that his passion is music and his job is news/editing also do him a lot of favors. He loves doing live streams and encourages his followers to perform for & with him.

Isane Kotetsu - Her growth being captured on social media not just as a captain but as a person has given her a fan base that feels extremely protective of her. She’s less known for what content she brings and more for her personality. Any creative content she posts is likely to start trending. Especially her ‘peaceful morning’ videos and reflective writing. She’s one of the more interactive posters, beloved for her encouraging responses.

Shinji Hirako - As a more private person, he doesn’t have much of a following and his most popular posts are candid moments posted by others. Lisa is a large reason people consider him endearing in anyway. Definitely the kind of person who is either considered cringe or cool with little in between. The kind of guy who asks what he should do with his hair and then goes with an option that wasn’t listed.

Byakuya Kuchiki - Has an extremely scheduled and curated presence on any site he’s on, but is nonetheless adored. He used to ask Renji and Akon for advice on how to handle some of the more online behavior (like being @ed by women who photoshop them as their date to events or being asked how many notes a date would cost) but stopped quickly. Turns out saying something is flattering leads to more of that behavior. Any selfie he posts is edited and reposted into oblivion until it’s thousands of people’s pfp.

Tetsuzaemon Iba - Despite him being one of the most well rounded captains personality wise, he gets put onto block lists the most for his dedication to concepts of manliness, which are easy concepts to feed to the social media outrage machine. Women’s Association vs Men’s Association is a popular meme where the former is something sensible and the latter is something ineffective/archaic. That being said, he’s also known as a ‘problematic fav’ and people will often post memes about abandoning their feminism for a few minutes to like his selfies and training videos.

Lisa Yadomaru - Another captain with a large love and hate following. Often picked apart for interacting with porn/hentai accounts, thirsting after women openly, and posting pictures alluding to her sexual escapades. Despite her account being regular food for the outrage machine, she doesn’t seem to care or pay attention to it and is forever horny on Main. She posts a lot of candid photos/videos of her friends. Recommends the best fucked up fiction.

Kensei Muguruma - Of course he does cooking videos, but what really does well are his cooking challenges. He forces his lieutenant, friends, and colleagues to compete with him on making a better dish on a time limit and often with other handicaps. Usually wins. His bloopers get a ton of mileage when he posts them. His merch is constantly sold out. People often dress up as him for Halloween/conventions, usually with foam or blow up arms/abs.

Toshiro Hitsugaya - Another captain with a huge following due to him approaching social media with his tireless work ethic. His ice sculptures are very popular and his pop-up galleries sell out in hours. Is actually a huge fan of ‘cozy’ games and is known for having beautiful towns/farms/ect that showcase his attention to detail. He does events in Minecraft sometimes, where he guides people through building large scale projects (and also feels like he’s making friends but that’s left entirely unsaid). A bit harsh, but beloved.

Kenpachi Zaraki - People question if it’s really his account because it’s so random at times, but he posts videos of him mowing down his subordinates during training so it has to be. The odd content includes engaging with easy recipes & activities for toddlers and increasingly complicated punk hairstyles that he really does try out. He also posts weekly, asking for people to volunteer and fight him. The human world especially loves this and he gets a lot of responses. He tries to set up times to fight them but Nanao threatens to delete his accounts and put him on suspension if he attempts to follow through. He posts a lot of post-battle pictures and humans gobble it up. “Just fought *insert ridiculous thing here*” is a huge meme.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi - He is constantly making new accounts and circumventing bans for posting links to his old lab work, that often involves heinous amounts of gore. Actually does have a following, often from those within his own division, those hoping to be in his division, or humans who see him as edgy and a little bit off his rocker, which they think is cool. He posts pictures of himself whenever he switches up his look. And posts Nemuri a lot with unhinged captains about how she’s going to outpace even the head captain and no one could make someone as special & smart as her. Just comes off as a really passionate dad. Plenty of people are convinced he’s a creepy pasta project ran by a dude with a daughter.

Rukia Kuchiki - Like Isane, she’s really loved for who she is rather than creative content. Even her attempts at being stern and ‘captain-like’ are fawned over. She has a line of children’s books, stickers, and notebooks with her cute drawings. Her most popular set was when her daughter contributed. The human world is convinced Renji is her house husband and her life is generally seen as all around ‘goals’. Her posts are riddled with mistakes and very sporadic; she’s posted accidental live streams while she did paperwork and they went viral. She posts tons of candids of her subordinates and family but they are usually blurry or actually videos.

#bleach imagines #bleach headcanons #shunsui kyoraku #soi fon #rose otoribashi #isane kotetsu #shinji hirako #byakuya kuchiki #tetsuzaemon iba #lisa yadomaru #kensei muguruma #toshiro hitsugaya #kenpachi zaraki #mayuri kurotsuchi #rukia kuchiki #Mayuri having conspiracy videos dedicated to him actually fuels me