#don't get mad at us because we're pointing out the damage you're doing and the damage in the messages you're helping perpetuate

[feral-radfem]

Hey if you're a non-radfem and you want to make a complaint that radical feminist critique keeps getting applied to you because you hang around radical feminist spaces here is my advice: leave.

Honestly, I'm so tired of seeing this shit. Go find some other places to hang out. I don't care that you came here because everyone else kicked you out for being a "transphobe". That does not make it our responsibility to soften our movement and our criticisms so that you feel comfortable in a movement you have no intention of of committing to. You are welcome here on the basis of being a woman, however, if you can't handle the feminist action that goes on in these spaces, then you need to leave. That is a you problem, not ours. I'm tired of hearing y'all whine that we don't coddle you enough and then adding anecdotal evidence of feminist harm or strawmen arguments for why you're justified in doing patriarchal actions were other women are not. There is not a single identifier or life experience you can tell me that is going to make me think that you deserve to be exempt from the same criticisms I would level at any other woman. If you're an adult, you should be mature enough to hear them. If you are not mature enough to hear feminist critique, you need to leave feminist spaces.

if you want to be self-serving, it is completely your right to do so. I've heard a number of you in passing claim that you "don't want to be feminist, you want to be people". Which, while that's an insulting sentiment as a feminist, just demonstrates that the only person y'all care about is yourself. You see being a person as inherently being self-serving and self-centered. First and foremost, it's all about you. That level of selfishness is pathetic and frowned upon in collective spaces. Feminism being one of them.

Just save us all the headache and go away. Y'all are one of the only groups of people on the internet who are able to piss me off in seconds, istg.

#lily responds #literally any of you who do not have a vested interest in the liberation of women refuse to do feminist action and #then still feel entitled to control how these space is function #f*** off. we have enough trouble holding spaces where we can have these discussions because we are feminist in the first place #we don't need a bunch of non-feminist women coming in and telling us that we are hurting their feelings and they #want us to do something about it. we're not doing s*** about it. #if you can't handle the fact that the things you're doing harm other women then stop f****** doing them #don't get mad at us because we're pointing out the damage you're doing and the damage in the messages you're helping perpetuate #you can log off and go experience all the spaces in the world that aren't made specifically for radical feminism #y'all hear that we're here to serve women in the effort to liberate all women and think that means we're here to serve you personally #I may be responding directly to a person regarding this soon but I'm so irritated I can't edit my post at the moment #I will make it clear here that I don't think every woman of the groups I just listed is doing this at all #I think it's a minority however I'm tired of these minority group of women using these identifiers to justify being a shit feminist #or justify why they don't have to be a feminist but should still have all the entitlement to the feminist spaces we create to talk about #our movement. these are feminist spaces first women's spaces secondary #I don't even know how to tag this because the specific people I want to reach is you fucking entitled ass orbiters #you who take advantage of the fact that we are welcoming to any woman to be divisive in our movement when you don't wish to be an activist #in the first place. or you want to claim the title alone and do good action but get us to stop criticizing ur anti-feminist actions #there's clearly enough of you that y'all can create your own gender critical non-feminist spaces. just leave us the f*** #alone. #also when you use being gay as a justification for why you shouldn't have to be a feminist you make all us lesbian feminist look bad #there are plenty of feminists who recognized that we are women and therefore benefit from women's liberation #y'all are so f****** annoying #some of my tags may not make sense because I just listed just about every group of women there is realized I listed every group of women #and then erased it because I realized that was a lot of words for no reason so those are the identifiers I'm talking about in my tags

[sourbinnie]

and i wouldn't marry me either | minho x gn!reader heavy angst | a pathological people pleaser

"don't you dare take it off, if you do i'm out that door." he said and every word resonate in me. it hit where it hurt and it stung in my heart like never before. argument after argument i tried to give him my all, tried to find a reason why i was staying in a dark hole with no way out. why did i put up with this? love isn't supposed to be all fairytales but it also isn't supposed to be a weight on your chest you can't shake off. 

"then what am i supposed to do? continue with my life while you try to destroy me?" i said having enough with all of this. all the fights that led to absolutely nothing and all the drama we created just to damage us. "minho i'm done, i know you never wanted to be with me and that i'm not the fucking best significant other out there but-."

"stop this isn't about that and you know it!" he said, raising his voice again and losing his temper. he was in the same level of done with all this bullshit as i was but he had a more aggressive way of showing it.

"then what is it about? because i can't do it anymore! i don't wanna fight with you. i don't wanna have to tear myself apart just to go through another day with you because you don't love me anymore!" i yelled and this time i left him shocked as i tried to control my tears and my anger at the same time. "can't you see that you're losing me? that i don't want this anymore?"

"you know that's not true, don't fucking say that." he said bitterly but i could see through his mask. he wanted to cry as much as i wanted to bawl my eyes out right at that moment. "you could never leave me... right jagi? you wouldn't fucking leave right?"

it broke everything inside of me to see the tears finally falling from his eyes after every fight where it was just me crying. it also made me mad as hell that he thought i couldn't just leave him, like i didn't have the nerve to do that because i've always been way more introverted and more closed off, like i couldn't make my own decisions without making sure everyone else agreed with me. well if time taught me something, it is that i do have what it takes to grab my things and leave a scene when it got too difficult and catastrophic. 

"you're making me want to leave more & more every day." i said clearly with no more tears streaming as i was so completely done. i reached my final point as i saw him getting on his knees to beg for me to stay. "don't you dare, i cannot do this right now minho."

"please jagi. i know it's a lot to ask but think about it for a second, we're supposed to get married! i want the rest of my life with you. i'll be better, i'll do better and we'll get past this." he said and at another time i would've believed every single word he was saying but right now it all tasted the same to me. every lie just got bigger and bigger while every word that fell from his mouth just didn't sound real to me. nothing seemed real, all of this that we built was fake and i was getting exhausted of having to go another day with the same false reality we built. 

"no, i can't do this." i simply said and decided to walk in the direction of our shared bedroom. i didn't know if i was gonna leave or stay in this house but every bone in me wanted to head towards the front door. how much did i have to go through for it to get to this point? how longer could i be in a house i never belonged in?

why did the man i fell so hard for made me now want to leave to never see him again?

"is this the end?" he asked as he sat on the bed and i just nodded, not being able to say anything but sitting next to him. as i looked one last time at my ring, i decided it was done for good and i took it off. i couldn't be haunted by happy memories anymore, not when i was living in hell and getting through the heartbreak that it was leaving him. "please keep it."

"i can't keep it minho, you've spent a lot of money on it." i responded and looked him in the eye. the broken man that was sitting there was supposed to be my one and only. it's too bad that time showed us that we could be destroyed so easily time after time. 

"can i kiss you one last time?" he asked as he held the ring tightly in his hand. i didn't know what to answer as i just leaned in and let go for a second. the kiss was so much deeper and passionate that i expected, the last one i thought as i tried to go through every memory in my head. the last one as i imagined us in our wedding and having the best day of our lives. the last one as everything crumbled apart and we separated, wanting more but not letting each other cross that limit.

the last time.

that was the last time i saw minho.

#sourbinnie #skz drabbles #skz drabble #skz imagines #skz short imagines #skz imagine #skz angst #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #stray kids imagine #stray kids short imagines #stray kids angst #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz #stray kids #minho x reader #lee know x reader

[crusty-chronicles]

hiii! i hope im not bothering youu but i really like your airheaded s/o hcs and i was wondering if you could make one with urahara from bleach!

Yessss! I love this dopey science man with my whole heart!

BONUS AIRHEADED S/O HEADCANNONS: Kisuke (Bleach)

Absolutely enamored by you.

Everything you do is just so fascinating to him

One of the few brainiacs who absolutely doesn't mind you can't formulate a thought without hurting yourself

You lost a whole shipment of new candy?

Aww, it's okay. He can always order more, so don't be upset.

You damaged your Gigai?

Clearly it wasn't strong enough. He'll just have to make better ones. Thanks for letting him know.

You broke open the shop door because you lost your keys?

Baby sweetheart, you should've just called him. Maybe wear a key around your neck next time.

It isn't physically possible for Kisuke to be mad at you.

More than anything, he likes cooing at you when you make a mistake.

You're just too precious to him.

Loves testing out inventions on you because you're so resilient.

But he's always careful the chances of it actually hurting you are low. Mostly.

He's known you from way back since he was in the Soul Society

And even back then, he was completely smitten with you.

Requesting you be a part of The Department of Research and Development just so he can keep an eye on you.

He knows you tend to be accident prone.

He used to love explaining how some of his inventions worked while you sat and nodded along.

Having no clue what he was talking about, but were just happy to be there.

Kisuke realized he loved you when you followed him to the world of the living.

Not believing for a second he was testing out hollowfication on other soul reapers.

It made him feel all warm and fuzzy to know you had so much faith in him

And ever since then he's been trying and failing to court you.

About a century and he still can't tell if you're dating or not.

He's not gonna bring it up just in case you aren't.

I mean, he's taken you out on several dates.

That has to count for something right?

This man doesn't hesitate to baby you.

In fact, he overdoes it.

To the point where even you're like, 'No, I think I can handle it from here.'

"Do you want me to carry that box for you? It's got some glass and I would be DEVASTATED if you got a paper cut. Might even close the shop so you can recover 👉👈"

He's dead serious about it too

"I can carry it just fine, but thank you."

And he's pouting in the corner, sulking because you didn't want his help.

It's all for show though, so don't feel too bad.

Mostly to embarrass Jinta and Ururu

Maybe Ichigo if he's around.

Kisuke also has the most embarrassing and outlandish nicknames for you. Also for show.

Calls you: Sugar Bear, baby, pookie, shnookums, apple of my eye, ect.

But, in a serious atmosphere, in complete privacy, he'll call you love or angel.

Jealousy?

He'll make a big deal if you're giving someone else attention

Sighing dramatically or draping his arm over your shoulder. And once again, it's mostly for show.

But does Kisuke ever actually get jealous?

Not one bit.

You followed him from the Soul Society after all.

If that doesn't prove you love him then he doesn't know what does.

Yorichi loves your presence.

She thinks you're a great match for Kisuke because you're both so easy going.

That and you're about as strong as a captain.

Taking out an espada with a single punch.

If anything, she's the one telling him he better not break you're heart.

"You've got a great thing going on with them, don't ruin it."

"I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF WE'RE TOGETHER!"

"Then figure it out or else I'll take them."

MASTERLIST

#kisuke urahara #urahara kisuke x reader #kisuke bleach #kisuke x reader #bleach #bleach x reader #bleach x y/n #x reader #x y/n #airhead s/o #stronk s/o

[fairyhaos]

❍ the 2k event: hoshi + silly

alternative title: the morality of silly string

pairing: hoshi x gn!reader

genre: non-idol au, established relationship, crack, fluff

word count: 1018

warnings: none

event taglist (send ask to be added): @slytherinshua @rubywonu @pepperonijem @amxlia-stars @weird-bookworm @hannyoontify @my-moarmy-heart @suminsfav @minhui896 @haocovr @lockburn-castle @sweet-like-caramel @horanghae8 @graybaeismytae @karionice @hopetiger10 @etherealyoungk

"Are you really sure that Jeonghan will be okay with us spraying his entire house in silly string?"

"Of course not!" Soonyoung chirps, cheerfully. "He's gonna hate us for it."

You blink. "Wait, what? Soonyoung, I agreed because I thought that Jeonghan asked you to do this for him!"

Earlier that day, your boyfriend had woken you up with a grin and a kiss and asked if you wanted to come out and buy tens of cans of silly string with him. 

"It's for Jeonghan's house," Soonyoung had explained. "I'm thinking at least thirty. Maybe even fifty cans, if we wanna fully cover his entire house." 

You'd blinked. "Does Jeonghan want this?"

Soonyoung had grinned, waving his hands. "Of course he does! You know those weird moods that he gets in. He'd love his house covered in silly string."

Now, he laughs at your mildly annoyed face as you help him carry the bags of cans back home. 

"Soonyoung. Babe. Are you telling me you lied to me?"

Soonyoung just laughs harder. "I can't believe you believed me! You normally see right through my lies."

You roll your eyes as your boyfriend continues to cackle maniacally, before eventually nudging him to get him to stop when the passersby start giving the two of you more and more suspicious looks. 

"You're still gonna help though, right?" Soonyoung asks once his laughter dies down. 

"Hmm… I dunno…"

"No! Y/N, please please please help me," he begs, and he tries to clasp his hands together before remembering the plastic bags in his hands, and resorts to giving you the biggest, saddest pleading eyes that he can muster. "Do it for me! Please please please!"

You look at him for a long moment before your face melts into a smile. "Well, maybe I do secretly want to silly string Jeonghan's house, deep down. It'll be the perfect form of payback for when he broke into our house during the night and toilet papered all our furniture for April Fool's this year."

"Oh yeah!" Soonyoung frowned at the memory. "That sucked. It took ages to unwrap the fridge, too. I was starving the entire time."

You nod your head resolutely. "This can be our revenge. Let's go, Soonyoung. Let's do it tonight."

"Aw, yes!"

———————————— 🏠

"Are you sure we should be doing this? What if he gets really mad?"

Soonyoung stares at you in disbelief. "Y/N," he says. "We're at his house already. Are you seriously backing out now?"

It's the middle of the night, and you and Soonyoung are hiding behind a couple of cars parked on the street, peering over the bonnets to look at Jeonghan's house. The windows are all dark, and you're sure that Jeonghan is probably in bed right now, oblivious to the chaos that Soonyoung is hell-bent on bringing to him. 

You, however, are having second thoughts. 

"How are we gonna explain this? He's gonna be so mad. He's gonna get back at us for this, you know. What if he breaks into our apartment again as payback? And, I dunno, turns all our clocks three hours forward?"

"Um." Soonyoung's lips twitch. "That's a pretty tiresome way to get payback. I don't think Jeonghan would do that."

"You never know," you hiss back. "Jeonghan is petty as hell. He could do anything."

Soonyoung nods, agreeing. "True."

You slap his arm. "Plus, this stuff isn't biodegradable! We're damaging our planet!"

"Uh, we bought the environmentally friendly silly string for that exact reason—"

"And how is he ever gonna get this off? Silly string is sticky as hell!"

"Babe, I said that that was kinda the point—"

"And also!" You wring your hands together. "What if he finds out that we did this to his house? He's literally in there right now, he could open his curtains and see us!"

"We'll explain this as early Halloween decorations. Say we accidentally got our calendar mixed up."

"That's not gonna help explain ourselves!" you protest. 

Soonyoung shrugs. "Well, we're not gonna have to explain ourselves if we work fast and get out of here quickly."

His message is clear, for you to hurry up and stop talking, but you ignore it with a frown. 

"This feels wrong. I think this is a bad idea."

"Babe, are you really going to talk about the moral nature of silly stringing your friend's house?" Soonyoung asks, tilting his head. "Because I'm pretty sure it's not moral, but it's not immoral either."

"Yeah, it's just stupid!"

"I'm glad you agree!" Soonyoung grins, and gives you a kiss to the top of your head before jumping up, cans in hand. "I'm gonna go do his porch. You can sit here and worry your pretty little head off, or you can help me, babe. It's up to you."

And with that, he scurries away, and you're torn between being annoyed (endeared) by his behaviour and giggling at his words. 

You settle for glaring at his silhouette instead, lips twitching slightly at the hilarious sight that is Soonyoung darting from one car to another, leaping over the fence and hiding behind bushes, rolling down the pathway before getting to the porch. 

He's so weird. 

God, you love him so much. 

That's how you end up gradually creeping out from the side of the car, opening Jeonghan's front gate and slowly crunching your way down his gravel pathway until you're right next to him.

"Hey. Y/N."

You look at Soonyoung, prepared to tell him that you're gonna dump all the blame on him the second Jeonghan spots you two, but your boyfriend is grinning at you, all bright and adoring as he stops in the middle of silly stringing Jeonghan's porch, and you pause. 

He leans in and kisses you quickly. "I love you."

You roll your eyes. "You're just saying that to get me to help you silly string his house, aren't you?"

"Maybe. Is it working?"

"...Perhaps."

"Ha! I knew it, you can't resist me."

"Okay, nevermind, I'm not helping."

"No, wait! Sorry. I love you. Please help me."

"...You're lucky I love you too."

#fairyhaos.works #k-labels #the 2k event -- fairyhaos #svt #seventeen #hoshi #soonyoung #seventeen fic #hoshi fic #svt fic #svt hoshi #svt x reader #hoshi x reader #soonyoung x reader #kwon hoshi #kwon soonyoung #hoshi x you #seventeen x you #seventeen x reader #seventeen hoshi #seventeen soonyoung #svt soonyoung #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #hoshi fluff #hoshi imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic

[sashaisready]

Chapter Fifteen - I’m done with you

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again

Warning: References to/implications of violence (mild)

18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings

Chapter 16

Series Masterlist

Bucky sits in his office chair utterly seething, a group of his men surrounding the desk. Steve and Sam exchange a nervous look, practically feeling the anger pouring out of their leader and friend.

"So let me get this straight..." Bucky starts through gritted teeth.

"So not only did she see the car...she ran towards it, then stepped into the middle of oncoming traffic...was nearly hit by a cab...only to be saved by a random guy. A random guy who then proceeded to hit on her...and get her phone number. Is that everything?" he asked the group, almost spitting venom.

Clint and Scott exchanged brief fearful glances before Clint spoke.

"Yes, boss. We're sorry, she ran out so quickly and the cab was just there...we never could've got to her in ti-"

Bucky held up a hand to silence him.

"Ignoring the fact she only ran out because she saw you...why did nobody go out and check on her? Or call me?? Why exactly did you stand by and let some guy have his hero moment and talk with her long enough to ask her out?" he spat, the edges of his calm façade slipping.

"We're sorry boss" Scott chimed in nervously. "You always say not to approach her...to keep our distance...and we didn't-"

Bucky interrupted him. "I didn't think I'd have to spell out that if you see her in danger or another guy trying to fuck her then it's alright to intervene. You're not filming a fucking nature documentary" he spat, slamming his fist into the mahogany desk.

Scott and Clint nodded, their heads hanging low.

Bucky sighed. "Okay. Everyone out except Steve and Sam" he gestured dismissively to the door with his hand.

"And you two" he pointed at Scott and Clint. "Come back here in ten for some extra training" he barked. "Seems you need a refresher."

Scott and Clint nodded again, swallowing with fear as they knew exactly what 'training' entailed.

"Don't be too hard on 'em, Buck" said Steve after the others had filed out and the door had closed.

"Nobody really knows what you want them to do with this girl. If they're just watching or stepping in. It's not exactly their day job. Everyone thought you wanted to stop following her".

Bucky sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes with his hands. Steve and Sam were the only members of the group who could speak freely like this with him. As much as it annoyed him, he knew it was important for the boss not to exist in an echo chamber.

The only other person who could speak to him like that was you.

"Sounds like you need some damage control after what happened in the bakery anyway" Sam added. "Not sure why you thought flaunting another girl in her face was a good idea..."

Bucky groaned. "I dunno. I fucked up. I was just trying to make her jealous and keep her on her toes. She seemed standoffish after our night together and I didn't want her to think I was whipped. I thought she'd just get mad and we'd do our bickering back and forth like always. I didn't want her thinking I'd gone soft just because we'd slept together..."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Well, you were so convincing you drove her into the arms of another man. So, good job" he scoffed.

Bucky knew they were right. He wasn't used to have feelings like this. Normally he slept with a woman once or twice and lost interest like clockwork. But you had got under his skin, chewed your way through into his mind. He had no idea how to handle it. But clearly he was failing, regardless.

"It's not important right now. How are we doing with that weapons deal?" he asked authoritatively. Snapping back into boss mode. Into familiar territory, the world he knew.

"Good. Stark is onboard. He's just weighing up the best way to bury the loss of inventory so that there are no questions raised if he gets audited" Steve replied.

Bucky nodded. "Okay, good. Let me know when we're having the sit down".

He turned to Sam. "We still haven't heard from our HYDRA friends in a while. Do we know what's going on there?"

Sam shook his head. "We've been asking around but nobody has heard anything. Maybe they're laying low to get the feds off their back, or they pissed off the wrong people".

Bucky thought carefully. "It's not like them to keep so quiet for this long. And they're not smart enough to lay low this efficiently. If they'd pissed someone off this badly I think we would've heard about it. Don't let up. I want to know where they've been hiding".

Sam nodded, adding a note in his phone.

They spoke more about business until a tentative knock at the door interrupted them.

Bucky sighed, pulling off his jacket and stretching his arms out. "Come in fellas" he said sinisterly.

Scott and Clint filed in sheepishly as Steve and Sam headed out. Steve shot Bucky another look and gestured subtly to the nervous men as he left.

Bucky nodded, knowing full well what Steve was trying to communicate. He wasn't really going to hurt them hurt them, just remind them of their orders. Sometimes people learn better by showing rather than telling.

"Alright, who's first?"

*

You walked to the bakery practically skipping, still high on your meeting with Peter from the day before. You'd been texting since last night and already had plans to meet on Friday evening.

Occasionally glimpses of Bucky flashed into your mind. His icy blue eyes. The smell of his cologne. How his arms felt as he held your hips that night you were together...

But you shook them away. Bucky was behind you now. It was better for you both - you could now meet a nice man who actually liked you and didn't play games - and he could go on fucking his way through the women of New York City and beyond, unencumbered by pesky distractions like 'feelings' or 'being a decent human being'. And life would go on. And that was fine.

But Bucky was hard to shake, even after everything he'd done. He was like a stain you couldn't fully scrub clean. Still, you were determined to remove him from your thoughts.

You filled Wanda in once you reached the bakery, babbling excitedly as you told her about Peter and the taxi and your date on Friday. She gasped, eyes wide as she got up to speed.

"Are you sure you didn't accidentally cast a love spell or something?" she teased. "All these men..."

You rolled your eyes as you pulled out the sheet of brownies Wanda had baked that morning, setting them down in the display cabinet.

"It's only two men, Wands" you scoffed, moving to line up the cupcakes at the front. "And one of them is very much off the scene".

Wanda chuckled as her gaze panned to the store windows, her face suddenly falling. "Huh. I guess not everyone got that memo".

You glanced up to see what Wanda meant only to find Bucky in the distance striding towards the store. You only see him briefly before you turn away so he doesn't see you, but you catch a glimpse of his face. He didn't look happy. But then, when does he?

You knew you didn't want to face him right now, unable to take whatever little game he wanted to play with you. It was just too much. You didn't want him to bring you down from your high, so you made a split decision.

"I'm not here" you spluttered as you catapulted into the back room.

"What??" hisses Wanda after you.

"I dunno tell him I'm on a supply run or something. He'll leave once he realises I'm not here. Thanks, I owe you one!!" you call back at her, slightly frantic.

Wanda sighed as she watched Bucky reach the front door. She plastered on her best service smile as he walked in.

"Hi, Mr. Barnes. What can I get for you today?" she asked.

You listen from the back, impressed by how breezy Wanda sounds.

Bucky casts an eye over the store, carefully inspecting every corner as if you were somewhere he just hadn't noticed yet.

"Where's your boss?" he questions, strolling up to the counter.

Wanda smiled back. "She's not here. She's out picking up some piping bags as our order got delayed. Do you want me to pass a message on?"

You silently applaud her for her quick thinking.

Bucky's jaw ticks. "Huh. That's too bad" he says pensively. "Is she working tomorrow?"

Wanda pauses, unsure if she's meant to tell him or not. She stalls for a moment but they're interrupted by the bell ringing, announcing someone else coming inside.

They both turn to look at him. It's a delivery man with a clipboard, clutching a handful of helium balloons which he carefully manoeuvres through the door.

Wanda looks at him blankly before he speaks.

"Hey. Got a delivery here for..." his finger runs down the page and he reads out your name.

Wanda's face twists in surprise. "Oh! Yeah I can sign for that...minion balloons huh?"

You know she only said that out loud for your benefit.

The guy shrugs and passes the clipboard to her. "I just deliver what I get".

You clasp your hands over your mouth as you hear what they are, dangerously close to crying out with excitement as your stomach flips. Peter was even sweeter than you realised.

"Are you done?" barks Bucky as he watches the man take the clipboard back. "We are in the middle of something here.."

The man scoffs. "Listen pal, I'm just doing my jo-"

But he cuts himself off when he turns to Bucky and fully takes him in. Fearful recognition spreads over his face.

"Oh I'm s-sorry Sir" he stammers nervously, clutching the clipboard and putting the pen back behind his ear. "Yes, all done here, sorry to interrupt".

He rushes out of the store and you remember just how intimidating Bucky's reputation is. You very nearly blow your cover by storming out and chastise him for intimidating people just trying to do their jobs. But you stay put.

"Uh yeah, she's here tomorrow morning" Wanda finally relents. "She's opening the store up".

Bucky nods at her. He shoots a confused glance at the balloons before leaving.

You give it a moment to make sure he's finally gone before sprinting back into the front, nearly smashing into the counter in your eagerness.

You screech are the sight of the balloons, there are three of them in the shape of minions. You giggle and snap a photo on your phone, texting it to Peter to share your appreciation.

Wanda watches on in confusion. "Minions..?" she asks tentatively.

"Oh yeah. I was dressed like a minion when we met and it's kinda become a thing" you explain, smiling at your phone.

Wanda chuckled. "So you have in-jokes already? Promising..."

"I'm not sure everyone appreciated your gift, though" she countered, nodding to the door where Bucky had just left.

You sigh. "Ugh. I'm sorry you had to deal with him. Thanks for covering for me. Don't worry I'll send him on his way tomorrow" you say casually, waving a hand dismissively.

"You're not worried about him?" Wanda asks curiously.

You shook your head. "Nah. I mean, sometimes. But not really, no. I just need to be in the right headspace for his schtick. And I wasn't today..." you explain, shrugging.

Wanda nods thoughtfully. Your phone buzzes as a message pops up on your screen.

Glad they got there in one piece! 😃 See you on Friday. Maybe leave the overalls at home. P x

You grinned excitedly. This was one of your favourite stages of a new romantic prospect, each text filling you with butterflies and anticipation.

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The day went by in a flash, the usual to-and-fro of customers and no more Bucky or minion themed deliveries. Pepper called in briefly to say hello, delighted to see how well the store was doing and congratulating you on a job well done - which made you swell with pride. She was in the process of hiring a new store assistant to help out during busier shifts, taking the pressure off you and Wanda which you both welcomed. She said she'd send you the resumes of her shortlist and you could give her your thoughts.

Before you knew it you were locking up for the night - battling with the keys while you wrestled with the unruly balloons at the same time.

You set off home clutching the balloons as you read through your messages. You were replying to Peter, a smirk on your face as you ambled along the sidewalk. You didn't even notice the SUV creeping alongside you until a deep voice broke you out of your concentration.

"Hey, Doll".

You jump, your hand clasping your phone as you hold it to your chest in surprise. Your startled expression morphs into annoyance when you see who it is.

Bucky was leaning out of the backseat window, smiling innocently as the car rolled along next to you. He looked great as always, a section of his slicked back hair slipping down onto his forehead. You had to resist the urge to reach out and tuck it back in.

"What do you want, Bucky?" you ask flatly.

"Did you get the piping bags?" he mocks.

"Yep" you snap, continuing along the street with your eyes facing forward.

You thought the image must've been funny, a grown woman clutching minion balloons as a man leaning out of SUV drives alongside her at a glacial pace. But you were too annoyed by Bucky to see the humour in the situation.

"Cute balloons. Who they from?" he asks, reaching out to pull on the foil strings. You swat his hand away with a sharp slap.

"A new friend" you mutter as you continue on, wondering if you can make a detour to shake off your new shadow.

"Look at you. Always making friends...anyone I know?"

"I doubt it. We don't exactly run in the same circles". Your voice is cold and prickly.

"Oh, well, you wanna tell me how you met?" he teases.

"I'd rather not".

"Want a ride home?" he asked. "We have space for your new inflatable friends, too".

"No thanks. My legs work just fine" you spit back at him. "I thought you'd stopped following me?"

"I have. Was just in the neighbourhood is all" he shrugs.

Liar.

You roll your eyes knowingly.

"Can we talk?" he asks quietly.

If you didn't know any better you would've detected a hint of desperation in his voice.

"There's nothing to say" you respond. "Maybe ask Allegra if you're looking to chat to someone". You curse yourself for sounding more annoyed than you wanted.

Bucky scoffs. "Not jealous, are you doll?"

"Why would I be jealous? Because we slept together last week, you kicked me out on my ass, ignored me for days and then you brought another woman to where I work?"

He frowned. "I may not have handled this as well as I could've..."

"No shit".

You stop and turn to face him. The car comes to a halt too.

You reach out and finally tuck that errant strand of hair behind his ear and lean in, smiling sweetly. Bucky's posture stiffens, inwardly ecstatic about this unexpected physical touch as he leans closer to you.

"Leave. Me. Alone" you practically whisper to him, carefully enunciating each word. "Stop following me. Stop showing up at my work. Torture someone else. I'm done with you".

You give him a quick kiss on his cheek almost mockingly and move as far away from the car as possible, ignoring his final pleas as you put your earphones in and begin to play music, drowning him out.

Bucky sighed. He really had fucked up with you.

But he wasn't licked yet.

#mob bucky barnes #mob bucky x reader #bucky barnes #mob bucky au #mob bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #james bucky barnes #sweet and sour fic

[toomuchracket]

mads I keep imagining that d word girly would have an incident where she gets really defensive about Matty’s personal space/safety. maybe after he went into the crowd at the Hollywood bowl? but I actually think it might be when that reporter approached him in LA. I think she’d be like “you can you leave my boyfriend the fuck alone? He won’t be mean to you, but I will.” Or something else, pick your poison!

(i am dramatising these instances a bit)

actually yeah, i think that as much as you're professional and careful with what you publicly do or say and pretty good at staying calm in stressful situations, there's only so much you can take re. matty's safety/wellbeing/general happiness being threatened right before your eyes. your reaction to the hollywood bowl incident was maybe slightly amplified given the, um, changes to your body that you found out about a few days later, but it was justified - thinking that you (and denise, sitting next to you) got really worried when matty went over the other side of the barrier, and you got progressively angrier when they all started shoving phones at him and trying to grab him, to the point denise actually had to hug you just to stop you storming down there yourself and trying to intervene. literally, she had to calmly whisper "he's fine, he'll be fine, mark's there to keep him safe", while you were seething about "fucking animals they don't give a fuck about him it's fucking ridiculous imagine having such little respect for another person" (and this was BEFORE you started crying about peanut. quite the evening for you!). do you know what you were going to actually do once you got there? no, but probably nothing good.

in some ways, the earlier thing with the reporter in LA was probably worse to witness, because you saw matty up close and personal realise in real-time that he was being pestered by a journalist; you're both used to being filmed by randoms when they meet you (well, as used to it as you can ever be), and so you've gotten quite good at quickly determining if people seem a bit off, and thus i think it was you who clocked the girl was a reporter because she was holding her phone in a really weird way to try and discreetly get the shot (as opposed to fans generally being obvious about the fact they're filming). you whispered to matty to tell him, before you were audibly like "so sorry but we can't talk right now, we're running late for a meeting", but she still persisted in asking questions - matty didn't want to be impolite, you knew that (plus he kinda squeezed your hand anxiously like "help"), so you tried again to shut her down like "no seriously we literally can't talk right now" to no avail. she's talking over you, stepping closer as you move back, generally being a dick, and you think fuck it and calmly say, like you said, "look. my boyfriend won't be rude and tell you to leave him alone, and i've tried to do it politely with no success. so i'm going to be a bitch about it, actually - can you just fuck off? thanks". it works, but as soon as you say it you're internally trying to figure out damage control on yourself. but it's not too bad, because cctv and nearby fans caught the whole thing on tape and showed she was actually being a pest. and matty's reaction to you saying that was good; he kissed your hand as you walked off together like "that was so fucking cool, baby, i can't believe you got all aggressively protective over me like that. it was sexy", and you got all blushy but were still fired up like "nobody messes with my man", and matty was almost swooning like "so fucking true. i love you!" lol <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #d word matty #moots <3 #satvb

[hello-nichya-here]

Pffft in what fucking way radical feminism is about apologizing abuse?? xD

Hun if you have no what you're talking about just don't talk about it, don't embarrass yourself

Glad you asked!

First we have this very thing that you're doing right now, which is shutting down anyone who mentions that radfems can be abusers. Major red flag whenever someone's first reaction to hearing "Someone in your group has been abusive" is to immediately get all defensive and say "NO ONE HERE WOULD EVER!"

Secondly, we have the very thing that made me point out that radfems are abusive as hell. I pointed out that a stupid radfem was insisting that I was being abused because I like kinky stuff, and then had the nerve to go "You deserve to be beaten until you get brain damage." Saying that some people just "deserve" to be mistreated is abuse apologism 101.

And since we're talking about people who "deserve" abuse according to radfems, let's look at the list of women you guys have thrown under the bus:

1 - Women who have been abused by other women. After all, "rape is a male crime" according to you guys.

2 - Women of color. You guys always get hella defensive whenever a non-white woman points out that radfems are often racist as fuck, and pull stuff like basing their list of "how to spot a tranny" on racist shit like literal nazi propaganda posters to help people "spot jews." And let's not forget the large overlap between plenty of radfem groups and white supremacy groups. Oh, sorry, forgot we're not supposed to mention all that so we won't "devide the comunity."

3 - Bisexuals who experienced abuse by a male partner, since we "choose" to associate with men despite having the oppornuity to date just women, like lesbians do (What? That sounds just like incels who are mad women only go to "jerks" instead of "nice guys" like themselves? Impossible! That would mean radfems feel entitled to sex and believe women DON'T get to say no!)

4 - Lesbians that are not "gold star lesbians", aka who have had sex with men at some point. After all, they're inferior since they didn't have stuff figured out right away, or had no choice but to stay in the closet for years and years due to where they live, or, ya know, were raped. Too bad for them, they were touched by man, therefore they're icky.

5 - Asexuals, because you guys will just hate one ANYONE apparently, even someone who just says "I don't really wanna fuck anyone".

6 - Trans women. After all, you guys literally admited that you made up the whole "predatory trans in the bathroom" myth just to have an excuse to hate on them. And let's not forget this also led to shit like radfems trying to spy on other women in the bathroom to "make sure they're really women." After all, trying to see someone naked without their consent is totally what normal, not at all creepy people do.

7 - Kinky women! After all, we are brainwashed by the patriarchy, and need you guys to step in and save us from ourselves, because YOU know what makes US comfortable or not. It's for our own good really. It totally isn't just slut shaming with some pseudo-feminist terms thrown in the middle.

8 - Sex workers. Once again, they need to be saved from themselves - and that rescue includes ignoring them when they say "your way of helping us in dehumanizing, robs us of our agency, and often ends with us being thrown in prison." And lets not forget that some of the anti sex-work laws you guys swear exist to protect victims of human trafficking who were forced into prostitution often end with said victims thrown in prison anyway because surprise surprise, demonizing people for harmless shit makes a target no matter what.

9 - Any woman who doesn't like that you bitches are constantly associating with the alt-right - including the most violently misogynistic members of the bunch - just to get more political allies. Does it ever cross your mind that if THE biggest women-hating scumbags around think you are "one of the good ones" that shows you totally fucking failed to "rebel against the patriarchy"?

And there's also the group that you guys refuse the acknowledge the most! Men who were abused by women. After all, that doesn't work in your fantasy world where men always hold all the power in every situation, and women are always powerless. No way things could be more complicated, even with misogyny still sadly being a thing, no, no. It has to be an Us VS Them.

So, no acknowledging all the times young boys get sexually assault and are mocked for "complaining that they got laid", even when they're minors and their abusers were grown adults. No acknowledging that while women are more likely to be victims to domestic violence, people often refuse to understand that men can also victims of intimate partner violence - even if said partner is a woman. We can talk about abusive fathers, but not abusive mothers. We can talk about how abusive males tend to become cops, but not about how abusive women tend to become nurses.

And, once again, not ever, ever, ever pointing out that radfems are ALWAYS going on about how some people (in this case men) DESERVE to abused. After all, that will totally make it "fair" after all the shit women endured, since THIS is the way to deal with society's problems: you make sure they hurt as many people as possible instead of just your group.

So yeah, you guys are abuse apologists. You always have been. Now either become a decent person or die mad about it, bitch.

#asks #fuck radfems #fuck terfs #fuck swerfs

[charlie-lec-stories]

Dirty Little Secret - Part 4: Forgiveness // CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Original Female Character

Series Summary: Charles' wife went to The Other Side and came back, but her past did too.

Chapter Summary: Charles follows his wife and Max to the woods in Roosteren, where they wish to finally find Maud.

Series Warnings: Death, descriptions of CPR and a car crash, sexual comments and implied sexual acts, mentions of blood, mentions of suicide and depression.

Author’s Note: This is a special I decided to write inspired by Halloween and the Qatar GP, it's five parts long. It's the first time I write something for this page instead of editing thing I have written before, I hope you guys like it. Rate: +16 (descriptions of medical procedures).

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"No, this is nuts". Max said, shaking his head furiously. "We're not going, we promised it was the last time!"

"Don't you get it?! She's asking for out help!". Y/N yelled back at Max moving her hands around to bring more emphasis into her comment. Charles was just sitting on the couch, trying to process everything. His wife had just told him that she spent a decade traveling back home with her best friend to camp in the woods and look for the body of a childhood friend. And now she wanted to do it again because she had been seeing... The ghost of that friend? Was that what she said? The ghost?... what the actual fuck. He couldn't help but prefer the option of her cheating on him with Max, is sounded less crazy. "We gave up, Max! We gave up on her and now she wants us to keep looking! We know that she's there, everyone used to go there. If something happened, she obviously ran there! We just need to keep looking".

"You're hallucinating, Y/N! You're probably suffering from late brain damage!". Max was just about to explode and Charles could see it. "We need to take you to the doctor! You're not making any sense. You know that going back madness".

"Charles believes me!". She defended, and her husband snapped his head towards her with an almost neck-breaking force, his eyes wide open. "Don't you, babe?"

"Uhmm...". His silence and hesitation were divorce-worthy, he could see the pain in his wife's eyes and he didn't have the heart to call her crazy. "Yeah, uhmm, of course". Max pulled off his own hair, exasperatedly. "I believe you, mon amour".

"For fuck's sake, Leclerc! You're such a-". Max cut himself off before he could say something actually offensive. "She's hurt, Charles. And even if she wasn't, I can't go and help her!". He then added a lot calmer and pointed at his legs, still weak from the accident.

"I'll go with you and help you search". Charles knew that it was a terrible idea, but he had already said that he believed Y/N and he couldn't back down. Together in sickness and health, right?

"It's too dangerous. It took us our whole lives to get to know our way through there enough for us to be safe". Max shook his head. "We're not taking you there, Charles".

"I'm not a kid, Max". Charles retorted offended. "I can go with you and be careful, you two have been walking around those woods since you were teenagers. I can do it as an adult".

"I know that we agreed on stopping". Y/N said sounding a lot more like her old self. "I know that we said we'd stop because it hurts you, because you need to move on, Max". Max was crying again. He couldn't do this all over again. He needed to stop. "But you know I'm not hallucinating. You know that what I see is real. She's calling me back there. She's calling US, Max, and we need to answer ".

There were perks in Max owning a private jet, one of those was flying from one place to the other without bringing too much attention to themselves. Max had even learned how to fly it and had his license that allowed him to go wherever he wanted. However, Max choose to get a pilot this time, there was a lot of planning they needed to do and they couldn't risk it getting recorded on the black box. It was ilegal to camp on those woods, it wasn't the first time that someone had disappeared on Roosteren and the police didn't want the kids of the town lurking around in the dark. Max and Y/N paid a large amount of money to bribe the Chief of Police each year and make him look the other way. They were probably paying doble to bring Charles in with them, but they didn't care, they'd spend the money they had to. The plan was simple, yet, it required their absolute focus on each part to secure a win. Woods are usually just plants, insects and the lonely furry predator you can find, they had guns for that, still, these woods weren't normal woods, they had a certain... effect, on people, that's why Max and Y/N went for just four days and on summer break, there was something different on summer, something less dark around, as the days were longer and the nights shorter. Still, nighttime kept as terrifying as the rest of the seasons, they both had tested their limits over the years, how much they could endure, how much they could take before breaking. Four nights, that was their limit, and that wasn't a big help to their search, five days and four nights are not enough to look for someone, it's too little time to cover so much land. Nights were off the table when it came to searching, the nights were reserved to survival and survival only, the main point of them was making it to the next morning.

"You need to follow every order we give you, no matter what, Charles. This is important". Max told him, the deep tone and the frown on his face showing how serious he was. "Specially at night".

"You can't trust yourself out there at night". Y/N added.

"What's so bad about the nights?". Charles was starting to ask himself how come he could have been so in the dark about so many things for years.

"Those woods... They do things to you". Max looked at his lap, as if the mere memory of what place did to him was too much to bear with.

"That's why you always come back so sad and shaken up, no?". It kind of angered him, that Y/N never told him any of that.

"Yeah". She could feel his anger, but she didn't have the guts to talk about it now. She knew she fucked up, that she kept the love of her life in the dark because of pure and terrible shame. Charles deserved better than to be lied to.

They arrived at Amsterdam at 2 in the morning and traveling to Roosteren would take them two hours, driving at a legal speed. They weren't walking into the woods at 4 AM, ready to be totally consumed by it, so they booked some rooms and spent the night in Amsterdam. Max got his own room, retiring to it instantly, on the other hand, Charles and Y/N waited some more to go to bed. There was this tension, so many lies and so many secrets. Charles needed to know more, he needed to feel like she trusted him, because if she couldn't, then he couldn't trust her back. They drank some whisky in the bar of the hotel, sitting in a dark corner, trying to avoid curious eyes. He watched her down her glass like it was water and it brought him back to an old memory, one created not too far from there, in Belgium.

It was his rookie year in F1, and she was there to support him, but she wasn't letting him know that so easily. They had hooked up a few times before but they never have brought up the talk about feelings. It was hard for Charles, getting close, it didn't matter how much he liked her, he had trouble letting her in. She was as cold on the outside, like an iceberg, and if it was hard for Charles with easy-going girls, getting along with this one was even harder. The race went terrible, he DNFd and Max got a podium, which made things difficult between them. He was sitting in a bar, abusing of the privilege of not being so famous yet, drinking his weight in whisky, behind his trainer's back. She spotted him instantly, her red hair loose and her eyes bright as she entered the bar. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her when he caught the swing of her hips as she waltzed towards his table. She sat down without saying a word and they drank together, until they couldn't take it anymore. He had the confession on the tip of his tongue, he was just a little push away from telling her how much he loved her, but there was still this fear, this distance he couldn't walk. "What is it, Charles?", she asked him, with rosy cheeks and a big smile, talking for the first time since she sat at the table. "Nothing", he shied away, avoiding her eyes. "You know, you can trust me any secret you have. I won't tell", she teased him with a smirk and he couldn't help but mimic the action. "It's too big of a secret, you'd ran away the moment I tell you", that picked her interest. "What if I told you a secret of mine first? To build some trust". She ran her hand up his arm, her touch ghosting his skin and he could feel all of his nerve-ends on fire. "Okay, Cherie, tell me". That earned him a giggle from her and with her lips close to his ear, she let out her secret. "Today I was rooting for you, and even though you DNFd, I still feel like a winner when you look at me". She paused, not missing on the hitch in his breath, before continuing, she licked her lips. "So c'mon, Charlie, if you still think you can't tell me your secret... try me". He turned around, his heart pounding inside his chest and he finally met her gaze. With a full heart and new found courage, he kissed her like he had meant for a long time to do so. Spilling his secret wasn't the only thing he did that night.

"Are you guys ready?". Max asked at the other side of the room's door.

"Yeah, we'll be out in a minute". Y/N yelled back the response. They had barely slept and it was the first time in years that they both shared a bed without touching at all, like even the smallest of caresses could just break them down instantly. "Do you have everything, love?"

"Yes". He was the one being monosyllabic now. But it was alright, she felt like she deserved it.

"Morning". She greeted Max once they were out of the room and towards the rented car Max got while they were still getting ready. Her best friend gave her a small smile, looking back and forth between her and her husband, who was a few meters away, paying for the room. She tried to reassure him. "It's okay".

"You need to fix this, Y/N". Max told her and she looked at him curiously. "I know I wasn't his biggest fan before, but I like the guy now, okay?". She scoffed. "I mean it, don't loose him, not like this". She looked down. "You fix this, whatever it takes, Bunny".

The drive was tense but short and even shorter was their encounter with the Chief of Police, who robbed them 500.000 euros to let them camp in the woods. They didn't hesitate and paid the money without complaining. At the car, they pulled out the map and looked for the best route to get to the points the haven't searched yet. There wasn't much land that they needed to cover, the only reason Max and Y/N stopped was because everything had become too much for them to bear. The last time they went there, a few months back, the last night was so tough on them that they promised they wouldn't go back. There was still hope though, that they could find Maud in that little part of land that was left untouched. Charles seemed to get everything in pretty quickly, he was a smart guy and it didn't take him long before he was even putting out ideas and suggesting paths on the map. They were going to camp in the center of the land they were searching and their tent would stay there for the whole five days, it was not just for them to have some kind of base to go back to, but also a geographical reference for them, so they wouldn't get lost. Every distance they walked was previously measured from their camp, they would walk and check a quadrant of 10 meters each day, which meant that every day they would walk 10 meters further away from their confort zone. The 50-meters distance they'd reach by day 5 was the most dangerous, because they'd be more tired and worn out by then, making it harder to get back to the camp if they needed. Charles knew that he had to try and sleep as good as possible if he wanted to be ready for that.

"Remember, we're on October now, we have to get back to the camp at 6 PM at most". Y/N reminded them. "Everything after that would be dangerous".

"Charles, I just want to make sure you remember everything". Max started and the monegasque looked up from the map to meet his gaze. Max wanted him to repeat the night plan again. "Please, just one more time".

"I take a leak before dinner, eat, wrap up everything, get in the tent and never get out until sunrise". Charles chanted for the tenth time.

"Never get out before sunrise, no matter what you hear, no matter what you see". Y/N added. "Promise me".

"I promise".

Charles had never, ever in his life, pictured himself looking for a dead body. Ever. But there he was, moving dirt around, trying to see if he could find anything that proved to be a grave. Max and Y/N gave him a compass, a map, a pen, water, food, a gun and a book of plants to help him search the ground. He had learned that there were some plant that fed on decaying tissue and he could use the book to see if any of those plants grew on his quadrant. Max was doing what he could, considering that his legs were still in pretty bad shape, Charles wondered if he needed help. On the other hand, he was kind of glad that he could be away from Y/N the whole day, he was still angry and didn't want to say something that he would regret later. The time alone could help him cool down. He searched and searched, stopping only to eat and drink twice. Searching wasn't that demanding physically, but the attention to detail he needed to decide if he could move from one place to another was exhausting. He felt the pressure, what if he decided that there was nothing in that square meter and he made a mistake? What if his mistake meant they'd never find Maud? It was a lot of pressure, so he made sure, completely sure, that there was nothing there before he moved on. Though the day, once in a while he saw his wife in the distance, they weren't that far away on that first day. She meticulously checked every plant and carefully removed the dirt to check underneath it. He felt his chest heavy, he wanted nothing more than to go to her and hug her, he could see she was hurting, but the pain he felt because of her lies kept him away. He rather focused on his own task. At 6 PM, he walked back to the camp.

"Do you want more?". Max asked Charles, extending his arm to hand him another sealed can of tuna salad. They had stoked themselves with a wide variety of canned foods to eat for over a week, making sure to over-stoke themselves in case something happened. Even if Max hated tuna, he ate it like it was the best food he had ever had. It was like in those woods, they were so deep into their survival mood that nothing superficial mattered anymore.

"No, thanks, mate". Charles refused. "I don't want to eat too much and then wake up feeling all heavy and tired"

"Yeah, I get it". The Dutchman paused and looked away, unsure if he should ask, but his best friend was using a tree as her personal bathroom and it was his only chance alone with Charles to ask. "How are things between you two?"

"Well...". Max felt terrible for asking when he saw the flash of pain in Charles' eyes. "I guess we have a lot to talk about when we get back home". Max just hummed.

"I'm all done". Y/N informed them and sat back down between them. Max looked at her sternly, he didn't like that she went there alone after dinner. "I'm sorry, but I really had to go again".

"Let's just go to sleep". Max said retiring to the tent. Charles and Y/N didn't move, looking at anything but each other. The tent wasn't big and they couldn't just sleep with Max in the middle. After a moment of silence, Charles sighed and got up, walking straight to the tent and not looking back.

All she hoped for was forgiveness, haunted by the ghosts of all of her regrets, it seemed like the thing she wanted the most was the only one she couldn't get.

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So... another part here! I hope you guys like this Halloween special. I love writing horror, suspense and sci-fic, so I'll probably start including some of my stories in the future.

#charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc imagines

[indouloureux]

I dont know if this would be too specific of a request so please ignore if it is but would you be able to do joe or eddie comforting reader after they end a really toxic friendship?

thank you for requesting! ❤️

eddie sets the glass of water in front of you, the cold drops falling onto the table, and you mentally tell him to put on a coaster but you don't find it in yourself to actually say it as you hear him sigh, the couch dipping from his heavy drop beside you.

"so what's up?" his voice is questioning, tilts into the curious direction. your finger runs through the back of your earlobe to push nothing away. eddie's hand stalls on your shoulder for an awaiting comfort.

"remember, uh, carol?" you clear your throat. "the one that used to hang out with steve harrington? she and her boyfriend slut shamed nancy wheeler and spray painted that- thing- remember?"

"yeah?" eddie removes his hovering hand, lets it stay still on his lap. "yeah, um. i do. i used to go to class with her until she graduated last year."

you blink rapidly. "yes! well, um, we're not friends anymore."

he leans back, palms swiping across his knees as he processes the information he doesn't even need but kind of wants to hear. "what happened?"

"remember when i drove you to your band practice last week?" he nods. "well- she wasn't really fond of you. i don't even know why she's still here in hawkins but, she told the others and they said that i shouldn't even be hanging out with you."

"what- what did you say?"

"that they don't get to tell me who i get to hang out with," you scratch your eyebrow. "so, yeah, i guess i got nancy wheeler-ed."

eddie's eyes widened. "they spray painted on the marquee again?"

"yeah. except this time i'm not a slut. so i guess that's a plus point." you laugh sardonically. "anyway i- i don't even know why i came to you. i just, i need to talk about it, i guess? because i think i made a mistake..."

"what, breaking up with them?" he shifts closer to you. "you didn't make a mistake. that actually was a pretty fucking wise decision that you did. it's far from a mistake."

you take the glass of water from the table, a wet ring left behind as you take a sip. "when i started high school, eddie, i didn't really have any friends," you trace the lips of the glass. "they took me in and- they became my 'friends'. they made me feel like i was known, or i was seen because i was with them. but the thing is, they tried changing me. i was happy being seen as who i was but they wanted me to be like them."

eddie furrows his eyebrows, leans closer to listen carefully at each word. "and, i don't know? i guess i kind of feel like i used them just so i would feel important at least once in my life before all of this is over. but they never really cared, you know? they only ever really cared about themselves. and they got mad that i didn't want to be this- this jackass of a daddy's girl. and i did want them to be my friends, hoping maybe they'd change—"

"but they didn't," he takes the glass from you and sets it on the table. "so you feel guilty for using them? but, they're assholes. they were using you, too. they wanted to make their weird bitch pack even bigger — sorry i called them a bitch."

"it's okay," you chuckle. "they- they are a bitch. i guess maybe the reason why i feel like i made a mistake is because i don't have any more friends. they were the only ones i ever really had."

eddie stays silent for a bit. and with you not looking in his direction, you hear the couch squeak and see him kneel in front of you, hands joint together in the space between his knees, looking up at you through his small eyelashes.

"i can be your friend," he shrugs. "it has it's cons though. like, you're no longer popular but you're a freak," he lifts one finger, then another with his other hand tapping on them. "you'll probably get shit on by them a lot. you'll have to sit lunch with us. and your reputation is forever damaged."

you grin. "i think i can manage that."

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#eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #fluff #joseph quinn #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn fanfiction

[exoticalmonde]

Image stolen from Dr. Pinkie who got it from god knows where but I'm here to declare that I succeeded in my adventure into the bottom of Ling's cup and I come out victorious.

With a team of hardened steel and all the blood I could spill to guilt-trip half the team into doing more damage/healing (and to get Chongyue off my back for this morning's training session) , I managed to acquire a Nearl-alter from a unsuspecting owner.

Basically we tried multiple things that could have worked potentially if my characters were stronger, including attempting Ebenholz (it's for the peepos, no we didn't try killing Sui Xiang) and Kroos-alter, Skadi-alter and company. To no avail.

At some point Dr. Kryo came by to offer the assistance of Pozemka in case Kroos-alter was not doing enough damage. Mine is not E2 and Dr. Pinkie was really adamant on using Skalter.

Since none of us have it.

So while I was away I hear those two bicker in the background:

Kryo: "If you're struggling you could always go the Pozemka strat."

Pinkie: "We're doing quite fine, stage by stage."

Kryo: "Or you could use Pozemka."

Pinkie: "Or you can shut your wh*re mouth."

Me: *Wheeze laughing from the kitchen*

Kryo: "You're failling and could use the support."

Pinkie: "Why don't you guide her then?!"

Kryo: "Because I don't know your plan!!"

They love each other though, this is all regular chatter in Rhodes Island, I promise. No operstors or feelings were hurt in the creation of this post.

About operstors actually...

The first... Couple of times... Were eventful.

Sussuro was taken to bed early today for some well-deserved rest.

We started using the training tickets and figured out that if you need some tick damage, it's better to get your best casters. Nobody told me that fastest caster was also an option, of which such are - Click... And Pudding.

At least now I don't remember if Passenger was an option, but chain casters seem to work fine. He's just a little too expensive to put down. Not that Pudding isnt 28DP at E1 mad pots, but... You know. Splash caster kind of cost for a 4 target hit at a speed of Average.

Now every time I see this I feel a headache coming up.

During the last phase, after we took a 10 minute break, I forgot I was meant to play the training thing first and we accidentally succeeded in Challenge mode the normal way.

I still have to farm for 20 more stages for the full medal set.

Speaking of which, GOD the last seconds... Surtur died way too EARLY, not to mention it took multiple attempts to figure out Sui uses his skill on the MELE character which is closest, closest meaning PROXIMITY. So my Surtur got stabbed into the ground twice before we fixed thsa by placing Gravel below her and not below Sui. Just bait as close to the ball as possible.

And as a last resort we stalled and used that ONE block you see behind him. Backstabbing as a last resort, by the wise words of Dr. Pinkie.

Cleared the shop. Cleared the stages.

And also a day ago I got enough primes to get Nian. Mentioning it again since she was also used in a couple of stages and it was a splendid experience. Aak and Hung, you two will get dressed up some other time.

#arknights #arknights event #invitation to wine #doctor of ri shenanigans #friendship #event commentary #boss stage arknights #Sui #Just Surtr it

[viktoriamagrey]

At some point we're going to have to talk about how much damage social media has done to certain groups of vulnerable, mentally ill people by convincing them a certain thing is supposed to be their entire personality or something to completely accept rather than work on. This milquetoast approach, this shrugging of the shoulders and simply telling people that they're "fine the way they are" and that they don't have to do anything, that they just need "more support from others" (as if that solves their problems) is backfiring really badly on people who really don't need even more cushioning from their problems. In certain online pockets, it has actually alienated people who seek recovery from their own spaces by creating an echochamber of despair that makes people even more likely to scowl at the entire concept of accountability, or acknowledging the part they play in their issues. It just goes back to a basic problem with identity "culture". If you convince an entire group of people that they are always the victim for simply being who they are, they never have to be held accountable for anything, no matter how much it affects them or others. That's why so many people crave an identity to latch onto, and why it's such a dangerous mindset to have towards mental illness in particular.

...I'm really resentful of this mentality, because to some degree I fear that all it has done in the end is make certain types of people even less likely to seek help or treatment, simply scapegoating other people or pointing to "the stigma" as an excuse whenever anything negative is said, which is what happens when people overidentify so much with the broader strokes of a mental illness; that even just admitting its negative impacts is viewed as a big, personal attack. Those that really do need to hear more acceptance usually just stay completely out of the conversation to avoid being associated with certain, more conflictive types of people, and only get to see negative comments being made from either side.

It's incredibly disheartening to see. I understand that certain things arose as a direct response to the villification of mental illness, which is definitely a problem that is still very much in the process of being addressed at all in some ways. But there are plenty of people who could definitely use a much bigger push and are not getting that because people think that if you don't treat the very mention of everyone's condition with kid-gloves you may be "responsible" for someone being hurt or otherwise hurting themselves. The thing is, that's not anyone's responsibility but the person's. (I've seen so many comments on videos on mental health topics where people confess to going there specifically to self-harm. Does that mean we shouldn't talk about them?) If it's just the truth, you should be allowed to speak it. There are certain comments you seem to be not allowed to make, no matter how much they're backed up by people who know what they're talking about (even just part of a diagnostic criteria!); simply because you're supposed to avoid upsetting the "vulnerable" group who somehow always keeps finding their way back to the things that they want to get mad at specifically to yell at you about it instead of focusing on recovery.

#my thoughts #original text post #ramblings #my text #text post #mental health #discourse #tw discourse #accountability #mental illness #sh mention #self harm mention #self-harm mention #serious #real life topics #serious topic #This is a heavy topic... Here have a flower 🌸 for reading this. #But seriously though. It's just disheartening is the right word. #There is nothing fair about the way mental health is treated. It's always something about which way the pendulum swings. #I am absolutely not saying that there isn't a stigma or that people aren't allowed to want to be treated like human beings! #But there is a very big difference between that and outright DENYING that you have a problem and that it is very much a problem. #The rose-tinted glasses don't help anyone. #I was about to say something else but that is a big can of worms I don't want to open right now. #...Some people probably don't even want to read the DSM V at this point. #Catering to these types of people is not a good thing.

[ionianwanderer]

It was in every tabloid, on every gossip site, and plastered all over social media: 

World Famous DJ Yasuo Ito of TRUE DAMAGE seen on a DATE with heartthrob popstar Ezreal Hall!

He's called into a meeting with the PR team who, quite frankly, looked absolutely over his shit. All eyes on him for an explanation as to why photos of the two men were found spreading like wildfire across the mediasphere. Yasuo sat leaning on one hand, a brow cocked wondering why he's the one to shoulder the blame for the paparazzi having managed to catch a shot of the two.

"Am I supposed to care about being seen with him?" Sounding like he'd rather be anywhere else but in this meeting.

"You understand the media is catching on to your little flings right? You're not some small town nobody djing in a basement, Mister Ito. Your public image matters."

"Oh, am I not supposed to be a person? Am I not allowed to have feelings? Didn't think that was part of the package with all this."

"That is not what we're implying here, Sir."

Yasuo gives them an icredilous look. "Then what ARE you implying? Don't tell me it's about the fact we're both me-"

He's immediately silenced by a file slammed against the table, a few snapshots of previous relationships scattering out of it. "That isn't it either. You get around, so to speak, and the tabloids DO pay attention to a celebrity that likes to hop around. Both you and him are known to do that-- so understand where we're coming from."

A tense silence hangs between everyone in the room. Yasuo stares at a few of the photos-- some going as far back to when he was first establishing himself in the music scene and then as recent as him fooling around with A-list celebrities. His jaw clenched hard… as if that alone would hold back the anger that was slowly creeping in. He slumps back against the chair he's in, using one foot to swivel from side to side as he took all this in. 

Eventually, hands suddenly clap together as he tongues his cheek, the noise startling some of the folks in the room. All he offers is a grimace. This was going to be so… annoying.

"So… you're trying to tell me that the 'mediasphere'," he air quotes his words while rolling his eyes, "--thinks I get too many pieces."

He waits and watches each of the members of the PR team stare at him. Until one of the executives nods slowly, to which he then proceeds to point and single them out.

"Do you know how fucking stupid this sounds? Understand here and now, take me down on record: I don't give a FUCK what the mediasphere thinks about my love life. They're just mad that they can't have half these bitc--"

"Mister Ito--"

"Nope-- I'm not gonna hear it. Don't "Oh but the image of the band" me. Have you seen K/DA and their PR nightmare? And you're telling ME I can't date fucking Ezreal? That's the line we're drawing? This is a joke!"

"Well but consider their PR team and how much they have to--"

Yasuo slams his hands against the tabel in front of him as he shoots up from the chair. For a man usually so calm-- most of the time-- the executives seeing him like this was something… new. With a fiery anger in his core he taps his pointer finger against the manilla folder that had been tossed to him, pissed off beyond belief.

"Well maybe you all should learn a thing or two from THEIR team about this." His words accentuated hard as he grits his teeth. "Don't call me for a stupid fucking meeting like this again because I will NOT be attending."

Yasuo holds the gaze of one of the team members for an uncomfortable amount of time, sending them into a fit of trying to make themselves smaller in their chair. 

"Do I make myself clear to you stooges?" Only relenting his piercing gaze once he'd watch every single one of them nod in agreement. It's then that he storms off, slamming the door behind him as he exits the confrence room to punctuate his outburst.

So stupid. So STUPID. Yasuo shoves his hands into his jacket as he makes his way down to the ground level of the office building; people were practically jumping out of his way as he trudged past them. And if they weren't paying attention, a broad shoulder shoved them out of his way. The only thing that really drew him out of his head was the buzzing of his phone. At first he ignores it. Focusing more so on getting out of this awful building, his hands shoving one of the many front doors open to make his way back to his apartment.

His phone buzzes again…

He stops in his tracks. A small sigh before he fishes it out of his back pocket. The screen comes to life as he clicks one of the side buttons.

Five messages from [ Apollo 🩵 ]

It's instant-- the anger washing away as he taps the little bubble and inputs his passcode. What his phone opens up to are the same photos he was just shown: him and Ezreal holding hands, both with goofy little smiles. There's another shot of when they got coffee at that little hole in the wall that Ez swore up and down was the best in town. They… He really enjoyed that outing. Yasuo scrolls down a bit further.

→ [ Apollo 🩵 ] : thy ddnt evn gt my gud side in thse

→ [ Apollo 🩵 ] : [ 1 attachment ]

→ [ Apollo 🩵 ] : LYK LOOK @ U. u look so gud in thse Yas.. i look lyk im choking on air wth! !

…God, he really couldn't be mad with this little shit around. He brings up his keyboard to reply.

OUT → [ Apollo 🩵 ] : who are you kidding i look like a bum in these tf?

OUT → [ Apollo 🩵 ] : i look good my ass.

Three dots appear at the bottom before he can keep typing, Ezreal's response coming faster than he can type.

→ [ Apollo 🩵 ] : ya i do agre ur 🫓 lks gr8 😚

Yasuo scoffs, types as quick as he can before the blond can get in any other words.

OUT → [ Apollo 🩵 ] : stfu ik you do. still down for the movie tonight? my place?

→ [ Apollo 🩵 ] : abs, c u in a fw 💙

He stares at his phone for a while, thoughts going a million miles a minute before the DJ practically sprints down the street towards his apartment. 

--

The days following their little homebody date another set of snapshots of Yasuo walking Ezreal to his car surface online. This time around, in one of the photos, you can very clearly see Yasuo flipping off the camera. The tabloids don't let that overshadow the visible hickey on his neck though--

#drabble; #the warning label you've chosen not to read;; ezsuo #TRUE DAMAGE; #{ i wrote this on the plane bc i just listen to my ezsuo playlist... } #{ this is my propaganda brain worm ship hi everyone } #{ i hope the formatting isnt ASS im on mobile } #{ also. ezreal's typing style straight from R's mouth which killed me while waiting to take off }

[dearcat1]

(Please)

Part 17 of Exercise in Patience

Xanxus got grazed. Though, to be fair, the amount of blood would suggest a bigger wound than the one he actually got. Still, he hadn't expected this level of reaction. Sawada is fluttering around Xanxus, fingers hovering over his shoulder and face scrunched up in worry. The omega huffs and pulls away, grabbing his phone. "We're calling Lussuria."

"It's just a scratch." Xanxus drops the wipe he was using, pulling on a strand of hair and chuffing gently. "I'm fine."

"Don't chuff at me, you're hurt!" Sawada pulls away, showing Xanxus a flash of fang that tells him the omega means business. "Luss will know what to do."

"Alright." Xanxus checks the hour and winces, hoping Lussuria won't be mad about the too-early wake-up call. "Have it your way."

The look Sawada sends him is so supremely unimpressed that Xanxus feels a little insulted. He sighs, grabbing the wipe again and pressing it against the wound. The knife split his skin but that's it, nothing else was damaged. It does bleed a lot. Xanxus had decided to come to the den first, however, since he'd already been late and Sawada doesn't like it when Xanxus isn't back each night. Somehow the alpha hadn't expected the younger Sky to come to check on him as soon as he heard the door open. Now here they are. He can hear Sawada talking to Lussuria in the hallway and Xanxus knows he's not escaping the check-up. Luss has a soft spot for Sawada. By this point, the entire Varia do, to one degree or another.

Lussuria arrives in record time, which might have something to do with how the Sun is still wearing pyjamas and his hair is simply up in a messy bun. "Tsu-darling." He smiles, blinking in surprise when Sawada grabs his sleeve and all but drags him to Xanxus. "Let's see it then."

Xanxus sighs, uncovering the wound and leaving Sawada to hover in the background. He can tell the moment Luss registers how much of a non-issue it is but the Sun still cleans it up and covers it. Neither of them mentions it. Xanxus just stays there and watches Lussuria give Sawada a series of simple instructions, just to help him calm down. The omega sees Luss out the door and comes right back, still hovering. Xanxus hums, stretching his arm out. "Tsunayoshi." It makes the younger Sky freeze. "Come here."

Sawada is incredibly gentle as he slides into Xanxus's hold but he also relaxes a little in his spot. "You're ok?"

"Yeah." Xanxus purrs for him, petting his hair. "Surface wound, alright? More annoying than anything else. I know what I'm doing."

The omega deflates, pressing his nose against Xanxus's neck. "You were late and when you came, you were bleeding."

"Ah." Xanxus rubs his arm gently. "I'm sorry, I should have warned you. It's going to happen sometimes, I'm an assassin."

It earns him a huff but Sawada's fingers are tight on his shirt. "No more missions until you're healed."

"Your manners are awful." Xanxus teases, comfortable in the knowledge that Sawada won't take it to heart.

This time, however, the omega pulls away. The look Xanxus gets is somewhere between humour, calculation and curiosity. It forces his defences up before he can fully register it which Sawada seems to notice because he snuggles closer again, nose back against Xanxus's neck. "No more missions until you are healed. Please, sir."

Xanxus doesn't know whether it's the phrasing or the soft mewl, all he knows is he's nodding before the request has fully registered. "Ok."

Sawada purrs at that, pleased with himself in a way Xanxus can tell spells trouble. Not that he's inclined to stop it.

#fanfiction #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #xanxus #sawada tsunayoshi #a/b/o #an exercise in patience au

[septembersghost]

genuine question and not at all a gotcha or anything, I'm wondering this for myself as well - if/when she splits from the rat, do we go back to normal? is the damage done? I love her and her music so much and don't want to lose that, but I'm hurt right now, so is it hypocritical to want to keep that? to keep posting her? not to sound insane but I don't know what the best choice is here.

there was a post in the sub that touched my heart about how rare it is to see huge groups of women happy and excited together, and i mention it not only because it's sweet, but because i think it's important, and also speaks to why the fandom is upset right now. we love sharing something together and having a community and an escape. we love having something connective and that resonates so deeply for us. and i think we don't want other fans, marginalized women especially, to feel shut out. it's just something to keep in mind about why her music is special to us.

you're asking valid questions for anyone who IS upset, and i don't know the answer. i don't think there is one singular answer, because we're all different and making our own decisions. some people are upset and distancing, some people are upset but still posting content (totally understandable imho because many fans love the community and supporting creators too, and that's a part of the experience. fans make the most beautiful edits/gifs here and it makes me happy to see them, so...do i take that away from myself and those people, and to what end if it doesn't really make a difference? which it doesn't. plus reblogging content isn't monetizing anything. it all comes down to personal choices and comfort levels here), and you know...we're human and nobody's perfect and most of us are trying to have fun in our cozy little online spaces. not posting doesn't necessarily affect anyone but you. is it making you sadder not to? or do you need some time away? any response there is okay.

for the record, i don't expect her to be perfect either! i personally have never demanded political stances from her, as she is a musician and celebrity, she is not an activist. i don't expect any artist (or any human) to be perfect, as i've said before, if i demanded unimpeachable behavior, i couldn't be a fan of anyone ever. no one could. i typically think we should be better at understanding flaws, forgiving mistakes when possible, and lending grace and empathy to people - to each other, to artists, and find the humanity and the good there. there are occasions where that becomes untenable. she is nowhere near that point herself. what fans are struggling with here is a specific disconnect, while the majority of criticism lands on him. it's impossible to say what we'll feel in the future. it's just raw right now.

and yeah, being concerned about this isn't activism. yeah, it's easier to be mad at a singular schmuck than it is to combat systemic oppression or social issues on a wide scale. i don't think anyone voicing an opinion here is confused about that. they're feeling an emotional response to gross actions/commentary, and that's okay to express. it's no substitute for any other action, and i don't want to say anyone is hypocritical in their approach. plenty of fans are voicing their concerns while still participating in the fandom and listening to songs and that's fine. like...at the end of the day, she's an extremely famous pop musician we enjoy who doesn't know we exist. your blog is your own. it's whatever you're comfortable with and makes you happy. whatever you want to do is the right thing, and if anyone judges you for it, that's their problem.

for my part, i'm doing my best and playing this day-by-day, the break i needed is because i'm overly sensitive, and seeing/hearing directly from other people who are hurting breaks my heart, and that took priority. i know what it's like to feel as though something dear to you has been damaged, and how you just yearn to get that comfort back, and it has stirred up some other assorted stuff for me. it doesn't mean i'm leaving. it doesn't change what she's meant to me for fifteen years or the many times she's given me joy and solace in the darkest moments. that's all still true. i know i keep saying this, but the music will always be there and its inherent meaning is unchanged. whatever is happening or might happen doesn't diminish that.

tl;dr you're not a hypocrite for loving something that has been so significant to you for so long and wanting to hold onto it.

#anonymous #letterbox #thrown out speeches #❤ you bestie

[super-unpredictable98]

The Eighth Child (~TUA AU~) - Season 3

Chapter 9: Double Wedding at the End of the World (I)

Warning: Strong language, mention of trauma

(The Eighth Child Masterlist)

gif by: @yenvengerberg

"Mr. Rodo," dad called as soon as we entered the hotel.

"Sir Reginald, welcome back," Chet greeted, completely ignoring us. "It's been quite some time."

"You two know each other?" Klaus asked.

"Of course we do, I own this hotel," Reggie explained. "Please prepare my suite, Mr. Rodo."

"Right away, sir."

"Hey, is everything ready for later? The venue, and the music, the decorations..." I leaned over the counter. 

"Everything according to your fiancé's request, ma'am," Chet nodded and I had to hold back not to give him a hug, I was so excited!

"Wait, Vicky, did you hear the part about dad owning this hotel?" Klaus whispered, somewhat exasperated.

"We don't have time to discuss the finer points or real estate investment just now," Reggie interrupted. "We must strike while the iron is hot!"

"No, dad, we must prepare to get married tonight. Your little girl is leaving the nest so... Maybe we should focus on that."

"And the end of the world will just have to wait, I suppose?" 

"Yes! Yes, the end of the world will just have to wait, because I've been putting my own life off for ages just to save this stupid world, it can let me have this one thing just today! We can discuss your brilliant plan after my honeymoon."

"We've been engaged since 1963, we've been dating for about four years but only ever spent two weeks together, this might be our only chance," Klaus held my hand, standing his ground. "But I promise we can discuss the whole saving the world thing too, just not right now."

Our siblings, Lila, and what was left of the Sparrows were all in our designated meeting room upstairs. I was so glad to share the good news until I noticed all of them holding stupid little jars with stupid little notes attached to them. 

"What is going on?" I tried to keep smiling.

"Vicky! Klaus! Here," Luther offered each one of us a little jar filled with candy as well. "We are getting married today, here's your invitation."

"Invitation? Klaus, why don't have an invitation?" I laughed though my chest was bubbling with anger.

"Of course you have, you're holding it," Sloane pointed at the jar.

"No, you absolute dumbass! I mean an invitation for MY wedding which is also happening today!" I shouted and Ben covered his laughter. "We are getting married!"

"Oh... I'm sorry," Klaus frowned. "I didn't think we would need invitations since it's just family and we're the only people left in the world by the looks of it."

"I've been doing everything for everyone my whole life! Today is for me!" I was pacing around the room, trying not to blow up and smack the shit out of Luther and his little fiancé. "Eu estou noiva há não sei quanto tempo e tenho que dividir meu dia com essa sonsa do caralho? Não! Luther você é o pior irmão que eu já vi na minha vida, puta que pariu, como eu te odeio! (I've been engaged for God knows how long and I have to share my day with this stupid bitch? No! Luther, you are the worst brother I've ever seen in my life, fuck, I hate you so much!)" 

"Hey, there's no need to be mad, we can do this together, we're family," Sloane took my hand.

"You are not my family!" I barked before entering her brain to do some damage, only this time I knew I was doing it and it was completely intentional. 

"Ah! It hurts, oh my God!" she fell to her knees, holding her head and squirming on the floor.

"Vicky stop it!" Luther yelled. 

"You want what she's having?" I turned to him, effectively taking his mind in my grasp as well, twisting his brain like you do when getting the excess water off a soaked towel. 

"We'll go after you! You can get married first, we'll do it after!" Sloane begged while dad took notes, probably documenting my progress. "Please just stop!"

"I am tired of sharing! It's always been share share share with my seven siblings! I don't even get a birthday of my own!" 

"Liebling, who cares if they get married after us?" Klaus kissed my temple gently. "We're the main event today, at least to me you are the main event. What matters is that we're doing it, right? After 30 years."

"Argh!" I let go of Luther and Sloane with a cry. "Sorry, I don't know what's happening to me, I'm just- I'm sorry. Yeah, we can go first and you two will go second. Let's start over, congratulations on the wedding."

"So, nobody's gonna talk about dad being here?" Diego asked. "Are you all hanging out now?"

"We were in a little end of the world family road trip kinda thing," Klaus sighed relieved once I relaxed. "We laughed, we cried, we played in traffic... Got our very well deserved power boost and long story short, I'm immortal now!"

"And Vicky is a professional torturer?" Allison asked. "Can do it even from long distances."

"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry," I looked down embarrassed of my own behavior. "But yeah, I can alter people's memories, watch them, control how their minds react. I can't make anything happen to them in real life like you though. I also return the impact when something hits me. It's not as exciting as saying 'I'm immortal', but I still think it's pretty cool."

"It is," Diego agreed.

"Well, children, gather around-" dad started, but I shook my head.

"No, it's our wedding day, our brother is getting married too. I told you! No saving the world talk right now!"

"And uh... It's a per plate situation, so invitations are limited," Luther took back the little invitation Sloane gave to Reginald.

"Is this how I raised you? To fiddle while Rome burns?" dad asked.

"Yeah! You raised me to thrive in chaos, to make the best out of misery, so now that's what I'm gonna do. Tomorrow we discuss the plans, tonight I'll get drunk and have post-marital sex with my future husband," I insisted.

"Dad, have you been taking your pills?" Sloane asked.

"As a matter of fact, I haven't. And I can confirm that I've never felt better in my life. You thought you could dope me up and slow me down, take control of my affairs and squander my fortune? Klaus here was good enough to wean me off that wretched poison, and now that the fog is lifting I can see all of your dastardly designs with bracing clarity," Reginald rambled.

"You took him off his meds? What were you thinking?" 

"Do not talk to Klaus like that," I warned, in my eyes a threat. I wonder if my warnings would always carry a threat from now on, I really hoped not. "Besides... I helped," I lied to share his load.

"And clearly they are the only ones doing any thinking at all," father continued. "All of you could learn a thing or two from this impressive young man and this remarkable young lady."

"The world really is ending, oh my God," Diego snickered.

"Project Oblivion can wait," I looked at dad, knowing he was about to start another rant about resuming training. 

"Oh, the old Project Oblivion," Five leaned in. "I heard all about it from Pogo. And he confirmed what I always thought about you. You're a sadistic lunatic who plans on gambling our lives in another pointless mission."

"Is this true?" I frowned. Somehow when I tried to enter and find out, his mind was not a black room like the others. I couldn't access his memories or his senses, it was a blank. "What are you doing? How are you hiding from me? Why can't I read you?"

"Do you take the word of a disgruntled chimp over the one of your own father?" 

"Yeah! Pogo and Grace were the ones actually caring for us while you took notes and turned our lives into a living hell!" 

"Nobody wants you here, dad, leave," Luther placed one hand on my shoulder, we finally agreed on something. If he wouldn't let me in, it's because he had something to hide, and if what Five said was true... He was using us. "Like Vicky said, today is for us."

"You don't speak for all of us, big guy," Ben protested.

"Then go! You're not my brother Ben, so fuck off!" I grumbled.

"That's what we've come to? Insurrection?" Reggie asked.

"No no no, that's not the kind of erection we're driving for here. Everybody just needs to be cool, we can do our thing, then we can do his thing... When we're all in the same chakra frequency," Klaus suggested.

"Dad is lying, Klausie, he tried to get our trust so we would let him back in! He's hiding something from us!" I gave him a look and it wasn't complicity that met me in his eyes, it was fear. "Are you- are you scared I'm gonna do something bad to you if you don't agree with me, honey?"  

"I think we're all scared of that," Allison snorted.

"I don't wanna hurt anyone," I murmured, unable to hold back my tears. "You all think I'm a monster? Klaus, do you think less of me now?"

"Of course not, Liebling, I'm not scared of you," he said, but his thoughts were completely contradicting his words. 

"You are! I'm not a monster, I couldn't control it. I did it once intentionally, but I regret it, I wasn't thinking straight, I'm all over the place. I'm really sorry," I turned to the others, and Sloane nodded, taking my hand. 

I guess I knew now more than anyone what Viktor felt ever since the moon incident. He never wanted to end the world, it was something bigger than him, something he couldn't control and it ended up hurting the people he cared about.

"We understand. I'm not scared of you at all, right guys?" Viktor nudged Diego's arm and he agreed. "New powers are scary, it's hard to deal with them, especially when you're already so emotional over the wedding."

"Maybe I should go, I still have to make the cake," I wiped my tears with my wrists. 

"Wait, would you like to get ready together? Kinda like a little bachelorette party?" Sloane asked and her being nice to me after what I did to her stung even more, it only highlighted how truly shitty I've been.

"Yeah, sure," I nodded. "I'll meet you in your room."

"Dad, why don't we go have a nice cup of tea? I still have to talk to Five about being my best man, but I think we need to talk first."

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I hesitantly walked down the hall to Diego's room, Lila was there by the open door and I froze when I heard:

"I'm not going to that wedding."

"Dieguito?" I called. "I... Was gonna ask you to give me away."

"See, you knobhead? Your sister wants you to give her away to your brother! Like hell you're not going!" Lila exclaimed.

"It's the end of the world, there's gotta be somebody's ass we can kick! I gotta save it, we have a kid to take care of!" Diego was clearly moved by my request, but he didn't wanna budge, it wouldn't be him if he budged on the first try.

"Speaking of him, where's Stan?" I asked.

"He's been Kugelblitzed, I guess that's why he is so passionate about saving the world now, no other reason," Lila immediately added, and honestly I didn't feel like investigating further. That had been enough mind reading for one day. "Anyway, not all fights are worth fighting for, odds are we don't survive this one."

"Stan..." I cried in disbelief. "Well, I'm gonna leave you two alone, but. I really need you to come at least for the ceremony. I wanted you to give me away and I want you as my maid of honor."

"Maid of honor?" Diego grimaced.

"Yeah, I love you, D! It would be really special to me."

"He's going," Lila accepted on his behalf. "Just give me ten minutes and I can convince him."

"Thank you so much! I still have to get the cake ready and make sure they have a vegetarian option for dinner, I have to talk to Five..."

I quickly entered Klaus (no pun intended) for a second to see where he was and, not surprisingly, he was still trying to teach dad how to be a decent human being at the White Buffalo suite.

"There is such a thing as catching more flies with honey," Klaus was saying when I came in. "Vicky, come here. You know how little boys will pull little girls' pigtails to get their attention at the park because they like them?"

"Uh... Weird conversation. But yeah," I laughed.

"Did I ever pull your hair?"

"Not without me asking first."

"And do you love me?"

"Desperately."

"My point exactly! Berating them won't make them like you any more or listen to what you have to say," Klaus concluded, pouring himself a drink. "I want you to say something nice to me. I can go first. Dad, I love that necktie pin waistcoat combo. Vicky, you've been eating better the last few days? You don't look so pale anymore. Now you, babe."

"I love that your hair is curly again, your hair is like the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and I just wanna run my fingers through it all day long," I smiled and we both turned our attention to dad who had to think for a few seconds.

"You have a well proportioned forehead. Which tells me you're considerate, yet easily excitable."

"It's the eyebrows," I added. "Those thick expressive eyebrows balance his face so well."

"Thanks," Klaus tried to see the bright side of that weird compliment. "That's great, could use some work, but it's a great start. The point is, they don't know you like we know you, they just need a little time to warm up to this version of you."

"Unfortunately time is something of which we have very little," dad lamented. 

"Good thing we have the wedding tonight then."

"We do? Why? No one wants me there, not even Victoria wants me there."

"I never said that," I mumbled. "I just don't know why you kept blanking your head so I couldn't see it, what do you have to hide?"

"An old man has no right to privacy in his own thoughts? Would you like me reading all your filthy thoughts?" 

"I guess not... I'd like you to come to our wedding. Maybe we can dance together," truth was, I had been thinking about that ever since we first visited him. I chose an acoustic version of the song Sunrise Sunset from Fiddler on the Roof, I always wanted a father-daughter dance for my big day.

"See? They want you to earn being there," Klaus explained. "Be a dad, not a boss. Trust me, showing support for us and Luther is gonna go a long way." 

"By the way, I came here to ask who's gonna be your best man?" I took his hand, admiring the engagement band he got from the lost and found. 

"Five, I just gotta ask him."

"Good, can you also ask him to be our officiant? I'm really busy with the food and I still have the bachelorette thing with Sloane..."

"Yeah, of course, I'll talk to him during the bachelor party. We're having karaoke," he kissed me softly. "Have fun and be nice to her." 

"I'll do my best."

"Those are daddy's orders!" he teased as I left.

"Those are what?" Reggie asked, but quickly decided he didn't want to know.

And daddy's orders I followed. Luther ended up helping me with the cake (mostly by eating the leftover batter from my mixing bowl, but still). Since it was just for us, I made a simple chocolate cake with a chocolate filling and fluffy chantilly on top, it looked like a dream.

By the time I was done, it was past three and I headed to Sloane's suite so we could do whatever she had planned. I would've invited Lila as well, but I didn't think she'd be in the mood after her child was absorbed by a series of black holes destroying the world. 

"Hey, I'm so glad you came," Sloane opened the door and pulled me inside. She had a bucket of popcorn ready as well as a pile of movies for us to watch. On her bed, two matching silk robes and a nail kit.

"Where did you find all that?" I asked.

"The lost and found, they have everything over there..." I still didn't understand how the lost and found seemed to have seemingly brand new stuff and exactly when we needed it, but I accepted the explanation.

"Cool, so we're gonna watch chick flicks and do each other's nails?"

"Yeah! I thought it would be fun. Didn't you and your sisters ever do that?" 

"Um... No, Allison was always hanging out with Luther, so I mostly used to do that with Klaus. Although my nails would never be perfect for long, I always ended up ruining them during the missions."

Maybe she wasn't so bad after all, and if she made Luther happy and didn't hold the whole Jayme juice incident or the mental torture against me, I was willing to at least try and get along with her. She did go through the trouble to set everything up and seemed genuinely happy to be there with me.

"So you and Klaus have always been close?" she asked after a while. I can't imagine Luther said many good things about us. 

"You can say so, he is probably the only person who really understands me, I can't live without him."

"That is so sweet. Of course it's a little weird, but finding someone like that is hard."

"Weird? Weird because we grew up together?"

"I mean, I couldn't see myself marrying Ben or Christopher..."

"That's because Ben is an asshole and Christopher is a floating cube. I don't see myself marrying my other siblings either, what I have with Klaus is totally different. I called him brother because that's what my dad told me to do, but I've never seen him that way." 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," Sloane paused the movie to look at me. I could tell she was still scared of me and I hated it. "I know why you don't like me. Luther told me you don't like it when things are different from when you were kids and I understand. But I think you're amazing and brave. You're powerful, beautiful, intelligent, and funny too. I'm sorry if I ruined your wedding day."

"What are you saying? You don't have to flatter me just because you're scared. I'm not gonna hurt you even if we disagree on something."

"I'm not scared."

"I can hear what you think. If you only invited me here to get on my good side, you didn't have to."

"No! That's not it, I swear! I'm just sorry about the invitations, you deserve your own invitations and your own day. I just really hope we can get past this one day and you can see me as part of the family, maybe we can even be friends."

"Look, I don't dislike you, at least not anymore. But it hurts my feelings that you think I'm a bad person, I know you do, you still think I'm horrible because of what happened to Jayme's body."

"You cut open my sister to steal her saliva, that is not really the best way to start a friendship."

"I'm sorry for what I did, but this is my third apocalypse. I had to spend three years away from the man I love because of this mess that is in no way shape or form my fault, I was tortured for two days and stranded in Vietnam for almost a year without him, having to strip so I had a place to sleep. I have been mind-fucked and abused my entire childhood, I left behind the only person who ever made me happy because of a stupid job, I lost my brother who ran away from home and never came back, and I watched my other brother die a violent death. I watched my fiancé waste his life away with drugs and alcohol while I couldn't do anything to help. All the friends I managed to make along the way, I had to either leave behind or know that they died because of me! Sorry it's been about ten years since I felt as happy as I did when Jayme used her power on me, I just wanted to feel that again."

"I didn't..."

"You didn't know, yeah I bet. I'm not a bad person," I tried to hold back my tears. "I am the best person that I can be given the circumstances. And I'm sorry I hurt you, that won't ever happen again unless you hurt someone in my family first. I think I should go."

"No, please stay, I promise I won't bring any of that up again."

"I don't need your pity either. I'll see you at the wedding, I'm not mad at you," I picked up my keys and left, struggling to tune out her thoughts. "Welcome to the family."

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Regarding Riddler's morals, the movie and my interpretation: the post

(Under read more cause this is a big boy)

I (and I think this is a more or less common take, as far as the people I have talked about) don't personally like much the flood plot in the end of the movie. I get why it's done, and what it's supposed to symbolize - and it's not like I can think of a better way to end the movie with the intended messages without making it bigger.

I debated on whether or not I would consider it canon on this blog. I'm leaning on accepting it, just because I don't want to mess up with how that would affect other characters, and It's honestly easier to just stick to canon. I'm used to my muses suffering the "poor canon narrative choices" syndrome, and I can deal with that lol. But not without giving it my two cents.

The reason I don't like that arc of the movie is because... It doesn't fit very well into Riddler's narrative. He had specific targets. Even Batman tells Gordon he "wouldn't have to worry, he's innocent". If that's true and in all the movie, we're supposed to see the gray morality of the characters, Riddler making such a harsh decision to just eliminate the whole city, very unsatisfying and pointless (to his goals).

Sure, he could have changed his mind, after talking with his followers and getting egged on by their anger. It would be actually very interesting to see how that relationship would play, if the community he created actually impacted on him and his plan, other than the help they provided. But, well. It's not shown in the movie. And I get it, the movie is long AF, and we're not supposed to ever think the villain somehow had a point in all of this.

There's also the thing where I know that Riddler was written so he could be interpreted as real life in.ce.l shooters and white supr.emacis.m, but they kind of lost it when they gave him an actual target that wasn't just, you know, random anger redirected at people who did nothing at all. The ending was basically the scene where they go with the concept in the right way, and while I can understand it, it's basically a reading you can do outside of the movie. ON THE MOVIE ITSELF, you can have a different interpretation of how things went. And my opinion comes from a non usa point of view, which should be clear because. It does make a difference.

WITH ALL THAT BEING SAID - I'm not here to discuss the movie or how it was written, or what you should get from all this (you're free to interpret it in your own way).

What matters to this blog is:

Riddler is a killer and dangerous, but he has a method for his madness which are:

Killing people who had done wrong to others (corruption mostly, but abusers and other sorts of criminals may be counted, but basically everyone who makes the life of others miserable)

People who tried to harm him first or personally wronged him (hi, batman/bruce)

Collateral damage to his schemes. Because. He is canonically very bad at keeping in mind what are the consequences of his actions.

Other than that, I won't ever write him as making a plan to harm locals or even lower pieces in the great scheme of things. He doesn't... Want to get rid of the city. Or control it. Any insinuation of that, unless properly plotted out or referring to a specific comic arc (which I won't use Dano!Riddler for on most of them, anyway), will be considered metagaming. I won't block you for that, but you will be warned to not do it again.

Unburied Verse has the same morals, but he's less of a direct murder. Just mostly as collateral damage to his traps.

#the tw is I discuss themes present in the movie and corelate to real life #█ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴍ ɪ? (headcanons) #i hope this is understandable #and. no one hunts me for having opinions. im so scared of this fandom its funny