#do people really not recognise that what they're doing is wrong

[ask-the-no-killing-game-au]

Can I get a recap of what happened in this AU so far? I'm really confused because it seems like *alot* has happened

No art with this one, sorry - I'll be updating this regularly & a link to the post will be in my pinned post so it can be referenced at any time for anyone new to the blog. I recommend reading even if you've followed the story to ensure you have everything clear.

TW - death (both murder and self inflicted).

Near the start of the blog, Veronika tried to stop herself from living. Arturo walked in on this, recognised that she was in extreme pain, and decided to finish the job for her, killing her just as she woke up.

Arturo didn't realise until after this that both Xander and Nico had witnessed the murder as Veronika's door was open. He forced the two of them to keep quiet about it by threatening to kill them if they told anyone.

Eventually, with the fact that dead bodies' conditions get worse & harder to hide overtime, Arturo forced Nico to help dispose of the body while Xander had to stay inside Veronika's room.

In the building where they're staying, there aren't many places to hide a body, if you consider factors such as blood and the smell. Arturo was also in an extremely bad state mentally, so with him not thinking straight, he hosted a dinner that the whole cast (minus Ace, Arei, and David) attended. However, for the food.. instead of serving the food from the kitchen, he instead made the desicion to cook the dead body.

The rest of the cast, totally unaware of what they were eating, all finished the meal together and split up. This wasn't it, though, as Teruko, Levi, and Ace all searched the kitchen, just to find evidence of what happened. They informed the others, which obviously terrified Nico.

Nico, now convinced Arturo would think they told everyone & murder them, spoke to David, who is also dealing with very bad mental health to the point where he can barely move, and convinced him to dress as them, thinking that if Arturo did try to kill them, David would act as a distraction.

What they didn't take into account was that Xander, the other witness of Arturo's murder, also wasn't dealing with the situation well - but instead of hiding and being scared of death, he became the opposite, obsessive over people "getting what they deserve" and serving "punishment" to anyone that did anything "wrong". And because he wasn't aware it was actually Arturo who cooked the food, but he also didn't want to kill Arturo for the murder incase he fought back.. he instead set out to kill Nico.

Xander found Nico in the bathroom and stabbed them from behind, unable to see their face. It was only when they fell to the floor that he recognised their pale yellow eyes as not Nico's but David's, & ran away panicking upon realising he was now just as much of a murderer as Nico, if not more so as Nico was forced to do the cooking. Hu entered the bathroom with Arei and Eden just to find "Nico" dying (not fully dead) on the floor.

... That's where I'm up to right now. Story post later, hopefully. Thank you all for supporting this AU so far <3

#ask the no killing game au #drdt no killing game au #drdt non killing game au #non killing game au answer!! #ace markey #arturo giles #david chiem #nico hakobyan #teruko tawaki #veronika grebenshchikova #xander matthews #arei nageishi #eden tobisa #hu jing #danganronpadespairtimeau #drdtau

[homunculus-argument]

The thing about perfect pitch is that it's a combination of having an inherent knack for it, and having that skill honed with a musical education. Someone who could recognise a specific note by the ear but was never taught notes cannot do it, and someone who simply wasn't born with the potential for it can't learn it no matter how thorough of a musical education they have.

I think the same thing applies to what I've come to refer to as "a few raisins is five raisins" type of instruction-giving. The ability to instinctively assess how much information and detail somebody wants or needs when they're asking for instructions. People who cannot do this are enraged by the idea that someone thinks they can, btw. How dare somebody arbitrarily decide to withdraw information and take away someone's agency concerning choices that they don't want to make and whose outcome doesn't matter much.

I'd consider that I have a pretty good knack for it, myself. It's been honed by working both with people who refuse to give exact instructions, my own difficulties in asking for sufficiently exact instructions when I've needed them, and working with people with varying preferences towards instruction-exactness.

People who refuse to give clarifications to their instructions and guidelines in things that they are familiar with leave you no other choice than to demonstrate just how wrong their vague answers can be interprated before they're willing to clarify. If you ask someone "how long does this usually roughly take?" and they just go "I cannot answer that, it varies so much from person to person, every single individual case is different" on and on, refusing to give the roughest of rough estimates, all you can do is say "okay so it can take anything between 20 minutes and 20 years." And only then will they say "oh no, it's more like 3-6 years on average", which was the exact answer you wanted in the first place.

It's not really a comprehension thing, but a moral code to them. I don't believe in having ethical principles that serve no other role than inconvenience absolutely everyone including myself, so I have no qualms about giving simplified instructions. If someone who needs exact instructions is trying to follow a recipe that tells them to add "a few raisins" freezes at the vagueness and asks "how much is 'a few' raisins?" they want an exact number.

Someone who isn't comfortable trusting their own assessment of how much is 'a few' won't be helped by being told to follow their heart and make their own choices. They specifically want somebody to just give some sort of a guideline about this. And being the type that's more comfortable just eyeballing things, I can assess that in this context "a few" means roughly half of a small handful of raisins, and quickly estimate that one half of a small handful is roughly 4-6 individual raisins.

And instead of getting needlessly difficult about refusing to say it, I can just say "oh, that's about five raisins", and everyone can carry on with their day.

[hunkledunk]

I'm seeing a number of people defending the use of a logitech controller being used in the Oceangate sub claiming it's totally normal for heavy machinery to be controlled by such devices and I feel the need to yell from the rooftops that, while it's faaaar from the worst factor at play here...

NO, IT IS NOT ACCEPTABLE TO USE A BUDGET THIRD PARTY VIDEOGAME CONTROLLER TO DRIVE A SUBMARINE

Listen. I hear you. You can use a commercial videogame controller for a lot of surprising things. They're ergonomic, incredibly easy to use, highly familiar to a massive portion of the population, very adaptable to pretty much any system you can slap a usb drive to, but do you know what they're not?

Reliable

They're made with cheap parts and are NOT built to last. I've had to replace dozens of videogame controllers for multiple different systems and for a variety of reasons. Compatibility issues, degrading input accuracy, unresponsiveness, all the way down to plain old wear and tear. Shit, I had to replace a dualshock 4 controller this month because holding directly up on the left analogue stick would have the input wavering 8~ degrees left or right.

I watch a castlevania speedrunner on twitch who uses the Logitech f310. It's an extremely similar model to the one used in the Oceangate sub. He talks about having to replace it every couple of months because they wear down so quickly. These are not devices made to steer one of the single most dangerous vehicles humans have ever created. Let me reiterate, even professional videogame players and speedrunners don't trust their controllers to last longer than half a year at best. Not that Mango is going to be using the sub to practice his tech skill but it says a lot about how temperamental these things can be.

The fact that it's got those little dongers on the analogue sticks for more precise movement should tell you everything, really. They recognise that the accuracy of that thing simply isn't good enough. It's not even a digital input modifier like hitbox controllers have, it's a cheap ass 3d printer looking plastic cone on a third party video game peripheral. It's not a budget issue either. If they needed more accurate fine controls the could've gotten a steering mechanisms with more accurate fine controls.

There's so much wrong with the Oceangate sub that it's a miracle anyone thought it was a good idea. There's no seats. You're bolted in with no way to open the sub from the inside. All the controls are digital with no mechanical backups. There's no distress call system. There's no black box equivalent. The one porthole isn't rated for depths even half as deep as they're going. Communication is demonstrably unreliable. All issues way more likely to cause a catastrophic incident. I would be surprised if the logitech controller specifically was the root cause of this one incident but don't let the truly comically bad engineering of the sub in almost every other sense trick you into thinking that it's acceptable for such an expensive and dangerous vehicle to be steered by a device many wouldn't trust to control mario with a consistent level of precision.

#oceangate #titanic #the titanic #logitech #we should be talking about the migrant ship that sunk off the coast of greece instead anyway #600+ dead and I feel like I barely know what happened

[torchwood-99]

"her part seemed to her more ignoble than that of the staff he leaned on"

I love you Gandalf. He just gets it.

The sexism that blighted Eowyn's life, that came from the hands not from enemies but loved ones, reduced her and cut her down to fit her into a box, until Eowyn didn't even feel like a person anymore. And Eomer, when it's spelled out to him, goes back and looks at their life together differently, and realises the wrong that's been done to her.

She was a tool, something to be leant on and used, to provide support for the men's desires and the men's ambitions and the men's glory, with no will of her own.

Her family loved her, but they saw her as what they would have her be, viewing her through the lens of what they believe women to be instead of seeing Eowyn (and women as a whole) for herself, instead of recognising her as her own being with own merit and skills.

It's that thing of sexism not only making women less equal, but less human.

They are a tool, a service. They are a monolith, a group assigned to perform certain roles, valued for performing those roles (to an extent) but not actually individuals, with individuals thoughts and hopes and skills and dreams. Not to the same extent as men.

And because these are the roles they're meant to serve, there's no injustice, no tragedy of lost potential and missed opportunities, because as women they don't have that potential and they don't need those opportunities.

It's no wonder Eowyn wanted to die in battle. Going to battle, riding out against the orders of all those who caged her in, that was her regaining control of her life, a life that seemed to be no life, because she was no real living person. Just a staff to be leant on. And in going to battle, when she has been told not to, in making a choice for herself, she reclaims her humanity. But she's been so broken down that she thinks the only way to avoid going back to being an object is to die in battle.

Faramir doesn't treat her like an object. He treats her like a person, one similar to him. He sees her worth and merit and he admires her strength and her deeds while also feeling compassion for her suffering. After Faramir meets her, he seeks out Merry, to try and find out about her, instead of making presumptions about her based on her sex.

Faramir bothers, he takes the effort to find out who Eowyn is, instead of deciding for her.

And Merry, who rode to war with her and also sees her who she is, helps. No wonder he and Eowyn, though parted by distance, remain great friends and Eowyn adores him.

But Eowyn doesn't just get a happy ending from having a man in her life who treats her decently.

Tolkien makes a point to have Eowyn not just declare herself as choosing to live to be Faramir's wife, it's not a case of unhappy feminist who wants to be like a boy but is finally happy when she "accepts femininity" and finds a good man to protect her.

She says she will be a healer. Faramir has spoken nothing of that. It's not a role he has chosen for her or he's taking on and she's going to do to help him. They will be married and support each other and share a life, but she will also be her own seperate person.

It's a role that she's chosen for herself, without orders or pressure from anybody else. A role that will put her strength and her wits and her stomach iron to good use, and means she won't have to wait until battle to feel alive. A role that is seen as a mark of leadership, for the greatest leaders in Middle Earth, men and women, are also healers.

This such an important arc, and it really is incredible of Tolkien to write it.

A woman who has had her own goals and skills overlooked in favour of how she can serve men, who has been kept locked in the home to tend to her family's needs with no relief or chance to go out and live life on her terms.

Who is beloved by her family, who are good people, yet still mistreated because sexism is just part and parcel of her world and even well meaning people take part in it.

A woman whose humanity has been diminished at the hands of her loved ones because of sexism and gender roles.

A woman who proves the naysayers wrong by riding out to battle, bringing along Merry who has also been left behind, and proving herself pivotal to the victory.

A woman who only finds hope for the future when she is ceased to be treated as a useful object, when she forges bonds with Merry and Faramir who don't see her as a staff for the men to walk on, nor a faulty one who keeps trying to run off on its own and needs to be brought back, but as an individual with her own hopes and failings and dreams and skills, not defined by what the patriarchy says a woman's role is.

A when she does find hope for life again, she does so not only in finding love and friendship and camaraderie, but in a vocation that will be her own, in a career that will give her own her role in the world, a role that is associated with leadership, and leadership in her own right, not as an adjunct of her husband's.

And this is how she gets her happy ending. From love (Faramir), friendship (Merry), understanding (Eomer, looking at Eowyn anew in the House of Healing) and through independence (becoming a Healer). This is how she gets a happy ending, because this is how she reclaims her personhood.

#Lord of the Rings #LOTR #Eowyn #Faramir #Farawyn #Faramir x Eowym #Merry Brandybuck #Gandalf #Eomer #meta #Merry & Eowyn

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hey! Asking for some writing advice here.

How does one write a villain exactly. In a very simple world with no superpowers and stuff how do you give them motivation. How do you make them slowly descent into villainy. Somehow when the villain actually thinks they're doing the right thing until the very end?

Thx love

There are a few different questions here that I'm going to try to to unpick.

I'll start with a brief overview of the connections between protagonist + antagonist, just because recognising them can be really useful in shaping your own ideas. Then I'll dive into motivation. So.

Antagonist + Protagonist = CONFLICT

If you know your protagonist well, then you have all the ingredients you need to write a great villain/antagonist for them too. Here is why.

Your villain/antagonist is, at the most basic fundamental starting point, something that is between your protagonist and what the protagonist wants/needs. As a very simple example, if your protagonist wants to make sure that everyone is free, then your antagonist is going to in some way be involved with making sure they are not free. Once you know what your antagonist needs to do in a story, then it's a lot easier to pose the question to yourself of 'okay, why would someone do that?'

Villains often reflect an opposite or warped view of the values and motivations that your protagonist has. They mirror or foil your main character. So, your antagonist's motivation will often be either opposite to the protagonist (e.g, your protagonist is motivated by selflessness, so your antagonist is motivated by selfishness in some way) or they will be the same motivation or value gone twisted (e.g. we both have people we love who we would do anything to protect...it's the villains way of acting on that motivation that makes them the villain, not the motivation.)

Of course, you can not have your antagonist + protagonist connected in this way. This is often the case if the source of conflict in your story is not another actual character or if you have a more generic villain. Lots of great stories have generic villains. It typically just means the villain is not a focus. It might be, like, about the friendships made in the journey instead.

Motivations:

I find it helpful to think of all my characters having two motivations.

The external story-specific motivation. This is whatever the antagonist is trying to achieve in your particular story and where things like genre and superpowers etc come into play.

The internal motivation that is more universal. The internal motivation is, while still specific to the character, the driving emotions and values. With a villain, that is often hatred or fear or lust for power because they're villains, but as noted earlier it can be a twisted form of love, or a strong sense of an injustice committed against them. This shapes the external motivation (e.g. 'lust for power = I want the throne, 'fear' = I'm going to kill or belittle or control what scares me so I don't have to feel scared anymore', justice might equal revenge or gaining power to ensure that a wrong is corrected. ) It could also be a bias or a prejudice that they're raised on driving them, that they genuinely believe in. Lots of possibilities!

I think this is true of people as well. We have our foundational core beliefs and desires (to be loved, to succeed, to be accepted whatever) and then we have the things we try to get in the real world to meet those needs (whether they really will or not).

Either way, it's the second one that comes into play with the slow descent into villainy and the villain thinking that they're doing the right thing until the end. Because, initially, their heart genuinely is not in a villainous place. They may actually be doing the right thing at the start. And then bad things happen. They are changed by the journey. They are a protagonist gone tragic.

We all experience emotions that can drive us to behave poorly; the desire for revenge or recognition, to ensure that the people we care about are safe, to get money so that we can provide for ourselves and others etc. None of us are without prejudice or privilege. Those things do not make you a villain, but they can be an excellent starting place for one.

Think about times when you've messed up. A villain is often an exaggerated version of that. You start pushing your own boundaries because there is something you really want/need and, depending on how far you push that...do you feel like you can still go back? Or do you feel like you might as well finish it after everything. At what point do you breathe for air, look up at what you've done, and go shit.

That's the villain who realises way too late that they're the villain.

Final note: I've been using antagonist and villain pretty interchangeably here...but they have slightly different connotations. Your antagonist does not have to be a villain to be effective. They just have to be an obstacle to the protagonist. E.g. if two people are going for the same dream job or trying to win a competition, the other competitors are antagonists to a certain extent, but that doesn't mean they're villainous or bad people. Whether you have an outright villain will depend on your story.

I hope this helps!

Some going further questions to take with you.

Is your villain trying to stop your protagonist from reaching their goal? Or is your protagonist trying to stop the antagonist from reaching their goal?

How does the villain's external goal in the story reflect the inner need? Note. They are aware of their external goal. Most people are not aware of the inner goal in the same way.

Do you know what you want your stories themes to be? (This doesn't have to be complicated and it's fine if you don't, that's what editing is for). Your protagonist and antagonist often weigh in on these themes. For example, your antagonist might be a path the protagonist could have gone down, if they made a different choice or something happened differently in their past.

#villains #antagonist #writing advice #writing tips #writing talk #writing villains #writing tip #writing help #character creation #character building

[thatlittleegyptologist]

Got to love it when I get tags that start with “I’m not an archaeologist, but…” because I know I’m about to get a very online misunderstanding of archaeology from a very western perspective.

Today’s (paraphrased) offering is: “Tutankhamun should be left to rest in his tomb, looking at you British Museum. In fact we shouldn’t move the dead from their tombs because it's SACRILEGIOUS”

Tutankhamun is very much in his tomb. It has nothing to do with, nor ever has, the British Museum. If you guys are going to get involved in certain topics it’d really help you to know what's what before deciding on a course of 'action' or even yelling about it on the internet. Otherwise, you're tilting at the wrong windmills. Trust me, there are numerous other windmills than just the BM to tilt at *cough*themetthelouvretheneuesmuseumandthousandsmore*cough*.

The Egyptians don't need their tombs to have an afterlife either. There's a lot of romanticising and overstating that goes on when talking about Egyptian tombs and burial practices, so I understand where the confusion comes from. The most important thing was to receive offerings from, and have their name spoken by, people who passed by their burial. Without either of those their afterlife ceases to exist. Therefore, as per the rules of the Egyptian afterlife, most mummies lost 'access' to the afterlife millennia ago without anyone removing them from their tombs. If anything, having their names spoken by visitors to a museum, and images or actual offerings being displayed, fulfils this requirement more than leaving them where they were. Western sensibilities towards death, and death displays, have got very...hand wringing-y...over the last few years? The way people talk about museum displays and museum workers, you'd think we were doing puppet shows with the dead where there was a big neon sign saying 'come laugh at the gross dead people' instead of thoughtful and respectful displays. Museum workers care a great deal about the dead on display. We know they're people, and we treat them as such, but we also recognise that they're dead and have been so for thousands of years.

But going back to the original point, Tutankhamun *is* in his tomb. He's one of the very few where it's actually safe to have him still in his tomb, though it is constantly monitored and may not stay this way. You see, mummies not being in their tombs is a mixture of a variety of things:

It can be unsafe for mummies to be in their tomb due to environment. After the Aswan Dam was built, it caused the water table to rise, and with it a lot of salt came with it. This is actively damaging many tombs and temples, though they are trying ways to mitigate it. If you put, and I'm going to do this in museum terms, organic material in a hot and damp environment you're going to get mould very quickly. It'd be really bad to have the mummy survive 3000 years only to be destroyed by damp. So a museum where the environment can be kept stable and monitored is ideal.

The tomb may not be suitable to have the mummy in anymore. Many Egyptian tombs are subterranean, so over the centuries they have been subject to collapse. The tomb of Ramesses II is caving in on itself. There's literally bolts and netting holding the ceiling up. Absolutely not safe to put Ramesses II back in his tomb. You leave him in there with a ceiling like that, and then it collapses? Congrats, now you've lost two priceless treasures instead of one.

The mummy may not have been found in their original tomb, nor might we know where the original tombs are. The Ancient Egyptians had this wonderful habit of moving the dead if they were in inconvenient spots, or they were robbing the tomb. Almost all royal mummies weren't even found in their tombs. They were found in a cache (TT320/DB320) at Deir el Bahri, which literally consisted of a cave where they unceremoniously dumped various kings to save them from robbers. Most of these kings were not in their correct coffins, and even the coffins they were in were mismatched from 2 or more different kings. In all, funerary equipment for 50 different kings and queens, and 11 mummies, were found in the cache. This includes the mummies of Ramesses II and Seti I. In the museum in Cairo, they've been returned to their coffins if they had them, and put on display. It is not safe for them in the cache nor in their original tombs, so the best place for them is in a museum.

Space is another concern. Not all these tombs are particularly large, so having a coffin display and visitors in the same space risks both the tomb and the mummy. It is often not safe to do so and thus it isn't done.

Security. Seriously, if every mummy is in their own tomb you would have to have such intense security to stop people from going in there and robbing the place. It's one of the reasons you often hear about 'discoveries' made, but academics knew about it 6 months to a year ago. Not telling the public immediately allows artefacts to be moved and studied without the threat of looting (which does still happen). If you've got all the mummies in their tombs and publicly advertise that, then oh boy are people going to attempt to take them. The area of burials is too large to be covered securely for something such as that.

So, yeah. This got away from me a bit, but the 'put everything back and don't look at it because it's rude and disrespectful' narrative is beginning to drive me a little bit up the wall.

#tbh I'm sick of museum workers getting maligned because people don't understand what they're talking about #or being used as a punching bag for an adjacent topic because people will blame them and not the systemic issue at the core

[gingiesworld]

Obsessions (3/?)

Wanda Maximoff x Rogers Fem Reader

Warnings: Angst.

Taglist: @sytoran @ginnsbaker @gb12d @lifespectator

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda hated the idea of seeing Y/N flirt with other girls, although she would try to stop her from getting any further than a kiss. But even when she was alone, she couldn't get herself to cum as she thought of Y/N's fingers and remembering how they felt inside of her.

She found herself lay in her bed one evening as Maria was getting ready for a party.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" She asked Wanda who just sighed.

"I don't know." She whispered as Maria sat down beside her.

"I know you're nervous about seeing Y/N." Maria started as Wanda denied it almost immediately. "Wanda, I can see straight through you and your walls, because I am the same with Nat."

"I don't like her." Wanda groaned. "Besides, I made her life in high school a living hell. I even outed her to the entire school body."

"Wanda, I've seen that small photo album you have, I have seen you stare at it. I recognise Y/N as the other girl who used to be your friend." Maria started as Wanda just listened. "Maybe start by apologizing to her. Be her friend again."

"I don't think I can." She whispered as Maria patted her thigh.

"I know you can Wanda." She told her. "I have seen you without those walls you put up. I know the real you and I can see that you hate yourself. So get ready and come with me to the party."

Wanda never really had a choice as Maria started to throw her clothes at her before she pushed her towards the bathroom. Wanda sighed in defeat as she reluctantly got herself ready.

It was the first party since everyone had returned to college since the winter break. Y/N spent winter at home although Peggy went to Britain alone since Y/N didn't want to go. Wanting to work more on her art and the car.

Y/N walked through the frat house until she was pulled by Christine, straight through to the kitchen.

"Whoa, slow down." Y/N teased her as she just drank a full cup of beer. "What's got you worked up?"

"Stephen is here." She muttered.

"He's the ex who broke up with you right?" Y/N questioned as Christine just nodded. "Well, I can make sure he stays away from you if you'd like?"

"Really?" She questioned with hopeful eyes.

"Yeah, I can pretend to be your girlfriend?" Y/N told her as Christine nodded, happy with the plan. What Y/N never realised was that it would also make Wanda extremely jealous.

As the night wore on, Y/N and Christine were inseparable, Wanda stood beside Maria and Nat as she watched Y/N with the red head.

"What's the deal with those two?" Maria asked as she pointed to Nat's room mate.

"They're friends I think." Nat spoke unsurely as they all witnessed Y/N wrap her arm around Christine's waist. "Or more?"

"I need a drink." Wanda muttered as Maria gave her an apologetic look. It wasn't until Christine went to the bathroom that Y/N had walked to the kitchen for another drink. "Is she your girlfriend?" Wanda asked bitterly as Y/N scoffed.

"I don't need to answer that or you Wanda." Y/N told her firmly. "Anyway, why would you care? Jealous?"

Wanda just laughed as she shook her head, although her whole stomach said otherwise, she kept a straight face as she turned to her ex friend.

"Why would I be jealous of her?" Wanda told her as she leaned closer. "I will still have you first. Besides, you still have a job to do for me." She bit Y/N's ear. "And only your fingers can do it."

Y/N watched as Wanda walked away, but her gaze was soon diverted as Christine took the drink from her hands and downing it.

"Let's dance." Christine told her as she dragged Y/N with her to the group of people dancing. Christine was dancing up against her as Y/N's hands helped guide her movements to the music. Wanda's eyes burned into them as she watched Y/N pull Christine closer, their hips moving in synchrony as Wanda shook her head and disappeared.

"What's wrong Wanda?" Maria asked as she followed her room mate outside.

"I can't do this." She told her honestly, tears were threatening to fall as she stood before her friend. "I hate this feeling and quite frankly I don't really understand it."

"You're in love Wanda." Maria stated as Wanda shook her head no. "Love isn't really meant to be understood but you need to man up and tell her. Apologise for all of the shit you screwed up and shoe her that you mean it. Every damn word of it."

"I'm scared." Wanda whispered as Maria's look softened. "I bullied her, outed her because of my own insecurities. I was afraid of what everyone would think about the girl who is in love with her best friend from childhood."

"If those people loved you regardless, they wouldn't give two shits about who you love." Maria told her as Wanda wiped her eyes. "Now come on, let's enjoy tonight and maybe we can start coming up with a strategy. A way you can get Y/N to forgive you."

Wanda just thanked her and took her hand, allowing her to lead her back inside until her heart shattered at what she witnessed. Y/N and Christine kissing, well more like making out on the dance floor. Maria wrapped her arm around Wanda as she led her outside.

"I'm too late." Wanda whispered as Maria shook her head no.

"There is still time." Maria told her as Wanda looked away.

"There isn't." Wanda confirmed as she soon left the premises. Heading straight to her dorm room, making a decision that she should have made in the first place.

She sat at her desk, writing a letter to Y/N, pouring every heartfelt word onto the page. All of her regrets and apologies for all of the things she had done, all of the ways she had failed the one person who had helped her adjust to life in America.

The next few weeks went by without any sightings of Wanda, she didn't head to her classes, her bed was not slept in and her things were gone. Wanda was gone.

"What happened to Wanda?" Y/N finally questioned Maria as the end of the semester rolled around.

"She left months ago." She stated as she stopped in front of her door. "It was after that party. You were making out with Christine Palmer." Maria stated sternly as Y/N was shocked by her hostility.

"Look, that was one night and well, it was just a kiss." Y/N told her. "And why am I defending myself? I am a single woman."

"You need to figure this shit out with Wanda." Maria stated as she pointed her finger at her.

"Listen, I don't know what Wanda told you but it's really none of your business." Y/N told her as Maria laughed dryly.

"Wanda is my friend." She stated firmly. "So yeah, she is hurting and it's all on you!"

"Hey!" Nat came out as she heard the two. "What is going on?"

"How is her pain all on me?" Y/N questioned as the two ignored Nat. "I never caused her any pain, in fact, she was the one who made the last four years of my life a living hell. Her boyfriend would push me into the lockers, throw my books on the floor. Her cheerleader friends would soak my clothes so I would have to wear out dated shit from the lost and found. Her boyfriend even went as far as slashing the tires on the car that my dad and I worked hard on to get it road worthy. So tell me, what do I have to apologise for?"

Maria just scoffed as she went inside her room as Nat looked at Y/N who stood there, getting her breathing and emotions under control.

"What just happened?" She asked Y/N who retreated into their own room. "Y/N? What was all that about?"

"Wanda has gone and Maria is saying it is all my fault." Y/N told her. "I honestly don't know how it is my fault, I wasn't the one who broke a dozen promises. She did that freshman year."

"Maybe you should let it go?" Nat reasoned as Y/N shook her head no. "It's been years."

"No." Y/N shook her head. "All of the pain, playing on my insecurities has been happening for the last four years. She was the one who outed me to everyone. To my parents!! I never had the chance to have that heartfelt discussion with them. It was just a shrug of the shoulders and 'ok, you're gay.'"

"Y/N?" Nat tried as Y/N stood up.

"I need some air." She whispered as she left the room. Everything seemed to be coming down on her at that moment. Wanda's obsession to make Y/N's life a struggle had truly gotten to her. As she walked for a while, heading off of campus, she soon collapsed against a wall of a nearby club. Sobbing over the years of trauma and grief, grief that she should have had Wanda there for.

Wanda returned home, referring to her schooling for another year and going to a different college instead. She was asked to help around her mom's cafe in turn of earning a little money. Although she still looked at Y/N's social media, seeing her pictures at parties and with other people. Even seeing one of her and Pietro when she visited him in LA.

She always looked at the letter she wrote, everyday as it remained unopened on her nightstand. She was afraid of giving it to Y/N, afraid of Y/N's reaction to the words in it. So it remained unopened for a while, a few years it remained until she finally gave it to her, well she slid it under the door to the Rogers's residence.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff

[azaliyas]

Hello dear!

I would like to request an alhaitham x f!reader, wherein they're both burned out from work and had a big fight hehe but make it angst to comfort please 🥹

summary : as scholars and researchers, you and alhaitham had to deal with a lot of stress and pressure from deadlines, inhuman amounts of workload and tiredness. one evening, after another day of exhausting work, a simple argument turned into a huge fight with both of you throwing insults and yelling at each other. neither of you really meant any of that, and you both know that at the end of the day, comfort is where the other is.

word count : [ to be added later ]

genre : angst, hurt to comfort.

cw / tw : fem!reader, mentions of fighting and self-negligence, both character and reader are burned out, cursing and yelling.

characters : alhaitham.

note : aaaahhh! this is my first request! i'm pretty excited about it ngl ewe i hope it's what you kinda imagined and that it's of your liking, dear anon! <3

when, as a young and hopeful student, you entered the akademiya you knew you were going to deal with a lot, since the sumerian institution was worldly regarded as the best school existing. you knew stress and deadlines would have become your new best friends, but you were ready for all of that. you were passionate about history and social studies, the vahumana darshan was the obvious choice to satisfy your thirst for knowledge.

it was during those years that you met your boyfriend, alhaitham, a student of haravatat that was also well-versed in the topics of the other darshans. you would sometimes ask for his help and, surprisingly to others, he wouldn't complain about it one bit. many thought it was because you could offer something to him in exchange, but they were absolutely wrong. alhaitham always accepted to help you because he recognised your intelligence and pure love for knowledge, a love that made you aware of your limits as a human, and so respectful of not keep going on with your studies when the possible knowledge could harm you to a non returning point.

and from that, it was easy for him to fall in love with you, going against all logical thoughts because for him love was illogical, but loving you was not.

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alhaitham was tired. his mind felt numb, the more he read the book in front of him and the less he could understand the words printed on it. he knew it was pointless to continue reading if he wasn't registering any information, it was a waste of time he could have spent doing something more productive. yet there he was, closed in the four walls of his home office, trying to make heads and tails of the documents scattered all over his desk.

accepting nahida's offering as the acting grand sage, he thought, was the worst decision he could have taken in his whole life. even if it was momentarily until the lesser lord would have find the right people to take over as the sages, he was already tired of all the extra work he had to do, since he didn't renounce to his position as the akademiya's scribe. but now all of that was taking a toll on both his body and his mind, as well as his relationship with you.

when was the last time you two went on a date? or had at least spent some time together, doing one of the typical couples stuff he despised but you loved? or when was the last time he had held you in his arms, had a proper sleep, a proper meal, a proper anything? it had his blood boiling knowing that, after the commotion caused by the turmoil he and cyno and aether caused, he hadn't been able to enjoy the new freedom of sumeru with you. he knew you didn't mind it that much, because otherwise there wouldn't have been any peace in the nation at all, had the plan of the sages went well, nor did he regret do the right thing that was rescue the lesser lord.

but alhaitham missed you, all and everything about you. he missed your kind and pretty smile, he missed your lovely laughter. he missed your fingers gently playing with his hair, he missed your nails lightly scratching his scalp. he missed the warmth of your body, he missed the softness of your skin under his lips.

he missed his dear, precious lover, yet he couldn't do much about it, because even if you did manage to get some free time, you two were too tired to do anything that wasn't sleeping to finally get some energy back.

on the other hand, at the akademiya...

your office at the akademiya never felt so suffocating. it was big and spacious, lots of windows with a beautiful view on the city of wisdom and knowledge, but it was starting to being claustrophobic. how many hours had you spend there, trying to write your paper, you didn't know. day after day you would close yourself in, surrounded by books and old papers, trying to finish your research about the traditional celebrations of khaenri'ah, how they would celebrate important occasions such as the birthday of a member of the royal family or the coronation of a new king / queen, but sources were rare and your mental sanity was running thin. and yet, because you were so damn stubborn, you kept searching and searching, putting aside your well-being for this. the paper could have gotten you funds and a promotion as a full-time professor and you had all the intentions of getting both.

raising your head your eyes fell on the clock on your desk. almost 11pm. you sighed, hands ruffling your already messy hair. how long have it been since you had a proper shower, instead of a quick run so you could optimize your time and spend as much of it as possible on your research? you had no idea. another sigh left your lips and you decided you call it a day.

standing up, you took all the materials and put them aside, knowing you would be again in your office back tomorrow morning. your head felt like a hammer was hitting against your brain walls, an annoying whistle in your ears as you left your office, hand on forehead and another on the wall to support yourself. you felt so weak, when was the last time you ate a proper meal? puspa café's snacks were good, but they couldn't possibly be enough.

you left the akademiya, the gentle night breeze blowing on your warm skin. you shivered at the feeling, goosebumps arising on your arms, but it felt good. "i'm still alive", you thought, "this akademiya shit still hasn't gotten the better of me". a bitter laugh escaped at your own thoughts — how fucked up were you, actually?

dragging your feet in the silent city, you walked down to get home. alhaitham was probably already asleep, you imagined, because your boyfriend wasn't the type to stay up late to finish work, not even now that he was the acting grand sage, after the rebellion he planned and executed with the help of the general mahamatra cyno and the traveling hero aether to rescue lesser lord kusanali.

when you got home you expected anything but the sight of your boyfriend in the kitchen, brewing himself a cup of coffee. his eyebags were prominent, his hair a mess, his skin pale. all signs of exhaustion, just like yours.

«haitham, why are you still awake?» you asked stepping inside the kitchen. you heard him sighing, his beautiful teal-orange eyes burning your figure.

«the same as you: working my ass off for the akademiya.» his sharp tone had you flinch and frown, not expecting him to throw his tiredness on you.

«well, you should go get some rest. maybe it will help with that attitude of yours.» you bit back, and your boyfriend scoffed at your words.

«says you, looking like shit for neglecting your basic needs in favor of your academic research.» his coffee was long forgotten, his attention solely focused on your and your argument.

deep down alhaitham knew it wasn't fair of him to throw his exhaustion and tiredness on you, reversing in the same conditions as him, but he couldn't stand your lecture about self care when you were the first to not follow your own advice. he loved you and hated the state you were in because of work. and yet he threw all of his logical stuff shit out of the window the moment you retorted.

you, on the other hand, were left bewildered by his harsh words. he knew what you were going through, working your ass off to finally be acknowledged by the higher-ups and see your dreams realised. you felt your breath hitching in your throat and your eyes burning, but your pride stopped you from bursting out crying in front of your boyfriend. crying would have meant giving it up and you didn't want that, you wanted him to recognise your hard work.

«you're not better than me, alhaitham, otherwise you would be sleeping by now. say, how many cups of coffee did you gobble down?» your voice got higher than your usual tone, and he noticed it way too well. his hand itched to go up to his headphones and turn on the soundproof option, but he desisted. if you wanted a fight, he would have given you the fight of your lives.

«and when did this conversation slip on me when you are the one who has it worse?»

«i have it worse because i'm trying to fulfill my dreams, mister "i have it all easy-peasy lemon-squeezy"!»

«as if i have ever wanted to hold the position of acting grand sage. it's a pain in the ass dealing with all these stupid and arrogant scholars.»

«and there you go again with that awful attitude of yours! do you even hear yourself? they're working so hard and you don't even acknowledge it!»

«like you never got acknowledged for your efforts, pushing you to this point?»

that last sentence of his went over the invisible line neither of you ever had the courage to pass. if first your voices came to a yelling mess that could be heard through the whole city, now the house was dead silent. in that silence alhaitham's eyes widened when he registered what he had said, but it was too late to apologise. the tears you fought to hold back during the argument finally escaped, streaming down your warm cheeks. your lips trembled and before your lover could say something, you talked first.

«you're a bastard, alhaitham.» a sob interrupted you, but you didn't care. «you're an insensitive bastard that can't and doesn't want to go past his nose because who cares if others are struggling? i'm not, it's none of my problem.» you managed to retort even in the middle of your hiccups.

you gave your back to your boyfriend, who was standing still, frozen on the spot. you walked away, out of the house, while he could do nothing but watching your figure disappearin the late night.

his lips trembled, but bit them to stop. his head fell down.

the front door closed with a loud slam.

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you ran back to the akademiya, but instead of going to your office you went for the pavilion outside, the lower level of it where almost nobody ever went. it was quiet, facing the city outskirts, and it was away from the home you shared with alhaitham.

your cried all your tears on your way, your cheeks now dry and sticky. swallowing the annoying knot in your throat, you took a sit on the edge of the empty pavilion, legs casually swinging in the void beneath. luckily for you it was a somewhat warm night, so you didn't have to worry about getting a jacket (as if you didn't forget about it anyway).

your lips were still trembling, the whistle in your ears now replaced by the harsh words alhaitham threw at you. was it true that you never got acknowledged because you didn't work hard enough? or was it because you weren't smart enough? what did the akademiya consider you? average? mediocre? barely above the standard? but you surely had something, otherwise you would have been expelled long ago with the reason of dragging down the prestigious name of the sumeru akademiya.

you started feeling cold not from the night breeze, but from the painful realisation that, maybe, you weren't enough. your heart ached in your chest at the thought. did you just waste years and years of your youth for a dream that had no chance to become true from the beginning? were all of your efforts worth nothing in the akademiya's eyes?

you were so immersed in your thoughts that you didn't hear footsteps approaching from behind. you jumped on the spot when a piece of clothing was draped over your shoulders, covering your shaking figure. your head snapped up only to meet with alhaitham's gaze, one you had never seen in all of your years of dating him: a gaze filled with sorrow and remorse.

«can i take a sit?» his voice was low, gentle.

you nodded and he sat beside you, his legs joining yours in swinging over the edge. you pulled his cape tighter around you, now aware of the coldness that was taking over your exhausted body.

silence filled your surroundings for a while, only the gentle flow of a river in the distance occupying your ears. you didn't know what to say nor where to start, and alhaitham had never been good with words when it came to feelings and such. sure, he improved thanks to you, but his lack of experience was evident. it had been painfully evident in that fight of a couple of hours ago, too.

«you were right, i am indeed a bastard, but my inability to look over my nose, as you said, is the last reason for that. even if i acknowledged your struggles and had to watch you crumble under the amount of pressure and expectations the higher-ups have on you, instead of helping you and give you comfort, i hit you were you are most vulnerable. that indeed makes me a bastard, one that doesn't deserve someone as good as you in his life. but still, i do hope you can forgive me. is that selfish?»

you waited for alhaitham to finish his little speech before raising your gaze and look at him. you could read all the tiredness that got a hold of him and had the best of him and his usual calm self. his eyes were curved down, his brilliant teal-orange hue dulled by regret. his lips were pale and bitten, pressed in a thin line.

«i won't say you're not, but i also don't want you to think that those words i said are entirely true.» your voice was still hoarse from crying, so you cleared your throat before continuing. «i'm sorry for what i said, i wasn't in my right mind. it's just that... maybe you're right, i'm not good enough for the akademiya and that's why i never got acknowledged.» you sank your face in your hands, hiding from your boyfriend.

alhaitham, however, was having none of it. he took your hands in his and pushed them away, then grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him in the eyes.

«that's not true. you're one of the smartest women i've ever met, and they were really few. you have a way with words that's hard to describe, your passion for research admirable and an example for many. you know when to stop to be respectful of the limits that we, as humans, have. it's the akademiya that's made of arrogant and noisy scholars who can't recognise a gem when they're holding one, not you not being enough for an institution made of corruption and greed.»

his lips met your forehead, his words digging holes in your brain, putting roots in there. he was right, he was so goddamn right. you were smart, you were curious, you were knowledgeable, you were respectful. you had all the qualities of a proper scholar, so how the hell did you think you weren't enough? you were even too much, but it would have been a freezing day in sumeru city before you were going to give up on your dreams.

your body though, reminded you you have been way too self-neglecting to start a war with the higher-ups and fuck them over, for now at least.

your hands slipped away from alhaitham's to find themselves on his cheeks, cupping his handsome face. you pulled him down for a kiss, one that was much needed. his arms found rest around your waist, chests pressed together and foreheads touching.

you needed a vacation, and so did alhaitham. you two needed to destress away from the akademiya and spend some quality time together, in each other's arms after neglecting your needs and desires as a couple for too long. and you also needed to stand your grounds and show the akademiya who you were and what you were made of.

there would be time for that, though. for now, you only needed alhaitham, his gentle touch and his sweet kisses, his comfort and his reassurance that he would be there for you to help and support you, as much as he needed the same from you. he may be the almighty genius that saved sumeru and held a knowledge many would kill to have, but in your arms, he was nothing more than a man driven by love and devotion for you and your persona.

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[stargazing15]

Girlfriend

Hangman x Fem!Reader

Summary: You really don’t like Hangman’s girlfriend, why did it have to be your high school bully. You were not the shy girl anymore from your high school days, so you had to do something about that girlfriend.

Your callsign: Cider

Warnings: Hangman is an idiot (in the beginning, he’ll come to his senses), cursing, mentions of bullying, smut 18+

A/N: Inspired by the songs Girlfriend from Avril Lavigne and Misery Business by Paramore; you’re a wso, graduated together with Bob, who’s like your twin. (For the story: you grew up in a town that about a 2 hour drive from base). This is my first time writing smut, so bare with me. Oh and sorry, things got way out of hand. Enjoy!

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High school reunions, who invented them? Until two days ago you were convinced you were not going, until Bob, your best friend since the academy, convinced you otherwise to show your bullies they were wrong. You had changed dramatically after high school, you were not that shy wallflower anymore that was an easy target to pick on. You had grown some serious balls in the Navy, you were not obnoxious loud as Hangman, but you could stand your ground when it was necessary. In the dagger-squad, you and bob became a mischievous duo, pulling off pranks with the rest. This is how the two of you became known as the twins. People had asked if you two had tried dating, which you did, but kissing each other had felt like kissing your sibling so you both reacted with a “tried that, failed terribly” at the same time. The squad had become a big family where you felt welcomed, but was the only one who knew about your time in high school.

Now, here you were, back at the gate of your high school, with sweaty hands, letting the awful memories sink in. Your thoughts went back to reality when you felt your phone buzz in your purse.

“Okay, here we go” you thought as you entered the school. Everything still looked the same, just a bit modernised.

Bob🤓: OWN them!

Bob🤓: I can hear your thoughts all the way over here, snap out of it dude

You: Yeah yeah, if they're mean, I'll accidentally send a missile towards them during our next exercise.

Bob🤓: That's what I'm talking about! Have fun!

You’d hoped to see Trudy, she was the secretary during your time at high school and helped you through your worst days as she once heard some of your classmates going down at you. The bullying was never physical, they belittled you, called names, embarrass you in front of everyone, it was just awful. As you let your eyes wander around you noted a lady behind a table welcoming everyone, but she’s too young to be Trudy, as she might have reached retirement age.

“Hi, can I have your name, so we know who’s here” the lady smiled, you didn’t recognise her.

“Oh, that’s Y/L/N Y/N.”

“I’m Daphne, I’m the new secretary since 4 years. Partner?”

“That explains why you don’t seem familiar, nice to meet you and no, just me.”

“Have a nice evening, and maybe, you’ll find someone nice here.” She winked at you.

“We’ll see.” You smiled at her. But I doubt that you thought. As you let your eyes scan the people around the room, you already found out where to go and which people to avoid. After joining a nice group, you started to feel at ease as they started to tell their stories. When it was your turn, you had everyone’s attention immediately as your career was the most exiting one. 

“The Navy did you good, you’ve changed for the better.”

“Thanks” you smiled as you kept on chattering about your job, the pilots (the girls in the group were very interested in this topic) and fighter jets (the guys were hanging on your lips when you were describing how it felt flying with one).

“Do you have one those names?”

“Ha, yes, it’s Cider”

“Nice, how did you get that?”

“You don’t wanna now” you smirked. Nope, no one needed to hear your drunken of hungover stories.

“Oh my God, the bitches have arrived.” Nate, one of the ‘nerds’ back in the day, noticed.

“They’re as pink and annoying as I remember” you scoffed. Please let them not come here, I want a nice evening. But they were making their way over to your group. Oh fuck

“Who do we have here, the nerds and the uglies. I can’t believe some of you found partners. Poor you.” Ashley, one of them, started.

“Ashley, Melissa, Lucy, hello.” You hoped by taking the word they would leave the rest of the group alone.

“And you are?” Melissa, your worst bully replied.

“What you can’t read, I thought you graduated high school. Did you really forget who you bullied?”

“You won’t talk like that anymore when you see my boyfriend, you’ll be scared of him.”

“Oooh I’m shitting in my pants already, maybe you should be the one who’s scared.” You couldn’t help yourself to keep Bob in the loop.

“How dare you even talk back to me, you, you” You just smirked back at her, she really was not used to somebody talking back, you loved this new feeling and the fact they were staring in disbelief of the reformed you. Your moment of joy got interrupted when Melissa started jumping up and down like the nutjob she was “My hero, I’m here! This, this bitch here was insulting me, can you do something about it?” As you turned around to see which unlucky guy her boyfriend was, you almost let your drink fall on the ground.

You: the bitches have arrived

You: & I should be scared of her boyfriend 😱

Bob🤓: Ha bitch doesn't know you anymore

You: Let's kick her ass

“Hangman” You looked at him with a puzzled look and you couldn’t help to notice a blush creeping up his cheeks as he noticed you, not in your uniform. You had one massive secret that even Bob didn’t know (or at least you hoped he hadn’t noticed it), you were deeply in love with Hangman. The endless teasing of him - he was teasing everyone so you thought - with the pranks you and Bob did and sometimes scaring the shit out of him, made you enjoying his company a little too much an hoping he would ever notice you. But all your hopes got crushed a couple of weeks ago when he announced he had a girlfriend. When you congratulated him you hoped he wouldn’t notice your disappointment. You quickly grabbed your phone and kept Bob up to date.

“Cider, hi, I didn’t expect to see you here, you look good.” Hangman blushed. Oh it’s the first he’s seeing me wearing a dress, maybe I could use this. Bob was the best confidence booster there was. Apparently he knew about your crush, but you didn’t care at this moment about that as you and Hangman were still staring at each other, forgetting for a moment that there were other people around you. What you didn’t know was that Hangman had always loved you too. When he met you, you were still shy, but he, just as the rest, thought you and Bob were an item so didn’t dare to do anything. After you and Bob made clear that the two of you could never be an item, he couldn’t help himself and started teasing you even more, just so he could get your attention as he secretly liked to be the prank target of you and Bob. He just didn’t dare to confess his love to you, in fear of rejection, yes the mighty Hangman could be afraid. But Hangman was still a man and had his needs, so when he met Melissa in a bar, he hoped just for one night, but the girl had already announced the next morning she was his girlfriend. The only way to keep up with the relationship was imagining she was you.

You: it’s Bagman

Bob🤓: WTF! you're fucked dude

You: I wish I was

Bob🤓: Ha busted

Bob🤓: go for him, you're better

“So, Melissa, that’s your girlfriend. Jeez Hangman.” You looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“You two know each other? And his name is Jake you dumbass. ” Melissa broke you and Hangman out your moment.

“Navy” you commented.

“How’s that possible, you mop floors or what? At least you’re good for something then.” She tried to be the smartest, but instead got warning looks from Hangman.

“Nah, I’m a WSO, I aim the missiles, so watch your back.” You smirked at her, even Hangman couldn’t to laugh at your comment, he wan’t going to admit it yet, but he loved you like this. After your last comment Melissa ran crying with her clique to the toilets, probably hoping Jake would follow, but she was dead wrong about that.

“I’m so sorry about her Cider, I didn’t know she was that mean.”

“You do realise that she was my high school bully?” You asked while crossing your arms sternly.

“Oh shit, and I poured some salt in that wound by becoming her boyfriend, I’m sorry, I honestly didn’t know. But I’ve gotta say, you certainly became mouthy, I like that.”

With your newly gained confidence and the last comment Hangman made you couldn’t help yourself anymore.

“What do you actually see in her, I mean why her?” Hangman started to look at his feet becoming all shy in front of you. You finally had him where you wanted.

“Why her and not…” you paused for a second, fighting with everything you had in you to not let your brain chicken you out of it. “Me?” Hangman looked at you, something in him started to shift, like he realised what kind of big mistake he has made.

“I don’t like your girlfriend.” You added, hoping he would finally say something. Like some sort of gift from heaven, Melissa came back, mascara spread out, finally the tables were turned around.

“Jake, we need to talk, you cannot talk anymore to that bully, do you know what she has put me through?” She stood in front of Hangman arms crossed and standing on her toes hoping to get a kiss from him. At this moment the odds started to like you, a lot. Hangman’s attitude changed, he just put his finger on her pouty mouth.

“Melissa, sweetheart, there is something you don’t know. I don’t date bullies of your type.”

“What? How could you even say something like that, I’m the victim here!” She interrupted him.

“Jeez, you’re annoying.” You interrupted their breakup session.

“Y/N is right about that. Oh and now that there are witnesses here, it’s over.” Those words have meant everything to you. “And don’t disrespect her ever again.” You could honestly kiss the man right here right now, let’s just say the past was now forgotten and buried as Melissa ran off crying. She finally got what she had coming.

“Cider, do you mind going outside for a minute?” Hangman asked nicely while already taking your hand in his. You nodded. Once outside and the cool evening breeze wrapped around you, you quickly slid on your jacket you had hanging on your purse.

“Cider, you look really good, I mean I’ve never seen you in anything else than your uniform. I like it.” Hangman confessed.

“Thanks Jake” you blushed. “Please call me Y/N, I like it when you use my name.”

“Same here, did you mean what you said earlier?”

“Yeah, I wished it was me. God, I feel like a teenager.” You said quietly almost whispering. Jake didn’t say something, as his brain was processing he had always hoped you’d say. Yup, the one and only Hangman was starstruck. You took a step closer to him so your chests almost touched as you kept looking in his eyes. Fuck, even on my toes, I’m too small to kiss him. There was only one solution to this little obstacle, so you just grabbed him by his face as you guided it to yours so your lips could collide. You felt Jake coming back to earth from his thoughts as he started to respond to your kiss by asking permission with his tongue to enter your mouth. As things started to get heated, you both felt your phone buzz. Apparently your purse got stuck between your bodies. “Fuck, must be Bob.” You panted after interrupting the kiss.

Bob🤓: did you kiss already?

You showed Jake the text, laughing at Bob’s timing.

“You guys really are twins.”

“Yeah, he’s the evil one, I swear, don’t be fooled by his looks. Let’s keep him in the dark for now.” You smiled while switching your phone to ‘do not disturb’.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Hangman asked, still with a dazed looked, sounding a bit drunken - yeah drunken on love.

“Uh yeah, of course.” He’s got you really curious now.

“The only way I was able to keep up the relationship with you know, was to imagine she was you, but she was such an awful kisser and the rest, well, that too.”

“Oh, basically, you need someone to forget the bad memories, huh?” You teased him.

“What, no, that’s not - oh you little tease come here.” He said when you started to run away from him, but he immediately caught you and started tickling you until you surrendered.

“I’m gonna ask you officially. Y/N do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“You just broke up with your ex, you’re a fast man mister Hangman.” You teased him, he used to tease you a lot, so you were even now. “Yes, I want to be you girlfriend Jake.” You said while wrapping your arms around his neck. He took the signal and lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. Like this it was way easier for you to kiss him, so you did.

“You’re becoming bold.” Jake said while kissing you. “Love it though.” As the kissing started to get heated Jake made his way to the nearest wall. He pushed your back against the wall, resulting in a small groan escaping from your lips. Jake started exploring you body with one hand as the other one kept you in place. When he started kissing down your neck, you got back to the realisation you were still in you former high school. “Ja.. Jake, uh, fuck, we, we can’t here” you were able to murmur out while enjoying Jake’s kisses a little too much.

“You don’t want to get fucked in your high school? Why are you so addicting?” He stopped kissing you looking at you with eyes filled with lust.

“If we would’ve been together for a while, I wouldn’t mind. I just, still hate this place.” You said while burying your face his neck so you could take in his scent. “I booked an airbnb nearby, I didn’t want to drive for 2 hours at this hour.

"Smart girl, let’s get out of here.” Jake already had your hand in his as he started dragging you out of the school.

“Wait up horndog, I took a cab here, my car is still at the airbnb, your car here?”

“Yup, came apart, in case it got boring, or exciting, as you can describe it now.” You both smirked at his last comment, this man was going to be the death of you. As you reached his car, he pushed you against it and started kissing you again, it started with hungry kisses on your neck lowering to your chest where they started becoming more aggressive and probably be hickeys in the morning. He let his hands first roam around and squish your butt as he finally started assaulting your mouth with hungry kisses again. You couldn’t help yourself anymore as you pulled his leg between yours in need to feel some friction. “Fuck, Jake” you moaned.

“That sound … stop me now, or we never gonna make back to your airbnb, Jesus you’re so much better than I’ve imagined.” Knowing he was right, you broke off you moment of pleasure to grab his keys out of his pocket, he always kept his keys at the same place, you’ve been, let’s say observant. After typing in the address, Jake kept his hand on your upper thigh during the drive. 

“I would have never guessed you were this hot, when I met the shy you.”

“You know what they say about the quiet ones.” You commented with a big grin, resulting in Jake sliding his hand under your dress dangerously close to your throbbing area. You could only moan under his touch.

“Fuck Cider, you’re lucky we’re almost there. If I knew you could sound this heavenly I would’ve taken you a very long time ago and I wouldn’t have made the Melissa-mistake.”

“I swear to God, if you mention her one more time, you’re gonna have blue balls tonight.”

“Duly noted. We’re here.” You rapidly made your way out of his car so you could open the door, before you even got the chance to turn on the light, Jake was already in front of you lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around him and picking up where you left off.

“Bedroom?”

“Second left. Hurry.” you mumbled in between kisses.

“Are we getting impatient?” Hangman couldn’t get enough of you being all hot and bothered for him. He softly laid you on the bed removing your and his shoes. When he joined you on the bed, you quickly straddled his lap taking the lead getting a surprised “Whoa babe” from Hangman but he certainly didn’t mind it. After removing his shirt you need a second to admire his torso up close at what you couldn’t help but licking your lips. “I don’t wanna boost your ego, but you’re hot as fuck like this under me.” You felt Hangman’s erection get even harder, if that was even possible, underneath you. You started kissing him again, you felt him groping your ass and eventually getting his hands under your dress.

“This, off.” As he tugged on your dress. You quickly got out of it and tossed it somewhere on the ground, you felt Jake wiggle himself from underneath you so he could take off his trousers leaving him too in just his underwear. Now Jake back in control removed your bra and panties a little too easily and laid you on your back so he could admire his girl.

“All mine now.” Even though you were quite confident a moment earlier, you started feeling a bit uneasy being fully exposed to him. Realising you were feeling shy he started peppering sweet kisses all over your body to keep your mind off overthinking. As his kisses were arriving at your thigh, he started sucking on the spots where he left first planted kisses, marking you up, leaving you moaning his name. When he spread your legs, your shyness was not completely gone yet, so you had to come up with something to boost yourself.

“Why I’m a the only one naked?” 

“Does my girl wanna see the merchandise?” You nodded eagerly. When he slid his boxers off, your mouth fell open at the sight of his thick shaft slapping to his stomach. Fuck he’s big. Before you could say or do anything else Jake was back between your legs.

“Wait, Jake, can you, uhm, take it easy, it’s been a while, I’m dry like a desert. And fuck, you’re gonna rip me apart with that thing.”

“Dry like a desert, yeah right, I can see that. You’re so wet baby.” Jake smirked while teasing your clit. “Jake” you moaned. “Only for you.” you could gasp as he slid one finger between your folds. He pumped his finger in and out of you and he started kissing and sucking on your nipples. “Ja.. Jake” you moaned, sounding more desperate than intended. “More, please.” “Yes, darling, anything for you.” and he added one more finger and hitting that wonderful spot. You couldn’t even scream anymore as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm.

“Close?” He asked sweetly but eyes completely filled with lust, you nodded as you were trying to moan a yes. His next action caught you off guard. He stopped abusing your nipples and started sucking your clit to send you completely over the edge while you grabbed his hair. Jake felt your walls clench around his fingers as you orgasmed. “I almost came just from your moans, you’ve got any idea how fucking sexy you are?” You smiled at his confession “That would be so hot.” You admitted coming down from your high.

“Do you have condoms? I didn’t bring any, I needed an excuse with you know” Hangman said while scratching the back of his neck.

Maybe in my bag, one sec.” As you rummaged in your bag you found an envelop with ‘just in case’ written on it and a small note with drawn glasses on it “fucking Bob” you told Jake as you threw the envelop to him. Joining Jake back on the bed, you took the condom out of his hands and ripped the package open with your teeth. After lazily stoking him a few times, you rolled the condom on his shaft and you could just wish he was in you already.

“Lay down for me baby.” You did as you were told. Jake let his hands roam around your body, admiring once again what was finally his now. Letting your hands stop at your tits, he cupped them and played with them. “They’re so pretty, they fit way too perfect in my hands.”

“Don’t tease, please. Fuck me.” “Getting eager there baby?” You nodded, he didn’t need to be told twice to start fucking you into oblivion. He entered your pussy carefully while massaging your thighs, “So perfect, so warm, you okay?” “One sec, adjusting” You panted out, Jake started kissing you passionately to give you time to adjust, the man definitely knew how to take care of a woman. When you felt ready a couple of seconds later, you nodded in the heated kiss, hoping he would get the message. He did get it as you felt him thrusting in you, at first he was careful, but after you started moaning he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. “Fuck, you take me in so well, you’re so, so perfect.” Jake said while pounding in you like an animal and you didn’t mind it at all. As loud moans and skin slapping were filling the bedroom, you were both getting close. So Jake focused on letting you come first by giving your clit some extra stimulation while pounding into you. As your orgasm hits you, you screamed his name out of the top of your lungs, what send him over the edge too, you felt his dick twitch in you as he filled the condom. Jake immediately collapsed on top you murmuring “I think I might love you, best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Oh, you’re just here for the sex.” You played along.

“Duh, what did you expect” Jake laughed at your comment, “that door the bathroom?” you nodded “one sec, be right back for you.” 

You got up on your elbows to see what he was doing, but you knew it as soon as you heard water in the sink.

“Come here, let’s clean you up.” Yeah, you were never letting go of him.

After cleaning you up, you were both still naked laying on the bed opposite to each other, staring in each other eyes still enjoying what just happened, when it got interrupted by the buzzing of Jake’s phone.

“Melissa, let her. I’ve got someone way better here.” Hangman said as he moved over, now back on top of you. “Ready for another round baby girl?”

The next morning when you woke up, you hoped everything that happened last night was not a dream and as soon as you tried to move under the sheets, you knew it was very real. Maybe the two of you should’ve stopped after round 3, but you were both too addicted to one other.

“Morning sunshine.” Hangman said with a rasp voice and he looked ridiculously cute with his hair sticking to 100 different directions.

“Morning” You said while kissing your nose. “I’m so sore Hangman, but last night was so good, thank you.”

“Come here baby” You snuggled in his embrace. “I love you Cider, I mean it.”

“I love you too.” You replied happily.

“I’m never dating a civilian again, I love your stamina, the things the Navy is good for.” He smiled.

“So you think you’ll ever get the chance to date someone else?” You slapped his arm that was wrapped around you playfully.

“Nah, you’ll be able satisfy me for the rest of my life.” 

“Jake, last night…” “Was amazing, I know.” He interrupted you.

“That’s true” you laughed, “I think during round three, did you, pick up the phone while you were fucking me?”

“That might have happened.” He blushed as he thought back what he did and he very much liked the memory. “She wouldn’t stop calling, so why not let her hear what I was doing and I have a very good explanation for it.

“So that’s why you were screaming my name extra loud. And what’s your explanation?”

“I was Cider-drunk.”

“JAKE! What? You big idiot.” you almost fell off the bed from laughing.

“Your idiot and as I recall, you didn’t mind it. Wait, what did you scream most of the night? Jake, yes right there, oh fuck.” He tried mimicking you, but with an extremely slutty tone to it.

“Mister Jake Seresin, you dirty fucker” you grinned “but indeed, I did not mind at all, that was actually the best revenge ever.” You said before kissing him. 

When you took your phone to turn off the do not disturb-mode you notice the notifications from Bob, he tried calling you 3 times and a dozens of texts asking if you were still alive and if he needed to murder anyone.

You: Still alive, phone died :) No time now, gonna head out the bnb.

Bob didn’t need to know the details from last night yet. “Come, shower time, we have to leave this place in two hours and with the mess we made, we need the time.”

“Y/N, we should prank Bob when we get back.”

“Yup, and I think I already have idea how.”

#jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #hangman #hangman x reader #top gun: maverick #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader #hangman x y/n #jake seresin x y/n #hangman x you #hangman fic #jake seresin smut #jake seresin imagine

[alonetimelover]

pairings: Harry Styles x tennis player!reader (fem, she/her)

summary: who would have thought that Harry is a tennis fan?

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harryupdates Harry just followed YN YSN on instagram and twitter! YN is a tennis player, currently no. 1 on the WTA ranking.

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ynsfan well, I hope she'll teach him how to properly hold the racket

ynupdates YN did not follow back!

⤷ynsthebest Queen behaviour 👸

fan81 what does it mean?

fan291 are they together?

⤷ harryupdates they've never been spotted together nor somehow connected. YN is getting famous now as a quite young player already holding a no. 1. it could introduce harry to tennis.

⤷ ynsmybestie why does everything need to be about relationship?

⤷ harrysfan1 maybe because it's unusual that he's following people that are not very famous in the hollywood

⤷ harrysbtch are you a new fan? he's literally following some random meme accounts. let him follow whoever he wants, yn's a great girl

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ynupdates YN via IG stories! it seems like she's celebrating the Roland-Garros triumph!

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ynsfan92 so proud of her. all the hard work did pay off!

harrysmoustache scrabble? i have my eye on you, girl 👀

⤷ynsfan92 why? is there sth wrong about playing scrabble?

⤷ ynshands harry's fans believe that yn is his newest girlfriend

⤷ harrysbtch i mean... there are a few clues. scrabble is harrys favourite board game for example

⤷ helloitsharry not to be a creep but it looks a lot like harry's house, too

ynsmybestie despite the rumours i love that our talented girl is getting the recognition she deserves

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harrysupdates Harry and YN were seen together at the car dealer in Los Angeles!

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ynupdates oh, she's finally getting her dream car

harrysmoustache money money money

⤷ harrysmoustache you guys think i can be their sugar baby? i can bake and clean 😇

hArrysbtch so they're rich RICH... damn

ynsfan92 so the rumours are true?

⤷ harrysmylife nothing is confirmed but it seems more true with each day

lucycardealer Hey guys! i work at this car dealer and saw them today!

⤷ harrysbtch girl! spill the tea!

⤷ lucycardealer they came together, had a scheduled meeting with a big boss. they were shown some of our most prestigious cars (and most expensive really) and after a test drive, they both chose one each - the ones seen in the photos.

⤷ ynshands since you've seen them, do you think they're together?

⤷ lucycardealer oh, absolutely! most of the time they were very close to each other. harry had his hand on her lower back most of the time. they looked very happy and cute!

⤷ harrysbtch CONFIRMED! he's taken guys, he's taken...

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harrysmylife well, this happened today... you know, i started taking tennis lessons after seeing the tennis queen (YN) play. im walking to my practice and out of nowhere HARRY is passing by with a little 'hello, excuse me' because im a dumbass taking over the whole sidewalk... he saw my amazement, probably recognised that im a fan and started TALKING TO ME???? rest in the comments

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harrysmylife i of course stumbled over my words and could not articulate like the grown adult that i am. he was so sweet, asked me how long I'd been playing tennis. i answered him that i just started because of watching yn and being inspired by her. and let me tell you guys, the way this man SMIRKED when i said her name???

harrysmylife 2) he was like 'that's incredible, I've seen a few of her matches'... he must've wanted to laugh out loud at my shock face. then he said 'do you have tips for the first lesson? im just heading to the one and im quite nervous.' i said some things blah blah blah and what i see while walking on the courts??? Harry playing tennis with his coach, his coach that is YN gucking YSN...

harrysmylife 3) im dead, but don't worry - my life is complete

harryupdates that is one of the best fan stories that ive heard!

ynsupdates our girl instead of preparing for the Qatar tournament is teaching her boyfriend how to play... 💀

harrysmoustache he's learning how to play tennis??? with yn??? im fucking melting

harrysfan82 sleeping on the highway tonight, see you guys on the other side 🫡

ynsmybestie and they say romance is dead...

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ynupdates YN's message after winning the semi-final today in Qatar! that may be some kind of a confirmation????

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harryupdates what a lovely gesture to show your support!

hArrysbtch GIRL??? we down bad, huh? i love it.

harrysmoustache the heart at the end? the hs?

harrysfan82 why did she ruined this camera's lenses?

⤷ ynsmybestie it's a tradition. tennis player write a message after winning the match!

harrysfan20 and he probably watched the whole match before going to bed.... crying, screaming

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harryupdates Harry via his IG stories! edit: deleted!

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ynupdates THIS IS SO SWEET!

harrysmoustache im so happy for them! *jumping of the bridge*

hArrysbtch 'my love'????? the cat????

⤷ hArrysbtch i can't take it ... he is so in love with her

ynsmybestie time square finally has some quality!

harrysmylife i love how he can't use instagram... this time it took him much more to delete though

⤷ hArrysbtch a grandpa!

⤷ user11 yeah, he's too old for her

⤷ hArrysbtch it wasn't about his age but more about the way he deals with technology. but also, how is he too old? they're seven years apart, it's not that much.

⤷ user101 i agree with user11, and she's probably with him for the money!

⤷ ynshands her net worth is literally $16 million...

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ynsmybestie YN and Harry playing soccer during her practice!

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ynupdates some way to start a practice!

harryupdates i wonder who won 😅

⤷ yourinstagram i did!

⤷ harrystyles liar.

⤷ ynshands harry you're telling me you won with no. 1? can't believe you.

ynsmybestie did it really happen???

ynshands hoping she'll be ready for the next match, Indian Wells is a tough competition!

⤷ ynstennisfan she's ready, easy way towards the final, and then reclaiming her title

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playerstribune 'It is not all about tennis in my life. I love it, it's my job but it is my passion as well. I'm a 21 year old, trying to navigate her life, having people watch it like hawks. Being with someone that has been dealing with it for years helps. No one else would understand the frustration that comes with all of this.'

Click the link in our bio to read what YN YSN - WTA no. 1 - wrote for all of you. 'To understand me more, YN.'

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yourinstagram thank you for letting me voice my thoughts❤️

ynupdates tell me why i cried while reading it?

ynupdates day after day i learn what a great role model you are, yn. truly exceptional

⤷ yourinstagram ❤️

ynsmybestie i need to give this woman a hug. losing is a human thing, a learning experience. there is nothing shameful about it. happy yn has people close to her telling her that.

⤷ yourinstagram thank you, lovely

harryupdates 'for him i was the best' jeez... he really is the best boyfriend on the planet, huh?

harrysmylife excuse me when i cry to this - 'I noticed that I was losing my identity. I tried to be universal so more people would like me, respect me and cheer on me. I was losing myself, a people pleaser that I've been since my early days. Then I met him, and it really turned my world upside down.'

⤷ harrysmylife 'Besides my family he was the only person I didn't feel the need to be that [universal]. I could be myself and he would appreciate it. Love it. That was even more important for me than winning US Open [laughs].' SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP WTFHSISN

hArrysbtch 'I could talk about him for hours. I'm still young and those feelings are often overwhelming for me but, you know, I'm happy. I'm very happy and he's one of the most important reasons for it. He made me believe I could be myself without feeling any guilt over it.' what in the actual fuck...

ynsfan 'Biggest dream right now? Winning Olympic gold would be nice. Getting a dog.' people only yn could put Olympic gold and puppy as her biggest dreams 💀

harrystyles 🎾🐐

⤷ harrysbtch she literally spent the whole interview speaking of you, say something more, harry

⤷ harrysmoustache let's bully him to say more

⤷ harrysfan82 more

⤷ harrysbtch more

⤷ harryupdates more

⤷ ynupdates more

harrystyles GLASS SHATTERING [CAR CRASH] [VROOM VROOM] [PEOPLE SCREAMING] EXPLOSION "MY LEG... MY LEG... [BABY CRYING] WAAH... WAAH... [HELICOPTER NOISES] [SIRENS] WEE WOO... WEE WOO [SOBBING] [YELLING] FLAT LINE

harrystyles Talented, Brilliant. Incredible. Amazing. Showstopping, Spectcular. Never the same. Totally Unique. Completely not ever been done before.

harrystyles yourinstagram 🧎🏻‍♂️

⤷ yourinstagram well...

⤷ ynshands man, oh man. 🥵

⤷ hArrysbtch what in the actual fuck???? Harry??? you know it's your official account???

⤷ harrysmoustache see kids? bullying works!

⤷ ynupdates I'd never thought it would work...

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harryaustralia Harry's reaction to the whole stadium chanting YN's name and seeing posters with her face!

Thank you to everyone that prepare it, it was a blast!

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harryupdates 'woah, so that's what it is? you like her more now? same.' what a sweet boyfriend

⤷ harrysbtch yeah and then 'it's about me!'

harrysaus22 i love how he took the time to answer questions about her 'where's yn? she's in Indian Wells, defending her last year title. you should watch the stream, i will!'

⤷ ynsmybestie and then 'can i have yn's number? *judging face* nope, absolutely not.'

ynshands 'are all of you here to learn more about my girlfriend?' crowd screaming yes 'okay, you want me to call her?' AND HE DID!

⤷ ynupdates 'baby, they came to see me so i would talk about you. they don't want me.' and the zoom at his phone to show yn laughing like crazy 'sing medicine, it'll solve the problem' YN, YOU KNOW US TOO WELL

⤷ hArrysbtch and he did sing it! 'it wasn't on the set list, so everyone say - thank you, yn! three, two one THANK YOU YN' she's got him wrapped around her finger, i love it!

harrysfan04 why is nobody talking about the 'i shaved for this sign'???? that man answered with 'would it be inappropriate to say, so did i?'

⤷ hArrysbtch YAS! my mouth went open wide after hearing it, dirty dirty man

⤷ ynsmybestie was yn still on a ft with him?

⤷ ynshands i think so!

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ynupdates YN and Harry at the restaurant in Indian Wells, California!

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harryupdates this man has only four free days and he came from the other side of the world to support her...

hArrysbtch i love being single, i looooove being single *cries*

ynshands he's going to watch the final!!!!

harrysfan92 with him in the audience she's going to be a very very tough opponent

ynsmybestie oh she's gonna win WIN

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yourinstagram This last week was an absolute dream. Thank you to everyone watching me play and believing in me. It feels surreal to win here, in Indian Wells second year in a row. Thank you, H for being my no. 1 fan and cheerleader. I'm going to rest for a couple of days, see you in Paris!

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harrystyles i love you 💓

annetwist Congratulations dear! xx

ynupdates so proud of you!!!!! you deserve it like nobody else!

harryupdates the match was beautiful, you left your heart on the court

yourcouch hard work pays off! proud of you!

hArrysbtch the way harry was cheering on her??? the best

harrysmoustache do you guys see the note??? 'you are the cave from Prometheus that I found & been lost in for days' THE POET THAT YOU ARE MR STYLES

#harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles instagram #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #tennis player!reader

[radvelvetcakez]

Hazbin Swap AU (PT2 ig???)

ok i need to share my ideas right now. Chaggie is real. Chaggie will always be real. - During an extermination, Charlie got injured attempting to protect a sinner, only being spared when the exorcist clocked her as the princess - Vaggie, an exorcist, found her hiding and caring for her wounds, she didn't recognise her as the literal princess, but she couldnt help but feel guilty and chose to help her. She was never caught by the other angels, meaning she was blessed enough to keep her eye and wings!!!! She stayed in hell tho cause love at first sight and lalallala yeah. Sapphics guys !!!! Husk, Niffty, & Angel take the place of the Vee's - they're that overlord trio. They're probably a bit more.. Merciful (except for Niffty she's deranged) but yk. Still inherently bad people n stuff Vox is the first hotel resident - except he & Alastor still have beef. He only showed up so he could do the exact opposite of proving the hotel to work as a big fuck you. Alastor does NOT want him there but he's their only guest so he kind of has to just accept it - he acts all friendly because he knows it pisses Vox off OVERLORD VAGGIE !!!! Charlie & Vaggie basically co-own souls - when Charlie says they share EVERYTHING she means EVERYTHING. Charlie already owned a lot of souls before meeting Vaggie, because, you know, she actually better embodies the whole "princess of hell" in this, and when they got together she was IMMEDIATELY LIKE "Vaggie I have a GENIUS idea. Since we're like girlfriends and stuff we should totes share like EVERYTHING so do you want to like - co-own all the souls I have?" And so Vaggie rose to power fairly quickly. Dating the princess of hell does wonders man Obviously. Alastor is the one starting the hotel, and Rosie is like. His Vaggie basically, she's there for moral support. - Also, unlike canon.. Rosie would be the one who doesn't know who Charlie is (where Angel didn't know about Alastor) Alastor: "Rosie! The... Princess of Hell is at the dooor..." Rosie: "Who?" Vox: "WHAT?" Charlie shows up cause her dad sends her a call about having to go see heaven in a weeks time and she REALLLYYY doesn't wanna go because ouhhh last time she talked to Adam he was an ASSHOLE and she would rather kill herself than talk to him again - so when she finds out about the hotel her immediate reaction is to head there and see if they'd rather take on the burden of seeing heaven. Cause you know, surely they'd love to get heaven behind their whole redemption shit, right???? They arent. Alastor is not at all interested in talking to heaven but Charlie really isn't having it and girl is BEGGING him to just take the offer because she PROMISES they'll be on it - the few silent threats she added are nobodies business chat.. Adam lowkey fucks w the idea of sinners being redeemed but he's also just too stubborn and prideful to agree and hes also mad he didn't come up w it first so he tells Al to FUCK OFF bc his idea is so stupid :// (Its genius and he refuses to admit it.) I need to include all the Vee's for the sake of my mental health so. - Valentino works for Angel Dust (wow. shocker so original /s) & when the little group finds out that THE princess of hell is helping some nobody overlord like Alastor they are just ??? and sent Val in to see what the FUCK is wrong with the girl. And what theyre getting up to - Charlie drags Velvette & Pentious in by the hair to work at the hotel - She met Pentious when he was in a bad situation and offered to help him in exchange for his soul - despite this, she didn't really use her ownership of his soul to her advantage and they became friends :3 He's happy to help - Velvette sold her soul to Vaggie for protection from the princess's very own guardian angel because she kept getting into shit with overlords and needed to save her ass. & again, Chaggie co-own souls

#hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel velvette #the vees #hazbin hotel vox #husk hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rosie #niffty hazbin hotel #sir pentious hazbin hotel #role swap au #hazbin swap au #au #hazbin hotel au

[sophie-frm-mars]

Hi Sophie! In light of the genocide in Palestine and the conspiracies around it, do you have any thoughts on how to avoid conspiracy thought?

You pointed out in Conspiracy on the Left that conspiracists will often switch from using language that recognizes incentives and structures, to language that indicates direct malice and intent. I've seen this in real time with Zionism where people will stop using it as a term to describe the ideology and actions of Israel and America (economic and military interests, the historical inertia of the british empire, the interest of capital and western nations using Israel as a base in the Middle East), to using it as a placeholder for jews (people accusing individual people (usually american) of attempting to silence voices with media platforms)

I was gonna say I find this one really straightforward, but at the same time I myself have actually rushed into condemnations of Israel that gave too much leniency to antisemitic ideas, so there probably is a bit more to it. I'll get to it

Firstly, the straightforward part of it is that there are jews all around the world who absolutely fucking despise israel and its genocidal project, so even saying "Israel doesn't represent jews" is too mild. Israel actively denies citizenship to ethiopian jews for instance. I think the main thing is to recognise it for what it is - an outpost of imperialist white supremacy in the Middle East - and to recognise Zionism as a primarily American and imperial core phenomenon rather than a jewish one.

Once you have those ideas down it's pretty easy to separate it out because assuming that any jewish person or org supports Israel just because they're jewish is clearly antisemitic. But here's the rub, Israel uses jewish identity as a shield to justify its actions. At the same time that there are illegal settlers literally giving interviews saying "I describe myself as a fascist" the Israeli state claims that Hamas reads Mein Kampf and that Palestinians are literal Nazis. Not only that but Israeli statesmen use references to things like Amalek to signal their genocidal intentions, basically using the cultural references of Judaism to simultaneously hide behind and also attack.

Where I fell into something antisemitic was when I found out about the IDF cumjacker squad, the guys who go out to get the semen of Israel's fallen dead. the Jizzrael Defence Force if you will. Someone who was talking about it said that the justification had some kind of origin in the hebrew bible and I parroted this without thinking until a jewish friend pulled me up on it. There was no source and there was frankly no reason to repeat it even if it had been true, right? but I got carried away. The reality is that the cumjacker battalion exists for the same reason as sterilisation & organ harvesting programs, because Israel is a Starship-Troopers-Ass fascist nightmare state that sees the bodies of the pure and good as essential to the domination of the future and the bodies of the impure and wrong as wretched at worse and resources at best.

How I think we can avoid the trap of sharing these rhetorical points is by remembering what Israel's relationship to judaism is, which is primarily as a shield. "Shoot and Cry" is the phrase to remember. Israeli Prime Minister Golda Meir said "We can forgive them for killing our children but we can never forgive them for making us kill theirs". This bogus remorse over their genocide of palestinians (because they understand genocide because of the holocaust, see?) and constant preemptive counterattack (Amalek attacked Israel first, see) is the place where Israel touches base with jewish identity, but if you can't see any benefit to Israel's strategy in association with jewish identity, it's likely someone is just trying to say The Jews instead of Israel or repeating the talking point of someone who is.

[dontlookforme00]

💚ninjaa4a4afan192288 Follow

Ok but is it actually too soon about the whole Stiix thing. Like whenever I make a joke about it there's always people who look at me weird.

My brother in FSM, that happened like 5 years ago. Get over it. For all our sakes. Pls

☄️theplantenjoyer Follow

What the fuck.is wrong with yuo. My uncle died in that little green pricks shitshow. Shwo some respedt for the dead

🚨spiderronmyphon Follow

which green prick. there's a few, be more specific

💚ninjaa4a4afan192288 Follow

I am showing respect for the dead. Massive respect to Morro. What a fucking plan.

Imagine you get banished to hell and the MOMENT that the nations saviour sacrifices his dad, you escape. Attack ur teacher, the students ur teacher was cheating on u with, (academically) and then immediately graverob god.

Why have none of us talked about this. This is insane.

He graverobbed God, normal-robbed whatever place had the SOS, normal-robbed some ginger in Stiix. And then beat up the students like three times.

AND FUCKING DIED AGAIN

I can't get my head around this. This topic has always fascinated me and I really need us as a society to normalise it so I can fucking talk about this.

Also your spelling is shit and idc about your uncle

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He was,,,a terrorist?? Why are we glamourising this. Morro killed people and ruined lives. Stop throwing an Internet tantrum and divert your attention to the REAL one deserving of it. And that is Nadakhan

💚ninjaa4a4afan192288 Follow

Fucking who

☄️theplantenjoyer Follow

Fucking who

🚨spiderronmyphon Follow

What. Who??

🕓whi7g-8919-9 Follow

I KNOW THIS IS A BAD TIME BUT WE HAVENT ACTUALLY COME TO A CONCLUSION ON WHETGER OR NOT NINDROIDS ARE HUMAN?? GUYS.

GUYS THIS IS IMPORTANT. WHERE DO NINDROIDS ACTUALLY COME UNDER OUR LAWS

💚ninjaa4a4afan192288 Follow

Nows not the FUCKING TIME GERALD

🚨spiderronmyphon Follow

Ok, this is interesting. Article 3.4 C of the "Humanity" Section of the Ninjago City Department of Law Archive of 2017 states that, "Nindroids are legally recognised as on the same status as all other biological humans by the following criteria: " and then its fucking blank??? This city is a joke. The audacity. What was the point. How the fuck did this pass

And the implications of this, if it wasn't just some stupid error? Neither Zane nor Pixal can face legal justice for being discriminated against in workplace, or anywhere else. They can't buy things under their name, because they aren't recognised as citizens. Only as advanced AI (pretty fucked up but uh). They can't get married, own intellectual property, or . Anything. That's wild.

🐭technosharpieesz Follow

I mean yah. They're bots. They'd hack the economy or sm idk . I'm not going to explain to you why we shouldn't be integrating literal AI into our society??

🚨spiderronmyphon Follow

MOTHERFUCKER LISTEN HERE-

💚ninjaa4a4afan192288 Follow

GUYS CAN WE PLEASE STOP DERAILING MY POST!! PAY ATTENTION TO ME PLEASE!! I SUPPORTED A TERRORIST LOOK AT ME

🕓whi7g-8919-9 Follow

Shut up apologist wer talking abt Pixane now

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Ninja heritage post

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Everybody on this post is a fucking lunatic.

#hehrhdhfhdh i was bored #and these r alwasy fun to see #ninjago #lego ninjago #morro ninjago #ninjago citizen memes #ninjago textpost meme #ninjago meme #shitpost #ninjago shitpost #long post #ninjago in universe memes #in universe memes

[seriousbrat]

This is so insidious. "Be aware of your language because you might unknowingly be spreading Evil ideology!!" basically just means "don't talk about this at all because it bothers me". It's so so transparent. If I'm constantly having to be careful about what I say about female characters (regardless of my actual intended meaning) because this Supreme Arbiter of Truth might randomly decide it's Terf Rhetoric Actually how can I ever have any sort of meaningful discussion at all? Notice how it's framed as "unknowingly"– if I have no possible way of knowing HOW I'm using Evil Language, how can I possibly avoid it? By shutting up is the answer.

It's based on NOTHING. It's a strawman. There is not a single Lily fan that thinks that Lily is just a mother and nothing else. Seeing Lily as more than a mother and recognising motherhood is important to her story are not mutually exclusive. Furthermore, in what world is pointing out that women are sidelined in fandom terf rhetoric? This person is just deliberately conflating discussions about misogyny in fandom with hate groups because they know that's an easy way to get people riled. They're pretending the main argument against Lily's exclusion in fandom is about motherhood (it's not) and then doing a further mental backflip to stir up moral outrage about people defending female characters.

Be absolutely clear about this- this person KNOWS, deep down, that there is a reason why they only engage with male characters, and this bothers them. Instead of being honest with themselves about it they are inventing a bullshit faux progressive reason to silence any and all criticism and convince their own conscience that they're in the right.

There are no laws, obviously, saying you can't change lily's story or make her a side character if you want. I myself once made her a side character in a prongsfoot fic. The problem is when this is an overwhelming tendency in fandom, which IS significant and IS, in my opinion at least, worth pointing out. When arguably the most important character in the Marauders Era is routinely sidelined in favour of male characters who are literally irrelevant, that does actually say something about what sorts of characters fandom likes to engage with and why. When she's routinely bashed and hated for not really doing anything wrong while male characters who range from bullies to murderers are excused and idealised, that does say something.

It's never pleasant to have to critically examine your own interactions with fiction and accept that your preferences might be rooted in deeper-held beliefs about the world. But it is important, and one way to do this is to facilitate open conversations between different points of view. One way to NOT do this is claiming that everyone else but you is "accidentally" "unknowingly" using evil language so they might as well shut up about their opinions and about women in general.

#im sorry but this actually annoyed me. #its sooo condescending too. i know what the fuck im saying. #the reason i don't agree w lily being sidelined isn't because she's a mother it's because shes A WOMAN #and also what does ANY of this have to do with trans people?? 😭 #whats also insidious is using real issues of transphobia to silence people saying that women are sidelined #that literally... includes trans women because they are also sidelined along with ... the rest of women #god #everyone was a girl in that prongsfoot fic dont accuse me of centring men #(that's a joke. i actually think i have more m/m fics on my ao3 than anything else) #(by ONE. but still)

[jelzorz]

152.

When Rayla says her parents, Ezran imagines a mom and a dad, or maybe mom and a mom, or a dad and a dad. He imagines they're people that look like her and sound like her, people who share her sense of humour and took care of Zym when he was an egg at the Storm Spire. He imagines people he would like.

He does not imagine that one of them is the elf that killed his father.

The thought by itself makes him mad. King Harrow was a good king, a just king, and a loving dad who was only doing his best. He didn't have to be assassinated. He didn't have to die. He shouldn't have died, and yeah, his dad did bad things too, but he recognised that, didn't he? His last letter to him and Callum told them that they were free, that they didn't have to continue on this stupid path and this stupid war, that their decisions were theirs and theirs alone. Rayla was fifteen when it all happened, still a child by most standards, raised to be an assassin and sent on a mission to kill him, and she still made the decision not to for a chance at peace. Runaan knew about the egg, they showed it to him and everything, and he still—

Ezran scowls.

It's a whole mess. It gives him feelings he doesn't want and anger he doesn't know what to do with. Rayla keeps the coins with her at all times, and there are moments he just wants to toss them into the ocean or melt them down into something else but how can he do that without hurting her? Without causing her the same pain Runaan caused him?

And when Callum had offered to help—

Ez doesn't like thinking about it. He'd been so angry. He said things he shouldn't have. He and Callum fought like they've never fought before, and at the end of it all...

He's sitting at the edge of a boardwalk now, feet dangling over the edge, the leather of his boots dark with water as he skims his toes over the surface of the sea. He's never hated someone like this before. He's never felt rage or sadness or grief so big.

"You okay?"

Ez sniffles and doesn't look up, even as Rayla drops into the spot next to him and leans her elbows on her knees.

"Fine," he mutters. "What—um—what's up?"

Rayla pauses, her lips pursed, her eyes searching and sad. She was there. She saw the fight. Ez feels like he should apologize but there's a part of him that doesn't want to. Why should he? Is it so wrong for him to hate the elf that killed his dad?

"You don't have to be fine," she says at last. "I know there isn't... really much I can say. Runaan... was like a dad to me but—"

"Don't excuse him," he snaps. His throat hurts. He curls his hands into fists. "Don't."

"I wasn't going to."

"Weren't you?" Ez scowls at her, his anger getting the better of him, growing bigger than he can control. "But what? But it wasn't his fault? But he was just following orders? You had the same orders and you didn't follow through. You were fifteen! You could have lost your hand! What the hell was his excuse?"

"Ezran..."

"Don't Ezran me! He killed my dad! And you and Callum want—" He stops. He swallows. He's crying again, he thinks, but he doesn't care. "I don't care that he was like a dad to you," he snarls. "He killed mine! He killed mine knowing that he didn't have to! And he gets to come out of the coin? He gets to live and my dad doesn't?"

"I'm sorry, Ez—"

"Stop it! Don't act like that means anything! Sorry's not going to bring him back!"

Rayla says nothing to that. She fiddles with her fingers, head bowed, her hair over her eyes, and in the pause, Ezran sees it—the shake in her shoulders, the tears on her cheeks. His anger falters. He hadn't meant—

"I'm sorry," he mutters at last, but Rayla shakes her head.

"You're allowed to be angry," she says. "You're right to be. Sometimes being angry is part of the grief." She sniffles. "I don't blame you for not wanting us to do it. I wouldn't want to, if I were you."

"But you're still going to."

Rayla doesn't answer.

Ezran looks away. The silence between them hurts, but he leans against her anyway, not because it's okay, but because she's basically his sister, and grief and anger and big feelings are easier when they're shared. Her arm curls around his back, a promise that she's there for him no matter what happens, no matter what he feels, and they sit together, and cry together, until it feels like there's nothing left.

"I wish things were different," whispers Rayla.

Ez sniffles. "Yeah," he mutters. "Me too."

#in anticipation #rayla&ezran brotp #i am very sleep deprived and this made me so emotional #thank u for Deep Below dpo 🙏🏼

[lykegenia]

So there's somthing about the M romance I haven't really seen people talking about, and it feels like one of these things that gets overlooked because there's an expectation to play the M-mance a certain way: flirty, sex-first, friends-ish with benefits catching feelings. Nothing wrong with that. And M's development in Book 3 as a character recognising there's something different in their feelings here (like actually having them at all) is great and really well paced, and it's really what sold me on the idea when I played it with Rhiannon.

However.

If you play the M-mance the way I did with Rhiannon, as someone who rejects M's advances and expresses disinterest in having casual sex, it gets pretty uncomfortable after a while. Because even with no encouragement, M doesn't stop 'flirting'. I put that in quote marks because M's behaviour towards the MC includes leering, unsolicited sexual comments, invasions of personal space, and a bunch of other stuff that makes pretty solid ground for an actual sexual harrassment complaint to Agency HR. That's literally the definition of their behaviour. It's not even subtle - they do this in front of the rest of UB and even in front of the MC's mother. If they were not the love interest for that particular route, they wouldn't be able to get away with it. They would be treated by the narrative the same way as Bobby, who shows a lot of directly comparable behaviours if they're the MC's ex and is framed as a creep for it.

I don't know if this is more frustration with M as a character or with Mishka's style of writing that makes it clear she's not expecting you to say no to M's advances. The options to ignore M's propositions are there, but they don't really have any effect on how the story plays out. At no point until the scene in Haley's in Book 3 can the MC have a proper, negative reaction to one of M's comments, and even then there's no option to tell them what an arsehole they're being, or that their advances make the MC uncomfortable. There's no option to even be uncomfortable because the MC automatically gets flushed and tingly whenever M gets close.

To be fair to M, that moment does make them change their behaviour, and it does make me believe that they'd have backed off earlier if told to, but it's a shame that the MC never gets a chance to properly call them on being inappropriate with a colleague. Even a throwaway comment from another member of UB suggesting they tone it down would be welcome. Maybe it's just being an ace that makes me notice it more, and I do appreciate that would be an unfair amount of extra work to put on Mishka to write in what amounts to two versions of the same romance, but I can't help miss the wasted potential in what we could have got if we'd just been able to tell M to fuck off on day one.

#i may be writing a thing #the wayhaven chronicles #specialist agent m #twc mason #twc morgan #twc critical