#hell even if youre hateful towards 'straight' people fuck off

[pk-anxietychild]

I'm not familiar with Heartstopper, but I'm reading the trending posts and what's been going on. It's heartbreaking hearing when stuff like that happens. There is nothing more frustrating than when people in your own community betray and attack you

I am grateful for those people defending the actor. It gives me hope. Just, no one deserves to be forced to do anything. No one owes anyone anything

#pk anxietychild rambles #hell even if youre hateful towards 'straight' people fuck off #youre not woke #you're secretly aphobic biphobic transphobic etc #stop trying to prove that youre gayer than someone else #we are all valid

[marklikely]

i literally just watched an 80 minute movie that i decided was unwatchable at around 12 minutes in but i said well ill stick it out because its a found footage horror so the main character is going to die and i need to see it. and then she survived the whole movie and didnt even die.

#hell on earth i literally hate movies more than anything . #avpost #movie diary #it was dashcam 2021/2022 btw. #HOW ARE YOU GONNA MAKE A FOUND FOOTAGE MOVIE AND NOT KILL THE MAIN CHARACTER. #even more so WHEN THE CHARACTER IS THIS AWFUL AND ANNOYING AND UNLIKEABLE fucking. #intentional hatred toward your audience. troll tactics. #and then to bitch on twitter about people not liking the movie. the movie you designed to annoy people. #you might be like avery why did you even watch this the summary looks bad but I DIDNT KNOW OK. #i was going based off the hulu summary which is literally just 'two friends in a car livestream their horrifying night' #i was not prepared for like. the covid shit the qanon shit the maga main character (but its ok its satirical) #(the satire is just uncritically spewing standard right wing nonsense but in an annoying voice for 80 straight minutes. ) #(the right wing shit doesnt even really get refuted or argued against or anything)

[cherry-cola-on-ice]

Can you write a story that has Thomas Hewitt getting jealous at a guy flirting with his S/O please love your work🙏🙏🙏🙏

Jealousy Jealousy

It shouldn't bug him so much. Especially after all this time.

It wasn't your fault after all. Anyone with eyes could see how beautiful you were. Everything about you was crafted by some higher being, sculpted from the stars and the skies. And you were so sweet, so kind. You brought a smile to even Uncle Monty's face.

And most of all, he knew you loved him. He repeatedly told himself, saying it over and over again in his head like his own personal mantra. As long as you loved him, he didn't need anything else.

Thomas's eyebrows furrowed as you laughed at the joke. He couldn't tell you jokes. But this stranger could. This handsome, younger man with perfect teeth and perfect hair. He looked like one of those men on the front of the harlequin novels Hoyt steals out of suitcases.

You laughed again, head thrown back. God, you were perfect. Too perfect for him. This stranger was the type of man you deserved.

From the back room of the gas station, Thomas shifted his weight nervously. He knew he should have left you at the house. It was a bad idea, just like Hoyt said. You brought to much attention to yourself. Unknowingly and unwittingly, of course. Never your intention.

But you had a magnetic power around you, drawing people in.

Your soft eyes were what made him fall in love with you. When his family first found you, hiding out in their barn, crying your eyes out, he felt a pang in his heart that was new to him. You looked scared and you were alone. Everyone else had left you, all meeting their ends by his chainsaw.

He asked you why you didn't struggle and you always shrugged "I guess they were never really my friends to begin with. They tried to leave me for dead. "

And he didn't question it at first. After all, it all brought you to him. You were his now.

But-

You should hate him. You should fight him. You shouldn't be able to stand the sight of him. You were better off with this man, this stranger who could give you the life you deserved. The overwhelming feeling of despair hit him like a shot to the stomach.

But then you turned to him. And smiled. That sweet smile, the one that lit up a room and light up his life. And it was directed at him. It was his smile.

And for a moment, all was right in the world. You chose him.

But then-

"So, I gotta wonder... What's a sweet thing like you doing in a shit hole like this?"

From afar, Thomas could see you bristle, your demeanor change from jovial to defense "What's that supposed to mean? There's nothing wrong with here."

The stranger laughed "Yeah, it's cute in tetanus shot kinda way. But nowhere such a hot piece of ass such as you should be. "

Thomas ought to punt this creep straight into a grinder. His fist balled up and he began stalking towards him-

Except you beat him to the punch. Quite literally.

The stranger fell to the floor, holding his bloody nose. Whimpering. Thomas was surprised, he didn't think this guy would go down that easily. The man wasn't as tall as him, but he was still a sizable man. And you floored him.

Looking back to you, he watched as you shook your hand out, cursing under your breath "Fucking hell, dude! Your face made out of concrete?!?"

"YOU BROKE MY NOSE, YOU BITCH!"

"Yeah, and I'll do it again if you don't get your ass outta here!"

The man, holding his bleeding nose, lifted himself off the ground, shooting daggers at you. Instinctively, Thomas placed his body between the two of you, glaring back at him.

The stranger, though looking absolutely terrified, feigned confidence and scoffed as he walked by. You grabbed Thomas's arm, shouting as the stranger left the store "Yeah! Get out here, you-"

Thomas spun you around, grabbing your face in his hands. He looked you over, looking for any signs of harms. You scrunched your nose "I'm fine, Thomas!"

Thomas huffed, pulling you close to him. You laughed in his arms, standing up on your tip toes to press a kiss to his mask. Thomas looked down at you, taking in the lovestruck look in your eyes.

Yeah, he had nothing to worry about.

#slasher x reader #slashers x reader #thomas hewitt headcanon #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt x y/n #the texas chainsaw massacre #tcm the beginning #slasher headcanons

[dumplingsjinson]

List of angsty dialogue options which pertains to stupid feelings prompts

“You need to get the fuck out of my head and into my arms right now because I can’t keep thinking about you like this while not being able to hold you; it’s driving me up the walls. You’re driving me up the walls, and the worst part is, you’re not doing shit that should make you drive me up the walls in the first place. You exist, and suddenly I can’t act right or think straight. It’s fucked.” 

“I wish I could hate you, but my wishes never come true.” 

“I’m so deftly terrified of falling in love. Because what if I end up with a broken heart? That thought itself is just so scary to me. I want to, but I can’t get over that fear.” “Then how about you let me be that first step you take into falling in love? I can help you get over that fear, if you’d let me.” 

“I never thought myself capable of feeling things like this, but then you come along, throw a middle finger right in my face, flip my world upside down, and have proven me so very wrong on that.” 

“I don’t like feeling whatever the hell this is.” 

“I could be doing the most interesting shit, and somehow the thought of you will pop up in my mind, uncalled for, and then I end up thinking about you for the rest of the day.”

“I can’t tell if I’m lonely, or if I’m in love. Shit’s a little confusing.”

“Denial can only act as a temporary shield for your feelings. You know that, [name].” “Yeah, but that’s not going to stop me from denying. It’s the only thing I can cling onto for my own sanity, so please don’t take that away from me too.” 

“I see your name pop up on my screen and suddenly I have this huge, stupid smile on my face, and that’s the moment I know I’m more than just screwed.”

“Falling in love feels like a unique type of vulnerable, and I don’t— I don’t want to feel that way.” 

“I’m hung over on something that might never come to fruition.” 

“I’m tired of dancing around with you like this. What exactly are we?” 

“Thinking about you makes me feel so, so, so pathetic, because I can’t have you. I hate it. I hate feeling like this. Why are you making me feel like this?” 

“It’s funny, because I’m missing something that was never meant to be in the first place.”

“Wondering if I like you or if I’m just bored is a pretty shitty dilemma to have.” “You know, maybe I can help you sort that dilemma out.” 

“I think I miss what we could have been rather than what we were.”

“I can be with someone so much better than you, but all I can think about is you, even when I’m with that better someone.”

“People say they fall in love like they fall asleep — slowly, then all at once. But the way I fell for you can only be described as that feeling when you’re drifting off to sleep, only to feel like you’re falling, oh-so-suddenly. So suddenly that it ends up startling you awake; heart racing in your chest because it feels like you fell off the precipice of a cliff. It’s quick and sudden, and there’s no slowness to it. It’s a crash and burn type of love that I feel.”

“I still fell even though I knew it wasn’t going to end well. I knew, yet I still ran head-first into it. What is wrong with me?” 

“I didn’t see you through rose-tinted glasses. I saw the flaws, the red flags, the blemishes you couldn’t hide from me, yet I still ignored them because I thought maybe I could somehow make you a better person despite everything. That’s on me.” 

“You’re always on my mind, yet I feel like I’m not on yours — not even for a second.”

“I didn’t sign up to feeling like this.”

“Can you please give me space so I can get over you?” “…But I don’t want you getting over me.” “You don’t want me getting over you but you’ll never feel the same way I feel towards you! That’s so fucking cruel, knowing you have this hold over me, and despite it all, wanting to keep that hold over me.” 

“I have feelings for you that won’t fuck off, and it’s pissing me the hell off.” 

“I don’t mean to you as much as you mean to me, and it’s fine. I’ve accepted that as my reality.” “Based on what evidence do you think you don’t mean as much to me as I mean to you?” 

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t let go of something which has proven to be hopeless time and time again.” “…Am I not good enough of a reason to not let go?” 

“I’ve given you so many pieces of me, [name]. And I’m spent. You’ve taken everything I could give — even the most important part of me. I’ve given it all to you. I’m fucking empty, because of you. So please, if this is the last thing I ask of you — don’t ask me for more, because I simply have nothing left to give.” 

“You’re everything I could ask for, but simultaneously, everything I couldn’t have.” 

“I could love you for a lifetime, and it wouldn’t mean anything to you.”

“So I have these… Feelings for you. And they have me all fucked up. They keep me up at night, with the what ifs and maybes; with an excitement I don’t think I’ve ever felt before running through my veins, like a fucking drug. They have me acting like someone I’m so unfamiliar with, to the point where it scares me. All I can think about is you, you, you, because you occupy every single space of my mind. It’s like I’m soaring, but then I think about the inevitable: what if all of this comes crashing down one day? That’s gonna fucking suck, so much. Which is why I didn’t want to feel these things, but you made it so hard not to. And now I can’t stop.” 

#dialogue prompts #random dialogue prompts #otp prompts #angst prompts #prompts #angsty romance prompts #romance prompts #a few of these are my thoughts disguised as prompts but i’ll never say which #what can i say i’m a dramatic bitchass #i’m going through it and now i’m trying to sort my feelings out lol leave me alONEEE #angsty dialogue prompts #angst dialogue prompts #there's like a fragment of my soul in this please be nice lkfnewnf

[music-viber]

Summary: You and your ex best friend reconnect at a secret Demi-god party literally.

Summer ended months ago and so did you friendship with your best friend Clarisse.

Warning: sexting,bullying,underage drinking,kissing,jealousy,toxic.

Friends to enemies

“Now we’re up against

The wall and she’s

calling me baby”

You were at school and you could’ve sworn it was the hottest day of the season

Odessa got a notification on her phone ( you’ve been invited to camp half blood celebration)

You had one thought “Those people will call anything a celebration” You raised your eyebrow as you read more into it. You did wanna catch up with your friends to gossip and talk shit after not seeing them for so long. But you didn’t wanna see…her

Last summer

Clarisse had been acting fidgety the whole morning

She only spoke to you once but it seemed like she was being distant the whole week. She’s been on her phone constantly sending selfies to whoever being all secretive. I walked in on her sending someone a picture of her in a bra that I gifted her because it suits her better. She brushed off the topic just saying she was sexting a guy from her school and that I should drop the whole thing.

Weirdo.

You guys were at breakfast when she suddenly checked her watch looking straight at you looking guilty. “I’m gonna be right back, the food is passing right through me.” She said looking at our friend group.

“Do you want me to come wait with you?” I offered

“No, I’m fine go back to eating or something fatty.”

She always made jokes with the girl but this one seemed more personal because she didn’t laugh as she usually did after. I put my breadstick down and stared at her in disbelief as she walked away and out of the dining hall. “I wonder Who’s up her ass today,” I say but it’s inaudible to others. I moved my food away from me and sat there looking at my other friends. I’m fucking hungry and she ruined it.

Then I decided I’d had enough of her odd behavior and I was gonna tell her to fuck off. I looked over at my distracted friends who were watching some new boy named Percy, “Guys I’m gonna go catch up with Clarisse.” One of them spoke “Yeah sounds good” They were just distracted by him so I left.

Odessa walked out of I dining hall and looked around for Clarisse as she saw Clarisse about to enter the wooded area looking to see if anyone saw her Odessa hit behind a cabin. “Where is she going?”

Clarisse entered the woods looking sketchy as hell

I followed behind her closely as she looked paranoid she walked for 5 minutes and then suddenly stopped in an empty area I hid behind a bolder as she just stood there looking at her watch. I quickly got tired of being hidden so I wanted to just get up and talk to her but that’s when a familiar boy walks towards her. “That’s my fucking ex,” I whispered under my breath. Clarisse smiled at the boy “Took you long enough.” She walked towards him. Odessa wanted to scoff at this interaction but remained quiet. There was no way in hell her best friend would’ve snuck off to see her ex behind her back

They had been best friends since they were kids there’s no way in hell that Clarisse would do anything to disobey her friend's trust like that.

Then she watched as their lips connected.

“Oh” she whispered under her breath.

My Clarisse with Luke castellan . I hated them both.

Things escalated quickly when their camp shirts were thrown across the ground. If felt wrong to stay even if it was an act she felt was against her. Clarisse had her legs wrapped around Luke’s torso as they made out

“Tell me I’m better than her” Clarisse had told the boy to say. Luke smiles “You better than Odessa,” he says breathlessly

Odessa had had enough and snuck out of her spot and carefully walked towards their shirts taking them and crawling away from the area heading back towards the camp. The girl had thrown their shirts in the ocean, watching as they floated away.

She couldn’t believe what she just saw. She wasn’t shocked just disappointed in her best friend. Out of all the guys at camp, why did it have to be her ex-boyfriend and her Clarisse? “Fuck this feeling.”

She wiped her tears and fixed her face to go into act two Playing dumb. She walked back into the dining hall and towards their friend group. She put on a fake worried look. “Guys I think something happened with Clarisse she isn’t back yet, I went to go look for her but I can’t find her. I said fake panicked. My performance got the attention of the group. The friend group told everyone to go around camp and look for Clarisse. They listened. It was a lost camper after all just sat outside near the campfire while people comforted me as I put on my pretended to be in distress. They said things like like. “Don’t worry we will find her” “I bet she’s gonna turn up” or “We know how much she means to you” She doesn’t mean jack shit anymore, all those years of friendship are over.

I turned to look over at a stressed topless Clarisse coming out of the woods others stopped their search. others ran over as she covered her chest with her arms “Clarisse what happened are you okay?” I hear them say. “I just stood there in front of her quietly. I have nothing to say to her.

She finally spoke after 10 questions “I’m fine does anyone have an extra shirt?” Our friends run into a cabin and get her one. “Did you enjoy it?” I whispered to her while people were distracted. “What?” She said a bit worried as if I knew something. Our friends came back to hand her a shirt. She put it on Luke came out of the woods. That’s when people whispered and stepped back.

Luke then spoke “she got lost I was helping her?” He states “bullshit.” I say at pointing at him people then put two and two together “oh did you guys just…” another councilor asks. “That’s like kinda evil.��� Another person states. I looked the girl dead in her face “You are dead to me.” I stormed away into the Aphrodite cabin. I didn’t talk to her for the remainder of camp.

Our friend group forgave her after a while because they felt bad, but then again it wasn't their exes she hooked up with so I didn't blame them

Months later and a new summer is about to start I texted my friends that I was going to the party

I needed to get out more anyway I don’t care if Clarisse la rue had been there she wouldn’t be the reason I chose to stay inside for the rest of my life because she was a backstabbing two-faced-

Odessa walked through the doors for the party the first thing that was seen was two guys sword-fighting for a bag of Sour Patch Kids. The girl rolled her eyes and went to find her friends. She saw people looking at her from the corner of her eyes she was stunning and she knew it too. Her too was a cropped black top that almost looked like a bra with some dark blue low-rise jeans showing off her hips perfectly with some fuzzy black boots matching her top. Her hair was done into a bun with a side swoop with curly pieces falling in front of her face

She don’t bring a bag because 1. Things get stolen

2. She only needed her phone with was in her pocket.

Her lip combo was pink with red lip liner and some cute lashes/mascara she smelled amazing from using her strawberry body oil from TikTok shop.😏

She looked hot like always all she was missing was her friend group *she found them doing shots in the kitchen one by one in a contest she looked down the line of people laughing at how silly they looked

Then her eyes met hers for the first time in months

The curly-haired girl was also watching their friends from across the counter but now her eyes were on you. Looking into your soul as if she knew what was behind it. You returned the favor staring straight at her. She started to look at what you were wearing her eyebrows knitted at your shirt as she walked towards you “What the hell are you wearing” she laughed. You gave her a bitchy look “I took inspiration from you” Odessa said smiling in her face. Clarisse was confused but then remembered the day they stopped being friends. Clarisse scoffed “I think I wore that bra a bit better than you huh?” Clarisse said referring to the time you gifted her a bra set that she wore for your ex. That’s when Luke came up behind her handing her a drink. You weren’t jealous you could never be jealous… as if could ever be… Jealous. Odessa scrunched her nose. “How cute, I’m gonna go barf now” she indicated as she pretended to put her finger down her throat walking off as she made eye contact with The other woman who was just in front of her face

Hours into the party everyone was either buzzed or drunk people ate like there was no tomorrow. Odessa’s friends handed her a vape but she declined knowing it would lead to her being hungry. She didn’t want to eat too much knowing her stomach was out in the open. She started to worry about her weight after Clarisse had made comments when they were friends. She then took out her phone and opened a notification from a random Snapchat user she added earlier. Spiteful_goddess. She opened the snap from them which read “Meet me in the bathroom” showing a picture of a bathroom from the second floor. Her friend Annabeth looked over at her phone “That could either be a serial killer or a hot hookup waiting to happen.” You looked at her confused “Is there no in-between?” You ask “No.” She said leaning back as she ate a slice of pizza. “Well, I trust you to tell my story? Of how I lived a good life and all that” you tell her walking away to find whoever sent you the text

You heard a group of guys whistle when you walked up the stairs and ignored them all guys are pigs

You asked the person to send another snap of the bathroom because there were about 3 upstairs you spot one of your friends making out with her boyfriend and going into one of the bathrooms.

“Not that one.” You got a notification on your phone looking as you saw the bathroom was connected to a bedroom you walked into the only one open and looked for the bathroom. She then opened to door slowly half expecting to get stabbed. She looked around the dark bathroom confused

She turned on the light to find a gorgeous girl sitting on the countertop of the sink. A voice spoke to her “Hey bestie”

You weren’t surprised only someone obsessed with you would make a whole new Snapchat account and make you chase them around a house of drunk horny teenagers. She hopped off the counter and shut the door behind you to keep you from running off. You stare at her blankly. “Clarisse did you wanna check up on me and see if I had another ex you can steal or?”

I asked her sassily. She rolled her eyes “Listen I get it what I did was shitty but you don’t get it Odessa.” She said as if she had the right. Now she was making me mad “ I don’t get what? you backstabbing me? Because you’re fucking right I don’t get it!” I yelled in her face “People use to compare us 24/7 I got tired of it it was always, Odessa is better than Clarisse at this or even Odessa has a better this and all that bullshit” she yelled back “So yeah maybe I hooked up with your ex just to see if I was better than you in some ways than others, so forgive me for trying something new” she continued.

I gave her the most unapologetically pleasing face “ You can try new anywhere with anyone and chose fucking Luke? Why? What did I ever do to make you hate me?” Tears threatened to leave the girls eyes as she yelled at Clarisse again. “He always praised you like you were his most prized possession. “I wanted something like that.” Clarisse said softly. “Something like what?” You asked her she looked you straight in your face “Something like you… a prized possession” At this point she backed you into the wall her hand on your hip and the other reaching towards your phone. “What are you doing?” Odessa asked the girl. Clarisse grabbed your phone and set it on the counter looking back at you. She wiped your tears and kept her hands on your face “I know you saw us in the woods the day.” She stared into her eyes “I’m not mad about the shirt thing either. And I’m sorry for what I did to you… to us and our friendship.”

“I just don’t know how to handle my feelings towards you and I come up with dumb shitty ideas that are not right in any way whatsoever,” she says

You look at her in shock “Did Clarisse la rue just apologize to someone?” You ask. She looked at you seriously “She did.” She looked at her eyes “Are you drunk?” You ask in a hushed tone. Clarisse looked at your lips then your eyes “No.” Her hands brush your hair out of your face as she leans in to kiss you. It was a passionate kiss she held you like she never wanted to let go and this would be the last time ever she would have to touch you again. She wanted to make it last. She moves her leg towards the girl's heat, not breaking the kiss. Odessa gasped allowing access for Clarisse to slip her tongue in •

She felt intoxicated by the kiss moving her hands to rummage through the other girl's hair and pulling it Clarisse let out a breathy moan Clarisse pressed her leg harder against the girl's heat as she did this Odessa let out a quiet moan As they kissed and fought for dominance. Odessa opened the bathroom door leading them into the bedroom the fell onto the bed breaking the kiss Odessa was straddling Clarisse looking down at her

As they reconnect lips the door bursts open a random guy enters “PARTYS BEING RAIDED” he yelled as he ran out of the room. Both girls looked at each other confused as they looked in the hallway of people running wild trying to either hide or get out of the house. I grabbed Clarisse's hand “We should leave.” They Ran out of the room and through the back door pushing through drunk teens yelling that the police were outside they laughed as they made it out and a block down, Still holding hands.

“That was a shit show” Clarisse says

“You’re my shit show” Odessa replies

#black stories #fanfic #imagines #scenarios #writing #percy series #percy jackon and the olympians #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader #clarisse pjo #clarisse x female reader #fiction #female x female #Spotify #SoundCloud #toxic relationship #toxic people #tw gaslighting #tw disordered eating #best friends #enimes to lovers

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

Man, this pisses me off so bad. If you're a woman who relates more to males than other women, it's because you've decided to focus more on how you're different from other women rather than how you're like them. You will literally never have more in common with males, and males do not feel the same way about you. These cute little posts that you write about how you love males more than your fellow women? They do not write the same thing about you. They hate and mock you constantly. Anyone remember "Cis women need to shut up"

"As a cis woman, I agree"

"You need to shut up, specifically"

?

Yea, that's how they feel about you and your solidarity.

The difference between lesbians and trans women in female spaces is the fact that lesbians do not have high rates of violence. There is no group of women that outclass men in terms of violent tendencies. Trans women retain the rates of male violence that regular men do. I'm not saying you have to treat trans women like they're all violent beasts, but if you can't see why female people would be uncomfortable with male people in their spaces, you're either naive or genuinely unsympathetic towards the very real fear that women have of being subjected to male violence. You can't say trans women and lesbians are similar because, unlike males, there is no statistical evidence that lesbians are highly likely to take advantage of a woman. If it turned out that 98% of rapes were committed by lesbians, I would 1000% understand why straight women don't fucking want to be around me. Have some fucking empathy, holy fucking shit. Even if you are completely on board with trans women being in female spaces, at LEAST acknowledge that it makes sense for women to be concerned about who is allowed in their spaces. It's crazy how I could tell someone I have a fear of dogs because one bit me when I was a kid, and they'd put their sweet pooch up, but God forbid a woman be cautious around a demographic who commit 90% of all violent crime. Oh no. That woman is suddenly a terf bitch.

I have nothing in common with trans women. I don't care how much pain they have experienced. We are not the same. When I was twelve, I cried and I cried as I put my palms together to pray to a God I hoped would be able to take away my homosexuality. I didn't even grow up in a particularly homophobic family. Both of my parents were accepting of me, but I still sat in the dark of my room, tears streaming down my face, as I prayed to have my sexuality changed.

Two years later, one of my friends made a joke about me dressing to impress my crush. She said my crushes name---a feminine name. A girl sitting in earshot heard her, turned to me, and asked me with disgust if I was gay. I said no without even thinking about it. It absolutely did not help that we were in a locker room with other girls. I was aware of my sexuality by that point, but I was 14 and unable to hold my own against a girl looking at me like THAT. For a few weeks after that, that girl made comments about how she was "watching me".

I know pain, I know discomfort, I know what it's like to feel predatory. Seeing feminine women, especially if they're white, makes me feel like an alien. I look at them and think "how are we so different? I see none of myself in you."

Sometimes I'm right. Sometimes we're not similar at all. But guess what? That doesn't mean I'm similar to a straight male. Fucking hell, sometimes I'm not similar to other lesbians. That's completely normal. I think OP needs to read better work by cishet women. If you think that there is not a single piece of cishet female writing that can move you more than something written by a male, you're not looking in the right places at all. I don't understand why some LB women seem to think that the very act of someone being a straight woman makes them incapable of relatability. Of course it makes sense for you to be cautious. Lesbians deal with a lot of alienation and predatory feelings, but if the very ACT of a woman being cis and straight makes you feel like she has absolutely nothing in common with you...? The issue lies with you. YOU are the one othering THEM. Not the other way around. You're the one who has decided that a few cis straight women othering you means that they ALL will so you'd better beat them to the punch. You're the one who has decided that your relationship to womanhood is so astronomically different from straight women that nothing they say speaks to you. That's INSANE. Do you realize how much you have to alienate yourself from womanhood to feel more relatability with a male person than a female one? Idk how to tell you this, but it is highly probable that the most cis, most het woman you have ever met has had a period. It's highly likely she's been harassed by a man. It's highly likely she's been made to feel inferior by way of being born female. No, they can't relate to the experience of being a lesbian who is made to feel predatory for no reason, but to say that nothing a cis het woman says/experiences can move you at all? Nothing they say can make you feel like your experience with womanhood and hers are similar? Do you realize how you sound? "Trans women have been harassed by men and made to feel inferior, too!!" Okay! So you should be able to relate to cis women in the way you do trans women, right?

I told my discord server that I was nervous about my future roommates. I showed them photos and someone said "all this tells me is that they're feminine and white" and I literally think about that all of the time. I was projecting. I was so scared that these white, feminine, probably straight women were going to judge me for being a black lesbian that I didn't even realize that I was the one violently judging them based off of nothing but their skin color and their femininity. I knew nothing about them. I STILL know nothing about them. I've barely spoken to them. But already I had labeled them as unrelatable judgemental women because of how they looked. Hold on. Wasn't I the one afraid of them judging ME? How could I be so afraid of them judging me for being a black lesbian when I was the one judging them already? What sense does that make?

You guys are so busy writing off cis straight women as unrelatable bigots that you've failed to see that you're the one who is extremely prejudiced against them. And I absolutely fucking know someone is gonna read this and say "well, you can't say that all trans women have male violence patterns and dahdahdahdah" and it's like. But YOU can say that cis straight women are so unbelievably different from lesbian women that you'd rather say you're more similar to a straight up fucking male???

I'm not saying it's not a little jarring to see women who are so different from me. I'm not saying I haven't been burned before and there's no reason for me (or other lesbians) to be cautious. But I will literally ALWAYS have more in common with cishet women than I ever will a man pretending to be a woman.

One time I had a professor. She was on the older side (I'd say 40's) and white. Not the type of person I'd think I'd click well with. She was straight and married with children. One day we talked after class, and the only thing that ended our conversation was the fact she had an event she had to go to. We would've talked longer if not for that. She emailed me a little while later to tell me that she enjoyed our chat. After that, she actually hugged me on two occasions. You wouldn't think we'd have common ground. An older, straight, married white mother and a young black lesbian. Both of us are "cis" but I can tell you I relate to her much better than I ever could someone born male.

I once had a personal trainer who was a feminine woman. She had acrylic nails and everything. One time she said that she couldn't hug her male friends anymore because she had a boyfriend (he wasn't the one enforcing that rule. That was something she personally felt). Also not someone I thought I'd click well with. But we did. One time we had a really productive discussion that was actually derived from the conversation with my professor. I felt very close to her in that moment. Our conversation came to a close because she had another client, but I still think about that convo.

There have been so many fucking times where I thought "this woman is not like me. Look at her." But what I realized was that I was the judgmental one. I was the one deciding we were different, not her. I was the one writing her off. I was the one convinced we had nothing in common.

I am BEGGING you not to alienate your fellow women. There are no inherent traits that make you unable to relate to other women. No amount of whiteness or cisness or straightness can make a woman completely unreachable. I am NOT talking about political parties or views so don't fucking try me with that shit. Obviously that puts a wedge between people, but someone simply being born cis and het does not make them alien from you. For God's sake, look at the fucking MeToo movement. Women from all fucking backgrounds who share an experience that an unfortunate amount of women go through. Women from all different races, sexualities, etc. who came together to talk about how they've been subjected to sexual violence. Ellen degeneres was one of them. How does that fit into your "lesbians and cishet women cannot relate to each other" spiel?

OP's post has 130k notes and it makes me fucking sick. Holy crap y'all, we need more solidarity than this. Other women are not your enemy. I'm begging you to reconsider your approach to women who are different than you. You are missing out on people who can love and support you in a way that literally no male can. You are depriving yourself. Just because a few cishet women in the past alienated you, does not mean that you have to continue their legacy. Let it go. Everyone on earth can see you embracing your hatred of women, and you wonder why your fellow women never hug you? They fucking can't! Put your hatred down and make space for the love that comes with realizing that you absolutely are like other girls!

#You guys think you're so progressive but you're just in a woke version of not like other girls #Stop comparing lesbians to literal males #Jesus fucking Christ #I actually hate you guys so fucking much #I'm never telling anyone I'm gay every again bro #I hate all of you #I should've prayed to be asexual man #Maybe god would've taken me more seriously

[babygirl-riley]

Haunted

You go through the motions after the break up with Simon

“I don’t know what I’m suppose to do, haunted by the ghost of you.”

Warnings: angst, PURE DEPRESSION, swearing, toxic relationship, break ups, small smut mention, smoking, alcohol consumption, mentions of suicide

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“You know if I was mistaken I would think you are about to rob this place.” You said placing your whiskey next to his.

The masked man sighed, amusement in his eyes. “What if I was?”

“Well it could be easy to stop you, since you are in your fourth drink in.”

He chuckled. “It’s take a lot than four drinks sweethear’.”

You sat there smoking the last cigarette from your pack. You were fucking pissed, you swore underneath your breath about tonight, even was pissed about thinking about that night, about Simon. Simon fucking Riley, you hated him. LOATHED him. But you fucking love him. OBSESSED with him. Both of you are so opposite yet similar at the same time.

You have been sitting on this god forsaken car for hours. Alone. Packed up with your shit. He was the one to throw his shit into your car yelling at you to leave. Over stupid dinner.

You closed your eyes shaking your head. He wasn’t the only who would over react. You remembered that you threw a glass his way when you were drunk. Both of you broke up that night, then two days later back together. You promised to stop drinking to move passed it. And you did!

Simon and you were together 5 years after that. Slowly it started to deteriorate, he would get home from deployment and straight into the room. While you sat at the table by yourself, with the cold dinner. You didn’t know what would happen on those missions. What he had done.

When you would approach him he would avoid you or fuck you senseless. That’s when you started to slowly pull away too. Going out more. Not being home when he was home as much as possible. It broke your heart to feel the tension built. Simon stopped touching you, kissing you, no attention besides a look and barely after that.

It lasted for 6 months until tonight. Tonight he waited until you got home, in your tight short dress. You did want one thing however you couldn’t your heart was for Simon Riley. So you blew every man off at the club.

“How many drinks can you get for you to take me home?” You asked boldly.

He smirked, you watched his mouth form, his stubble chin, the small scar on his lip. “Not a lot.”

You smirked licking your lips subtly but enough for him to see it. “Good.”

You didn’t know that Simon that night was packing up your things. You didn’t know that pulling away was having him pushing you away. Both of you not being able to express the feelings that you had. That it wasn’t towards you. It wasn’t towards him. Just two broken people not knowing how to express.

“What the hell are you doing?” You yelled as he threw clothes in your suit case.

He didn’t say anything as he continued. You scoffed. “Alright you want help?”

2 years later went by after the bar, he pinned you into the mattress. Rolling his hips into yours. He came back from his job after a couple of months. “I fucking missed you.” He whispered into your ear as his cock hit that spot.

You gasped holding onto him like he would disappear. He made you feel so good, your body, your thoughts, your emotions. “I-.” You let out a long moan couldn’t finish as he picked up the pace.

“You’re mine,” He mumbled, wrapping his arm from under your head as he wrapped you close. “All fucking mine. No one can make you feel this good.”

You nodded quickly as you wrapped your legs around him so he could go even deeper inside. “I love you,” He mumbled again. “Fuck-I love you.”

You went to the bathroom with a new bag grabbing everything in sight that was yours. It shocked Simon at first, that you weren’t fighting back with him. So you were already done? How long have you been feeling that way?

“Don’t forget the living room I don’t want that bloody vase anymore.” He yelled for you.

You rolled your eyes, of course deep down he hated it. “Don’t worry I will be just a distant memory or better yet a fucking ghost,” You tried to keep down the bile. “Like I have been living with the whole time.”

Simon walked into the bathroom making you snap your head at him. “Like YOU have been living with,” his voice was lower, usually it would make your body tingle but this time all you saw was fucking red. “I have been living with a ghost the whole time.”

You scoffed rolling your eyes. “Alright okay,” You pushed passed him as he followed you. “Says the one that has the fucking name, might as well act it out right? Leave me high and dry. Acting like we are fucking roommates.”

You didn’t realize that he stopped in his tracks. His thoughts going back to you stating that his name was already “Ghost.” Which is true but it was out of malice. “Well at least I am not spreadin’ my legs open every fucking Saturday night.”

That made you stop turning sharply towards him, making your way to him. You didn’t mean to, you never have done this before. You tried to stop your hand but it never did. Tears came out as you stepped back placing both of your hands on your mouth. Simon didn’t move his position for a moment.

“I would never hurt you.” You mumbled as Simon was curled into your legs. You rubbed through his scalp, neatly, and smoothly. He was at first shaking an hour ago but it has calmed. His breathing not in ragged quick breaths.

Simon hated waking you up from them, you would wake up and slowly edge him awake before he would swing up. The first time he did it he made your nose bleed. You didn’t understand that night terrors, you were right above him as he swung up. At first he thought he broke your nose since the blood didn’t stop.

Simon hated to notice that the nightmares were getting worse. Seeing his dad and the missions that went wrong. Being a failure in every aspect. He hoped that you didn’t notice those things, his behavior change.

You did notice that the nightmares were becoming more intense and frequent. It was sometimes his dad. Or people he has killed. You knew of both of those things. Simon Riley never had a fair life. “I know my sweets.”

He looked at you, he tried to hold in any emotion that he felt. Simon was shocked. Hurt. He knew he basically called you a whore but he didn’t think you would hit him. Memories flashed back to his father. He turned away from you slamming his boots on and grabbed his jacket.

“You better be out of here by the time I get back. Everythin’.” That’s when the door slammed.

You inhaled the smoke once more. Watching the rain patter on the window, you wanted to die after that. You never wanted to do that, you never wanted to hurt him. Your family didn’t live anywhere near you, let alone want to be around you, so now you sat in your car alone. You lost everyone that loved you. The one man that treated you like loyalty. You leaned back more into your seat thinking about everything that was good. That you wished that you could go back, to how it was, how happy you both were.

All the times you giggled at his dumb jokes to the yelling and screaming at each other. You gripped the cigarette as you started to sob. How did it come to this? All the fighting and distance? You used to love each other. He would never have called you a whore, used to lay men flat that did. But you also never thought you would lay a hand on him.

You looked over at the whiskey you bought two hours ago then at the pills you had for a painkiller years ago. They laid on the dashboard beckoning you. You were already drunk. Empty bottles in the back, your car stationed to no one to find you. Alone. You couldn’t live with the memories, the ghost that would haunt you. The demon that laid inside of you. You sighed throwing the cigarette out the window.

Only if you could go back to that night you met. Restart everything. Maybe in another life.

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[littlxpxtal]

Cooler Than Me

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence WORD COUNT: 5.2K

I got you all figured out

You need everyone's eyes just to feel seen

Behind your make up nobody knows who you even are

Who do you think that you are

August

“YOU’VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT?” I Shout back at my mother as she stands across the kitchen island from me, my dad right next to her. We were in the midst of the biggest argument we have ever had. They were telling me I couldn’t associate with the pogues anymore. 

“Hanging with those kids is going to ruin your future! You almost got arrested this summer because of them and their shenanigans. We’ve talked to Kiara’s parents and they’re doing the same thing. You guys are bright girls - we can’t believe Ward lets Sarah runa round with those fools.” my dad responds. 

I furiously pace the kitchen floor, running my hands up and down my sides. 

“Those fools are my friends dad, you can’t just tell me who I can and can’t be friends with.” I say, choking on a sob forming in my throat. 

“This is for your own good. You need to start getting on good terms with these kids, keep your grades up and get into a good school.” my mom says quietly, trying to calm me down.

“YEA, LIKE THEY GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ME. THEY ALL HATE ME AND ALWAYS HAVE, WHY DO YOU THINK I BECAME FRIENDS WITH PEOPLE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ISLAND IN THE FIRST PLACE” I scream back, hot tears pouring down my face. 

“If you don’t stop seeing them, we’re taking your car keys and cutting off your allowance.”

I scoff at this response from my father. 

“Yea like those things matter. I still have a bike and I can get a job.” I retort. 

“We won’t support you through college.” my mother says firmly. I stand still, tears dripping from my chin onto my shirt. 

“What?” I ask meekly. 

“You heard me. If you keep this up, we won’t help you with anything.” she responds. I stare at her blankly.

“You wouldn’t” I whisper.

“We’re being serious Y/N. You need to get your head on straight and stay on this side of the island.” 

My mind runs a mile a minute, thinking of how difficult it would be to attend any of my dream colleges without their support. A sob escapes my mouth and I look up at them.

“You’re really threatening me right now?” I ask, holding myself with my arms, leaning on the kitchen counter for support. 

“You have a future ahead of you. Those kids don’t.” my father states. 

“You don’t know that!” I shout back.

“Listen, our decision is final. And you can’t try anything because we had a tracker installed on your phone.”

“You have WHAT” 

I run to the living room to grab my purse and shoes, shoving them on my feet.

“Where are you going?”my mother shouts at me, moving to the living room with my dad. 

“‘m going to Sarahs. You said I can’t hang with Pogue’s. She’s not a Pogue.” I respond back, sniffling. 

“She might as well be one” my dad whispers under his breath. My mom walks closer to me, resting a hand on my arm. I jerk myself away from her, wiping the tears from my chin. 

“She’s one of my best friends. You can’t take her away from me.” I choke out. 

“We just want the best for you.” she says softly. I roll my eyes and open the front door. When I get into my car I pull out my phone to text Sarah that I was on my way.

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I park my car in the Tannyhill driveway, storming through the front door, tears pouring from my eyes. Rafe immediately stands up from the couch, staring at me as I kick my shoes off.

“Woah woah woah what’s goin on.” he asks, slowly walking towards me.

“Nothin, is-is Sarah home?” I choke out, pressing my hands into my face to cover it from Rafe.

“Well you’re obviously upset. What happened? JJ fuck with you again.”

“Jesus Christ Rafe, NO!” I Shout at him, breaking down into tears again.

“Look ‘m just trying to figure out what the hell is goin on with you. You storm into my house lookin a fuckin mess cryin and shit I deserve to know what’s going on. Don’t want you bringin any trouble round here.”

“Fuck you where’s Sarah.” I ask. He sighs and shouts up the stairs “SARAH”

I stand there, crying into my eyes as he stands awkwardly infront of me.

“Yea?” she asks from above the bannister. 

“Oh my god Y/N whats wrong?” she asks before running down the stairs. 

“My-my parents they-they” I choke on a sob, and she finally reaches the bottom of the stairs to hold me. Rafe walks away to the couch, eyes staying on me. I look up to reach Sarah’s eyes. 

“They told me I can’t hand with the guys anymore. They’re too much trouble and they’ll take away everything from me if I keep hanging with them. They said they wouldn’t help me with college.”

She furrows her eyebrows and hugs me close.

“God I’m so sorry Y/N” 

“It’s for your own good” Rafe pipes up from the couch. Sarah shoots him a death glare and he shurgs. 

“Been tryna tell you girls they’re bad news. “ he responds before pulling out his phone. “Bout time they put their foot down.”

“God would you shut up.” I respond, staring at him from across the room. He looks up from his phone, shocked at my response. 

“C’mon lets go upstairs.” Sarah holds my hand as we go up the stairs. She pulls out her phone to text our groupchat, telling everyone to meet at her house for an emergency. 

“Its the last weekend of the summer, why the hell are we on Figure Eight” I hear JJ complaining to the group as the head up the stairs before entering Sarah’s room. I laid across her bed, blowing my nose into a tissue when they finally open the door. 

“Oh Y/N” Kiara says softly before climbing on the bed, resting a hand on my thigh. 

“Her parent’s wont let her hang with the guys anymore on the cut. They gotta tracker on her and everything.” Sarah tells the group.

“They gotta WHAT?” JJ exclaims. “That’s gotta be illegal or somethin.”

“You’re not gonna listen to em right?” Pope asks, sitting on the edge of the bed. I sniffle and look around the group, my eyes glossing over with tears. 

“I don’t really have a choice.” I whisper. 

October

I shift in my seat, anticipating the last bell of the day to ring. 

“Please write down the assignment on the board. It’s due Monday morning.” Mrs. Thompson drones on. I mess with the hem of my skirt, and shoot straight up when the bell finally rings. Walking at a fast pace, I finally reach my locker. 

“You goin to that Halloween party tonight at the Thornton house?” Sabrina asks, appearing behind my open locker door, popping a piece of gum while looking down at her phone.

“Uhhh I didn’t know there was a party.” I say, shrugging, placing my textbooks that I won’t be using for this weekends homework in, and grabbing my purse before closing the door. 

“Damn girl we gotta get you added on this group snapchat story so you can get hip.” she responds before putting out her hand. I reluctantly pass her my unlocked phone as she gets on my Snapchat and adds my username. 

“You gotta costume?” she asks as we walk towards the exit. 

“Eh I’ll probably just reuse an old costume.” I respond, internally cringing at the old princess costumes stuffed in a box in the attic. When I hung with John B, Sarah, and the gang we made fun of the Kook Academy kids who would dress up and get disgustingly hammered in costumes causing chaos across town. 

“Just make sure its tight and sexy. I’ll pick you up around 7:30 for my pregame okay?” she says before we go our seperate ways in the parking lot. I give her a weak smile before entering my car, sighing and putting in the closest clothing store in Kildare I could find on my GPS. 

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I decided to go as a vampire. It was easy to find a black lace corset and black mini skirt. I stopped at the local Spirit Halloween on the way home for some fake blood and figured I would just do dark black and red makeup to match. 

After putting the finishing touches to my makeup, I took a sip of the mixed drink I made myself, pregaming the pregame because I was about to be with people I wasn’t really friends with the entire night. 

I move all of my essential belongings to a tiny black Coach purse with silver embellishments that matched my excessive jewlery. My phone rings with a text message, and I sit by my vanity to respond.

Sarah Cameron

What’re you up to tonight?

I debate on telling her I’m going to her ex boyfriends house for a fucking Halloween party. I take a huge gulp from my drink and type a response

Some Kook Halloween party 🙄 wby?

I decide it’s best she doesn’t know I know whos party it is. She immediately repsonds

Oh is it Toppers lmao?

I sigh and begin to type before her chat bubble appears.

Think we were gonna crash that ;)

I laugh and respond

Please do I need to see some familiar faces.

I’ll text you if its confirmed we’re just scheming right now.

I like her text and receive one from Sabrina

Be there in 5.

I like her text and chug the rest of my drink, walk to my closet and debate on what shoes to wear. I decide to go with the all black theme and choose my favorite pair of tall gogo boots that make me at least 4 inches tallers. I walk slowly up the stairs in attempt to avoid my parents seeing my extremely revealing outfit, epically failing when my mom pops her head out of the kitchen as I reach the last step.

“Where are you headed?” she asks, quirking her eyebrow up and looking at me up and down. 

“A Halloween party with some friends from school.” I reply, pulling my skirt down, avoiding eye contact. 

“I’m glad you’re making friends. Be safe.” she responds before going back into the kitchen. 

I roll my eyes. Of course shes fine with me looking like this as long as it’s kids from Figure 8. My phone buzzes and I open it.

Sabrina

Here bitch

“Bye Mom Bye Dad” I shout before exiting the house. 

I jump into the passenger seat, and she reaches over to hug me. I flinch lightly, never receiving this type of intimacy from her before. I guess we were really friends now. She’s dressed as princess peach, with the tiniest dress I’ve ever seen and the iconic crown on her head.

She turns her car back on and turns her volume all the way.

“LETS GO GET FUCKED UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP” she cheers before driving off.

We reach her house and she takes me to her basement. Theres a full bar, a pong table and a large couch unoccupied. 

“Whats your drink of choice?” she asks stepping behind the bar. 

“Just a vodka sprite” I respond, making myself comfortable on her couch. Before shes done making my drink, a rumble of footsteps come down the stairs and a group of guys I’ve seen in passing from classes come down, crowding around Sabrina with hugs. 

She pulls away from the group, handing me a red solo cup with my drink in it filled to the brim.

“Everyone this is Y/N” They all take a second to eye me up and down and I stand up, self conscious of how far my skirt rides up when I sit.

“Yea you used to hang with the pogues right?” One pipes up. Sabrina rolls her eyes and walks back behind the bar to start making drinks for the boys. 

“Be nice. Shes on the right side of town now.” They let the conversation go and I inspect everyones outfits, they’re all dressed as super heroes, some with just capes, no shirts, some with their shirts propped open. I force myself to not make eye contact with any of them until one approaches me.

“So what made you come finally hang with the kooks?” he inquires, taking a sip from his cup.

“Was getting into too much trouble and I wanna get into a good school.” I respond, mimicking him and taking a sip from his drink.

“What school d’ya wanna go to?” he asks. Before I can respond another rumble of steps come down the stairs and an even larger group of people come down, a few of them dressed as the crew from scooby doo, and three girls dressed like the powerpuff girls. I smile at the way everyone embraced the theme, feeling the liquor increase my confidence. 

I walk up to the bar and request another drink from Sabrina, but shes too distracted by a guy dressed as Superman is chatting her up. My phone buzzes and I look down to see a text from Sarah.

Were coming. Is everyone actually dressed up?

Yes 😵 Im a vampire lol

OMG Lemme see

I lean over the bar and interrupt Sabrina’s conversation to ask her where the bathroom is. She points around the corner and I walk over. Its unoccupied and I inspect myself in the mirror. Fixing my hair, I grab my dark red lipstick out of my purse and reapply, before pulling out my phone to snap a picture. I send it to Sarah.

Holy shit you actually committed. You look HAWT

I laugh at my phone before someone pounds on the door.

“One Sec” I respond, blotting my lips on a piece of toilet paper before opening the door.

“All yours” I mumble before heading back to the bar in hopes of actually getting another drink.

“Be my pong partner” Sabrina pleads after refilling my cup. 

“Okayyyy” I respond, feeling my words already start to slur. We get behind the table and I look across the table, seeing a boy from my English class and another from my history class. 

I had played beer pong before with the crew, and I was decent, but I figured these kids would beat my ass.

On the contrary, Sabrina and I whooped their ass, which led to us jumping around the table spilling our drinks all over the floor.

“SABBBB” Someone calls from the top of the stairs. A group of people walk down all dressed as Mario characters.

“You guys are so late it’s almost time to go to Tops party” she pouts, hugging the guy dressed as Mario, who I’ve picked up over the last few weeks is her controlling possessive boyfriend. I huff, finishing the last of my drink, realizing that I was now alone, my partner in crime being stolen from me as he aggressivley clung to her side as the new group of people cracked open the beers they brought in plastic bags. 

I go behind the bar, figuring that Sabrina was now off duty since she was occupied and began puring myself a very heavy handed third drink. 

“Hey bartender, wanna fill me up?” the same guy from the couch was leaning over the bar putting his cup out to me. I blush and adjust my skirt.

“Sure, what were you having?” 

“Vodka water.” he responds. I turn and feel his eyes on me, I feel my body warm in a sensation I hadn’t felt in a while. 

I hand him back his cup and he smirks before taking a sip.

“I’m Noah by the way” he says, holding a hand out. 

‘I’m Y/N” I respond, shaking his hand and making my way around the bar to stand next to him. 

“You’ve gotten hot since the last time you used to hang around us.” He says, winking at me. 

“Yea like middle school.” I joke before taking a large sip of my drink. 

He laughs and scoots a bit closer to me. “So you never told me, what college are you thinking about.”

“Mhmmm probably NC State.” I respond, looking down into my cup.

“Nah you gotta come to Duke with the rest of us.”

I roll my eyes and look across the room.

“I kinda fucked my chances with that one by not doing many extracurriculars.” I respond, finally turning to look at him. He rolls his eyes this time and smirks again. 

“If you think thats why we’re all getting in then you’re wrong” he grins and clinks his cup against mine.

“‘S all about connections. Lemme know if you need a good word, my dads an alumni.” he says before walking away. I bite my bottom lip, realizing this was exactly what my parents hoped would happen. For me to network my way into these kids lives and get the connections I needed. Those bastards were right. I didn’t wanna go to Duke though, that was never a thought I’ve even had. Maybe I would consider but I didn’t need to attend a school like that to get a good degree.

My thoughts were interrupted by Sabrina standing on the coffee table infront of the couch.

“EVERYONE FINISH THEIR DRINKS IN THE NEXT 30 SECONDS ITS TIME TO GO PARTYYYY” She cheers before her boyfriend picks her up off the table, slinging her over his shoulder, slapping her ass infront of everyone. I choke on my liquid, cringing at the way everyone laughed at her. 

I trail behind the group as we walk to the Thornton Mansion, bracing myself for the next level of social interaction I was about to face. 

I feel my body vibrate to the bass as soon as we step foot inside the front door, the ceiling lights off, living room illuminated with LEDs across the ceiling and floor lamps that are pink and green. I’m not shocked but I immediately lose Sabrina and the group I walked in with, finding myself alone and wandering to the bar, in hopes that they had liquor.

“Whatcha want -” The tall male voice says before stopping his sentence when he finally faces me.

“Y/N” Rafe whispers, clearing his throat. He’s wearing Slytherin robes, his hair slicked back Draco style.

“Hey” I respond, regretting that I walked to this bar.

“What’re you doing here?” he asks. I feel my confidence rise at the question, refusing to let him belittle me tonight.

“It was an open invite. Why wouldn’t I be here.” I retort staring into his once again blown pupils.

“Dind’t think this was your scene.” He responds nonchalantly. 

“You must not know much about me then. Can I get a vodka sprite please.”

He nods his head and turns to the back of the bar, mixing my drink into a red solo cup. 

He passes it to me without another word, turning to the girl beside me. “Whatcha want pretty girl?” He asks, staring blatantly at her boobs. I roll my eyes and walk throught the backdoor to see a group group of people surrounding an inground pool. I find an unoccupied pool chair and take a seat.

My phone buzzes with a text from Sarah

We’re about to pull up

I immediately respond

Im in the back by the pool

I play on my phone until I hear my name being called across the pool, looking up to see a group of 5 people wearing masquerade masks waving at me. I jump up and run across the pavement to meet them. Jumping into Kiara’s arms first, she swings me around laughing. 

“The fuck are these costumes?” I ask.

“Well it was a last minute decision and we knew if people could actually see our faces we’d be kicked out instantly.” JJ declares, pulling a beer out of his bookbag.

“Hmm good move.” I respond. 

“Lets dance!” Kiara cheers, grabbing me and Sarah’s hands, leading us back inside to the group of people dancing in the dining room.

After a few songs I walk to the bar to get another drink. Before I reach the bar I feel a rough yet familiar hand grab my arm, turning me around. Rafe’s face is lowered to meet mine, a stern look upon his face.

“Why the fuck are they here” he says, gritting his teeth.

“Dunno what you’re talking about” I say, yanking my arm from his grip. He follows me to the bar, and presses his chest against my arm, reaching down to my ear.

“I can smell a Pogue a mile away. Who the fuck do you think you are inviting them?” I roll my eyes and order the same drink from the drunk dude behind the counter. 

“Look, I didn’t invite any Pogues. And stop grabbing me like that.” I say, pushing his chest off of my arm and turning to head back to the dancefloor. Rafe loses me in the crowd and I notice my friends are no longer in the same place they were. 

I look around frantically for their masks and see Kiara and Sarah without their masks on, getting questioned by Topper and Kelce. The boys are nowhere to be found.

“Fuck” I whisper. I see Rafe making a b-line towards their direction and I push through the crowd to reach them.

“Sarah, the fuck are you doin here?” Rafe shouts at her. She rolls her eyes, clinging to Kiara. 

“Rafe leave them alone,” I speak up once I finally reach them. He ignores me and takes a step towards her.

“We just popped in to see what was going on. We’re leaving now.” Kiara responds, pulling Sarah’s arm.

I look at them with pleading eyes, not wanting to be left alone again with these people.

They sadly wave to me before exiting, Topper slamming the door behind them. Rafe turns to me with a scowl on his face. I turn around and head to the bathroom. 

I pull out my phone to see a text from JJ

Sorry had to bolt on you like that Y/N. Top was looking hella pissed and we didn’t want them to take shit out on you.

That’s alright. It was nice seeing you 🙂

Sarah Cameron

Well that was a bust. Sorry we couldn’t stay longer. Really didn’t want to give Rafe a reason to rat me out to Ward

It’s alright I’m glad I got to see you!!

I sigh, clicking my phone off and exiting the bathroom, finding Rafe standing outside, leaning against the wall. 

“You smoke?” he asks. 

“Yea” My drunk brain makes me respond without thinking.

“Follow me”

I trail behind Rafe as he takes me to the side patio, where a group of people are sitting around a fire pit. He pulls up a chair for me and hands me a water bottle. I’m slightly confused at his niceness but decide not to question it if I am about to get free weed. 

The blunt is finally passed around to me and I take a few hits before passing to Rafe.

“Do we really have to listen to this?” I ask, referring to the loud ass trap music playing from a speaker next to Topper.

Everyone goes silent and looks at me with wide eyes.

“Whos on aux?” I ask, sitting up.

“Me. Whats wrong with this music?” I laugh and open my water bottle

“Its not smoking music. Its bouta make me tweak. You gotta play something chill like Tame Impala.”

Topper looks at Rafe and he shrugs his shoulders.

I speak up again. “Play anything from their album Currents. Its my favorite to listen to while I’m crossed.” I say. At this point I’m amazed by my confidence, but then again everytime I smoke I realize how insignificant anyones opinion of me really is. 

Topper plays The Less I know The Better and another blunt is lit up, circling around the group again. As the songs finishes, I realize no one has spoken a word since the song started. 

Topper’s glazed eyes look over at me and he begins to giggle like a little boy.

“That was a good call” he finally says. I smile at him and sink into my seat, staring up at the stars, feeling the intoxication take over. 

After what only felt like seconds, I feel an aggressive tap on my shoulder. I slowly move my eyes to follow the sensation and see Sabrina, with a crooked crown and makeup smudged under her eyes.

“Whats wrong” I slur out, trying to find the courage to pull myself up from the slouched positon I was in. 

“I found Derek making out with a girl in the bathroom. Can we go?” I sober up enough to sit myself up right.

“Oh my god, Sab I’m so sorry. Yea yea lets go.” I say, grabbing my purse. I’m too busy helping Sabrina up the patio stairs to realize Rafe followed us to the front of the house. I jump when I finally see his shadow linger behind us.

“Hey uh I just wanted to let you know we’re having something at my house next weekend. I think. We’re still waiting to hear if my dads gonna be out of town or not.” I nod my head, holding onto Sabrina as she silently sobs.

“Uhh if you want I can text you an update.” I stare at him in repsonse, shocked at his forwardness. 

“Um sure.” I say, pulling phone out of my purse handing it to him. 

He types his number into my phone and I slip it back into my purse.

“Get home safe. Sorry about Derek, Sab. He’s a dickhead.” she loudly sobs in reponse and his eyes widen.

“Text me when you’re home yea?” he says as we start to walk away. I nod my head and lead Sabrina and I back to her house. 

After Sabrina is finally done puking her guts out in the toilet I pull my phone out, remembering I told Rafe when we got home. I stop myself before pressing send. Why do I feel obligated to let him know anything about me? The crossed haze I was still lingering in decided to send a simple text just to get the feeling out of me. After taking off my makeup and changing into a T-shirt and shorts I hear my phone ding

Rafe

Everything all good over there?

I look over to see Sab is already passed out on her side of the bed. I internally debated between responding now or waiting until the morning, he wouldn’t know if we were asleep or not anyways. 

All good!

I have hopes he doesn't respond so I can pretend like this isn’t fucking weird, but there’s also a small hope inside of me that he does. It’s probably best if I just go to sleep at this point. 

Rafe’s POV

I watch her stumble down the driveway, clutching Sabrina’s waist, her loud sobs echoing in the darkness. 

Chewing on the inside of my cheek feeling how dry my mouth is I walk to the back patio sitting down and start chugging my water.

“Y/Ns not too bad” Topper says, offering the blunt to me. 

“‘M good” I mumble, sitting back and finishing off the water.

“Yea, she’s a lot nicer than you described.” Kelce chimes in, takin the blunt from Toppers hand. 

“Didn’t she used to hang with your sister and those freaks from the cut?” one of the random girls sitting across from me says. I grit my teeth in response and roll my eyes.

“At first I thought she was odd since shes so quiet but maybe we just need to get to know her” another girl pipes in.

“Yea, you invite her next week?” Top asks me, quirking up his eyebrow.

“Yea, but who knows if she’ll even show.” I grumble, reaching behind me for another water.

“I hope she does she seems cool.” the same girl responds. Kelce nods in agreement. “And shes hot as fuck” he says, fist-bumping Topper. He giggles like a little girl and ashes the blunt. 

“You guys are annoying.” I say before standing up. “I’m heading out.” I say, reaching out my hand to dap up Topper.

“Dude why its early?” he asks in protest. I stare daggers down at him and feel my jaw clenching.

“Got shit to do with my dad tomorrow.” 

“Got it.” he says, and waves goodbye.

As I walk down the driveway I pull out my phone. There’s a few texts from random girls I ran into tonight, a few snapchats from some guys that probably wanted coke. But no text form her yet. I stuff the phone back in my pocket, heading home. 

When I finally reach the front door, I see Sarah and John B sitting on the living room couch.

“Hey” she says as I take my shoes off. I probably would’ve said hello back if John wasn’t in my house, but decided to wave her off and head upstairs. I turn the shower on, but before I jump in, I check my phone again and see that there’s no new messages. 

My mind starts to run wild, thinking about how soft her thighs looked in the mini skirt she was wearing. I love when she wears black, she always looks so confident in anything, but she shines best in black. She also always has her makeup done perfectly. I’ve always wondered how girls get a sharp wing. The way the fake blood dripped down her neck into the crevice of her chest made my blood run hot. I wonder what her neck tastes like. I got a whiff of her perfume, it was sweet like berries yet musky.

I finish up in the shower and dry myself off. I pull on a clean pair of boxers and climb into bed, checking my phone for the last time before I go to sleep.

Y/N

Home :)

I feel my cheeks heat up in response. What the fuck is wrong with me, why am I blushing over the freak my sister hangs out with. Why have I been waiting for this fucking text to put my mind at ease. I debate on what to type in response, wanting to play it cool, but also curious about what happened with Sabrina and Derek.

I internally cringe before pressing send, and decide it’s best I go to bed before she has time to respond. 

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[captainpulisic]

i hate accidents! - c. pulisic

happy 25th birthday to my number one boy. again, this is for my girlies who go against gender norms and can’t cook!

gif credits to owner , wc: 1.8 k

flour. sugar. eggs. milk. butter. flour. sugar. eggs. milk. butter, you kept repeating the ingredients to yourself, making sure you had enough of each one. flour. sugar. eggs. milk. butter. oh- and cocoa powder. don’t forget the cocoa powder.

“oh, y/n.” your best friend leaned against her refrigerator, looking at you with weary eyes. she half heartedly gestured at the mess of ingredients you had laid across her kitchen counters. “why are you even doing this?”

her roomate chimed in from the next room where she was watching some movie, “yeah, we know cooking isn’t exactly your expertise.”

of course, they knew. everyone knew. you were self aware, you knew it better than anyone else. but this wasn’t cooking. it was baking. it was baking a birthday cake for christian so maybe this would prove easier than cooking?

you were going to bake it with love and whatever other bullshit people said, so this had to come out right, right?

“you know what you should do?” your friend was suddenly very serious. she took a step closer to you and fake whispered, “go get a store-bought cake that comes all prettily decorated. you just put it on a plate at home, put some candles and ta-da! it’s a beautiful homemade cake you made.”

you deadpanned, “are you being serious right now?”

“of course,” she waved you off. “i’ve done it plenty of times, people always fall for it.”

taking a deep breath, you close your eyes and point towards the door. “get out.”

“but this is my kitchen!” she half laughs, half protest.

“I know, I know,” you shake your head as you push her out of the room. giving her one last grateful smile as you shut the door, “and I really do appreciate you letting me borrow it but I seriously need to focus on this.”

yes, you had to find refuge in a different kitchen, no longer allowed in your own. after another cooking disaster, christian and yourself (mostly him) decided it was best to keep your time in the kitchen to a minimum.

“there’s only so many pots in the country,” he had teased as he tried scraping off the char. what? no one had told you making pancakes could be so hard!

it worked better for you, anyway. away from his prying eyes, you’d had free reign to practice all week long. you’re sure he’s grown suspicious of why you left every day for a few hours and came back smelling like you’d bathed in a tub of vanilla extract (you had spilled some on your clothes too many times to count). just yesterday, he had stopped you in the hallway and wiped some flour from your hair. when you saw him give you a curious glance, you leaned in to kiss him and led him straight to your bedroom. predictably, no questions had been asked after that.

with his strict diet and tough self discipline, christian didn’t indulge in sweets as often as would like. he stuck through rigorous training and healthy eating habits expected of him. his birthday cake was one of the few times of the year he let himself enjoy a sugary overload. therefore, you knew you couldn’t fuck this up for him. you had spent weeks scouring the internet for recipes and consulting with his mom on baking tips.

since his birthday fell on a monday this year, you’d planned to go out and celebrate with friends on the weekend. today was reserved for just the both of you. while he had a few hours of training, you were going to take advantage of the time to overcome the impossible and successfully bake an edible cake.

well, I have to start at some point, you chewed on your cheek. triple checking you had all the correct ingredients and measuring cups, your nerves got the best of you as you figured it was time to start.

you had settled on a simple chocolate cake- well the recipe seemed simple enough- and knowing of christians love for chocolate. hell bent on succeeding, you followed the instructions exactly as they were written and measured everything to the exact tablespoon.

all was going smoothly until it was time to add the designated two cups of sugar into the growing mixture. you hadn’t noticed you’d used up all your sugar during your trial runs. the recipe said not to stop stirring the batter, in fear that it would mess up the consistency. thus, you absentmindedly ventured into the cupboards in search of any sugar.

keeping your attention on stirring the batter, you reached for the unlabeled container of white grains?

aha! sugar!

once the batter was finished, you slathered the pan with butter and stuck it in the oven. moving onto making the chocolate buttercream frosting, you sprinkled more sugar from the container into it.

all too soon, the oven beeped and you rushed to take it out. surprisingly, it looked soft and spongy and like an actual, real cake. now more excited than ever, you covered it in the chocolate icing, trying to make it look as pretty as you could.

(the self restraint you had to not dip your finger into the bowl should be studied, truly.)

after thank yous and goodbyes and congratulations that you created something edible were said, you rushed back home in hopes of beating christian. making sure the house was still empty, you carefully take the cake out of the container and arrange it prettily on the counter. sticking a few candles into it, all there is left to do is wait for the birthday boy to come home.

soon enough, you hear the front door open and his footsteps advancing. he’s always had the knack of looking for you, of easily finding you. before you know it, his hands are on your hips and you feel soft lip brushes on your neck. it’s barely a mummer, “hey, you.”

“hey, birthday boy.” you turn around to face him. you cup his face, as he looks down at you fondly. his lovesick smile mirrors yours. it’s useless finding the urge to kiss him silly, thus you satiate yourself. rising to your tiptoes, your hands find themselves combing through his hair as your lips meet his. pulling away after a few moments, you can’t help but laugh when you see him try to follow you. you settle with leaving a trail of kisses all over his face and working your way down to his neck.

hearing him let out a content sigh, you find yourself settling your arms around his waist. mumbling into the crook of his neck, “you’re old.”

when he pouts and argues that he’s young, you retaliate and insist he’s reached grandpa status. this causes him to prove to you how young he is, by chasing you throughout the house. passing hallways and turning corners, the chase leads you both to the kitchen. where low and behold, a pretty chocolate cake sits with candles sticking out of it.

“oh,” upon seeing it, christian stops dead in his tracks. marveling at it, you see his eyes light up and he has the biggest grin on his face. stepping closer to inspect it, “is it from that new place down the street?”

that ‘new place’ was a bakery that had just opened up a few weeks ago. it’s a cozy, picture-perfect bakery that had cakes and pastries lined up along their windows. it’s the type of place where you’d have been able to get a professionally-made chocolate cake guaranteed to taste heavenly.

“uh, no.” you gave him a sheepish grin. feeling very shy, you’re beginning to regret even doing this. you’d been so happy about not fucking up the baking, you hadn’t considered how, maybe, christian would want a big, 5 star cake. you were just so proud of what you’d done! you hate to admit it but you had put love and all that bullshit into it. but, maybe, he did want a cake from an actual bakery. cheeks warming, “I actually made it.”

“y/n,” he whispers. it shouldn’t be physically possible but his smile got even bigger. he looked so handsome. reaching for your hands, he pulls you into his arms. looking down at you with the softest gaze, “you made this? for me?”

all you can do is nod. nerves overtaking your system, “I did, it might not even be that good, i’m sorry it’s not that pretty-”

he shuts you up when he leaves a kiss on each cheek and a few more on your forehead and nose. cupping your face, his thumb begins to stroke your cheek. you feel slightly silly over how fast you lean into his touch.

“oh baby, ‘m so proud of you.” his voice is too soft, and the look he’s giving you isn’t helping. your knees feel like jelly. he’s leaving kisses all over your face now, whispering ‘thank yous’ in between. “this is the best thing you could’ve done for me, thank you, my pretty girl.”

feeling the worry lift from your shoulders, you sigh in relief. solemnly nodding, “I was really careful, so it should taste decent.”

“I bet it’ll taste as great as it looks,” he dips down to leave a kiss on the corner of your mouth. that's when you see that particular glint in his eye. he goes in for another kiss, a deeper one. when he pulls away, the bastard bites your lip. there’s a teasing smile, “but I know it won't taste as sweet as you do.”

later that night, after dinner and gifts and intimate celebrating, you find yourselves seated at the counter.

yes, maybe it tasted like cardboard and the icing had a salty taste instead of sweet one (was the unlabeled container full of salt or sugar? you’re not that sure anymore.)

yes, maybe you both tried swallowing it and smiling through the torture your tastebuds were going through.

yes, maybe you lightly slapped his chest when he told you he felt bad for you guys’ future children. they’re going to think we hate them, he wheezed throughout the laughter.

yes, maybe you both were in hysterics over this bizarre situation and went out to buy a real, edible cake from the nearby bakery. and back home, when you lit a candle on it, you scolded him when he told you what he had wished for. he scooped some icing onto his index finger and smeared it on your cheek. then kissed the other, unaffected cheek. “for every year, to be exactly like this one. I want a salty cake for the rest of my life if it means you’re here.”

“hey!” you pouted. getting some icing yourself, you dragged it across his nose and curved it down to his upper lip. “the wishes don’t come true if you tell people, you know.”

he pondered this for a second, “well I was going to wish for you to get some cooking lessons but who would bake me a salty cake, huh?”

“haha,” you deadpan. leaving another kiss on his cheek, “you think you’re such a comedian, grandpa.”

i personally love a good birthday sheet cake from the grocery store. feedback is greatly appreciated, thank you!

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic fluff

[ratridingaskateboard]

Always See Your Face

Chapter 3

Previous chapter here

Summary: Eddie has come to a striking revelation

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A/N: Sorry this took so long and its kinda short! I hope you like it :')

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Eddie’s jaw dropped. Never in his life had he seen a girl throw a punch at a guy much less right in front of him. This girl had more balls than anyone in Hellfire did. 

"What the fuck, bitch!"

“What’s going on?”

An authority figure yelled from across the lunch room. Whether it was a teacher, faculty member, or parent, Eddie knew she was in for it with punching a football player. Eddie peeked up at her through his bangs and she didn’t look like she did earlier at the lunch table. She was frightened. He didn’t know someone like her could get scared even though he had only known her for a couple of minutes now. Hell, he didn’t even know her name. However, she didn’t seem like the damsel in distress type. Seeing her like this made his heart ache. He couldn’t stand to see her like that.

Eddie promptly took her hand and escorted her to the courtyard while the football player stumbled his way up and toward the teacher heading his way. Eddie would take the blame for her. He knew the teacher would be on the side of the senior who hadn’t repeated his last year of high school several times rather than Eddie, that was no question. If he were to blame her, they may yell at her for bending over the table and wearing a short skirt. It made Eddie sick how pieces of shit like that got away with being shitty. She didn’t deserve to be scrutinized by anyone after being harassed. 

He stumbled over his own feet while pacing to the park bench in the nearby woods next to the cafeteria, his prime drug dealing spot. He was in such a hurry to escape the madness of the lunch room that he didn’t even know how she felt to be swept away like this. What if she hated him for it? What if she wanted to explain herself to the teacher?

He reluctantly turned to face her. She looked up at him with bright eyes filled with surprise. She seemed so much smaller now that Eddie was standing. She had presented herself as Eddie did but it was all a facade. It was a way to frighten people off so they wouldn’t get too close. Of course, he loved each and every single band tee and patch he wore but he also enjoyed the amount of people who were nervous around him at school because of these bands. He knew he would never have to worry about getting his feelings hurt if he didn’t let anyone in.

Eddie gestured to the bench and she sat down.

“Thank you for that. I didn’t know what he was going to do to me after I hit him. Probably best I don’t find out.” 

“I won’t let him do anything to you, I promise.”

A smile crept onto her lips and a warm blush spread across her cheeks. Eddie choked. He just met this girl and he was in this deep? He couldn’t look at her without being an awkward dweb like his friends were. He shook his head, he had to think straight.

“Is your hand okay?” 

Her knuckles were a rosy red, and she clenched her fist as if in pain.

“His face was harder than I thought.”

Eddie moved down on his knees, the fall leaves caressing his jeans. He took her bruised hand in his and stroked his thumb over each knuckle. Her skin was so soft even though she had just punched someone. He wondered if the skin on her hands was as soft as other parts of her. Fuck! What was he doing?! He grabbed her hand without even asking. He looked up to seek a sign of approval from her.

Her face was like Garret’s when her chest touched his arm. She was beet red in the face and her body was as stiff as a board. So she was real. She wasn’t just an idea. She had blood rushing through her veins and she felt what he felt. Eddie’s heart began to race and fear started to creep into him.

She was everything. She was a walking, talking angel who could break his heart with the touch of her hand. Should he even take the chance? What if she hurts him? What if she hurts his friends?

Those eyes wouldn’t hurt a fly. He was fucked. He didn’t used to believe in love at first sight but he did now.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things

[snowswan-royalehigh]

My personal thoughts on Remarried Empress

Hi there! I'm not going into an too much of an in-depth analysis, so please take my words with a grain of salt. I'm going to focus on Rashta's past.

Rashta is a very well written character, she's shown to be naive and innocent, with underlying layers of cruelty and a character development towards greed which is wonderfully executed. However, the fandom refuses to allow her to have nuance to her character.

When the webtoon and novel start off, we already know Rashta is somewhat portrayed as a villainess, and during my first readthrough, I also wanted to sucker punch her in the face. (I would be publicly executed by Sovieshit) But when I reread I realized how much nuance I missed, and some nuance the fandom ignores entirely.

We start off knowing Rashta is a runaway slave. Which already starts us off on a generally sympathetic note, because we can tell she's had some form of a bad life prior to becoming Sovieshit's concubine. We know she has an annoying habit of speaking in third person, she's a crybaby, she's incredibly controlled by her emotions, she lacks critical thinking skills, and she doesn't even know how to read or write.

Rashta is incredibly easily manipulated, she shows that with her interactions with Sovieshit and especially Duke Ergi. Duke Ergi influences almost all of Rashta's moves, such as the Christmas tree wedding dress, which was a huge embarrassment. In defense of Rashta's lack of knowledge, she was a slave. How was she supposed to know about how these things, when she had spent her life, being forced to clean, with no hope of escaping. She hadn't even done anything to become a slave in the first place, she was made one so her father wouldn't have to pay for his crime. She was uneducated as can be. Reading and writing at that time was only for the highborn.

Rashta is confirmed to have had a lot of love for the idea of her children, and she carried that baby to full term. Imagine how mortifying it was when Lotteshu showed her that corpse. (How the hell did he even get his hands on the corpse. We should be focusing on that a lot more) So could we really blame her for running away, Alan abandoned her as well, and Lebetti always treated her like trash.

Rashta undergoes a corruption arc because of the people around her. Navier remarks in her head that Rashta has no one good around her to inform her, in the webtoon.

Now, imagine this situation from the point of view of Rashta. You just saw your supposed dead child with an obvious great amount of trauma via your whole childhood, and now, the emperor, an incredibly powerful man, has proposed to become your lover. He's going to give you protection, and most likely save you from your horrible life. Everyone forgets the power dynamic of these two. Rashta is the lowest in society while Sovieshit is the highest. What terrible consequences would Sovieshit's pretty ass conjure from rejection? Even the webtoon remarks that it's like a fairy tale.

Navier and the rest of the nobles are her enemies, because of how she was raised. She actually started off the webtoon looking up to Navier, and seeing Navier as someone she could basically worship, and believed that Navier would act as a motherly figure although she was greeted with Navier's justifiable pettiness although Rashta didn't know what she was doing wrong.

If Rashta was the protagonist everyone would be gushing about her, because she is manipulative, but so is Navier. The people around Rashta fail her, when she could've been so much more, and she has so much underutilized potential. Rashta would've been incredibly hyped up for kicking Navier out, and Navier would be seen as cold hearted and self centered.

TL;DR, Rashta is still an antagonist, but she is not a straight up villain. She's complex, and she's more human than any other antagonist. She's only hated on for being the 'other woman' and the fandom acts like she seduced Sovieshit for the funsies.

(Fuck Sovieshit, all my homies hate him!!!))

#the remarried empress #Rashta #Sovieshitslander #Characternuance #Nuance #mischaracterization #character arcs #sovieshu #Sovieshu slander

[moiravim]

Date Night Drama

Tony x (daughter/son) YN

Bucky x YN

•YN is an adult

•Summary: Your dad, Tony finds out your dating Bucky.

Tony had always been a protective dad. It had gotten even worst when you started dating people.

That's why you were hiding the fact your dating Bucky Barnes, the man who killed your grandparents.

You know your father hates him and it scares you to think of what he'll do if he finds out.

So, the only person who knows is Sam. It's comforting being around him because you don't have to it hide from him.

Currently you were waiting for Bucky at the restaurant you planned a date at. It was a fancy buffet and you made sure to wear one of your favorite (dresses/suits).

The front door open and you smiled as you watched Bucky walked towards you and sit down in the chair in front of you.

"Hey, doll. Hope I'm not late." He says as he takes a sip of the water in front of him. "No, no. You're right on time. I came early." I respond.

He leans over and kisses you on the lips. Unbeknownst to you, Tony had just walked in with Pepper.

You grabbed onto the color of Bucky shirt, and pulled him closer. That's when Tony noticed you and stormed up to your table.

"what the hell is going on here?" Tony says in a pissed off voice. You quickly back away from Bucky, and try to explain to your father; "Dad! I um- Bucky and I- we're..."

"I don't want to hear it. YN go home. And Bucky.... Stay away from them. Never go anywhere fucking near them again."

"Dad please..." You said is your eyes started to water. "Oh sweetheart.. go home. Please." He responded softly.

You listen to him, and went home. You decided it would be best to explain to him after he cooled off.

During Tony's dinner with pepper, all he could feel was guilt. Was it him that almost made you cry? Most definitely.

"Tony... I know they are your kid, but they're an adult now. You can't control who they love." Pepper says as Tony looks down.

"I know. I know... I'll apologize when we get back home." You were crying in your bed when Tony got back to the compound. He went straight into your room ready to apologize.

"Sweet girl I'm so sorry I didn't mean to make you cry... Pepper and I talked about it and we don't mind if you date him. I'm sorry, I was just shocked" He apologizes as he sits down next to you and rubs your back.

You hug him as cry out "I love you dad..." He smiles and hugs you tightly. "I love you more sweetheart. Now get some rest.." He kisses your forehead once more before getting up and leaving the room.

It will take him a while to adjust to the idea of you dating Bucky, but you know it will all be alright in the end.

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[ladykailitha]

All My Roads Lead Back to You Part 5

Hey, all! It’s been awhile since I posted anything with this one and since I’m a couple chapters past where I left you, I figured I’d give you this as a little treat.

Hurricane Robin makes her landing in Indy early and stirs up trouble. She means well, but what she doesn’t know could hurt Steve. And Eddie.

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Mandy was positively buzzing. “I can’t believe our dads went to school together!” she told Edie at lunch. “That’s so cool. I guess I never really thought about how they knew each other.”

Edie shook her head. “Yeah, because it’s so weird. My dad has always hated talking about high school. All he’ll say about it is how much of an ass he was and how he’d changed. So I guess it makes sense that I wouldn’t have heard of people from those days. I mean other than, you know, all of Dad’s other friends.”

Robin, Nancy and Jonathan, Dustin. They all knew Dad in when he was in  high school, but they never really talked about it. Not really.  

Harri picked at his sandwich. “Dad doesn’t like talking about high school either. The only thing he’ll talk about is his D&D club, The Hellfire Club and the fact that he left Hawkins because of a witch hunt that almost cost him his life.”

Edie and Mandy nodded. That had tracked with what their fathers had told them.

Kenny shifted nervously in his seat. “Now I feel left out...”

Mandy threw her arm around him and kissed his cheek. “You’ll still be the best keyboardist this stupid town as ever seen.”

Kenny giggled. “Yeah okay.”

“Love you, Kenny,” she said with a grin.

Kenny blushed. “I love you too.”

Edie cooed. “There’s just something so special about a lesbian and her male straight best friend.”

Kenny picked up his roll and threw it at her. “Fuck off!”

Edie giggled. They chatted all throughout lunch, but toward the end, she realized that Harri had been silent the whole time.

“Hey, H-man,” she said bumping his shoulder. “What’s up?”

Harri shrugged. “I don’t know. I just have this feeling that there is something deeper between our dads than what we can see on the surface.”

“Yeah,” Edie said with a sigh. “They went to school together, became friends, and then what? Never spoke to each other again for twenty years? There is something that doesn’t add up.”

Mandy nodded. “I can ask my dad. I think he’d be more willing to talk about it then Mr Munson and Mr Harrington would.”

“That sounds great,” Edie agreed. “I’m going to go do some digging into Dad’s high school days and see what I can turn up. And maybe pump Aunt Robin for info. She loves talking.”

Harri just sat there with his head hanging between his hunched shoulders. “It’s just after Papa died, Dad has been so closed off from everyone else for so long, throwing himself into work. And now suddenly he’s out here and...I don’t know.”

Edie rubbed his back. “I know. It’s just so sudden and scary and it’s like we didn’t know our dads at all.”

Harri nodded. “I mean I knew that there was this part of his life that he could never talk about, but this feels different from that. That shit, whatever it was, was scary, but this just feels...sad.”

They settled into an uneasy silence until the bell rang to go to their next class.

*

When Edie got home from school she could hear raised voices coming from the kitchen.

“I just don’t like how he just swanned back into your life,” Aunt Robin was huffing.

“So he moved back to Indy,” Steve replied. “It’s not a big deal.”

“The hell it’s not, Steve,” she snapped. “Did you know he was in town?”

Edie heard her dad sigh. “No and I don’t care either.”

“Did Jeff know?” Robin growled.

“Probably,” Steve conceded. “And as I didn’t ask, I didn’t expect him to tell me. It’s a large school, Robin. The likelihood of our kids becoming friends was astronomical.”

“Not with both of you still friends with Jeff it wasn’t,” she argued back.

“She met him in her art class, Robs,” Steve said. “She probably didn’t even realize that Mandy and Harri knew each other. This isn’t the vast conspiracy you are making it out to be.”

“Steve!” Robin cried.

And that was when Edie decided to make her presence known. “Hey, Dad.”

Steve and Robin turned to her in shock.

“Edie!” Robin cried. “Hey, sweetie!”

Edie gave her a hug. “I thought you weren’t coming until the weekend.”

Robin looked at Steve sidelong. “Let’s just say there was an emergency.”

Steve threw his arms in the air in frustration. “Eddie coming back into my life is NOT an emergency.”

Edie slid into her spot at the counter. “Oh? Do tell.”

Steve glared at Robin for putting him on the spot. “Edmond Munson is my greatest, what if...okay? I didn’t realize I had had a crush on him until after his band got the record deal and moved to California. It is what it is. I met your mother and the rest is history.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “More like your parents threw her at you.”

Edie winced. She had never met Clint and Marilyn Harrington but Dad’s friends didn’t like them.

“Hey!” Steve growled. “She played the role of sweet and caring all too well, or do I need to remind you that you had a crush on her, too?”

Robin flushed angrily. “You promised you would never bring that up!”

“Yeah well,” Steve bit out, “that was before you decided one ten minute encounter with someone I haven’t seen in twenty years was enough to cut out of work early and fly out today!”

He stormed out of the kitchen in a huff.

“Steve!” Robin called after him but he didn’t even so much as slow his steps. She turned to Edie. “Where do you think he’s gone?”

Edie shrugged. “His bedroom probably. He had a migraine yesterday and this definitely didn’t help that.”

Robin deflated. “He didn’t tell me that...”

“What did he tell you?” Edie asked leaning on her intertwined fingers and batting her eyelashes.

Robin sighed. “Only that Eddie’s son recently joined your band and that he had come over to the house to pick him up.”

“So leaving out aaaalllll the salient bits,” she said with a secret smile.

Robin narrowed her eyes. “And just what do you know, Miss Thing?”

Edie pursed her lips and tapped them with her forefinger. “If Dad wanted you to know, you would. But let’s just say...” and she made sparkles with her fingers and mouthed the word ‘boom,’ like fireworks. “On both sides.”

Robin’s eyebrows went up. “Both?”

“Oh yeah,” Edie said. “You remember how Kyle looked when Dad and he started dating?”

Robin nodded.

“Mr Munson looked just. Like. That.” Edie jumped off the stool and patted Robin on the shoulder. “I don’t know their history, and maybe it’s better that I don’t. But if you fuck this up for Dad, I’ll tell him about the chocolate ice cream incident.”

Robin’s jaw dropped in shock. “You wouldn’t dare!”

Edie grinned. Steve had this favorite light blue sweater that was so soft and perfect for when he had migraines because it never interfered with his aversion to touch. Everyone liked stealing it because it was so comfy. About three years ago, Robin spilled chocolate ice cream on it while she was wearing it and the stain never came out. He mourned that sweater. And it was Edie who had caught heat for it.

“Let this...” Edie said, waving her hand around, “whatever it is run its natural course. Don’t interfere and I won’t tell him. But if you try and fuck this up for them...Dad gets told.”

Robin glared at her. “Why is this so important to you anyway?”

“Because for the first time in years,” Edie said, glaring right back, “Dad woke up the day after a migraine being able to function. And I don’t care what was the cause, but it obviously had something to do with that man. And if Dad’s life improves by even the smallest...” she held up her finger and thumb close together, “tinsiest bit then I won’t let anyone fuck that up. No matter who they are.”

Edie stormed off to her room to sulk. She had never been so mad at Aunt Robin before, but she had upset Dad and that put her in Edith Harrington’s bad books as far she was concerned.

*

Robin buried her head into her hands and sighed. All right, so maybe she had overreacted a bit. But Eddie coming back into Steve’s life was a big deal. Like huge.

She pulled out her cell phone and pressed and held the number five.

“Robin!” Dustin said brightly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

She sighed heavily.

“If this is about Steve or Eddie,” Dustin bit out, “I will bill you for therapy.”

“So you have been in contact with the weasel!” Robin said triumphantly.

“You call Eddie that again and I’ll hang up.”

Robin thudded her head on the counter. “Why is everyone taking his side in this? He hurt Steve!”

“You know,” Dustin said. “I’ve never been able to figure that one out. How did Eddie hurt Steve?”

Robin threw her free hand in the air in frustration. “He left. Just as Steve was starting to find his footing with Eddie, he just up and left. Steve still won’t talk about what happened between the night before Corroded Coffin left for Cali but two weeks after that he’s thrown his lot back into with his parents. You know, the people that have done nothing but hurt Steve his whole life?”

“Holy shit,” Dustin said. “You don’t know.”

There was silence on the line for a couple of minutes before:

“Fuck.”

“What don’t I know, Dustin?” Robin begged. “Tell me please.”

“I can’t, Robbie,” he said quietly. “It’s not my story to tell. Look, I want to tell you. God. This makes so much twisted sense. Eddie didn’t hurt Steve. And Steve didn’t mean to hurt Eddie. It wasn’t intentional. But you know Eddie, he can hold grudge like no one else.”

Robin lifted her head from the counter. “Edie thinks that I should just butt out and let this thing play out on its own.”

Dustin hummed. “I’m with her on this one. But talk to Steve. Ask him the questions you have instead of assuming Eddie was in the wrong, okay?”

Robin sighed. “Yeah, of course. I’ve got some serious grovelling to do.”

“Yes you do,” Dustin agreed. “And I’m sending you my bill for this session of therapy.”

Robin laughed. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll pay your damn bill.”

“Bye, Robbie,” he said and hung up.

She bang her head against the counter top again.

Fuck.

***

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[leonasbunny]

— LEONA X FEM!BUNNY READER ˗ˋˏ♡ ˎˊ˗

• general, soft fluffy headcanons jwjwjw >:)) !!

because our hubby needs it ;3 !!

mentions of : sexual themes, predator-prey relationship, general fluffy stuff and mentions is angst then and there !!

“ If you only knew how much you meant to me, Kingscholar.. The things I’d do for you, the very galaxies and stars i’d lay before your feet if I could.. If only I could grab the very essence of life itself and pour it down onto the spring meadows we both lumber our sleep upon, I’d fill the fields with flowers for us to run across on and rift ourselves away with our bodies and mind swayed away.. Just you n’ me, Leona.”

He felt his heart skip a heat, thundering with passion with cupids arrow struck into his heart; piercing through the skin and tissue and straight into his veins.

Leona, the prideful lion who couldn’t give an ounce, not even two shits, about being affectionate and all; he couldn’t be easily swayed with words, nor could he easily be swooned with smirks. but you, Herbivore? Oh, darling you have no idea what you do to him.

He’s speechless, breathless, he wants to fucking pick you up and kiss the life out of you with all your heart and his too. Leona; whom had never been thought to be considered someone worthy; only knew that he was worthy to himself. His narcissism grew and grew, yet when you said that; everything fell..

He was no longer dawned on the thought that people should beckon to him, but instead- he found himself drawing nearer towards you.. Expressionless as he cups your little, squishy face and leans in with his warm, hot breath touching your skin and leaking softly from the scent of his perfume cascading your senses..

“The fuck’re you sayin’ herbivore? Are ya really trying to test me, huh? Little bunny. Tch, come here, cutie.”

Leona picks you up, grabbing the soft flesh of your thighs as he pushes you into a heavy kiss; regarding with you whimpering under the lions touch. A frightful bunny shouldn’t have said such a beautiful thing.. unless the little herbivore wants a taste of what it’s like to be the queen beside him..~

Leona, all jokes aside, loves it.. he really does. His ears perk up and his blush is so much more evident, as such as his flushed appearance. He can’t believe he’s ever hear something like that.. but given it’s you, he should’ve expected it. But can you blame him for being surprised?

Shadowed in the Afterglow Savannah by his own brother; much to the citizens disapproval of the second brother of Farena, he was looked down upon. Leona didn’t come out unscathed and untouched, frankly- he suffered through the hell of his childhood being second all his life. Thrown away by the country, wasted off from the Savannah. Though he stood firm, bearing a scar on his eye; trauma from neglect and love and affection of those around him and his palace courts-men.

But you, little bunny? You’re healing him. You’re healing his wounds, but even so the scars still remain and linger in his memory, you’re wiping the wounds off his body, erasing every fragment of a bad touch left in his figure. You found the key to his heart, and he utterly adores you for staying with him all these months..

One day, he hopes to take you to his home, and marry you there. Marriage is something you two haven’t talked about, given the early stages of your relationship. But he knows you inside and out, he knows you’re innocent, and even more so; more gorgeous than any girl he’s ever met. I’d say he’d propose to you anytime, anywhere regardless of the situation you’re in or wherever you are.

Leona doesn’t like to admit it, but he genuinely is afraid of losing you, his bunny. His darling herbivore. Leona thoroughly hates showing such weakness towards you. He knows you’re capable of taking care of yourself, especially given the fact women are highly respected back in his home kingdom; and you’re a very independent little bunny.. but hints of fear are given anytime Leona starts fearing you may be stolen away and he will be left with nothing once again.

It will never happen though, you promised him it wouldn’t. You love him with all your given heart, and he believes and trusts your word; and he will never admit any of the things he feels deep down; but he wants you to know that he does care. He does love you, but he’s unsure of how to give you that love.

Guide him through the relationship. Your big lion belongs to you, and you only. And he believes belong him, in a respectful manner of course.

But he knows the basics of dating, he’s had enough experience thirdwheeling Farena and his wife to have his heart stripped off the title of becoming King, thanks to his adorable little nephew. So of course, he knows quite a bit. He will give you expensive things; and no matter what you give him, expensive or cheap, he treasures it.

Made a picture frame of you and him? Expect it to be sitting beside his bed table next to his lamp so he can wake up to seeing your beautiful face every morning.

Made a bracelet out of cheap jewellery? He doesn’t care, he thinks it actually looks pretty good and cute. He will wear it, much to Ruggie’s teasing and soft remarks.

But he does it to show that he does care. And he hopes you do know that..

Leona believes that in a predator and prey relationship, he should mark you as his. Sex is one thing, but another is fully marking your neck; aka— him biting you and actually making a small, open wound in your neck. Hickeys are to be expected every single time in the relationship, regardless if you two are sexual or not.

He will grab you gently by the waist while you’re continuing to do whatever you’re doing; and press his body against you whilst biting your neck softly with kisses and affectionate nips. After all, can you blame this lion for wanting a little taste of his own food?

He will tend to go a bit overboard and end up leaving your neck with hickeys all over; slight drops of blood then and there. If you enjoy that sort of thing like he does then HWJSJWJSUWJ eXpeCt it to happen a lot whenever you’re spending time with him.

Whenever you’re in public spaces in school, you two are holding hands and he just doesn’t give a shit whoever throws a glance then and there. What’s there to be ashamed about? You’re dating. You are something these boys could never have even if they wished. A perfect wifey, motherly figure for Leona. A soft little bunny to wife over the big sleepy lion.

Leona loves the dynamic between you two, and so do you. You will be beside the Savanaclaw trio a lot, staying with Ruggie and hanging out with Jack. Leona trusts them that they’d look after you, given his orders. Especially since you’re a helpless little herbivore thrown out into a pack of wild predators within the school.

But he does tend to be a little jealous then and there, so please don’t mind him whenever you four are hanging out somewhere in his school and his tail tends to give you a little squeeze in your thigh, every so now and then. It’s just his way of being protective and showing the fact that you’re his, nobody else’s. And he is yours to do whatever you please.

He’s not uncomfortable with a lot really, so have free reign to do whatever you like. He struggles with public affection but if you like it, then he’ll let his pride slip. But oh boy, if you’re in private quarters or behind locked doors; you best know you’re not escaping his grasp. He’ll be hella affectionate to you, grinding against you and marking his scent on you.

Whether you like your relationship to be strictly romantic and slightly sexual, or mostly sexual and somewhat romantic, Leona honestly just doesn’t give a shit. He just wants to be with his bunny.

Speaking of which, your ears and tail is what he adores so much about you. His little herbivore is so freaking cute!!! He loves squishing you gently sometimes, touching your tail shaking softly and he loves touching your ears.

Please touch his as well! They’re sensitive but it’s a sign that you trust him. He loves you, dear sweetheart. He wants to be intimate with you, romantically. And he wants nothing more than to be soft and fluffy with you,, truthfully it makes him forget about his past; the future

You make him focus on the present..

.. ❤️🍓❤️

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[spacedlexi]

Wait, people think Carver is the best TWDG villain?? I always thought he was basic as hell, and the fact that he was beefing with an 11-years old girl... Now Stranger on the other hand was great, he was super intimidating and off-putting and I was genuinely so scared he would hurt Clementine. I also liked Minnie for the same reasons (she was so creepy/off-putting), but I still think Stranger is the best villain bc he had a great setup while Minnie was kind of a secondary villain. But going back to Lilly/Carver, I also definitely prefer Lilly over Carver even though neither are my favorite... And now I'm kind of curious how you would rank the rest of the TWDG villains? 🤔

carver being the best villain is a sentiment ive heard for years 😭 im sure its coming from the "S2 is the best season" crowd tho which i also dont agree with 💀

the stranger is an effective villain. hes not exactly the typical villain type people expect. but hes very unsettling and him stalking clementine for who even knows how long through the walkie talkie is 🤢 he really makes me feel sick. she was using that talkie to deal with the loss of her parents, and this fucking creep took advantage of that so hard he was able to convince her to trust him. ugh he makes me feel so gross. and think of all the guilt clem must have about that situation. trusting this freak to help her find her parents, when if she had just stayed then lee wouldnt have gotten bit looking for her, and her parents were already dead the entire time anyway. oof. theres no way that isnt one of the biggest regrets of her life

carver is fine. i definitely think his character wouldve made more sense if they put kenny in that role instead. that way theres less "i am a grown man beefing with an 11 year old" and more "this is a child i helped look out for once, and im gonna make sure shes raised Right". but i agree that carver as he is is just over the top. overly villainous to the point of it being a little comical. like when villains are all tough like that my reaction is usually "god i WISH youd fucking kill me already so i dont have to hear your bullshit anymore do you know how GOOFY you sound??". if it was kenny in that role i definitely think they wouldve been able to tone it back a bit, and him "having a good side" wouldve been way more believable. as he is carver is kind of one note

joan.... definitely the weakest of the bunch. i dont really have much to say about her. david isnt even technically a villain but i definitely saw him as the better antagonist for the season. i mean hes definitely a villain in clems eyes. and is a constant semi-antagonist towards javi throughout the whole season. joans just kinda.. there.. doing things behind the scenes to cause conflict until the final confrontation. and then she can just disappear... okay

i like the way the antagonists work in S4. theres more of a discussion around what actually makes someone a villain and the difference between a person who fucked up and made (very horrible) mistakes, and a person who is straight up a threat. and i like that it connects back to the idea of lee and his murder of that senator. did he do something horrible? yes. did he destroy his relationship to his family? yes. does he regret what he did? i think so. and he definitely has guilt about his fucked up relationship with his wife. in S1 they mention how non-guilty people got sent to prison all the time. while lee is Definitely a murderer, we get to see over the season that hes a good guy who just wanted a family and in a moment of rage and betrayal did something he can never take back. this is why i never hated marlon. did he fuck up and do horrible things? of course. but he was a scared fucked up teen leading a group of other scared fucked up teens. he knows he fucked up, and continued fucking up to cover for his previous fuck ups lol. but he can be talked down. its a shame it ends the way it does, but i really like being able to teach aj the difference between people like marlon and people like lilly

lilly takes that kenny/carver idea and applies it to a clementine that has grown up and has been looking out for herself (and baby aj) for years now, instead of the 11 year old trying to figure shit out she was in S2. shes too old for lilly to be able to sway her in a way she couldve been more susceptible to in S2, and when lilly finally realizes this she just turns her attention to aj instead, seeing the potential in him (a potential clem does NOT want aj to live up to, wanting him to get to be a kid and not just a survivor, let alone a killer). lilly is fun because you can see in her that she WANTS clementine on her side, and throughout the season progressively realizes that its just never going to happen. both lilly AND clem come to the realization that this person they once considered family is beyond reason, their views too different, and so the fighting begins. their fight at the end of EP3 really feels like a "so its finally come to this" moment for both of them, their final fight. i always shoot her.

whats interesting about minnie is seeing her evolve from secondary antagonist in EP3 to straight up primary villain in EP4. the things shes done, the way shes been broken. she becomes her own downfall, seeing herself as someone beyond redemption. that this is just who she is now, its how things have to be. because if they didnt have to be this way? well then theres a lot more guilt she'd have to deal with. yelling at her in EP4 to just STOP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YOU DONT HAVE TO DO THIS ANYMORE but she has been changed (in her eyes) so irreparably that she cant see any other option. and she progressively sees clem as the one who fucked everything up for her, instead of accepting that it could all finally be OVER. after killing sophie, the delta was all she had left. it cant have all been for nothing. and so she blames clem for taking it all away from her, even tho clem is just trying to protect her family. the family that used to be minnies. and so in her rage she gets bit. something else that she couldve avoided. but shes just too lost to her own downward spiral, unable to be reasoned with. by that point she just wants it all to be Over. and she wants to take tenn with her so she can finally pretend things can all go back to the way they used to be. her, sophie, tenn, and their parents all together again, where no more bad things have to happen to them. shes super tragic and i love her for that. and i love how she holds this dark mirror up to clem. clem struggles to let go of her past too, and the guilt she has over the things shes done and people shes hurt. and that if she cant learn to let go and move on she could get lost to it the same way minnie did. theres a reason clem is so quick to accept her fate, but shes finally able to leave that guilt holding her to her past behind in that barn. and she returns to ericson a much happier and lighter person, so much weight finally lifted from her shoulders. its finally over for her too

so yeah. my fave villains are definitely the S4 ones due to their nuance and layers. then the stranger, then carver, then joan. if i had to put david on this list he'd probably be above carver. but thats mainly because he has more nuance than carver ever did

#S4 addressing themes of rehabilitation makes me sooo happy #twdg #long as post be upon you #replies with lexi #incognito

[bite-sized-devil]

♡ ,☆, & ൠ for Beelzebub?

Fuck yes anon! Thank you for choosing Beel 💕

Character Headcanons

Beelzebub

♡ - romantic headcanon:

He didn't know why he kept feeling this fluttering in his stomach. It started around the time you arrived in the devildom, maybe he has another parasite? His twin wasn't around to tell him not to eat bad food.

He noticed it grew worse the closer he was to you, did he want to eat you? Was that it? Avoiding you was his only option, Lucifer was very adamant that you weren't to be eaten.

Why was he thinking about you so often? He started thinking of ways he would eat you to distract the ache he felt when he chose not to be around you. But even in those day dreams his stomach was uneasy, and why did they never end up with you being eaten?

In one he was slathering you in butter, you were smiling up at him when he looked at you. Your pretty eyes staring at him as if he held the moon, it made him physically blush. When he looked away from imaginary you he noticed it was sunscreen he was rubbing onto your skin, he'd taken you to the beach. What the hell was going on!

He desperately needs Belphie to talk to about this, but he's up in the human realm right now.

He ends up breaking at the breakfast table one morning, you'd offered him the rest of your toast when you'd noticed he looked a bit off. Standing up abruptly, slamming his hands on the table leaning across at you yelling. "What is it with you! Why can't I get you out of my head!"

Lucifer pulled him aside after you and the rest of his brothers had gone to RAD. He was a little shocked when his eldest brother told him that he obviously had a crush on you. A crush? But it feels so different from the crushes he's had in the past.

He ends up skipping RAD that day. Instead he finds himself in your room, lying on your bed. Your scent is strongest there, he falls asleep on your pillow holding one of your sleep shirts in his hand.

The dreams he has are of you like usual, they start off sweet and comfortable. But the image of your scared face keeps resurfacing in his dreams. It wakes him, he needs to make things right with you.

Sitting up suddenly, he notices you're sleeping form beside him. You've obviously fallen asleep waiting for him to wake up. There is a plate of uneaten food on your beside table. Did he miss dinner? Did you get that for him?

He glanced down at you to find you looking up at him. You don't look scared, there is something in your eyes that he's seen before but only in his dreams. Do you feel the same way he does?

"You're awake, you missed dinner so I bought you back some... Beel, I'm so sorry if my living here has caused you any-" He cuts you off with a kiss before you can finish.

Fear floods his stomach when you don't kiss him back straight away. But when he feels your arms wrap around his waist and start to pull him down towards you the fear is replaced with a new feeling. It's similar to hunger but for the first time it's not food he wants. It's you, all of you.

☆ - happy headcanon:

One of his happiest memories is when you and Belphie surprised him with a trip to the human world to a do a pub crawl but instead of pubs it was burger joints. His favourite food and his two favourite people, he can't think of anything better.

ൠ - random headcanon:

Beel likes to do morning yoga in his boxer briefs. The morning you found that out was one of your favourites. He was mid cat pose when you opened the door, his perky ass on full display. You just about got a blood nose, luckily you didn't though, you would have hated to excuse yourself and miss out on the show.

Hope you liked this anon 💞 sorry I went overboard with that first headcanon, it's Beel though, can you blame me?

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