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ohbaby-here-we-go-again · 4 months

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The Taz Skylar situation

Hey folks, I know people have been posting about this already, but I’d thought I’d throw in my two cents - I’m not trying to change anyone’s mind, I’m just throwing my thoughts out into the internet because, well, this is tumblr and that’s kind of what we do here.

Imma preface this by saying I haven’t done a deep dive into what’s going on with the taz situation, because honestly I have better things to do. But from what I’ve seen the main issue was Taz did a fundraiser for the British Red Cross, and then when it was brought up that they’re apparently supporting Israel he poorly handled the situation, specifically with a tweet he made (included below).

If you continue reading, please note, I personally am giving Taz the benefit of the doubt here. And hence will have my biases in regards to the situation.

The Red Cross Fundraiser

The Red Cross is a humanitarian aid charity, it’s supposed to help people, so I can understand how someone, with good intentions, looking to donate to a charity, would end up picking them - particularly as they’re very well known.

When it comes to the Red Cross supporting Israel, I tried looking into it and got a lot conflicting claims. Some saying they were supporting Palestine, some saying they were supporting Israel, so I can’t speak to the morality of Red Cross as an organisation at the moment (if you have links to specific articles and details feel free to add them on this post).

So personally in regards to the fundraiser, I think it would be unfair to say Taz was specifically aiming to support Israel, or to claim that he condones Israel’s actions because of the fundraiser.

That being said, you should always do research into charities you choose to support, whether you’re a regular person or a celebrity, to make sure (as much as you can) that the money you’re sending over is actually doing what you intended it to. Hopefully this is something Taz will have learned from this situation, and will consider more moving forward.

The Tweet

As for the tweet he made, which was potentially (but I don’t believe confirmed to be) in regard to the fundraiser….Personally, I feel it came off as quite ignorant.

Now while again I am giving taz the benefit of the doubt in terms of his overall beliefs and intentions, that doesn’t mean I can’t be critical of choices he makes. And choosing to make a vague tweet about “different opinions” being “okay” because sometimes people “see things differently,” when people are saying you support a genocide…was not a good choice. And specifically, ending it by saying “If you go to war with everyone who differs in opinion, we’d all be at war with everyone all the time” given the context of the situation, to me felt like an ignorant and quite insensitive thing to say.

Now, given that taz stated on his Instagram story (I believe prior to the tweet) that what he was doing was, “really not” a “political statement” and that he just wanted “to start [the] year off with something positive” I’m hoping the different opinions tweet was intended to be in the realm of ‘hey man, make love not war. We should like just like, listen to each other more and be kind✌️’ Rather than the ‘let’s agree to disagree. I’m entitled to my opinion’ shit we’ve seen particularly associated with right wing ideology in recent years.

I’m hoping taz (poorly) tweeted with the former sentiment in mind. Based on the fact he went on to say in that same story that he “[hoped] that this year can be one where everyone comes together a lot more” and has in the past tweeted that it “Takes the same energy to dig a grave as it does to build a shelter” and that we should “dig less graves and build more shelters.” This, in addition to his work and donations to charities for (I believe) several years prior to this, and prior to OPLA, is wat makes me hesitant to say Taz is in support of Israel based on this situation.

And while he’s has now deleted the tweet, I hope it wasn’t just because of a negative reaction, but because he has reflected on what he said and how he said it.

Additional Claims

Now I know some people have also brought up that he follows a few actors who are zionists (I haven’t looked into it so I don’t know how accurate those claims are) but to me unless he comes out and says he’s in support of them and their beliefs, I’m not going to use this as a accurate way of knowing what Taz believes. Because honestly, as someone who doesn’t spend a lot of time on social media myself, I miss a lot of stuff in regard to which actor is currently being a piece of shit. And I wouldn’t want people to judge my morals based on the fact that at some point, I followed some celebrity on social media.

Conclusion

End of the day I don’t think it’s fair or truthful to say Taz has ‘come out as a zionist’ nor do I think it’s productive to say he’s some totally ‘innocent sweetheart who didn’t do anything wrong,’ because….he’s literally just some dude. I know up until this point he’s kinda been characterise on the internet as this like, great, sweet, dedicated, hardworking, boyfriend material guy, and I’m not saying that those qualities were attributed to him out of nowhere, but he’s also just a human being. He will make mistakes. But just like all of us he has the ability to reflect and grow, and just like all of us he should be given the chance to do so - though remember, leaving space for someone to grow as a human being is not the same as coddling them when they fuck up. Being critical of someone’s actions and holding them appropriately accountable is part of the process of growth.

Anyways moral of the story, celebrities are just people, make sure you don’t fall into the trap of parasocial love OR parascoial hate, and the world is always at least a bit shit, with people who will have shit beliefs, and it’s ok to be disappointed and speak out against that so long as you’re not treating it like a witch hunt.

This post was made on the 5th of February 2024, with the information I’ve gathered while scrolling on tumblr. My opinion on Taz Skylar is subject to change if new information is brought to my attention after it has been been posted.

As this is just a side blog, if you try to directly talk to me on this post I will not reply. Additionally, I’m not trying to start a debate so if you come to my blog to start and argument I will block you. Reminder I don’t really care what you think of Taz Skylar, it’s your life and your time bro. I’m just some rando rambling on the internet.

#taz skylar #sorry if this isn’t written very well I’m not a writer guys #also sorry it’s quite a chunk of text it ended up being a lot longer than I thought it was going to be

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millionsvash · 10 months

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Hey I saw from your pinned post that you're willing to write comfort regarding su*cidal thoughts (if I understood you correctly)? If that's the case, could I have some of that with Vash? My mental state has been on a downturn due to some environmental factors and I need a little extra help filling my head with good thoughts. (Don't worry about me btw I'm coping the best I can and sticking to what professionals have told me. This is more a little encouraging treat for me.) Feel free to delete this ask if I'm overstepping or if you're not up for it. I also hope you get some new glasses soon. I know how much it sucks to go without them like that. Have a great day.

You did read correctly! I just simply don't want to write anything that glorifies it as a good thing, or to make it seem like it's a good option. Help is always out there, and this is one fantastic way to get it. I hope this little story brightens you up! Resources will be listed at the bottom! Take care, anon. TW: Suicidal thoughts, mentions of natural death.

"Hey."

You hear a familiar voice calling out from behind you. It startles you just a bit. You'd been lost in thought, admiring the millions of stars in the night sky.

"Mind If I sit here?" Vash takes a seat on the edge of the rock next to you. You smirk just a bit at his impatience.

"You sat before I even gave my answer." You reply with a gentle chuckle. You would have said yes either way, so you choose to let his rash decision slide for now.

Vash grins at you with a toothy smile. You enjoy when his smiles are genuine. A selfless man who had the weight of the world on his shoulders, yet here he was taking the time to talk to you.

"...Were you going to do it?" He asks faintly, his smile fading as he rests his palms on his knees. He breathes a sigh of relief when you shake your head in reply.

"No, no. I just thought this was the best view of the night sky." You kick your dangling legs gently, watching them sway. "You could tell, couldn't you?"

The corner of his lip rises as an airy laugh escapes from him. "Sorry. I guess I've just picked up on your habits over time. You always seem to come to this spot when you're feeling that way."

Your eyes gloss over the countless diamonds decorating the night sky. You can't help but be in awe of their beauty. "It grounds me." You hesitantly replied.

Curiosity struck him. He hesitated to press you but ultimately left the choice up to you. "What do you mean?"

"Look at the sky." You move all around you. "Everything you see in the sky has a story." Your head shakes at how absurd it sounds to say it out loud. You opened your mouth to speak, but you were cut off.

"That's true." Vash interjected. "When people look up at the stars in the sky, they only think of them as objects, but even objects have a story to tell." He smiles at you before he continues.

"They can't feel human emotions, but that doesn't mean they haven't had experiences that shaped them. When two stars collide, they change, but we still find them just as beautiful, right?"

You chuckle a bit. "Where are you going with this?" A smile crosses your face.

He returns the smile, grabbing your hand. Your fingers lace together as you admire the stars together.

"I had a whole big speech prepared, but I think I'll get straight to the point. When you look at the stars, the stars look back at you. The universe is too large for you to ever find yourself alone. Even when your day comes, the stars will remember you." He smiles over at you, giving your hand a squeeze. "I'll tell the stars all about you. They'll be so jealous I have someone as cool as you around."

That gets a loud laugh from you, with a small snort escaping as you use your free hand to lightly punch his arm. The two of you laugh together, sharing a moment of peace.

"You may vanish one day, but the universe will never forget you." He says it softly before adding one more comment. "Everyday is a chance to make new memories and to leave your everlasting mark. So...stick around for a while, okay? I think you and I can make more memories than there are stars in the sky."

You two look each other in the eyes, feeling a special bond growing.

"You just spewed word garbage at me...but somehow, it all made sense. Thank you... I'd love to make as many memories as possible. Starting here."

"Let's just enjoy the night. It's not often you get a sky as clear as this." He points up with his free hand. "You can even see all the connections." An almost childish smile appeared on his face. "Rem used to tell me all about that."

You turned towards him before resting your head against his arm. "She did?" You pause. "Well, maybe you can tell me about them too."

Resources if you are in need of help: US: Call/Text 988. UK: 0800 689 5652

All forms of crisis lines for EVERY country can also be found here, including lines for things other than sui.cidal thoughts.

#trigun stampede #trigun #suicidal thoughts cw #death mention cw #vash #vash the stampede #Vash x Reader #Vash the Stampede x Reader #breakfast is served!

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mbav-obsessed · 1 year

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Sooo...I’m conflicted.....

TW: Grooming, grooming allegations

Okay, so I just wanna say something about Atticus’ allegations because it’s been a couple days now since finding out and I have thoughts. Ones that may have changed since my initial reaction. That, and I’ve been getting tons of anon questions regarding how I’ve been doing since then.

First off, I wanna say that people may not agree with what I’m about to say but HEAR ME THE FUCK OUT, OKAY? Please don’t immediately come for me and yell at me. Hear me out. Okay? Okay, here we go, long post ahead…….

If you’ve been following this blog for the last couple of days, you’ll know that I’ve decided to log back on here and see everything I’ve missed. That being said, you can probably imagine how shocked I was when I saw a post from someone else saying something along the lines of “Sooooo is Atticus just gonna ignore these allegations oooorrrrr….?” And I’m like “Hold the fuck up….what did I miss? WHAT ALLEGATIONS???!??!!” My jaw dropped and my heart shattered after looking it up and watching the victim’s two TikToks (the first was the initial one exposing him and the second one explaining how everything happened).

My immediate reactions were shock, anger, disappointment, disbelief....you name the negative emotion, I probably felt it. I even texted my sister and told her what was happening with proof.

My reaction was so strong because Atticus actually has responded to my comments on Instagram and Twitter multiple times over the past 9.5 years. They’re on here if you look DEEP through my archives. Nothing even close to how he responded to her, but he’s aware of my existence.

Now, I mention this because not only have I been one of his biggest fans since I was 14 (I’m now 25, turning 26 in less than a month), but I’m also in a wheelchair. In my mind, I was thinking That could have been me....I’m 2 years older than her, but he could have noticed the chair and targeted me....

Nobody has ever taken advantage of me like that, but that was the thought that went through my head because I know people can be sick and do that. I was just shocked that he would even have the audacity to talk to a 16 year old girl with THAT intention later on.

I unfollowed him on everything I had him on because why wouldn’t I? I even thought about deleting his music and MBAV off my devices.

It has been a couple days now and I’ve had time to cool down and really think. Now, I want to say that I in NO WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM CONDONE WHAT HE DID. Because NOBODY in their 20s, no matter who they are, should ever be trying to flirt with an underaged kid, let alone a 16 year old. I also 100% believe the victim and my heart goes out to her, and I hope she continues to heal.

(Now for the part people may attack me on.....) With all of that being said...I want to give Atticus the benefit of the doubt. I hate what he did, it bothers the hell out of me, but as far as we know, he hasn’t done it to anyone else. Once is still disgusting, so I’ll probably still back off and not support him as much as I did before to keep my guard up, but I don’t think I’m going to cancel him completely.

For example, I’m still gonna watch the upcoming 3rd season of The Hardy Boys when it comes out but that’s because I’m already invested in the show, and it’ll be the last season. Same if anything ever comes up for My Babysitter’s a Vampire because come on, why the fuck wouldn’t I?! However, I will not be going out of my way to spend money on his content (his music, his movies or shows if I can’t stream them, etc). Same goes for here, like, I might reblog or make something related to a show or movie he’s in, but not actually him (interviews and whatnot). However, this may also change as time goes on or if he fucks up more.

So yeah. I’m conflicted. TL;DR: I absolutely hate what Atticus did and am disgusted by it, but I’m not outright cancelling him for it while still keeping my guard up.

You guys can do whatever. Cancel him completely or not, I get it and I support you

#Atticus Dean Mitchell #Atticus Mitchell #Long rant

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clydesavage-thefox147 · 10 months

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Okay, I owe a formal apology. I am sorry for everything I've said in regards to Thomas' new look. This is my 3rd time apologizing for this. Like I've said before I've struggled with the concept of change for a long time and I'm pretty sure we all have. And I'm pretty sure a lot of us were a bit jostled by Thomas' new change. But, I've come around and I am not as against it as I once was. I have deleted past posts and will attempt to be quiet in this specific matter. I know I have little to no say on this matter but I can still have my opinions/suggestions in mind. I understand why Thomas chose to buzz his hair and I'm glad that the rash has finally started to heal for him. I recall him saying it wasn't a permanent choice in the updates but if it is then, I'll have to adjust. If he keeps the beard then, I'll just have to adjust I guess, just like he'll have to. Like we all had too.

Again I am sorry for all of the comments I've said that hurt Thomas and anyone else about this topic. But, I still stand by the fact that the fandom needs to fix itself, it's been getting extremely toxic lately and I feel like it's going to get worse until it gets better again...which I hope it will soon.

If this apology isn't enough of you..then I will literally offer a blood sacrifice if you ever so wanted.

So again...I am sorry. Thomas, if you ever read this...I desperately wish I could hug you right now and bawl my eyes out into your shirt. I know you'll never forgive me probably..and I don't blame you. I've made mistakes but so have you. So, I hope we can put this all past us and hopefully put an end to this discourse. I love you Thomas. 💜

#sanders sides #sanders sides fandom #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #fanders #roleslaying with roman #cartoon therapy #apology #forgive and forget #forgive me #ts criticism #ts sides #ts shorts

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Hi! If you don't mind me hop on the train of asks that's been going on - I want to ask one thing.

You say: 'it doesn't matter if Roche is racist or not. It doesn't really solve the politics of the factional warfare', but how exactly it doesn't? Is it not important, if the extermination of elves is not motivated by racism, and how it can furthermore make him realize how evil his job was pre-tw3 and change for the better?

From what I've seen in your Ves meta, you seem to be putting more weight and value on her, in regards of her motivations, than you do with Roche. Which seems to me like motivation does matter to you. I just don't understand how it can't be the case with him.

They're both pretty much do the same job, and they're a part of the racist military, but both of them are not motivated by racial bigotry.

And if you're going to make an argument 'but Ves didn't choose her job and doesn't take pleasure working under him', keep in mind that if Roche did offer Ves to serve in the military, the decision to stay was decided herself:

Ves: I'm a soldier because I do it well.

Geralt: Ever dreamed of a different life?

Ves: Finch, our marksman, once tried farming. But he just didn't have the hands for it.

Bet he'd get me right between the eyes from eighty paces off.

Ves: A hundred. I've tried cooking, darning, smiling like a doll, serving beer in a tavern. None of my things.

Her not being racist doesn't resolve the conflict she's been part of, but it can essentially make her reconsider her actions and future goals. Same with Roche.

If we're also talking about their moral compassion, and how Ves exceeds Roche in that sense, it's worth considering that the whole situation with the village - was the only instants of insubordination. She disobeyed because in her eyes Roche was acting out of character. Not because she was questioning his leadership. Even Geralt is surprised and doesn't understand why, an idealist like him, would not help those villagers? And that's obviously not because he didn't care. But because he had to maintain the fragile alliance with Nilfgaard. And Ves was not aware of that. After the whole situation is resolved, Ves still remains at his side. She didn't leave (although honestly the quest writing was dogshit. Roche should've told Ves the plan way earlier. She's his most important person and second in command, whoever wrote that quest).

Roche is a terrible guy, you can see it even at first glance, but if Ves was mindfully judging his leadership, then why didn't she do it before? Why didn't she leave him when Roche officially disbanded the Blue Stripes? Abandoning those innocent people wasn't the only terrible thng he has ever done, and if Ves intended to lead her own warfare without him, then she would've done it by now. Maybe she stayed because Roche is her only family and a father figure, but I don't think she would put her feelings above her morality.

She's as Roche a soldier. A soldier by will. And as him she burdens a lot of sins on her back. But I think I got carried away.

The point I was trying to make: Roche and Ves are both soldiers and share mutual sins, but it doesn't mean that both of them can't make up for the mistakes and change for the better. And the way they can redeem themselves - is to make the military less fascist.

My ask is a bit choppy but hope I got the point across. Not trying to be mean or rude. Just wanted to share my thoughts.

Thanks these are all great points! To get right into it I do actually think my arguments have been inconsistent, I’ll try to clear it up here. Also, I think that the post you’re referencing where I talk about Ves’ moral differences to Roche is almost a year old, and I’ve since evolved some of my thoughts on that, so I’m not surprised that it contradicts my more recent answers, sorry for the confusion though, maybe I should delete older asks. Also, however serious my tone may sound here, I'm not trying to correct or argue with you!! Pls don't think that, I'm just trying to make my stances on things as clear as I can.

TLDR attempt: the blue stripes upheld and inflicted racial oppression, to me that makes them racists, to others it doesn't because the racist actions were not motivated by racist beliefs. I disagree, but either way, they could still receive character growth and repent (highly doubt CDPR would do this, or do it well). However, writing that story would need a great deal of care, and hopefully the victim's voices, viewpoints, and empowerment would be centered, not the oppressor's past justifications - however one may define or interpret those justifications. (although it would still need to be discussed, esp in preventative work ie: how do we change societal norms and opinions so that this never happens again?)

and a more full explanation below the cut:

On the question of the racism perpetrated by the Blue Stripes (HAVE to mention that I don’t ever consider myself an authority here, im white, im an american, thats a very skewed perspective that is worthy of interrogation) what I meant more was that I don’t think the /debate/ over Roche’s status as a racist is constructive, because it always focuses on various definitions of racism or in-universe logic as opposed to the actual narrative, or intention of the writers.

Is it not important, if the extermination of elves is not motivated by racism, and how it can furthermore make him realize how evil his job was pre-tw3 and change for the better?

I think what I've failed to articulate is that I don't see anyone arguing motive or backstory, and neither am I. Roche's (and Ves) stated and observable character motivations behind his crimes were the protection of his country and those that he cares for. That’s the story we have to work with, that would most realistically be the groundwork for a redemption arc. It WOULD be different and matter if he was motivated and called to action by bigoted hate, but we know that he is not, so let’s not worry about that hypothetical for now.

With that in mind, it’s the debate over whether or not to label him a racist that I find to be leading to a dead end. I personally think that no matter Roche's motivations, he found it within himself to justify racially motivated war crimes, and that makes him a racist. I’ve seen other people say ‘no, he’s not a racist, he just ended up doing racist things because he wanted to protect his country, and it was impossible for him not to fight back against the Scoiatael.’ I don't agree, yet if we take either route, I think we both end up being met with the same questions of:

How would one go about delivering reparations for, or even just addressing a history of war crimes such as this one? How do ex-fascists seek recovery in the real world and what would it look like here? Why would Temeria, not Nilfgaard be a better ally to non-humans post-war? What would be the most respectful way to structure a story that tried to repair temeria's relationship with non-humans given how heavy and personal some of this subject matter is? How would the generational gap between Roche and Ves affect their respective character arcs? Is that even a story worth telling? What would a sympathetic tone to a redemption arc for these two be telling the audience about fascists?

like, as I mentioned, I think the overall narrative surrounding Roche’s character is one of a traumatized, propaganda-ridden solider from an impoverished background - there’s some probably sympathy to be found there, there’s potential character growth and discussion to be had, but to me … why does also acknowledging that his character’s past is one of ongoing racism change anything or render the redemption arc more or less distasteful? (this is not really me arguing that he NEEDS or deserves a redemption arc, just talking about the questions posed) It seems like people want to keep the ‘racist’ label off of fictional characters who aren't explicit villains so that positive discussions of them are less uncomfortable, but here, we’re still talking about someone who would likely have sat through a genocide so what are we trying to define away? Roche would need to atone for his racist actions, and is that not his own racism?

side note: I'm talking about myself here, I was sort of vague in my last ask where I stated that I believe Roche is a racist, and I should not have been.

Does that make sense? Idk. I’m mostly agreeing with you, and i’m not out to argue that a redemption arc would be indistinguishable in tone if Roche and Ves were secretly bigots, or that it would be equally realistic to achieve without feeling forced. It would be different, it would change this conversation, change how their characters were written on a technical level, how the framing of an acceptance of wrongdoing came about. But they weren’t, at least not as far as canon has shown us. I’m only saying that when I call Roche is a racist, and someone else doesn’t, a lot of the time we’re still going to end up with the same general route to growth and reformation for him and Ves or maybe even Temeria as a whole, because their backstories are mostly set in stone now.

Oh god this is getting long, ok onto Ves before I try to wrap up: She’s in the Blue Stripes by her own volition, you’re totally right and I wasn’t really addressing that correctly before. I think the reason I separate her a bit from Roche is that I feel she’s more of a commentary on the children of fascists/minors with hateful beliefs, or the products of second-hand propaganda - and vile as these younger generations are, their reformation feels more achievable through maturity and the development of personal morals.

She joins the Blue Stripes at a very young age after suffering horrific trauma. Fascist rhetoric coming from the man who stepped up to protect and arm her was probably very easily to adopt, especially because she’s coming from a place of privilege herself as a human. Fascists and hate groups and incels or whatever LOVE to make young social outcasts feel welcome because they recognize them as easy prey, and when these ‘young social outcasts’ have an existing bias of privilege - they’re white, they’re a man, ect - it’s scary how easy it is to indoctrinate them sometimes. Not saying this is play by play what Roche did, there’s no reason to believe that he’s lying about taking her in because he wanted her to be safe and nothing else, but the metaphorical shoe fits in my opinion. She is after all, not his daughter, but his very useful soldier.

I could go on and on about Ves’ reaction to Morril vs her fellow Blue Stripes, or the eye for an eye quest, but honestly she’s such a minor character that Id just be filling in gaps with head cannons and speculation about her slightly more progressive/thoughtful viewpoints, but I'm trying not to do that here. Pretty much everything I said in this post about Roche or ‘the blue stripes’ applies to her in my opinion. She’s a perpetrator of racial oppression, and her future growth would need to revolve around undoing that damage, while unpacking internal bias such as underlying bigotry would provide the framework and tone - for Ves this would probably be more specific to her relationship with Roche? But again this is hard to speculate with minor characters.

GOD sorry this is too long. ok damn I hope that clears up some of the contradiction and vagueness that you picked up in my earlier posts, but also maybe this is just an absurd amount of word vomit. Either way! I appreciate you sharing your insight, thanks for reaching out!

#OOF this is too long . I always think i’m not making sense so I write more but then I just write more stuff that doesn’t make sense #ask #anonymous #double shot

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chltlssbtm4793 · 2 years

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BTS Jungkook, mood-changing camping ahead of comeback

Jungkook expressed his love for ARMYs, raising expectations for a comeback.

BTS Jungkook communicated with ARMYs through V Live on the afternoon of the 7th.

On this day, Jungkook greeted the ARMYs at the camping site in the rain. He said, "I came here for both ventilation and conversion. I haven't done camping properly, but I think I know why people camp."

Jungkook said, "I'll see the ARMYs soon? I'm practicing hard for that day," said Jungkook. "Now that I'm doing live, I can breathe a little more. It seems like I can't do it without you. It feels so good" .

Jungkook continued active communication by answering the questions of the ARMYs. "Recently, my skin has gone up and I've been under a lot of stress. I need to take care of it, but I don't know the cause. I went to a dermatologist diligently," he said. I ate well,” he said.

When asked about the question of 'appearing in Korean variety shows', he asked, "Can I do well?" and replied, "Dalbang (Run BTS) was able to do it comfortably with the members. cover," he said.

Regarding the recent Seoul Jazz Festival sighting, Jungkook said, "I saw a post posted by a fan," and said, "It's okay to recognize me and ask me to take a picture. It's okay for our company." At the same time, he tilted his head, saying, "I listened to songs comfortably in the Seojaepe and ate delicious food."

Jungkook, who exuded another charm while singing Psy's 'THAT THAT', in which member Suga participated, exclaimed, "Yoongi-hyung's pelvis is awesome~" and made everyone laugh. Fans' admiration for 'Taehyung is handsome' said, "Taehyung (V) looks great in photos. Sometimes he really admires it." "I wonder how a person can be like that. He's really handsome. It was praised and attracted attention.

In an ARMY's post, 'I'm studying drums these days', Jungkook said, "There was a time when I wanted to start playing drums. At that time, I felt like I was full of greed and there were so many things I wanted to do." I think I'm thinking about doing it. I think I've gained a lot more persistence than before. I hope I can show you a good side of me with drums," he said, raising expectations.

Regarding the reason for the recent reorganization after deleting the Instagram feed, Jungkook said, "There's no reason. It's not like it happened. It's a change of emotion, right?" "I didn't do it because of something. I didn't like something. Communicating through posts is precious and good, but it's in my mind." He added, "I honestly don't know that there is a storage function, so it's a pity, but I just wanted to decorate it pretty."

Meanwhile, Jungkook ended the broadcast by saying, "I hope you enjoy the 9th anniversary of the debut '2022 Festa' and look forward to it until the end." Jungkook's group BTS will make a comeback on the 10th with the anthology album 'Proof', a compilation of 9 years of activities since their debut.

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minyare2906 · 2 years

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[RELEASE] FUTSU NI KOISHITE FULL VOLUME

Title: Futsu ni koishite | Ordinary Romance | 普通に恋して

Author/Artist: Terashima Rating: +18

Summary: Even when he was in school, everyone told Fukawa how banal and ordinary he was. As a temporary employee, he’s been working hard to obtain a full-time post. Suddenly one day, the most prominent employee of the company, Subada, urges him to come work for a new business he’s going to launch. It surprises Fukawa, but, in the end, he decides to accept the offer hoping to change himself. Only after that, Fukawa learns Subada is in fact an “exceptional” man who somehow gets an unusual quantity of affection from anyone around him.

An ordinary life… It was what Fukawa was supposed to have. But as he knows more about Subada, Fukawa’s life, and eventually his feelings, begin to change…

Chapter 01A Read online: Gdrive

Chapter 01B Read online: Gdrive

Chapter 02 Read online: Gdrive

Chapter 03 Read online: Gdrive

Chapter 04 Read online: Gdrive

Chapter 05 Read online: Gdrive

Chapter extra Read online: Gdrive

Volume 1 Download: Mega

Note: Hi there? Good morning! How are you? I really hope you’re all well in those difficult times.

First,I wanna thank each and every one of you for the diffusion of the “ask” I did regarding Hanakoi. Thanks to that (and the bunch of messages I sent looking desperately for chapter 50), we have 3 chapters that I’ll have cleaned as soon as I can and I can gladly leave my anxiety aside for a while.

Okay, on to the project that we have for you today. I was surprised when I saw that this cute project was not taken by any group, considering how cute it is. Well, surprised and happy because that meant that we could do it. I love clueless dorks, and this manga has quite a bit of that. It’s in our usual cute line, no big dramas, nice drawing… I hope you’ll like it as much as we do!!

I have to create a button to gather all of our projects, like we have with Hanakoi, to make it easier for all of you to find them. Plus, I've decided what to do about Mangadex, chapters will be available there a month after our official release, to try and stop having the chapters uploaded to aggregator sites the day after I upload the link here. Keep in mind that if it brings trouble, I'll stop uploading to Mangadex again, sorry. So please, don't upload to aggregator sites, that may bring us legal problems and may lead to us going private or stop scanlating completely.

Idiot as I am, I had a countdown downloaded from the mangaka’s twitter (@terashima_), but I forgot to do it… So you’ll have it as an extra page at the end of the volume, as curiosity ;)

I’d like to say that I won’t take requests for the time being. I have loads to clean and will have loads to typeset so I won’t have time to take another project sorry T_T

I’d like to thank @gwarp for letting us use her raws, really easy to work with them, thanks so much. To Adamay for her wonderful translation, let’s send her lots of energy and love, she needs it all this days. And to Toshirodragon for her patience when dealing with me, for dealing with my pushiness, and for reading every chapter over and over to make it the best version possible.

And to all of you for your continued support!

Enjoy, see you soon ;)

@cm-scans

EDIT: There was a problem with chapter 1, so I've changed the drive link and updated the mega link, because I noticed that the presentation page was in Japanese, I didn't do it right. I still don't know what was the problem with chapter 1, all the files were in the drive but when I opened it without being logged in, not all the pages were showing. I've checked again and they're all there, but if any of you still have problems, please contact me ;)

EDIT 2: Okay, the problem with chapter 1 still persisted in mobile devices, so I've deleted the folder and divided chapter 1 in 2 folders, to see if by putting the pages that didn't show up in another folder, the problem is solved for everyone (fingers crossed). Again, I checked and the pages are all there, both in my tablet and my laptop, but if you can't read there, contact me, I'll try and find another solution ;)

#futsukoi #futsu ni koishite #terashima #cm scans #download #!futsu ni koishite #!futsukoi #min manga edits

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stevestevesstuff · 2 years

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“You’ll never be her!” | tasm! Peter Parker x reader

This story is HEAVILY inspired by this one from TheBrookeParker --> https://thebrookelupin.tumblr.com/post/671848460364955648/you-arent-gwen-andrewpeter-x-femreader

PLEASE! Please read it, IT IS AMAZING!!!!

I hope it is okay that I used your story as a BIG inspiration for mine :)

If not, i will always be ready to delete it.

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It was 7 p.m., it was raining in heavy streams from the already dark sky. The big drops hit my window in a steady pace, so relaxing. Especially after a long day.

I sat relaxed on my big, cosy king-sized bed, reading my new favourite book. In front of me, with his back facing me, my boyfriend Peter. He tried fixing some technical thing regarding his web-shooter which broke last night during a fight with this ‘Electro’-Dude.

‘Ah shit! It won’t work! Arghhhh!’ Peter mumbled under his breath, fumbling around the little device in his hands.

‘What’s wrong, Pete?’

‘It won’t shoot the web, even though it already should. I don’t know what’s wrong with it! It just doesn’t want to cooperate with me!’ he said frustrated.

‘Mind if I take a look?’ I asked and got up to see what was making my boyfriend so dense.

‘O-ok but pl-please don’t break it more’ he stammered as he passed me his web-shooter.

I looked at it, from the front, from behind and from left to right. I turned it around, shook it a little. Then, after a few seconds I noticed, that the whole, where the web-fluid comes out, was clogged.

‘HA!’ I exclaimed proudly.

I laid the device next to me on the bed, got up and looked for something pointed so I could de-clog it. Peter looked at me curiously, not knowing what I wanted to do. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could let out a word, I found a needle, let out a loud giggle and went back to the bed and the web-shooter.

I took the needle and placed it inside the little whole which was blocked. I stirred a little and when I thought, I finally managed to fix it, it made a loud ‘Pufff’ noise and it kind of exploded.

(Not a big explosion though yk, just like a really really small firework 😉)

‘What the hell (y/n)?!’ Peter shouted. ‘What the fuck were you doing?!’

He snatched his now burned web-shooter out of my hand.

‘Thank you. You ruined it. Completely.’ He said coldly.

‘I-im sorry Pete’ I mumbled quietly.

‘I know. I know.’

‘I just wanted to help-‘

‘That’s the problem (y/n)! You “just want to help”, when in reality, all you do is ruining things!’

I just sat there, avoiding his gaze.

‘Why did you think you could help me, huh?! You are dumb when it comes to technical stuff, and you know that! You even told me that you find no interest in such things! Why do you always try to do things that you can’t?! Who are you pretending to be?! Gwen?!’

I inhaled sharply when her name left his lips.

‘Omg! I wish you were more like her. She could REALLY help me fix my stuff. But you know what? You’ll NEVER be her’

This broke me. Completely.

His words were like daggers, slowly pushed into my stomach, just wanting to do as much damage as possible and waiting until I bled to death.

Peter exhaled loudly, turned around und pulled his earphones out of his jeans back pocket. He turned the music so loud, I could here it through the earbuds.

Slowly, I stood up, not wanting him to notice me. I walked towards the window and opened it. The rain sounds immediately good louder and a light breeze flushed through my room. I hoped Peter wouldn’t notice the temperature change.

I slid under the window onto the fire escape, closed the window again and off I was. Walking through the cold, dark and rainy night. Alone. In New York. _______________________________________________

There was a knock at the door. At first I didn’t hear it because of the really loud music which was ringing in my ears.

The knocking got louder and through the earphones, I was able to hear a familiar voice. It was (y/n) mom.

I again started to focus on the repairing of my web-shooter, expecting (y/n) to go and open the door for her mother. But it never happened.

I turned around, searched for her face, but she wasn’t there. She wasn’t sitting behind me on her bed. She was gone.

FUCK

Mrs. (y/l/n) slowly opened the door to her daughters room.

‘Darling, dinner’s re-…..Where is (y/n)?’ Her mother looked at me with serious eyes.

‘I-I don’t know…’ I stammered.

When did she leave? HOW did she leave? Why didn’t I notice that she was gone?

‘Peter! Where is my daughter?’ she pushed.

‘I really don’t know Mrs. (y/l/n). I never saw her leave. I don’t know where she is. Isn’t she in the apartment?’

‘No, that’s the point. She. Is. Not. Here.’

I felt a knot in my lower stomach when I remembered what had happened just an hour ago.

‘Fuck!’ I shouted.

‘Peter?’

‘I messed up Mrs. (y/l/n). I am so, so sorry. I will fix this. Now. Immediately. I promise. I will bring her home’

With this, I stood up, took my stuff and left (y/n)’s mom stunned in her daughters room.

Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Why did I have to say this?

I am such a coward!

When I found myself in an empty street, I put on my spiderman-suit and started to swing through the city to find my girlfriend.

Luckily, I had a spare web-shooter in my backpack, so I could swing without any problems.

‘Why did I have to be so damn stupid’ I said to myself.

I mentally slapped myself for my stupidity. I fucked up. I did one of the things, a boyfriend should NEVER do. Compare here to another girl. FUCK!

After almost an hour, after ignoring all of the crimes that happened beneath me, my spidey-tingle thing, how (y/n) liked to call it, sensed her presence.

YES! Finally!

I followed that tingly sensation until a came across an empty side-street, which was filled with trash-bags, rats and other stuff. I carefully landed and walked through.

I heard some rattling and I swirled around.

That’s when I saw her.

Oh no…

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thesoulspulse · 3 years

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Good Vlad AU (Maternal Instinct Re-Imagined!)

Before I get started, sorry about that last post with me answering a jerk-faced anon (Update: I’ve since deleted that post but thanks to those who showed me their support regardless, I really appreciate it.) I shouldn't have let them get to me but I was tired and upset about their stupid comment so I called them out on it in the heat of the moment. It hit a bit close to home since a friend of mine had the same sort of thing happen to them and my instinct to stand up for them in a way kicked in even though this had nothing to do with them and, well, you saw what happened. Also thank you Blazing-Shadow (can’t @ you for some reason, thanks tumblr, but I hope you can see this) for your kind comment in response to this messed up situation and I’m sorry you had to deal with a nasty anon too.

But moving on, I did wake up this morning to this cute idea of a way to possibly salvage the Maternal Instincts episode for my Good Vlad AU! The idea here is what if Vlad sent some kind of fake invitation to Fenton Works just like in that episode only this time it was for the ENTIRE Fenton family and not just Danny and his mom? Even better, he’s doing it as a NICE surprise for them?

At this point in the new timeline for this Good Vlad AU which you can check out here (https://thesoulspulse.tumblr.com/post/661878830618771456/regarding-my-good-vlad-au-alternate-timeline) Vlad is still living in Wisconsin while trying to figure out the best way to genuinely reconnect with and become closer to Jack and Maddie again, not to mention Danny since he really wants to get to know his little badger better. The episode continues similar to the canon one, but the vibe is entirely different since everyone in Danny’s family gets treated to the first class jet ride together. Danny meanwhile kinda suspects something is going on behind the scenes but his biggest concern about all this is the fact that being out here means he’s leaving Amity Park unprotected which obviously isn’t Vlad’s intention at all, it was a perfectly innocent oversight on his part which we’ll address further on getting into this.

Once they reach the intended location, just like in the episode they all get tricked into jumping out of the jet by that ghost and thus marks the beginning of Good Vlad’s misguided but good-intentioned shenanigans in Danny’s life. After that they end up in the woods and Maddie takes charge of leading the family to safety when bam! There's the Mountain Chalet and Vlad drives up with personalized gift baskets for ALL of them!

And when Danny puts two and two together he's like, "Oh no way, did this fruitloop seriously rig all that?"

As soon as they get the chance to talk privately Danny confronts Vlad about it to which he happily replies, “Yes I did! Were you surprised? I knew you’d be! And don’t worry, I had no intention of actually harming anyone with that little stunt. I was just concerned your parents might turn down my ‘invitation’ if a ghost wasn’t actually involved in some way so I hired a ghost pilot. They’ve always been a bit single-minded like that but it’s part of their charm I suppose.”

Danny’s obviously taken aback by this since he never expected Vlad to be so honest with him, but he still ends up pointing out the obvious flaw in his plan that with Danny Phantom gone Amity Park is pretty much defenseless. Or so he thinks. That’s when Vlad grins and plays his next card by explaining he already has someone on the job but doesn’t reveal yet he made Valerie Gray a ghost hunter to help Danny. Danny’s still skeptical, but since Vlad’s been honest with him so far he tries to trust him a little and relaxes.

Then the episode starts showing off a montage of pictures with Good Vlad doting on the Fenton family by engaging in fun outdoor activities with all his rich boy toys like those 4-wheelers and such, even a boat so they can go fishing out on his private lake nearby! And slowly but surely we notice Danny’s attitude towards Vlad begin to change after actually seeing him being friendly to his parents and Jazz. However, as night falls and they return to the chalet for dinner, disaster strikes! Vlad and Danny’s ghost senses go off as they sense Skulker who then releases a hoard of ghost creatures from his collection to attack them, seeing Danny’s presence as an added but unexpected bonus since his target is actually Vlad.

Turns out they’re old enemies because Vlad has a habit of going to the Ghost Zone and liberating many of the rare creatures Skulker captures whenever he can since he is pro-animal rescue for ghost creatures as much as living ones and believes they should be free. Danny actually finds this really reminiscent of his friend Sam and thinks “Oh wow, Vlad might actually be the only rich person Sam might get along with since she’s like this too.” This is when we see our first amazing team up with Vlad and Danny to help protect Jack, Maddie, and Jazz from this hoard of ghost monsters Skulker is using to hunt them with. Now obviously Jack and Maddie have come prepared so try picturing the scene with the two of them protecting Jazz similar to how Jack was by himself in that episode, giving her a new appreciation for their ghost hunting since this is her first experience seeing them fight a real ghost.

Meanwhile, Vlad and Danny focus their attention on Skulker til things take a turn and Vlad has to use his duplicates to swoop in to save Danny’s family since to him, they are HIS family too which is what gives the episode’s title a whole new meaning since it’s Uncle Vlad protecting his precious college friends and their two children. When this happens, Danny seizes his chance and takes Skulker out, sucking him into the Fenton Thermos he cleverly remembered to pack with him for this trip after learning from his mistake of not doing that when his family went to Vlad’s castle for the reunion. I have a headcanon that Danny forgot it in that episode since he never expected to fight a ghost OUTSIDE of Amity Park, so lesson learned!

And so, between the two halfa’s the situation is quickly resolved following Skulker’s defeat and they manage to capture the remaining ghosts which Vlad realizes he can’t set free again since Skulker specifically trained them to be like his ‘hunting hounds’ which makes him understandably sad. But at least Danny’s there to console him about it.

When the dust settles and they make sure everyone is ok, Vlad apologizes for letting this happen but Jack, adorably, brushes it off and exclaims, ��Vladdy! Vlad did you see that? We sent those spooks running right back to the Ghost Zone with their tails between their legs!”

Smiling after slyly winking to Danny since they know it’s actually thanks to them the ghosts were beaten, Vlad replies, “Yes, that display was most impressive, Jack. You and Maddie worked wonderfully together and I’m relieved to see that Jasmine is alright. As you can see Daniel is safe and sound too. So why don’t we hurry inside now? I’ll make everyone some coco. After all that was quite the ordeal we just went through! I’ll also have dinner prepared late in the meantime since it was so rudely interrupted just now and I’m sure you’re all famished!”

Nodding in agreement, they start heading inside but then Danny stops Vlad just outside the door and says, “Hey Vlad? Thank you, you know, for helping me beat Skulker and saving my family. I guess you’re not so bad after all.”

Ruffling Danny’s hair Vlad grins tenderly and laughs, “Isn’t that what I’ve been trying to tell you from the beginning, little badger?”

The episode then ends with Vlad guiding Danny inside by the small of his back while we see Jack, Maddie, and Jazz on the other side of the doorway as it closes as if to say this is only the beginning of their new life with Uncle Vlad there to help keep the Fentons safe. Then the credits roll with the usual theme song...

And there you have it! We’ve officially re-imagined Maternal Instinct with Good Vlad who from that moment on is on the road to becoming Uncle Vlad for real! I hope you enjoyed reading!

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corysmiles · 3 years

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Cory: hey guys, I'm taking a little break from writing, :] hope you don't mind. Me, covering the tiny rabbit with dozens of blankets: Don't worry mate, I got this-

Elaborate way of me saying I wrote more experiment g/t AU.

This is actually the very beginning of it! :D I do plan on posting it to AO3 one day so I'm actually making a timeline out of this lmao, Enjoy! :D

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08/07/2000

Data has been transmitted to the lab. The next operation is up to us.

The creation of an artificial life form similar to humans has reached a new phase. The first attempts will be made tomorrow.

09/07/2000

First day. No success. The tests suggested by the research team have found themselves fruitless. Hopefully it will be better tomorrow.

18/07/2000

*sip* No results. We are trying our best to see where the failures went.

05/03/2001

No results.

08/07/2001

No results.

31/12/2001

Merry christmas. No results.

25/04/2002

No results. Either a change of plan is needed or we need to reconsider the project as a whole.

I hope someone just made a dumb fucking error.

...If that happened, I’m gonna murder them.

28/07/2002

No results. New doctors are supposed to join the project soon. We can only home more hands will help with the results.

26/08/2002

The more recent addition just got filled in. Most of them seem very excited about this new project. The legal contract has been signed and their silence promised. We can only hope that’ll go well.

No progress.

28/09/2002

No progress.

30/10/2002

Happy Halloween. No progress.

16/11/2002

The new head of operation has given a meeting to discuss the next step in the process of development: a phase of observation and analysis of the behavior of the living specimen. Given the little progress we’ve made, the meeting was pretty useless. Still, we are all determined as ever to achieve this.

No progress, new methods are being discussed.

29/12/2002

Well, the sentence is in. Next year, I’ll be out. I’m quite happy with the work I’ve done here, but seeing how, with how things are going, I won’t be able to see the result of all these years of hard work…. It’s disappointing. Hopefully the doctor Soot will make more progress than me. He’s still young, with a fiery passion. Surely his observations will be more interesting than mine, heh.

The kid’s nice. Shame I couldn’t work with him longer.

13/04/2003

Alright, test: 1,2 1,2, let’s hope I didn’t delete anything heh.

Uh, I think I should present myself: I am Wilbur Soot, Doctor and scientist working on the project of creation of the first human-like artificial life for about 8 months now. I’m gonna be honest, when people told me medical school was a trip and a half, I didn’t expect this. *laugh* The project is more than exciting. I’m gonna be honest, when I got accepted, I didn’t expect this to be the result. *laugh* Not that I mind.

But yeah, I’m excited to see where things go. We haven’t made a successful attempt yet, but If we do, I’ll keep everything in the recorder

like they told me to.

So… Yeah! That’s all.

15/04/2003

Alright, 1,2. 1,2.

No progress has really been made, so...

We are going through the research transmitted to us to see if any error was made. We will contact the team soon.

27/04/2003

1,2. 1,2.

Those idiots forgot the bloody parenthesis!!! Of course the whole thing is fucked!!

I haven’t slept in two weeks. I wish for someone to either end my existence or bring me more caffeine.

But fuck man, We did it…. ‘bout fucking time.

06/05/2003

1,2. 1,2.

Well, who could have guessed than something as simple as parenthesis would fuck the whole thing this much???

We are rewriting everything. It’s gonna take months.

07/09/2003

1,2. 1,2.

Greetings, little piece of garbage metal! I am once again talking to you!

We finally finished rewriting the whole script and data. We’ll take a week off and then discuss the new approach to take regarding the tests. Old reports will be more than useful to create a new base.

A week long sleep doesn't sound half bad.

16/11/2003

*guitar playing*

That’s impressive. What are the chords again?

C F G, ge7. It feels criminally easy for the song.

Well the easier, the better for you to learn, huh?

Yeah.

It’s nice they let you bring your guitar to work.

Well, they’re so desperate at this point they’ll try anything if it means more progress.

I mean, what did they expect: to create someone with the snap of a finger? Like it normally takes months already so I don’t see how a few years of research could change that.

Well, I hear you, but we can’t really complain, now, can we?

Eeehh, I mean if we’re thrown into this movie-type mad scientist drama, might as well be free to complain.

*laugh* Guess I can’t argue with that.

Hey, can you try your guitar again? I wanna see if I remember the lyrics.

Oh? Wanna duet?

Pff, whatever.

aaww, techno

I SAID WHATEVER.

*laugh* *footsteps* … Huh? When did I press record?

...Uh. Oh well, I’ll delete it later if I think about it.

01/01/2004

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

Yeaahh!! And onto a new one of mindless, fruitless work!

Come on *laugh* at least we’re together, there’s some fun in that.

Yeah, the work is nice.

02/03/2004

Well, some progress HAVE been made! Still no clear success, no artificial humans or whatever, but the results are less and less repetitive! We got something solid! Not living, but solid! For the first time since I’ve been here, it feels like we’re going somewhere!! That should be very interesting.

09/04/2004

Test, 1,2. 1,2.

UUUHHH WHAT THE HECK???

WHAT THE FUCK????

NO BUT SERIOUSLY!!! DID YOU SEE THIS THING??? IT’S A FUCKING FLESH PATATE!!

*laugh* It’s an embryo, you dumbass!

STILL!!! DID YOU SEE IT??? WHAT THE HECK??? HEH??

Why are you surprised, that’s what we signed for! *estatic laughter*

Yeah, but I didn’t expect it to actually work!!! WE CREATED AN ACTUAL BABY!! A ROBOT BABY!!

*laugh* I feel like we almost all passed out at that. We’re fathers, techno! We’re fathers! *laugh*

Oh heck no, I’m getting outta here.

*laugh*

*footsteps* *creacking*

Ooohh this is wonderful. This is amazing. We actually did it. We created life, techno, we created life.

We created the first artificial human on earth.

… What should we name it?

04/06/2004

Hello little guy! How are you doing?

*high pitched giggles.*

Oh yes it's me! It's lil wilbur!

*laughter*

Urg, you sound like Phil.

Come on, Techno, look at it!! Isn't it just adorable?

A flesh patate is not what I would call adorable, no.

Hey, does your patate have hair? I didn't think so.

Alright then it looks like a little tomato with his pinkish cheeks.

Hey! Take that back! My son is not a tomato.

It is! Tomato boy is its name now, I decided.

Guys, calm down.

Hi Jordan.

Hello mister sparkle.

Good evening gentlemen. How are the tests going?

Pretty decent.

Well, it can make sounds.

It can move its arms around and slap me in the face

That's what you get for calling it a tomato.

But yeah, it can move and blabber so I would call that a start.

Wonderful. Starting next month, we are gonna try some physical experiments. I expect you both to be professional.

… Sorry sir.

It's alright. As long as it doesn't impact the end result, I don't really mind you acting like an idiot

WHAT??

*laughters* CAUGHT IN 4K BOYS! *laughter*

Mister sparkle, I find that calling really inappropriate. I am not a buffoon, I am simply … mimicking! Just like when you're with a cat!

Mh mh, tell me about it.

You're just digging your own grave there, Wil.

*sigh*

I'll see you around, boys.

See you later, sir.

Good bye.

*Creaking.*

Who's a good little boy?? Who's a good little experiment??

*giggles*

Yes you are! Yes you are!

Oh my god this is gonna be long.

15/09/2004

Hello little T-0. How are you doing today?

*blabbles*

Good, good! And what about-

Uh, is it me or you've grown a bit?

*noise*

*footsteps* yeah, look at you! You're becoming a big man! You're eating all your vegetables, huh?

*giggles*

Alright, T-0. I got you a little ball, be careful with it, ok?

*high pitch laughter.*

*Thud.*

… I did not say throw it at me but at least that's something to put in the reports.

*scrible.*

*noise*

Don't worry, T-0. It's just adult stuff.

Here's the ball again, play with it as you want.

*Thud.*

…

Do you want to learn catch, T-0?

*babbles.

Wonderful.

17/01/2005

Hullooo

*noise*

I know, you're so happy I'm here. The feeling's not mutual, little tomato

*laugh* not again, come on!

Nah, I don't care about that "T-0" crap I'm calling it tomato.

*giggles*

Tomato, tomato thing, tomato boy. See, it likes it. To- hey is it me or that thing's a bit big for a baby? It's almost the size of my leg.

Yeah, I thought that as well, but maybe it's just a tall boi?

I don't know, it's quite tall, even for a tall baby. Oh well, what's a big tomato gonna do to ruin our research after all.

*laugh*

Anyway, come here, tomato boy. We're taking you to the examination room.

*giggles.*

Yeah, yeah, here. *shifts.* Imagine not being able to walk yet. Couldn't be me.

*laugh* let's go, you and 'tomato boy'.

To!

what?

To!

What the fuck?

Heh?

To! Tomt!

*footsteps* WE GOTTA SHOW JORDAN THIS!!!!!

To!

KEEP GOING YES! KEEP TALKING TO- WAIT IS IT SAYING TOMATO???

OH MY GOD TECHNO!!!

Tom!! Tot!!

WHAT THE FUCK???

24/07/2005

Wiba!

Hello, T-0M. How are you?

*giggle* Wilba! 'Ere!

Yeah, I'm here. Let's get you to the lab. You take my hand?

Mh!

Heh, there we go.

*footsteps*

You're really growing tall, aren't you?

Tal?

Maybe we should take a blood test to see if anything's wrong.

Wilba.

T-0M.

Wilba!

T-0M!

Wilba!! *giggle*

05/03/2007

Uuhhhh ok, this is concerning.

I told you! You see the problem, right jordan??

Uh, yeah, the thing is like 4'6. And he's 3.

That's- that is not how tall a 3 year old should be.

Yeah, something's wrong.

Maybe the growth will stop sooner than a normal child??

… we can only hope because if not, I can only worry about what the hell is ahead of us.

21/08/2009

12 FEET!!! 12 FEET WILBUR!!

Hey, don't look at me!! I'm not the one who did this! We must have miscalculated the dosage?

Oh, yeah, because a slight overdose of glucose can cause a child to turn GIANT!

LOOK, I DON'T KNOW EITHER, MAN! If this continues like this… it might be… uh.. difficult.

Hello Wilbur!

OH- Hello, T-0M! How are you?

04/11/2012

We are gonna have a big fucking problem. Report:over.

*Click.*

MEL MY BELOVED OMFG!!!

I live for this worldbuilding it’s delicious and I love the one part with techno and Wilbur :”] I adore this AU and this is just so well done *chefs kiss*

#runaway experiment au #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #melissas writing #Mel my beloved #!!!#t!wilbur #g!tommy

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americasass91 · 3 years

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Early Christmas Present

Hello Lovelies! Sorry it has taken me so long to participate in this lovely, lovely challenge! Life has been interesting. But here is my first entry for the #merryhoemas challenge! Thank you for hosting this awesome challenge @amythedvdhoarder @chrissquares @drabblewithfrannybarnes @pumpkin-and-pine @starlightcrystalline

I had so much fun with this! I hope to get more submitted for this! I hope you all enjoy it! It stars everyone’s favorite Murder Sweater Daddy, Ransom!

(Although in my story he didn’t murder anyone)

Also I have something to say. I don’t think there is nearly enough Ransom fics out there with a breeding kink so that’s what this filth is. I’m in a mood okay? I need Ransom to fill me up something bad.

Anyways! I hope you all enjoy this! Best wishes and warmest regards to all!

***Edit*** Had to delete the original and post this again because none of the tags were working. Sorry!

Movie Dialogue/Verbal prompts:

“Looks like Christmas came early, huh?”

Gif Prompt Used: #2

Event/Activity prompts:

Watching Christmas Movies

Wearing Christmas themed PJs or lingerie

Rating: Explicit(Do I even need to put this anymore😜)

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: language, breeding kink, Soft Ransom, unprotected sex(don’t be a fool, wrap that tool)

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You couldn’t help the tears that started welling up in your eyes at the sight of the little pink onesie in your hands. You were currently wrapping a christmas gift for yet another one of your pregnant friends. You feel like that’s all you’ve been doing lately is seeing pregnancy announcements on Facebook and attending baby showers.

It’s something you never thought you wanted. Growing up you just never saw that for yourself. And you were fine with that. But lately you couldn’t help all these feelings you were having.

You couldn’t help but picture what your baby would look like. Maybe your curly hair and your nose. You didn’t really care as long as they got your husband’s beautiful blue eyes.

Your husband. That’s another problem.

You guys had a great marriage, surprisingly full of love and laughs.

The problem was, he didn’t want children either. Like, really didn’t want them. He didn’t have the best upbringing and had never wanted children because of it.

The both of you had this conversation when you were still dating, happy to be on the same page. And at the time you both were. You knew if you brought up wanting a baby it would just upset him. So you’ve been keeping it to yourself for the past few months.

It’s fine, you don’t need a baby to be happy.

“Sweetheart? Where are you?”

The sound of your husband’s voice brought you out of your daydream. You quickly wipe your eyes free of the tears that had gathered and answered that you were in the living room.

He enters and finds you sitting in front of the tree with the onesie still in your hands.

He kneels down beside you and kisses your cheek.

“Another one? Who’s having a baby now?”

You place the onesie in the box and start covering it with tissue paper. “Kate. She just found out yesterday.”

Ransom shakes his head. “Wow. Thank god that’s not us, right?”

He gets up and heads towards the kitchen. He doesn’t see the tear fall down your cheek. “Yeah, thank god.”

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Later that night you find yourself in bed scrolling through social media. You come across another pregnancy announcement. It’s like they were mocking you. You sign out of your account and throw your phone on the bedside table. You decide to just get comfortable under the covers. You’re facing the wall when you feel the bed dip behind you.

Ransom pushes himself up against you and starts kissing your neck and rests his hand on your hip. You start getting lost in the sensation. He knows just what to do with his mouth to get you going.

“God, baby. I need you so bad.”

With that he pushes his erection against your ass.

That somehow triggers something in you.

You turn around and push him onto his back and straddle his hips. You start grinding down against his hard cock, earning you a moan from him.

“Fuck baby. You need me, too?”

You nod. “Yeah, Ran. Need you so bad. Need you to fuck me and fill me up.”

He smacks your ass and grabs your hips, grinding you against him harder.

“Yeah? Need me to fill that pussy, huh?”

You nip at his earlobe. “Yeah. Maybe you’ll fill me up so good, you’ll put a baby in me.”

Ransom seizes all movement and looks at you wide eyed.

“Why the fuck would I want to do that?” He pushes you off of him and promptly stands up, putting space between you. “You know how I feel about kids. You know I don’t want them. And up until just now, I didn’t think you did either!” He throws his hands up in exasperation.

You don’t know what to say. You knew he might be upset. But you didn’t think he’d get mad. So you just sit up and look at your hands in your lap, doing your best to keep the tears at bay.

“I’m sorry, Ran. It’s just, so many of my friends are having babies lately and it got me thinking. I want that with you. Would it be so horrible if we had one?” You looked at him with what you hoped was a pleading look.

He starts walking towards the bathroom. “It would be the absolute worst thing to happen. You need to get back in the mindset you were in before. Because we aren’t having kids. End of discussion. Jesus, Y/N. Way to ruin the fucking mood.” With that he slammed the bathroom door shut, leaving you to your tears.

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It’s been nothing but tense in your house ever since you brought up having a baby a few weeks ago. Christmas was in full swing. It was only a week away now.

You two had been attending Christmas parties together and acting like everything was fine. But that was a different story once you returned home.

Ransom would retreat to your bedroom and you had started sleeping in the guest room. He didn’t ask you to, but you hated sharing a bed with him when he wasn’t speaking to you.

You returned from yet another party and head to the guest room to change into some cute Christmas PJs you had found. They had Rudolph all over them. Including matching fuzzy socks. They were nice and cozy. Something you were in short supply of these days.

You grab a glass of wine from the kitchen and head to the living room. You decide you want to watch Home Alone. One of your all time favorite Christmas movies. Grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch, you wrap yourself up and settle in.

You get to the point where the Wet Bandits are breaking in, when the alarm on your phone goes off, signaling it’s time to take your birth control. Wow. You didn’t realize it was 11 already.

You head upstairs to your shared bedroom. You open the door and tentatively look inside. You don’t see Ransom. He must be in his study. Good.

You hurry across the room to the bathroom. You grab one of the glasses sitting on the counter and fill it enough for you to take your small pill.

Not even looking, you open the medicine cabinet and grab for your packet of pills. Your hand finds the space empty. You look up and find that they aren’t in their usual spot. You open the other sides of the medicine cabinet and nothing. They were just here last night.

You go to turn to look in the guest bathroom and see Ransom standing in the doorframe. You yelp in surprise and grab your chest. “Jesus, Ran. You scared me.”

He uncrosses his arms and saunters towards you. “Sorry, baby girl. I thought you heard me.” He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in for a kiss.

It takes you 5 full seconds to realize your husband is giving you the first attention he has in weeks. You quickly reciprocate the kiss, knowing it could end at any second.

He pushes you against the counter and grounds his hips into you. You can’t help but moan into his mouth at the feeling of his erection pressing into your lower belly.

The both of you finally have to pull away for air. He starts dragging you towards the bedroom. Your wits finally come back to you. “Ran, wait. I need to take my pill.” You turn to grab for it and then remember it wasn’t there. You turn back towards your husband. “Did you move my birth control? I always kept it in the medicine cabinet.”

He just smirks and pulls you up against his body once more. “I threw them out.” He moves back in for a kiss but you push him away and blink up at him. “What? Why would you do that?”

He furrows his brows. “I’m confused. I thought you wanted a baby?”

You shake your head incredulously. “Well yeah….but you made it very clear that you don’t.”

He just shrugged his shoulders. “I changed my mind. Looks like Christmas came early, huh?”

You wiggle out of his grasp and push past him to go back into the bedroom.

“We need to talk about this Ransom. You literally pushed me away the last and only time I’ve brought it up. And then you didn’t talk to me for 2 weeks. This isn’t some kind of situation where you’re giving me what I want only to regret it later is it?” You sit down on the bed and look over at him.

He walks over and sits down beside you. He wraps his right arm around you and places it on your hip to pull you against him. He places his left hand on your thigh and starts gently massaging it. Then he presses his lips against your neck and gives it a kiss.

He pulls away to look at you, giving you a genuine smile. “I’ll admit that at first I was pissed that you brought up a baby. I’ve always been a selfish man and I just didn’t want to share you. But then I had a dream. We were in the hospital and you were giving birth. I remember feeling so happy. I was holding your hand and coaching you through the pain. And then our son was born. And they placed him on your chest. You cradled him against you and started crying tears of happiness. Then you looked over at me and gave me a smile that took my breath away. I’d never seen you so happy. It rivaled the smile you gave me when you walked down the aisle towards me on our wedding day.”

He pauses for a minute and wipes away the tears that you hadn’t even realized were running down your face.

“Then I woke up. I laid there and realized I would do anything in my power to make you smile like that for real. I need to see it, sweetheart. And if that means giving you a baby, then so be it. Nothing makes me happier than seeing you happy. I know it wasn’t originally in our plans, but fuck it. We can make new plans.”

By now there were tears running down both of your faces. You just couldn’t believe what he was saying. You felt like this was your own dream you were going to wake up from.

You both laugh at each other as you wipe away the other’s tears. You then grab his face and pull him in for a kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you as close as he can.

You pull away and give him an evil smirk. “Well then, husband. What are you waiting for?” You lean forward and place your lips next to his ear. “Fuck a baby into me.”

He groans out loud at your words and quickly starts undressing you. You’d never seen him work this fast. You can’t help but let out a chuckle. He stops with his hands on his own pants and looks over your now naked form. “Something tickling your fancy, Mrs. Drysdale?”

You nod your head. “I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you undress us this fast.”

He smirks and continues removing his pants. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before.”

He then crawls on top of you and begins sucking on your neck. You start whimpering and tug his hair. He pulls away and looks down at you. “No foreplay, Ran. Just need you. Please. Need to feel you.”

He moves his hand down to your folds and finds you drenched. “Jesus, baby girl. You that excited for me to put a baby in you? Yeah you are. Your little cunt needs to be full of my cum, doesn’t it? Greedy girl.”

You grasp a hold of his cock and start pumping him at the pace he’s touching you. He drops his head to your shoulder and groans out your name. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re gonna make me blow my load before I’m inside you.”

You chuckle and move his cock towards your entrance. “Then fuck me already. What are you waiting for?”

He surprises you and pushes all the way in until your hips are flush against each other. You wrap your legs around his waist instinctually. He leans down for a quick kiss before he raises back up to look at you. “Well, I was trying to bring some romance into the situation. But looks like my little wife doesn’t want that. Just wants to be fucked until she’s full. Right, sweetheart? Until you can’t feel anything else but me inside you.”

Your body shudders at the thought of being so full. You nod your head vigorously and tap your heel against Ransom’s ass, signaling him to move. “Yes! Yes please!”

He smirks and starts thrusting at a slow pace. Slow, but deep. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a needy kiss. He moans into your mouth and starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts.

Then he pulls away and nips at your ear. “God, I can’t wait to see what you look like pregnant. All round and full with my kid. I can barely keep my hands off you now. You might just have to stay in the house and naked your entire pregnancy so I can get my fill anytime I want.”

You clench around his cock at his words. He just smirks into your neck.

“But my little slut would like that, wouldn’t she? Because even though you don’t admit it, you need my cock as much as I need this sweet pussy.”

You can feel the coil in your belly tightening more and more. You know you’re not going to last much longer. His words are sure as fuck not helping.

You unwrap one of your legs from his waist and plant your foot firmly on the bed and start meeting his thrusts with vigor. You can feel his hips starting to stutter. He’s close too.

“Come on, Ran. Fill me up. I want it.”

He leans up until he’s nose to nose with you. “Yeah, baby? I’m gonna fill you up so good and full that your body will have no other option but to get pregnant. Fuck you’re squeezing me so tight.”

He reaches down and starts rubbing circles against your clit. That did it.

You fall off the euphoric edge with a scream of Ransom’s name. You’ve never come this hard. You’re seeing stars.

Feeling you clench around his cock with a vice-like grip is what pushes Ransom over the edge. He paints your walls with his release as he whispers your name over and over until he’s so spent, he almost falls on top of you. He catches himself at the last second and wraps his arms around you before rolling you both onto your sides.

He pulls you in for a sweet kiss. You can’t help but smile into it, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm.

He pulls back and smiles at you. “Merry Christmas, my sweet girl.”

You beam at him. “Merry Christmas, handsome.”

You tangle your feet with his only to realize you still had your fuzzy socks on. You look down and realize Ransom is in his own pair of fuzzy socks. You start laughing, a whole hearted belly laugh. Ransom follows your gaze and starts laughing himself.

You wipe tears from your eyes and wrap your arms back around his neck. “Eager enough to get me naked but not so eager to lose the socks?” You can’t help but tease him.

He just shrugs and continues chuckling. “Well, you’re always complaining about your feet being cold. I’m just trying to make you happy, dear.”

You both crack up laughing again at that.

Once you both calm down, he places his hand over your belly. “Do you think it took?” He looks up at you hopefully.

You place your hand over his and gaze up at him. “I’m not sure. We should probably keep having sex, you know. Just in case.” You throw him a wink.

He pretends to be offended. “Oh, dammit. I suppose if we have to.”

He pulls you back in for another kiss that is sure to lead you into round 2.

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one-boring-person · 3 years

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The Good Old Days.

John Rambo (Post-Rambo III) x reader

Warnings: implied death, implied injury, heavily implied sexual themes, possible swearing? Alcohol consumption (moderate)

Context: inside John's head.

A/n: so recently, I saw @slystallone 's post (Here) about a deleted scene from Rambo, and this idea (or at least the first part) came to mind, so I have them to thank for the inspiration! (Also, if you're as obsessed as I am with Sylvester Stallone content, check out their blog, it's amazing!)

Masterlist

His eyes scan idly around the room, taking in the cheerful faces of young people letting loose, watching as many of them move together on the dancefloor, keeping in time with the sappy music playing overhead. Throughout the room, glasses are clinked together, liquids in a multitude of different colours sloshing in their containers as the owners of said drinks swallow down their beverages, the strong odour of alcohol rife in the air. Sweat mingles with this, as well as heady cologne and perfumes, creating the perfect odour of youthful spirit, something he has long since forgotten. Around him, he can see a fair few couples together: one in a booth in the corner, one right in the centre of the dancefloor, and one to his left, each of them enjoying each other's company far more explicitly than the rest of the pairings in the bar.

It should, in theory, be an enjoyable environment, being around hordes of people who are having a good time, but John can't help the discomfort playing in his mind. Something about the strong smells, the heaving throng of people, the lack of clear vision of anywhere fixed in the room and the cacophony of raucous noise doesn't sit right with him, his finely tuned senses prickling at everything. Dimly, he's aware of fighting back flashes of memory that spring, unbidden, to mind, trying to ignore the familiar faces branding his conscience. A lack of control in an environment, particularly one like this, has long since made itself known as a trigger of the thoughts he'd rather forget.

Just as he goes to dwell on these, he's interrupted by a familiar voice, one that grounds him, reassures him.

"John! Sorry I took so long, some kids were taking their time." (Y/n) apologises as she drops into the bar stool beside him, taking her drink back from him.

"Don't worry about it." He murmurs back, twisting the neck of his soda bottle in his hand (he finds alcohol takes away from his sense of control), flicking some hair from his face.

Smiling at him, (Y/n) takes a sip of her drink, turning to face the dancers as she sits with him, the two quite used to sitting in companionable silence.

After a little while, she finishes her drink and sits back against the counter, only to spring up again when she hears the music overhead change, a wide grin on her face. Bouncing to her feet, she turns to John, expression imploring him.

"I love this song! Remember it? From way back when?" She smiles at the memory, a good one through all the bad ones, "We used to dance to this."

John can't help the small smile playing at his own lips as he is reminded of how they'd danced a couple of times, back on his father's ranch.

"I remember." He agrees, watching her.

"Come on, dance with me now!" (Y/n) chuckles, moving her body in the bare impression of a dance move.

"No, I'm good." John declines initially, waving her off politely.

"Aw, come on! It'll be fun! Just like the good old days!" She pleads with him, reaching out to take one of his hands, very lightly jerking on it as he tries to ignore the butterflies rising at her touch.

"I'm not sure…"

"Please? Just one song?" She gives him a look, one he has memorized. It tells him she wants him to join her, but that she won't be upset if he doesn't, that she'll understand. She always does.

Eventually, it's what causes him to cave in.

Sighing, he climbs to his feet, allowing her to pull him into the crowd, the veteran pushing down the distrust brewing inside him from the closeness of the people around him, instead focusing on the feeling of her hand on his, grounding himself. As she finds a good spot on the dancefloor, (Y/n) turns back around to face him, face light and happy as she starts to dance, just how they used to. Copying her, John tries to forget the awkward feeling, finding it hard to make contact with the childhood memories that would've helped him, his expression tightening as he moves.

After a moment, (Y/n) seems to notice this, stepping forwards into his space as she looks up at him with a curious look, silently asking for permission as her hands hover over his shoulders. Nodding, he bites back the sigh threatening to leave him as her hands close ever so gently around him, his own coming up to lightly grip her waist, enjoying the feeling of her body in his grasp. Leaning into his touch, (Y/n) sways them in time to the music, her expression softening as the tempo of the music does, the two of them drifting closer as they move together. Her scent is in his nostrils, somehow discernible through the sweat and alcohol around him, calming him as he leans in further, wrapping his arms more firmly around her body. Carefully, he pulls her into him, feeling her softer curves against his hard muscles, his hands splaying at her back, his nose soon finding her hair as he buries his face in it. She wraps her own arms around his neck, delicately threading her fingers into his hair, stroking through the strands soothingly as she presses her head into his chest.

As they hold each other, it's as if the world around them has disappeared, leaving them in a bubble of security, just holding each other as they used to, before touch meant more than an idle gesture. It means so much more now, particularly for them.

After a moment, she pulls her head back a little, looking up into his face, eyes searching his, her lips parted as she regards him. They're close, so close he can feel her every breath against his heated skin, his gaze flicking down to stray over her lips as he fights the urge to simply bend down and close the gap between them, and give in to every desire he's repressed for years now. Naturally, she notices this and smiles, reassuringly this time, before she leans up and presses her lips to his.

Instantly, they find a rhythm, lips smoothing against each other with soft fervour as hands start to pull each other closer together. John runs one hand down to her lower back, splaying his fingers over the curve of her ass, using the grip to pull her more tightly into him, enjoying the feeling of her body against his, the noises she lets out only serving to intensify his feeling for her. (Y/n) gently tugs on his hair, her other hand moving to push up under his shirt, feeling over his tense muscles, arching her body into him as he lightly licks at her lips. Obediently, she allows him access, and his tongue freely explores her mouth, sliding wetly alongside her's, her moans swallowed by him as he rocks his hips against her. Idly, the hand she had pushed up his shirt starts to trail downwards, settling over his crotch.

With a jerk, he breaks free from the kiss, his eyes finally flying open as he snaps upright in the rickety bed.

Breathing hard, he scans the room, instantly remembering where he is, the knowledge calming him slightly as he wipes sweat from his forehead. Desire and longing course through him, his eyes straying over to find the figure lying beside him, her body left exposed by the thin sheet.

In the dim light from the moon outside, (Y/n)'s sleeping form appears peaceful, her muscles totally relaxed, allowing for a less guarded look to cross her face, the hard line of her brow and lips softened until she appears more angelic. In the many times they'd slept on the same room, or same bed, John can not remember ever seeing her quite so relaxed, not after they got into the military anyway.

They'd met as teenagers, when she'd come to work for his father on his ranch. During their time working together the two had become fast friends, eventually managing to do most things together, until they both decided to join the military. She'd gone into the airforce, before eventually getting into another branch of the Special Forces, where she faced a similar abrupt finish to her career as he did, losing all of her team to a poorly planned stealth mission, which some corrupt colonel in the higher positions had instructed them to do. After this point, they miraculously found each other again on the long road to a small town called Hope, where things went awry. Neither wanted to leave the other, and so they stuck by each other, helping each other out on the bloody road that came after the events of Hope, leading them to this point.

Unsurprisingly, John had soon realised that his feelings for the hardened veteran were no longer as innocent as he would've liked to keep them. Somewhere along the way, through gunfights fought back-to-back, mindless races through the sweltering jungle to avoid pursuers behind them, bandaging each other's wounds at the dead of night with only a dull campfire to light their work, and the calmer, soft moments between them, where they both overcame (to a certain extent) the mindless grief hounding them together, John had found that he and fallen for his partner. She'd always been there, back when things had gone to hell in Hope, when Co had been shot, and when Trautman had needed rescuing, (Y/n) had been by his side, fighting his battle with him, because "his battle is her battle now, they are partners after all". She meant everything to him, and he'd kill for her. He HAS killed for her.

At times, he'd played with the idea of telling her his feelings, of confessing to her and hoping things would be ok, but he had never gone through with it. Something always stops him, and that both irritates and relieves him. He has never quite been able to put a finger on what it is, but now, watching her sleep so peacefully, he realizes what it is.

He never wants to lose her friendship, ever, and he's afraid he'll ruin what they've got if he says anything. So he stays silent, keeping his thoughts to himself, lifting a hand to lightly ghost it over her side, thankful that she's so tired her instinctive alertness has dimmed down enough for him to gently touch her without her realising. He never places his hand down, only tracing his fingers over her, keeping the touch gentle and friendly, should she wake. It would be so easy just to pull her body into his, to hold her tightly against his chest and bury his face in her soft hair, but he restrains himself, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

Groaning, he rolls onto his back, knowing now that sleep won't come again tonight, especially not with his thoughts so high-strung and confused, unless he manages to relax properly again.

Oddly enough, his reprieve comes to him in a surprising, but not at all unwelcome manner: mumbling in her sleep, (Y/n) turns over, her hands reaching out to find something, anything, latching onto him as they find him. Gently, she pulls herself into him, her head pressing into the side of his chest as her hand rests over his heart, his pulse pounding under her touch.

Eyes wide, John gingerly wraps his arm around her, finding comfort in the solid feeling of her body in his grip, sleep coming back to him now as he buries his face in her hair, breathing in her familiar scent. He could get used to this, but he knows that he never will, not as long as he wants his friendship to last.

Just as he goes to drift off, he hears (Y/n) sigh one thing, her voice a bare whisper, if slightly more coherent than it should be for someone fast asleep:

""Wish you knew how I feel about you."

Part Two

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ethrenisnotthehero · 3 years

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@hogwartsmystory is a predator (final)

If you haven’t read the other parts of this callout, I encourage you to start here. As in both previous posts, the normal tags are not included in order to allow this to reach as many people as possible. Potential triggers are listed below, and the main content is hidden to keep sensitive individuals from being unintentionally exposed.

TW: Pedophilia, Abuse, Gaslighting, Sexual Assault, Self Harm, Suicide, NSFW Topics, Faked Illness, Faked Mental Illness, Faked Death, Victim Blaming

Originally, I intended to craft this final part to you, the reader, as an emotional appeal. To be wholly honest, there’s only so much evidence that can be utilized without either forcing Jill to relive unnecessary trauma or exposing deeply intimate or personal parts of her life. Until now, everything I’ve told you and everything I’ve shown you is what was enough to convince me when Jill first reached out to me. If you, the reader, don’t believe the factual information that’s been presented so far, then I don’t think that you will. If you, the reader, believe Jill and her story, then no further evidence is going to magically make her story more true.

However, I don’t have to. Instead, I can let the friends-- the family--that Ren created on his website speak for themselves, and show you with their own testimony just the kind of person he was. Jill wasn’t the only person that Ren hurt. Jill wasn’t even the only person Ren preyed on as a sexual predator. Many people on staff, and many people outside of it, knew Ren and grew to have what they thought was a close relationship with him. People regarded him as someone to look up to, to find comfort in, to aspire after, to lean on; people thought of him as a friend and a hero in his community.

On April 12, 2021, at 9:57 AM Greenwhich Mean Time, the current administrators of Advanced Scribes issued a statement addressing Ren’s actions and his faked death. An additional announcement was made the following day. While the announcements themselves and the replies (including moderator statements) are publicly available, I have saved a print-to-PDF versions on Google for you to browse at your leisure.

I intentionally waited until the initial panic and outrage died out a little to let the most important statements come to light. Included in the PDF are sentiments that I personally thought were the most important sentiments; edits have been made and pages have been deleted, so you can see the current state of the conversations by visiting them directly. You can find the first discussion at https://advanced-scribes.com/viewtopic.php?f=13&t=42100#p1454263 and the second discussion at https://advanced-scribes.com/viewtopic.php?f=13&t=42107#p1454361.

Before you continue reading, please look over the statements and replies. The words of former staff former friends say more than I can ever hope to about Ren and the kind of reality that he stood for. Additionally, Jill herself has added to the conversation (username Rakuen), so you can read a bit from her perspective by looking into these announcements. After you’ve taken a look, continue below and I will sum up my final thoughts on this predator and his legacy.

Advanced Scribes • Our Statement (PDF)

Advanced Scribes • Change (PDF)

The Act of Grooming, Part 3: Entrapment

One of the reasons that predators get away with their crimes for so long is because they trap their victims. When they gain access to and successfully lure in their prey, they then engage in entrapment behavior to separate victims from other people and build reliance. The reason why kids are so prone to predation is because of how vulnerable they are. Young people just want to belong. They just want to have community, security, and affection. When they can’t get those things in their lives, they seek it out and take it where they can get it even when the situation is obviously bad. Kids can’t be held accountable for being smart because they’re kids. Jill was vulnerable. She wanted belonging and support. She fell into Ren’s lures, and he trapped her. He used his affection as a tool to solicit sexual favors and pictures from her, but never shared his face with her. She was always chasing his love, and all the while he was simultaneously preying on other individuals in the community. For God’s sake, this man had a selfie thread where underage girls would send pictures of themselves publicly on the site for him to look at, and he even intentionally disabled the website’s COPPA features.

Before Jill, there was Buttercup. Buttercup was also an admin, and she was also 13 when she met Ren. While Ren was a minor during he and Buttercup’s relationship, his behavior with her was just as predatory and Buttercup attempted to warn Jill via PM before she ended her relationship with him.

The picture he sent Buttercup wasn’t even him.

The entire time that Ren was convincing Jill that Buttercup was evil, and jealous, and a spiteful, hateful person, he was manipulating her the same way he was manipulating Jill. Ren is a predator who knows what he’s doing; he always has. He draws in his victims and makes everyone hate them so that he’s the only person they have. He makes them so desperate for his approval that they let him screw them over time and time again, and for what? Just to see his face. Think about what you read. He didn’t just do this to Jill and Buttercup. He did this to every person he cheated with or got close enough to get a grip on. Even if he didn’t sexually exploit someone, he emotionally did. An entire community of people suffered through this over and over and over again. Read the statements again. If you only read the live version, read the PDF.

I also want you to bear in mind that everyone on staff was equally a victim as they were an enabler. It doesn’t erase their responsibility, but their roles in this story or more nuanced than “moderator bad, burn the witch!” Some of Ren’s supporters were as young or younger than Jill when they met him. The two people most notorious for standing at his side right now were both “rewarded” with a relationship with him in the fallout of his faked death.

At some point, this man looked at his behavior and not only decided that he didn’t need to take responsibility, but that his victims daring to try and claim some kind of ownership over their own story was a personal affront to him.

Ren is a monster of his own creation. He chose to be that monster again, and again, and again.

What makes his enablers equally to blame is when they became adults and made a conscious choice to ignore what was happening, which brings us to the next topic.

Finally... How Old Was Jill?

Despite everything I’ve said and shared so far, I still get this question in my inbox.

How old was Jill? Did she lie about her age? Is she free of guilt because she was a kid? Did he know how old she was? Was she legal in her country?

I gave you all everything I had. There were some things I just couldn’t confirm because there was no proof either way. However, all of that changed when the announcements were released. I now know exactly how old Jill was when they began dating, exactly how old she was when people knew about their relationship, and even that Ren was public with all of this information. I also know that staff knew everything, and chose to do nothing.

As you can see in the screenshots above of Buttercup’s message, it was sent on Jun 17, 2015. At that time, Jill was 14 years old. By Buttercup’s estimation, they had been dating for around a few months, which is how I was able to discern the previous exact age of 14 years old at the time they began dating.

However, Ren himself refutes that fact in a Valentine’s post for Jill. As pointed out in the “Our Statement” thread, the post that user amnesia. references includes very sexual and disgustingly graphic descriptions of Ren’s activity with her. It also says this:

As per the timestamp of this particular post (as seen below), Jill was 16 at the time. Ren, a man claiming to be twenty-five years old at the time, was proud to admit that he had been with Jill since she was 13.

You can view the full PDF of this post to see what else he said here, but please be warned that his descriptions are NSFW and absolutely disgusting.

Warm Fuzzies Post (PDF)

No adult should talk about a kid like that. In the statements, several staff members admit that they knew that the two were dating when she was 16, and that it grossed them out. But none of them did anything. To amnesia.’s credit, they claim they tried to pursue legal action but found no viable routes.

From the discussions and statements, we can discern five things:

1. Jill was 13 when she started dating Ren. 2. She did not lie about her age. 3. Ren did not lie about her age. 4. Ren knew how old she was. 5. Staff knew how old she was.

Jill’s feelings and her opinions on staff and their behavior are separate from my own. She does not share my beliefs here, and I need to make it very clear that what I’m saying next is entirely my own opinion.

To everyone who was staff at that time: shame on you. It’s one thing to be a victim yourself and to not understand how or when to stand up for what’s right, especially when you’re young; it’s another to become an adult and to have let something like this permeate your legacy and your community for all this time. From what I understand, none of you are completely innocent in this. Ren wasn’t secret, he was loud and proud and he didn’t give a shit what anyone thought. Everyone who was an adult then and is an adult now shares some responsibility for that. Those of you who mean your apologies, thank you, but those of you who are using this event as a stepping stone to make that website into your own personal playground know who you are. Stop. There’s an entire generation of kids between AS and CS who have lost years of their childhoods to this shit and the only right thing at this point would be to turn the site over to the police so that Ren can answer for his crimes the right way.

To everyone else: protect the people around you. People like Ren don’t think about how other people think or feel. They don’t care who gets hurt or who they trample under their feet. Look around at your community, and ask yourself if those who interact with you know that you are safe. Inevitably, someone is going to get hurt. Are you the kind of person that they can come to when it happens, or are you the kind of person who will turn your head away?

Be the person that everyone knows they can come to, because, eventually, someone’s going to need you.

#ethren is not the hero #ethren whitecross #ethren #chicken smoothie #chickensmoothie #harry potter #hphm #hphl #hogwarts mystery #hogwarts legacy #aaron #aaron strider #strider #advanced scribes #advanced-scribes #skyren #captured hearts #aven #lucian

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part two of my Mikoto theorizing! let’s get crackin’, folks!

we are starting out strong. okay, now to me this seems like a symbolic type of “blood bath”. i don’t think he’s literally bathing in blood. i feel like he’s done wrong, deep inside he KNOWS he’s done wrong, but he’s refusing to truly see it. he’s got his eyes shut, he muses how he’s “probably not to blame”, and yet look at him right now. he’s “bathing in blood”. he IS to blame but he doesn’t want to actually acknowledge it... because acknowledging it would mean opening your eyes to a horrifying truth about yourself.

yet again he looks so... lifeless. so apathetic. and the burnt out cigarettes next to him in addition to the empty red bull can indicate he isn’t taking care of himself. he might not even have the time to. look at how he walked inside his apartment for gods sake.... that is the look of a man who is just utterly Done.

pretty eyelashes. <3

his body language here is interesting. at first glance it might look kind of confident, like a negotiating position... but when i looked it up, it seems to indicate “self-restraint” - holding back feelings of anxiety and frustration. it looks like the kind of pose you’d make on the clock, trying to appease customers, your boss, or even the people who work with you.

again, he is holding back his “true self” whatever that “self” might be.

he’s like look at me! i’ve got this nice smile on my face, so surely this is just a mistake! because how could someone who has done something so deplorable have such an expression? there’s no way right?

his smile is a conditioned response and it usually works when it comes to diverting attention from the “less than savory” aspects of whatever he may be involved in. it also works if you’re delivering “bad news” or something you REALLY don’t want to tell someone... can also be used if you’re trying to say that “accusations” aren’t true. how could they be when you’ve got SUCH a nice smile...

he’s nowhere to be found because his “identity” is lost. he’s been living for work. he’s been pouring his entire being into his job. without it, what is he? could he have been fired over an accusation (whether the accusation be true or not) and that’s why he committed a murder?

everything around him has turned dark and bleak - a threatening stain of red. and even so, despite it, he still has that nice smile on his face.

some other things of importance regarding chats! these translations are from twitter user @MFancult

he takes up smoking just to be sociable with coworkers. he’s willing to change aspects of himself in order to integrate with work.

this says a lot and i don’t really need to elaborate on how much this says about Mikoto. it’s interesting that he’s talking about it being a “loss” - as if most interaction could be seen as a “loss” or a “gain” and so it’s best to try and look as cordial as possible. if you do, you might just get you a “gain”.

This here; “ Hey, um. Why am I here? Aren’t you mistaking me for someone else? Hmm, well, being free from work isn’t a bad feeling though. [cute laugh] If I lose my job because of this, you better take responsibility, prison guard. “

being free from work isn’t a bad feeling and yet he simultaneously says “if i lose my job because of this”. he obviously wants out of work but he also has nothing without it. he probably worked really hard for this job and i feel like he got fired over what he thinks is a “false accusation”. maybe thinking the accusation is “false” is just another fake reality for him.

GONNA END THIS HERE BC I’M SCARED TUMBLR WILL DELETE HALF MY POST AGAIN IF I GO ON! let me know your own thoughts, i hope this all makes sense... i’ll probably change my mind on some of it as time goes on but hey this is a theory so that’s only natural. thank you for tuning in!

part 1

#milgram #milgram theories #mikoto kayano #feeling a lot.

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