#i feel so disrespected. and uncared for

[dolldefiler]

C/W: Cuckquean, piss, humiliation

Would it be cruel to wake you up in the middle of the night just to hold my phone? You’d wake up to my rough, uncaring prodding, my eyes fixed to my phone screen. You’d feel my arm jerking furiously, and hearing the wet, sloppy sounds of my lube-coated cock, you’d realise I’m masturbating. I’d look over to you saying, “Fucking finally. Hold my phone while I jerk off.”

You’d lay there, sick to your stomach, holding my phone across your face. Who could I be stroking my cock to, you wonder. Your friends? Your sisters? The girls… you hate? The ones you told me about. The ones that send you home from work in tears everyday? You wouldn’t need to worry. I’d use your useless, fuckhole of a mouth to jerk my cock off. I’d reduce you to a brainless, half-awake fleshlight while I think about other women. Would the disrespect make your face wet with tears or… would it make your cunt throb and ache?

You’d try to stop me. After all, you’re still a woman. You still deserve some respect, don’t you? I’d acknowledge you for the first time. I’d look down at you, as you hold up some woman to my face. And I’d laugh.

I’m letting you help me jerk off, you ungrateful bitch. I’m allowing you to pleasure me. That’s more than a pathetic, worthless three-holed cuck like you deserves, isn't it? If you weren’t crying before now, you’d break out into hot, angry tears now while I grind into your mouth. Feeling you shudder on my cock would edge me to cumming hard inside you. When did I become so cruel, you wonder? When did I begin to hurt you like this? Were you always this pathetic? Were you always meant to serve your man other women, just to maintain your relationship? 

I’d pull out, telling you I need to piss. You’d shudder, knowing what’s next. Seconds later, you’d taste my hot, bitter piss filling your mouth. The mix of cum and piss would disgust you. Not because of the taste. But because it’d be a reminder of how truly fucking pathetic you are. I’d pull out, grabbing my phone and flopping back under the covers unceremoniously. I’d tell you to shower, because even if I had to sleep next to a urinal, I’d rather it be clean.

Your heart would ache, I’m sure. The callous disregard for your humanity would make your cunt leak. And off you’d walk to the bathroom. As you stand there, in the hot, steamy shower, idly playing with your cunt, you’d think of those fairy tales. The ones where princesses married their true loves. Where men were loyal and kind. Where women were loved and respected. And you’d wonder if they were just that. Stories.

#cuckquean #humiliation kink #degradation k1nk #degrading k1nk #cheating bf #cheating kink #cheating boyfriend #piss kink #p!ss k!nk

[jtkys]

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 “𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐂𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐘“ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 !! ☆

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐲𝐞𝐩, 𝐛𝐲 @lovely-btch

𝐂𝐖𝐒/𝐓𝐖𝐒: 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐲’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐂𝐒 ->

Fucked up mentally beyond belief (I mean considering the things he’s gone through, why wouldn’t he be?)

He’s incredibly unstable despite the fact he’s on medication, and really struggles with his emotions and finding a healthy outlet to express them

In my hcs, he has: C-PTSD, schizophrenia, Tourettes, MDD, bipolar and struggles with psychosis, derealisation and depersonalisation a lot.

Despises his dad even after all these years so he tries his best to not get physical when he’s mad, and he basically isolates himself from everyone and self harms/self destructs

Very frequently will have to be reminded to eat, drink and take good care of himself by Tim or another responsible adult. Especially when he’s in a depressive episode

Ok uhm more positive energy now

He has a pretty good relationship with ej, because he’s super understanding of Toby and his disorders since he was a med student and all. I also see him being good friends with Ben, and having an almost parent like relationship with Tim and Brian

When he does eat, he really likes pasta (I’m self projecting leave me alone) because Lyra used to make it for him all the time when he was younger, and it’s become a soft of comfort for him.

Can run really fucking fast. In my headcanons he’s kinda got a sleeper build, but is pretty tall. Around 5’11-6’1.

NOT A TWINK!!! NOT A CHILD!!! NOT A DEPENDENT UWU SOFT WAFFLE BOY!!!

he does have attachment issues, yes, and he is certainly clingy to the people he cares for in fear of losing them, but he is not a baby. He’s a serial killer. It’s 2023 and im still seeing people baby Toby and treat him like an child, SSSSSTTTTTOPPPPPPPP

his voice isn’t extremely deep, but it’s kinda raspy and definitely more deep than normal.

He’s generally a nice dude if you’re nice to him, but will be the most cruel and uncaring motherfucker if you make fun of his tics, disrespect the people he cares for, etc

And god forbid you call him “ticci Toby” or compare him to his dad because you will end up with your head smashed into a wall

Takes surprisingly good care of his hatchets considering how disorganised the rest of his life is

He doesn’t constantly stutter. Infact most of his tics are motor tics where he gets neck jerks, but the most they do is interrupt his speech. He’ll continue on talking like nothing happened, and he only really gets vocal tics when he’s extremely distressed or angry.

Absolutely despises tight clothing.

Spends a lot of his time outside, because it’s something he has control over. His life is fucked up in general and he lacks control in a lot of areas, so he’s desperate to find something that he can control, because it helps ground him

Really attentive and observant when he needs to be

I’ve said this before but he is genuinely so terrified of furbies. They just freak him out

Has a really dark sense of humour, and will very often make jokes about his past (only he can do that tho) or really brutal things that would make any sane person feel unsafe

gets nightmares a lot, and very often finds it hard to sleep. Sometimes his past and the things that he does keep him up at night.

Very frequently he wonders what Lyra and his mum would think of him now, and it upsets him every time because he knows they would be upset. He tries his best not to think about it most of the time.

Has considered going back to the town he grew up in a few times, wondering if he might be able to see his mum again, even just a quick glance of her

But never goes through with it

He loves animals. His favourites are birds and raccoons, but he sometimes will hide in the forest to watch deer and other animals.

Enjoys Midwest emo music, and listens to the front bottoms, McCafferty, etc

Despises the smell and taste of alcohol and smoke. It brings back too many bad memories and he’s terrified of getting addicted and ending up like his dad

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𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬/𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. @lovely-btch

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta ticci toby #ticci Toby #toby rogers #tobias rogers #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby headcanon #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby hcs #toby rogers headcanons #creepypasta writer #creepypasta fanfic #marble hornets #marble hornets hcs #marble hornets headcanons

[chocogi]

Wherein the Creator is also known as the Holy Puppeteer, courtesy of the people she puppeteered around to see Teyvat in its glory.

Your hair stuck to the sides of your face. The trench coat you threw on to brave the snowy walk to the mall fluttered behind you, tattered and torn.

You were bleeding, you were tired, and you were running.

They shrieked and glared at you. Babbling about disrespect and Creator and death.

Hot tears slid off your cheeks and froze on the ground.

Your lungs burned; blood and soot decorated your clothes. The footsteps you left behind in the pristine snow of Dragonspine stood out with crimson charm.

Your blood stained the snow and laced it with gold. The snow foxes emerged from the icy corners and watched you flee.

You are alone.

Your skin is sickly pale and painful, golden strings erupted from your fingertips, grappling for anything that may save its master.

You play them around for your entertainment. You watch their stories play and do nothing. It is out of your hands, you didn’t know.

You didn’t know, you swear you didn’t know.

The strings thicken and wrap around you, hopelessly providing what little insulation it can to preserve your body heat. You’re getting desperate, the hot pain of the string and the stinging cold of the icy winds muddling your conscious. Everything’s a blur and you don’t know what’s happening anymore.

Why are you here?

The snow crunches under you as you fall, wrapped in a cold, golden cocoon of string. And suddenly, you cry out in relief.

Warmth spreads through you. You hug yourself and immediately flinch. It’s so warm, why is my skin so cold?

You distantly notice you stopped shivering.

The heat ramps up but your skin still feels freezing and soon you curl up and what is happening-

It’s too hot, why is it so hot-?

Your vision blurs; not that it matters, all you see is a wall of gold anyways. The heat feels like its boiling your blood and in response you try to rip off your clothes, push the pretty walls away, anything to balance out the sudden heat you’re feeling.

Black spots invade your sight and soon your wall of gold is a cold dark void.

Your body slowly stops moving as it puffs out your last breath.

A shimmery golden.. mass is not really what Albedo was expecting to see in the desolate land of Dragonspine, but here he is.

Even more surprising is the flora growing around and on it, uncaring of the freezing winds and the lack of soil.

If there’s no soil, there wouldn’t be enough nutrients for it to even bloom, right?

Maybe it’s another spectacle waiting for him to study.

Unsheathing his sword, he trims off the stray threads and cuts into the mass of suprisingly durable string.

The Cinnabar Spindle falls to the ground. Lifeless black, as cold as the snow around your carcass, bore dread into horrified teal.

Constellations littered your pale skin and the fading cosmos stay visible in your irises. If that wasn’t already a dead giveaway to who the body belonged to, the golden string from your fingertips is confirmation of your identity enough.

Without waiting another minute, he buries all the string, cuts it off and away from your fingers, picks you up, and bolts for his lab.

The rest of Teyvat who knew Albedo are left to question why Klee disappeared along with him, why neither of them can be found anywhere, and why Teyvat slowly caves in on itself.

They look to their statues of you only to be met with more puzzlement when they’re met with a cracked and curled statue, once smooth marble now jagged at the edges, and gold stripes from their anguished, stone eyes to the bottom of their cheeks.

The statue itself is surrounded by a puddle of molten gold and withered plants, the sight allowing the forming pit of despair in their guts to grow.

aka chocogi challenges themself on how to say you dont know anything about hypothermia without saying it directly

sorry lmao i was dead for some time

edit three people want a part two so have my brainrot

#genshin sagau #sagau #sagau genshin #genshin #genshin impact #albedo #genshin albedo #genshin imposter au #genshin angst #genshin impact sagau #albedo genshin #thoughtless meja

[joyswonderland1108]

JK deserves better.

I can't believe i keep on coming back to talk about shitty subjects because this damn fandom can't give the boys a rest.

Feel free to disagree, feel free to fucking block me if you do strongly disagree but a gentle reminder, i am here for the tannies and the tannies only. With that being said, FUCK , and i mean this with all disrespect, them JK solos. Fuck all solos but this post is about JK so imma focus on what is going on.

Honestly i have a lot of shit to say but so little organisation in my head that this post might end up becoming a whole ass mess but bear with me. Now if you really do love JK this post will make a lot of sense for you.

Do i start off again by talking about the "world tour" rumors? Yes, let's do that.

World Tour

I guess i've already mentioned this in previous posts but i also want to add a small detail that JK himself talked about. I feel like there's this obsession with JK doing a world tour that is turning into an entitlement uncaring about JK really.. Army want JK to do a world tour, JK himself talked about it, said many times before that if he was to do a world tour it wouldn't be now, not enough songs, not enough time, he also talked not ONCE not TWICE about wanting to reunite with the boys in 2025.

Now the other detail that i wanted to add was the pressure, whether you like it or not, JK WAS pressured, he was supposed to release an EP but somehow in the process he was pressured to take more and that boy had to fucking record 5 songs in the span of a week, he also had a very condensed time frame to get everything ready to release a full length album, well what turned out to be a full length album. We've all seen it, his schedules were hectic AF to the point where JK looked sick at times in the airport, that boy was so fucking tired, Jimin also expressed concern over his health, and who are we to know better than them? The boys see him and know about him more than we will ever do and even they saw how it was fucking tiring for him.

In Suchwita JK mentioned that while yes a world tour is great but FOR NOW he wants to wrap it up with music shows (You'll have to excuse me i'm a whole mess so i'm not sure where to look for ss of exact moments i'm talking about my files are all messy but you know what i'm talking about.. hopefully) Now.. If and i say IF somehow there is a world tour announcement just know that this is part of the whole pressure. I don't even know how to explain it but if JK was pressured into releasing a full length album when he himself said WAY BEFORE that it would be an EP, then don't be surprised that he'd be pressured to do that damn world tour cause some ARMY can't shut the fuck up for the life of them.

Y'all seem to not give two fucks about this man's health, a world tour means even more hectic schedules for JK, instead of wanting that man to fucking rest, get healthy again, and actually wait for him, give him time to be ready physically and mentally, y'all want to rush him into giving you everything all at once because of your own enjoyment forgetting that he is not a machine, that he is a human being that is bound to break at some point.

You would think that after seeing how Yoongi looked tired af during his tour these people would have mercy on JK but no. And whether we like it or not, JK will have to enlist too and at the very least he should be well rested before starting his MS, burning him out and making him overwork himself just for him to have to do his military service next is actually cruel but let me guess, Army don't give a fuck about this now do they? They're still keeping in mind that baseless theory about JK enlisting way later.

Which takes us to the second point, MS.

Military Service

Just how many fucking times does JK have to tell y'all that he WANTS to reunite with the boys in 2025 for y'all to fucking understand that this is not about YOU it's about JK and his willingness to be with the other members. People just don't seem to realize how freeing it is to put MS behind your back, it's not just for Queer people, even if you're straight MS is very restricting for you so why on earth would JK want to be bound by a restriction for even longer?

And let's just go by these solos logic, JK is still young and doesn't have to enlist now, okay. By the time all the members will be done with their MS, JK will be of an age where he won't be able to postpone his anymore, and the result? All 6 members will be out ready to resume their group activities BUT JK. And then everybody will complain "How dare they resume their activities without their golden maknae" or they'll have to yet again set a hiatus and i don't think a hiatus is the first thing a group is looking for after their MS, a hiatus is the very last thing they think about when planning for a come back after MS.

I don't know if people see any logic in their very selfish thinking or..? Like please, do y'all even listen to JK? Do his words to you mean nothing? Is he just talking in an empty barrel? He has been telling us, not anyone else but US, he wants US to understand but somehow some people just can't seem to grasp at the reality of things. Is it that hard to support him on what he wants?

Moving on to the third point, and again i believe i did talk about this in a previous post or posts too but, those very disgusting song interpretations that for some damn reason is always coming from the hets (with all due respect to the respectful hets out there)

Song Interpretations

When he told Zane that the songs didn't reflect his real life i was wondering.. Did he perhaps see all those disgusting and disturbing interpretations of his previous songs aka Seven and 3D by het Army on Tiktok? It really had me thinking whether he just wanted to mention that because.. or did he really see those damned interpretations and he felt the need to put that in there just in case.

I mean when JK decided to show a more mature side of him, i'm pretty sure his intentions weren't for us to see him as your typical het fuckboy and exactly how is someone singing about sex making him a fuckboy? Since when does having a sex life makes you a fuckboy? Can't people committed to one person not have a sex life or..? Why does this boys always have to come here to clarify things?

Like can't y'all just be normal and at the very least do cute and funny interpretations instead of making it absolutely horrifying and i'm not even going to talk again about the photocards during Music Bank that fucking Tiktok Army gave a vile interpretation to..

The thing is, it doesn't stop at just ARMY there are other people who are as disgusting as some Army really.. Which takes me to my last point and i'm not even gonna say much about it cause this is worthy of a whole ass post that honestly i don't feel too much dedication for to make..

The Acquaintances

Do i have to say again that i'm here for the tannies and the tannies only? Well not just me but many of us are actually, so can some of you PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!! Stop hyping up every single person that in a way or another has had a connection to the boys?

Seeing a damn journalist ditch professionalism and acting like a 12yo stan in the name of JK is just so.. WTF? You know things? Good for you but how about you shut the fuck up and let JK or the company do the announcement. I'm tired of seeing JK come to us everytime looking disappointed that we already know about what he might've been excited to announce to us HIMSELF. It's just so sad to see him go like "Oh i guess you already know.." Like.. No baby we do not please tell us, like PLEASE stop taking the excitement away from him, i would absolutely hate it to want to announce something related to ME just for a damn stranger to do it in my place.

You got the opportunity to work with JK, or as a professional to know things about JK? Amazing! Good for you, but please, it is not your place to be acting like those fake tea accounts on the tl.. Keep it to yourself or at the very least make one good post about it and shut the fucking fuck up until whatever is supposed to come out does then you can hype it up all you want.

Same for anyone who is working with JK, y'all need to stop giving them too much clout because the moment they end up being problematic, know that it is your own damn fault that haters end up coming for JK because y'all can't seem to put a difference between JK and the people who work with him, you always link them together and put them in the same box which ends up being a green light for haters to lump him into the same category as those problematic people.

Yes it is decent to have respect for the people working with the tannies as long as they do deserve that respect, once they show their true colors we do NOT have to keep that respect, now i'm not saying we should fight them but simply there is no need to hype them up. JK is not the people who are working with him and the people who are working with JK are not JK. Stop putting a label on what are those people to JK, Scooter is a whole ass dick but just because he is involved in JK's album it doesn't mean JK is the same as him, this and that are two different things and same for any single person who is working with any member.

We do not have to bootlick people just because they are working with BTS because i repeat the moment these people show their true colors it becomes a whole mess and our boys end up being dragged into a hell fest of hate, UNPROVOKED.

With that being said, please have some respect for JK, hype HIM up, show HIM support and please respect his own decisions, HIS DECISIONS, not someone else's but his.

AND STREAM GOLDEN!!!

#Nothing but love to JUNGKOOK #Golden boy JK

[mrs-weasley-reid]

Slap Back to Vegas

platonic Spencer Reid x geniusbau!reader | part 2

part 1 | part 3 | part 4

Summary: Spencer was broken, the most broken he has ever been. As much as bau!reader wants to coddle him with sweet words like the rest of the team does, she can't because she made a promise six years ago.

Warning: mentions of death, self-harm, violence. cursing. short-tempered reader. (tell me if I missed anything)

A/N: this might be a bit heavy, so please be mindful as you read.

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"Reid, answer the damn phone and stop moping." You hung up the phone with a thud, your nostrils flaring.

It has been two weeks. Two weeks since Spencer began grieving over Maeve's death, shutting people out. You were no exception.

And you weren't one to be insensitive or inconsiderate or impassive or uncaring or any other words to paint you out as the inhumane agent, but Spencer needed a wake up call.

No. He needed more than just a wake up call. He needed one hell of a delicious eye opening slap on his face. He needed to stop blaming himself, killing himself with guilt.

It has been six years since you promised to be his one friend who would never hesitate to be real with him. You were true to your word.

You may not fully relate to his grief, but you knew his stupid attempt to wallow in guilt would not do him any good.

"He can take all the time he needs," Hotch announced as his focus remained at the folder on his lap.

You rolled your eyes, "No, he can't."

Hotch gave you a stern look. The look of a disrespected father being questioned for his parenting skills. "Why don't you focus your energy on the case?" He made sure his authority was clear.

"95% of those who loses their partners are at risk of suicide." You stated nonchalantly, flipping through your own copy of file. "I'm just saying. Give him space all you want. Exactly what he needs to hang himself." You shrugged, as if your words weren't horrible. They were. You knew they were.

Rossi was the one to speak your name in a warning tone.

Sometimes you wished you wouldn't be the one to shake some sense into Spencer. You grew frustrated. Genius and empty minded. Just like Spencer, emotion was a difficult area for you to dabble in.

So here you were, the villain in the BAU team's story.

A lot of them grew increasingly annoyed at you. They thought, at first, it was denial. Denial that Spencer was grieving. That your friend was hurt. Then, they were left to think it was jealousy.

You and Spencer have been awfully close for the past six years, but Maeve's existence seemed to surprise you. So, they thought, maybe you were jealous of her. Because Spencer loved her dearly. Because Spencer loved someone else.

And boy were they wrong.

You love Spencer? Correct. You're in love with Spencer? Maybe you should be the one hanging yourself. You cared for him deeply, finding friendship in the midst of tragedies. However, you don't find it in yourself to love him romantically.

As harsh as your words were, you knew sweet nothings wouldn't get through Spencer. It would just make him push people away further, just like what he was doing right now.

You sighed in defeat, obliging to Hotch's advice. You directed your energy to the case, helping them the best you could, probably even better than Spencer. You were a genius, too, after all.

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Voice mail greeted you once again, you closed your eyes in agony. You were losing patience, much less hope.

"Spencer—" It was rare. You never called him by his first name. "How am I supposed to slap you some good ole reality if you're over there acting like you're dead? A simple, 'I'm alive, leave me alone,' would be fine. Spencer, I don't entirely know how you feel, but trust me, I know it's hard. Can you at least respond to the others? Blow on the speaker or something just so they know you're alive. I'm really mad at you. I look like the bad guy here. Just know that once you feel better, I will physically slap you back to Vegas."

A weak smile urged the corner of Spencer's lips as he listened to your irritated voice. That was the first time his lips even moved. He forgot how much he loved to talk.

You sighed, placing the phone's microphone closer to your lips. "You're being stupid, Spencer. You're being unfair to everyone who has been with you for years. They want to help you. Let them help you. Plus, I hate that everyone thinks I'm in love with you. Please tell me that makes you want to puke too." You paused. He could only imagine the grimace on your face, and that made him chuckle. "You must respond to them and tell them how much you love me as your annoying sister. Ugh! Fine. Mope around all you want—"

Spencer quickly played the next voicemail you left him, knowing how persistent you were as a person. He knew you weren't about to cut your speech off.

"This is fucking stupid. Who the hell made the decision to make voicemails three minutes long? Why am I even leaving you a voicemail? I don't even leave my mother a voicemail. Do me a favor, make it easier for me and answer the freaking phone, you son of a bitch!" Spencer couldn't take it anymore. He fell on fits of laughter in the tightness of his apartment. His stomach cramped, his hands cradling it to ease the shortness of his breath.

Spencer collapsed on the floor. Tears glided down his temple. What made the tears bearable was the fact that they weren't of grief. They were of momentary happiness. Would you be glad to know that your demise cheered him up a bit? Probably not.

A groan escaped you. He knew you've grown impatient of him. You didn't have much patience to begin with. "I meant your Dad, by the way. Diana would agree with me." He nodded as if you were in front of him. "Spencer. I wasn't oblivious. I am a genius, too, you know. Why does everyone always forget that I have 184 IQ? I knew there was someone. You always memorized phone booth locations first before working on the geographic profile. You're always smiling after a call from God knows whatever phone booth you wandered to. I knew it was someone who made you happy. If everyone knew about your girlfriend, I knew about the silly little book you're probably holding right now."

You took a well needed pause, your tongue went dry and empty of words, but your mind was running a thousand miles per hour. Spencer heard you shoo someone away and snorted at the shortness of your temper. And at that point, he found anything you did hilarious.

Clearing your throat, you continued. "I would be lying if I said that I wasn't happy for you. And a clown if I said I don't feel an ounce of sympathy for your situation. But guess what? I made a promise. So listen carefully. You, Dr. Spencer Walter Reid, are being excruciatingly stupid. There are people who wants to support you. You deny it? You're not so special, Spencer. You're just a genius. We're geniuses who struggle in life and as far as statistics could go, we shouldn't dumb ourselves down when emotions strike. We're too unapproachable to deny friends. So if there are people who wants to hold your hand, take it. And I'm sure Maeve—"

His fingers shakily played the last voicemail you left him. The mention of her name still ached his chest. If it was JJ who left him the voicemail, he would've turned the player off and cry for about an hour.

Somehow, you saying her name felt serene. As if Maeve was your best friend and you were relaying him a message from her in the meanest way.

You could've texted him a long essay. But no. You knew he needed to hear every word that left your mouth.

"Maeve wanted to meet with you because she didn't want you to feel alone. Don't you think moping by yourself defeats that purpose? I don't know her personally. But in the small time I saw the two of you together? At gun point and tied up, for sure, but I knew she loved you just as much as you love her. She wouldn't want you to be alone right now. No one is asking you to be okay. It's okay to be depressed. It's okay to grieve. But at least have the decency to let people help you. No one is forcing you to go back to work. Well... I am."

Spencer rolled his eyes and shook his head. Of course you were. You hated when he got the luxury of getting more day offs than you did. You hated that there was always something that made him vulnerable. All jokes, but a little bit of it was true.

He would never forget the day you got shot—luckily just grazed by the bullet—and Hotch called you in the middle of getting stitches, whether you remembered the unsub's face and was up to talk to a sketch artist. You glared blood and daggers at Spencer that day as he sat across you, an ice pack on his head to tender his concussion.

"I can handle the case without you, but—" You let three seconds pass. Spencer thought you ended the message there, but you spoke again. "I don't feel comfortable when a friend of mine with 187 IQ is being stupid. It distracts me. I worry. Hear that? I'm worried. That's very concerning. So please, respond to the others. Open the door for Penelope and JJ. Answer Derek's calls. Maybe cry in Hotch's office. Join his widower club. Is it too early to joke about that? I don't know. But I would never know if you keep being a jerk and don't answer me."

Spencer stood up. He has decided. He was going to let you slap him back to Vegas.

— ✿ — ✿— ✿ ✿ ✿

You had no idea whether Spencer was still breathing. And if he ever answered Derek's calls, you weren't aware. The whole team made sure not to mention him when he called Derek, or had a short conversation with Penelope.

It was unfair to you, really. They had no idea how much influence you had on Spencer that he began to work his way around the profile. Even better, ask Penelope to fly him to where everyone was.

Nevertheless, you racked your brain for any reasons why the unsub chose to use blood as his paint. You left the group when the lab report arrived, locking yourself inside the ladies room. You had had enough of them criticizing you and undermining your thoughts because they were still upset over your attitude towards Spencer.

Meanwhile, as you bit your nails in the privacy of the precinct's restroom, one specific curly-haired genius arrived.

"What other reasons would he have for separating the plasma from the blood?" Hotch examined. He was particularly waiting for your answer, but you were too busy rebelling against them in the restroom.

"It's a habit." Spencer interjected, earning everyone's attention.

"Reid," Derek said in suprise.

"Spence," JJ exclaimed simultaneously, relieved at the sight of him. She immediately engulfed him into a tight hug.

"I didn't expect you back this soon. You sure you're ready?" Hotch's usual austere brows softened ever so slightly.

"No, but I think I figured something out." Spencer flashed a tight-lipped smile, allowing everyone to know that he was coping just fine. "And I need someone to slap me back to Vegas." A soft chuckle vibrated out of him.

Everyone's eyebrows knitted. Was he making a joke? If he was, they had no idea what it was about. They couldn't find the humor in it.

"He's a hemophiliac." You announced as you walked back in the bullpen, unaware of Spencer's presence. "Some hemophiliacs inject plasma into their wounds—"

You were cut off by a huge impact on your body. Your arms were stretched out, processing what was happening.

Spencer was hugging you. That was rare. Almost as rare as you calling him by his first name. Not that the two of you had never hugged before, but it was only when one of you almost died, and needed the assurance that both of you were, in fact, alive.

"Thank you," He whispered next to your ear, his embrace tightening for a few seconds before letting you go. You have yet saved him from distress for the nth time, and he didn't know what he would ever do if you decided to stop.

Spencer placed his elbow atop your head, facing everyone. "And she's not in love with me. We would rather shoot each other." He said with a grin, taking everyone by surprise.

You scoffed, swatting his arm off your head. "Do you feel better?"

It was a mistake. He should've not nodded. He should've kept his sullen face, and maybe you wouldn't have glared at him whilst cracking your fingers.

You rubbed your palms together, nodding. "Good, because I wasn't lying when I said I was going to slap you—"

"—back to Vegas." Spencer finished your sentence, the recent sorrow in his eyes replaced by fear for his life.

Rossi turned to the others, "I think we owe our second genius a generous apology."

And they all agreed in silence, watching as you demanded Spencer to stay still whilst he ran around the precinct.

#spencer reid imagine #dr spencer reid #ssa spencer reid #spencer reid #spencer x reader #criminal minds fandom #spencerreid #criminal minds #cm #criminalminds #fem!reader #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x fem!readr #spencer reid x reader

[darklordsauron]

I WATCHED THE FIRST EPISODE OF RINGS OF POWER (illegally) SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO:

I will list all the bad things and the good things of the first episode. Fair warning, I am right and those articles which calls this piece of steaming shit a masterpiece is wrong.

BAD THINGS-

The acting is sub par and so uncaring that it literally didn't feel like a real, just under a billion dollar, fantasy show based off of the legendary writing of J.R.R Tolkien.(Rest in peace, you deserve the world.)

Galadriel is a Mary-Sue (the perfect person. Everybody wants to be her, she is so 'cool' Rawr XD Uwu) and she is short despite being described in the books as taller than most elvish women and almost half of elvish men.

Elrond seems to have a crush on her and that just makes me nauseated.

Galadriel, if I should even call her that, wears the fëanorian star on every wardrobe item she owns it seems.

Actually, all the elves are the same height or even under it when compared to the humans.

The music sounds more like Game of Thrones than anything even remotely associated with LOTR.

The costume design in terrible. The material is cheap and plastic, they don't even try to conceal it. In one scene you can see that one of the background characters is wearing a black T-shirt underneath the clothes.

They barely say any of the characters' names (except Galadriel, which they repeat almost constantly). I had to google their names.

Brondir is the edgy warrior who is in love with the single mother (already forgot her name) who tries to help everyone around her.

The Harfoots, I also forgot all of their names, are the Hobbits of the second age and I hate the other main character whom comes from them. She is the relatable, clumsy character who is super curious. In other words, the most over used and predictable trope in all of film history.

They bring in new monsters/creatures that Tolkien never, ever wrote about. They probably needed these cliches to make the first episode more interesting.

The CGI sucks especially when Galadriel is climbing the glacier, icy, mounting thingy. The water is jelly and a piece of Valinor's sky literally clips out if you look really closely.

They jump locations every two minutes which gave me a headache and somehow the series is both fast and slow...AT THE SAME TIME!

There is really no heart in it. The entire thing was apathetic and simply lacked soul (because they sold their souls for money).

GOOD THINGS-

Gil-galad, his character actually looks canon and the actor is putting his heart into the performance thus making him the best.

The make-up of the orcs is simply beautiful. If only the rest of the series was.

Any scene with Sauron and the mentions of Morgoth is cool as it feels as if they have actual power in the otherwise boring show.

So far it sucks (no surprise there). I wanted to break my TV simply because their disrespect towards the source material is so obvious. Tomorrow my brain will have recovered enough to watch episode 2: Shit becomes shitier.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

#lord of the rings #the rings of power #lotr on prime #middle earth #tolkien #lotr #lotr amazon #fuck amazon #j.r.r. tolkien #i hate it thanks #amazon is a mosquito #the silm #galadriel #the mary-sue #the first episode was terrible #literally the worst #my brain is fucked #why

[water-connects-all]

Spider Socorro

When Neytiri called her kids, Spider recognises her call, a call of a mother, but Neytiri never even thought of spider as friend, never mind a child.

Spider knew everything about the sully’s, and a lot about the Omatikaya tribe, he could have just given up the mountain stronghold when he was tortured.

But he didn’t. He fought like mad not to even think of it when all he was feeling was pain and that question was chucked at him again and again and he still fourt so hard not to think.

He blew up on Quaritch for even speaking of killing a Na’vi, and went mad when he had the Ilu killed, and was upset when realising they completely disregarded and disrespected the Tulkan by wasting near enough everything.

He fought like mad in the big battle, he got the big ship out of commission, took down three guards, he’s sixteen and he was fighting so hard for his FAMILY it took four fully-trained military soldiers to hold him down.

He held Neteyam and helped as best he could on the ride back, never mind how guilty he probably felt about it.

He knew going back was dangerous but he still told Jake exactly where to go and led him there with no hesitation.

He helped Lo’ak and Neteyam when they went for him, he begged for Kiri’s life even as Neytiri held him under her knife, uncaring about what would happen to him.

He kept Kiri safe as he could when he was alone with her, and he could hold onto both Jakes Skimwing and Lo’ak’s Ilu, telling them to go faster and never lost his hold, despise both of the Na’vi having done so their first time.

He looked for Jake when Jake never looked for him.

He practiced true Na’vi customs, dragging Quaritch to the surface. He had spared Kiri’s life, and saved his, he was instrumental in Neteyams death but Spider still owed him in the way of Na’vi, so he repaid his dept, and I can’t begin to imagine the hurt, pain and guilt he’s feeling.

He went back, and when to the funeral.

Spider was raised Na’vi.

He was about as Na’vi as he could be whilst being human.

Yet none fully capable of rescuing him even tried.

Kiri is the only one we see actually upset about his capture.

And Lo’ak is the only reason they got him back.

Spider found his family but most of them don’t see him as family.

Feedback is always appreciated<3

~ Läwei

#spider #spider socorro #avatar #avatar: way of the water #avatar the way of water #atwow #miles spider socorro #Läwei’s Pandora

[pastel-twilight]

✨ An Analysis of Shiki Misaki ✨

Neku, Beat, & Josh were all bitter towards the world because they felt like they couldn't be understood. Shiki stood out from them in that she outright wanted people to perceive her in a different way than she actually was.

It's interestingly ironic since she's the most accepting & empathetic out of the whole group. She's more than willing to encourage others to open up so she may understand them, & yet, she's very unwilling to show her "true self" out of fear that she's not good enough to be cared about in return. It shows how unworthy she feels in comparison to those around her. She even puts herself down at several points, subtly or not.

She was patient with Neku, gentle with Beat, & she'd likely be kind with Joshua. But she believes she's not like them. She shouldn't be herself. If she were, it'd expose just how unimpressive she truly is. Nobody would like her & her friendships would fall apart.

However, as good as her intuition is, she's very incorrect about that. Eri, who's apparently a large source of her self-hatred, adores Shiki. Claims to be nothing without her. Neku, a guy who hated humanity & pushed everyone away, warmed up to Shiki in a matter of days because of the cracks in her façade revealing someone he could have better respect for. He outright says he likes her as she is & to discard the notion that she has to be like Eri.

Shiki - insecure lil Shiki - caused a domino effect that led to the city she dreamed of basing her future in being preserved. It was Neku who proved Joshua wrong in the end, but it was Shiki's influence that inspired Neku to become better to begin with. She's simply that amazing.

Sadly, being able to change & befriend the previously uncaring Neku didn't fully clear her doubts. This led to the telling question, "Once you see the real me, will we still be friends?"

"Count on it. You'll always be Shiki," wasn't something she expected to hear in return.

I theorize that during the ending, she was only mostly shown & not completely because her arc wasn't finished. It symbolizes that her journey towards self-love has not yet reached its conclusion. We can't see Shiki at her (literal) fullest until she's ready to accept herself.

NEO is where that changes. She's living out her dream, being herself down to a fashion sense that might seem tacky to others, but feels cozy to her. It's what she feels about herself that matters, after all, & she's finally acknowledging it. This is why I like her new design.

Shiki used to base too many of her feelings on how others may or may not feel about her, but now that she knows she's good enough, she can be confident in whatever she does. Wear sneakers with a dress & oversized cardigan, then top it off with large, nerdy glasses? Sure, why not! She even succeeded in starting her fashion brand with flying colors. Now she can simultaneously make herself & others happy! Sad as it is that Eri didn't show up alongside Shiki, it goes to show that the seamstress can be iconic even if her bestie('s appearance) isn't involved.

Also, contrary to popular belief, Shiki's not shy. She was awkward when it came to herself & her needs, but was loudly eager to befriend & aid others. She was mostly super capable of putting her foot down when she felt disrespected. That strength can't be faked. It's no persona.

Shiki Misaki's bountiful optimism & compassion already helped her stand out. She never needed to be someone else to shine bright.

When we finally get to see her eyes, we note that they're big, beautiful, & brown like Eri's, but with a different hue. Shiki's hue. 💚

#i love this girl so much you don't understand #she's done so much for others and she's finally learning to love herself #i relate to her on such a deep level #does that make me conceited? adoring a character i feel so similar to? #i dunno but i don't care since i gotta love myself as well #twewy #the world ends with you #ntwewy #neo the world ends with you #shiki misaki #kiki's analyses #twewy spoilers #ntwewy spoilers

[eagleidiot]

Toph’s Treatment in canon and fanon

one thing I realised is: despite how poorly she was treated by her parents Toph never stopped loving them once, she felt guilty for leaving them behind despite them treating her more like a prisoner then a loving daughter. Toph’s parents were only being protective yes, but they were being damagingly protective helicopter parents not letting her be herself and express herself in a safe way, instead fully embracing her when they found out she could earthbend, they instead hired someone to only teach breathing exercises and stances. Toph is very quick to forgive people and she does not actually hold a grudge unlike Katara does, she just like any other kid and just wanted to have love and affection for who she was, herself, TOPH BEI FONG: Master Earthbender. not Toph the “Bei Fong Daughter”

she was perfectly happy with listening to people she respected, she doesn’t blindly hate authority. She adored Iroh because he treated her no different then he treats others, with undying kindness. She crushed on Sokka because of how he pretty much treated her like a capable person and sometimes even forgot she was blind because he saw her as a person and not “The blind girl” Katara treated Toph like her little sister, which of course at first annoyed Toph but when she realised that Katara loved her, not the fake perfect blind girl she had to pretend to be, she stopped being annoyed and loved her back.

Aang of course got on her nerves by basically disrespecting her lessons, which in her eyes were fair but challenging, She does not coddle, she doesn’t sugar coat it. once Aang stood to her and stared repeating what she said and did, she showed right back and forgave him. Zuko is a fun case because she barely knew him at his worst but she does know his uncle who has nothing but kind things to say about him, how misguided he was, and how he was so poorly treated. She had a kindred spirit of being in broken homes, but unlike hers, which was out of misplaced love, Zuko was out of pure spite, and the many times she did meet him she could tell by his heartbeat how scared, honest, or confused he was, unlike Azula who was always calm and collected. She even comforted him and assumed him that Iroh is proud of him despite everything he did to betray his uncle. It’s sad how LOK seems to forget how emotionally intelligent Toph is and instead made her forget every other thing she’s learned so far just to basically flush it down a toilet. I do think she’d give her kids the freedom she never had, but to the expense of them feeling alone and uncared for. Do I think she’d be perfect? Hell no, she’s the most likely to make mistakes in this manner, but to think that perfectionist Toph wouldn’t try to figure what she did wrong right away is silly.

#toph #toph beifong #sokka #katara #aang #Zuko #Iroh #Toph is highly intelligent folks

[yupuffin]

Actually, this brings up a point about Alhaitham that I want to address. (Well, technically I already addressed it loosely as the subject of a fic, but not as a Tumblr post.)

A few times I've seen notions along the lines of "Alhaitham cares, he just doesn't show it" -- which I think is on the right track and well-intentioned, but, by my personal reading of him as a character, not entirely accurate. It is, however, certainly more accurate than claims that he is cold or has no feelings.

I think Alhaitham is (or can be) a caring person, and while he doesn't necessarily show it in conventional ways, he does have his own personal ways of expressing it.

It's pretty clear from initially meeting him in Port Ormos that he's guarded around people he doesn't trust yet--he speaks formally, and his expression doesn't change much, aside from a brief smirk or smile of confidence whenever he realizes that his cooperation with the Traveler is "increasingly worth his investment." Overall, based solely on his dialogue and mannerisms, it's difficult to discern his thought patterns or his personality.

However, he isn't blatantly disrespectful or cold, either; in fact, I was struck by his courteousness: he thanks the Traveler for their efforts, offers them a break, and explicitly gives them permission to decline to answer a question or even to consent to working with him. In the one moment that he is duplicitous by pilfering the Divine Knowledge Capsule behind the Traveler's back, he earnestly recognizes and apologizes for it later.

I feel that, even though Alhaitham doesn't know the Traveler very well at this point, he does care about them, even if only to the extent that maintaining a relationship with them based on genuine trust is beneficial to him personally. Ditto for when he rescues the Traveler at Caravan Ribat; even if his interest in the Traveler only extends to their undisclosed information and not them as a person, he still goes out of his way to help them.

Now, fast forward to several parts of the Archon Quest later, right before the team returns to Sumeru City to execute their anti-Akademiya plan--only because, at this point, everyone on the Sumeru team has had lots of time to bond and converse, and, hence, I think the contrast between the Alhaitham we met at Port Ormos and the Alhaitham we know now is potentially the greatest.

Alhaitham smiles and teases the Traveler and Paimon. Mostly ALHAITHAM SMILES.

The way he conducts himself is markedly different from how he addressed the Traveler back in Port Ormos. Though he still speaks bluntly and firmly maintains his personal boundaries, his demeanor is more sensitive and expressive than it was before. I took this as a sign that he'd grown to trust and care about the Traveler more, as he's comfortable being more vulnerable around them; teasing usually bothers me, but I found this scene touching instead for that reason.

This scene is merely my case study, though; there are others--I've also written a post on, for example, how I believe the execution of the anti-Akademiya plan demonstrates the strength and depth of Alhaitham's faith in his teammates. Again, my point is that Alhaitham does show that he cares in an individual manner, even if social conventions would lead someone to believe superficially that he is "cold" or "callous." Alhaitham obviously has things that are precious and meaningful to him, like the books he kept after his parents passed away. Returning to the dialogue that prompted this post, his free time is obviously one of these precious and meaningful things, so I think sharing what he does is something highly significant to him personally. He's certainly not emotionless, and he's not uncaring, especially not once he has the chance to bond with and grow to trust someone.

#genshin impact spoilers #genshin impact #alhaitham #al haitham #genshin alhaitham #genshin al haitham

[fatuismooches]

I know you've written about similar things before a little but I am sick with a cold rn and I have no idea what is going on but its like I've been blasted with dottore fixation juice.

Dotties morning voice is just so... mghanhgh... he grumbles in your ear from behind about some idiot that spilled a valuable substance on even more valuable notes, nibbling on your earlobe just a little while his arms are wrapped around your waist and grasping at your shirt.

Nearly growling right in your ear as you try to get up to go to the bathroom, he already has so little freetime to sleep with you, now you're trying to leave? When you whine and pout like a puppy, begging him to come cuddle with you for days and when he finally gives in you try to leave?! (No you aren't leaving for the next hour at least, you're gonna have to hold it in.)

Ah... and being sick right now. Its nothing serious but half the time I sit around feeling half dead... I should be drinking lots of water and resting but I don't wanna! He needs to force you into bed and under the sheets, grumbling with an annoyed frown on his face. I don't like soups very much either... especially the ones meant for when you're sick, they're just icky! He tells you to shut up and eat because you're not gonna get any better running around like a headless chicken while also spreading your disease to his underlings. If you still adamantly refuse he will not hesitate to just grab your face and shove the spoon into your mouth...

Little baby zandik is worried about you and wants you to read him a story but your voice is too hoarse to do that... Dottore scoffs at his child self but allows him near you. Baby zandik happily cuddles with you even if your breath is raspy and your body shivers but skin is too hot.

Obviously I love softie and secretly a sweetie dottie but I've been going circles with a quiet and always seemingly irritated dottie... he obviously loves you and worries for you but he's not gonna start babying you! It's just something about that kind of quiet dominance... where he can only give you a disapproving shake of his head when you do something dumb, or that disappointed dad tone when you hurt yourself... villain who's secretly sweet for their lover is always cute but grumpy x sunshine is a very close second... I think I may have accidentally made him sound mean and uncaring? I mean it in a way that he acts kind of like that but he really does love you!! Idk how to explain and I'm really just going off on my sick brain rambles rn... 😔 I wish dottie was real I need a mean cuddle buddy who bites me when I say something stupid...

Oh anon I hope you're feeling better by now!! :( Make sure to get lots of rest okay? I absolutely adore this brainrot though and I hope my additions can make you feel a lil better :3

RAHHHH SCRATCHING THE WALLS AT DOTTORE’S MORNING VOICE!! My heart… ugh, the first thing you hear, see, touch in the morning is Dottore 🫠 yea he’s ranting about some fool this early but who cares!! You can probably barely even process his words when his pointy teeth are just nombing a lil bit on your teeth and then making his way to you neck… and then burying his face there as he mumbles sone more complaints ❤️ LMFAO PLEASE HIM HOLDING US HOSTAGE FRRR, Bro will NOT be letting you go anytime soon!! SMH Dot will literally use your logic against you…. Aren’t you the one barging in his lab and getting in the way of his experiments begging for cuddles? You were just getting so pouty a while ago, and now you have the gall to try and leave… isn’t this what you wanted so bad? It’s actually quite rude of you to disrespect him and his time like this… now that he actually has time. Yea soooo good luck he is keeping you in bed 🙏

Anon… take care of yourself otherwise you’ll find me at your doorstep instead!! Drink your water and rest! 😡 but yes. Avoiding these things will cause Dottie to take matters into his own hands even if he has to be mean about it. Do you have no care for your body? Trying to wrestle him is futile because you WILL find yourself in bed with a lecture of him grumbling how annoying you are… (he doesn’t mean that he just wants you to get better and take care of yourself) Refusing to eat? HELP YOUR DESCRIPTION HAS ME ROLLING 😭 He’s rough and tough but it comes from a good place you know? And you know what, I’d pretend not to eat just so Dottore can force feed me (lovingly) 😻 At least his clones are immune to illness so you can bother them! OMGGG BABY ZANDY TOO I LOVE HIM SMM 😭😭🙏❤️❤️ He is the most precious baby 😭 he opens your door a crack and peeks inside repeatedly, so worried about you until you beckon him inside and he seats at your bedside troubled. He misses your piggy back rides and stories so bad :( and will happily cuddle with you if it makes you feel better! Zandy will even read you the story this time!

AND DW ANON I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND WHERE YOU’RE COMING FROM BECAUSE I LOVE BOTH SIDES OF DOTTORE ❤️🤭🤭 HE’S SO BOTH!! He’s still just that guy who struggles with being nice outwardly, who can be mean and grouchy to you every now and then, but I think you’ve been with him enough to understand how he truly feels you know? I think he feels sort of nice that he can finally have someone who can deal with his words and won’t get scared or mad at him :) But the Doctor really does love you teehee!! I hope you feel better love!!

#smooches talks #dottore love notes <3 #zandy bb <3 #we love a secret softie and a part-time meanie dot in this house #real i need dot to cuddle me and force me to sleep otherwise he'll bite me

[mr-payjay]

analysis of oj's thought process in this scene for funsies (quick warning for suitcase being put down and seen as inferior by another but it's not character neg)

why is oj being a massive fucking bitch? 🤔 Let's analyze.

so, obviously oj is living off a power trip in this episode. interesting implications about his actual power as a hotel owner. actually, at the beginning of the episode, we can see that he is NOT RESPECTED. salt lies about cleaning up, pepper demands him where the towels are (and he smugly lets her enter the DEATH TRAP DOOR? implying a familiar but negative relationship), and in general oj (and paper sort of but that's not relevant) seems to be the only caretaker while the rest of the residents are more like customers. though it seems they are *meant* to help out (such as salt being supposed to clean).

anyway. once oj gets the temporary host role for inanimate insanity, he immediately gets excited. we transition to the scene outside the hotel and he even does a little twirl! oj starts to read off the paper mephone uses (which oj has happily vandalized with drawings of himself and a snarky little message, this points to his general disdain towards mephone) and is trying to go Smoothly through with it. once the teams start fighting, he doesn't even try to figure out who's telling the truth, preferring instead to eliminate a random person. he REALLY likes to be efficient with his time, huh? that's talked about more in the next paragraph, but in this one i'll say a bit about his hatred for inanimate insanity. for the whole episode, he is uncaring of the show's rules, guidelines, structures, etc. he eliminates someone at random, he makes the contestants clean the hotel NOT as a challenge then flips a coin to determine the loser (only after they question him), he makes them sing for no reason other than to be entertained, he zips through every step as fast as possible. he does not care at all about ii, despite being so eager to host it. why? because hosting it means he gets to boss around a group of people (and he can make them clean his hotel! something he really needs help with!!), he gets to take mephone's place and mess with his stuff and disrespect his show, and generally he gets to sort of... take out some of his lasting frustrations surrounding ii. i don't think ANY of the season one cast is fond of inanimate insanity (and especially not of mephone), even if it brought them together (also not always a good thing). oj certainly isn't.

once he picks suitcase, he starts by calling her "whats-your-face" (thank you for noticing mari), then a few seconds later calls her by her actual name. thissss is so interesting to me. he KNOWS her name, apparently. but he called her a mean name first. this can either imply that he forgot, that he's just being a jerk for the hell of it, or both. i think it's both. a mix of his obsession with productivity and his need to be superior motivates this. he wants to get the elimination over with as quickly as possible, so quickly that he doesn't even bother to remember her name right away, because he's SO efficient that he just simply Doesn't have time for these things (in his mind). so it makes him feel both superior to her (disrespecting her), makes him feel good about himself (he feels like he's just being Productive and Time Efficient and part of that is that he has "no time" to do anything else but work). basically, he DID forget her name for like, a singular second, he just didn't bother to wait a moment or correct himself instead of calling her something else.

and for telling suitcase she's ruining the show? let's bring it back to ii1. oj insults people whenever he feels like it. he's pretty mean, and he's worse when he's stressed. he insults people particularly for being "useless" (such as to bomb), and is quick to fight back against anyone who challenges him. a pushover like suitcase is easy to demean. and it makes him respect her even less when she's being so meek! oj thinks his snappishness is justified by the fact he's, once more, simply being time efficient ("we've got a busy schedule!"), and that she is just wasting his time. i said earlier that oj doesnt respect inanimate insanity. so why does he accuse her of ruining the show if he doesn't care about it? well, because this is *his* episode. his time to be the host. even if he disregards the usual way things run, he's still going to get upset if something conflicts with *his* plans. he wants to get this over with and get them to clean his hotel, not much else (again, he's still enjoying being in a position of authority, he just likes to be nonchalant about how Superior and Powerful he is now). if someone's interrupting that, he's going to assert himself. oj always fights back against anyone who challenges him, and suitcase is too much of a doormat to stop him from shutting her down.

now for oj telling her to step back. this part is petty. he's irritated but also kind of. happy about being irritated. "what," you say? well, see, suitcase is genuinely trying to follow his directions. she just doesn't know how *much* to step back, obviously. so oj keeps shooing her a little bit at a time until she's finally offscreen, and you can tell he's a little bit annoyed by it. but this is part of the power & superiority once more! he gets to boss around someone "inferior to him" who is just soooo stupid that she doesn't even know where to go. and oj has to shoo her over and over because she's just not getting it (since he is sooo very much smarter than her and she is just completely incapable of following OBVIOUS directions.) but it's okay she is simply a Minor inconvenience (in his head) that he has dealt with now. also note that he could've just pointed to where she had to go. does this paragraph make sense? he likes being able to tell others what to do and have them do it, so even if she's kind of annoying him by not completely understanding the instructions, he still gets to assert his authority quite a bit.

this analysis is particularly focused on the scene in the video but i do bring up some other parts of the episode to support it.

#juice.txt #osc #oj ii #ii oj #oj inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity #yet another ramble of mine #i should start tagging these #juice ramble #there #anyway oj has npd #this thought process may seem insane and cruel #and it kind of is #but he's not a bad person #just has fucking problems

[dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night]

Eden part six

Masterlist in my pinned

TW: Stockholm Syndrome, referenced drugging, referenced kidnapping, referenced noncon piercings, referenced transphobia, referenced Christianity, conditioned whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, pet whumpee

Ezra's bedroom door creaked open, letting light in from the hallway. He stayed huddled under his blankets, warm and falsely secure.

It had been hours since he had laid down to rest, and he still didn't feel tired. Too many thoughts bothered him, repeating in circles and running themselves ragged.

"Ezra?" Christopher whispered. "Are you still awake?"

"Yes sir." Ezra didn't move. "What is it?"

"Oh, just a bit of insomnia." Christopher hesitated. "Would you mind keeping me company for a while?"

"Not at all sir." Ezra tossed his blankets off and stood up, giving Christopher his best smile.

He followed Christopher back to his own bedroom, finding it nearly as simple as his own.

A large bed covered in blue blankets sat with its headboard against the far wall, a nightstand on its left. A beechwood wardrobe and reclining chair stood against the right hand wall.

From the walls hung framed photos of people and art of plants. An essential oil dissfuser sat on the nightstand, releasing still more lavender into the air.

"I'll talk with you about whatever you like," Christopher offered, sitting on the edge of his bed.

Ezra sat down next to him. "Will you be angry with me if I'm honest sir?"

"I want you to be honest, but in a respectful manner. I would never be angry with you my darling Ezra."

"I'm homesick sir," Ezra blurted out. "I miss my family. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it."

"Dear Ezra," Christopher said gently, "you have not spoken to any of your relatives in over two years. Why the sudden change of heart?"

"I just didn't realize what I was missing sir. I'd give anything to see them again."

"Why do you think they still want you?"

"I-" Ezra floundered.

Why would they still want him? Their prodigal son, so uncaring as to abandon them for years.

"And even if they did," Christopher continued gently. "Do you really want to play the good Christian girl, wearing a pretty white dress to Sunday morning services? Or maybe you would like to be a punchline of family members who find attack helicopter jokes funny?"

"No, I-"

"Or," Christopher interupted, "have you forgotten why you found the courage to leave in the first place?"

Ezra burst into tears.

"Oh, I didn't mean to upset you so."

Christopher hugged Ezra, drawing him onto his lap. Ezra buried his face in Christopher's cotton night shirt.

"I love you," Christopher continued. "I just don't want to see you hurt."

"I had forgotten sir." Ezra wiped tears from his eyes. "But there are other things. Other people. I want to go home so badly."

"So you can do what? Work an abusive retail job? Room with people who disrespect your very existence? Watch the twenty four hour news cycle and doomscroll instead of sleeping? Starve yourself just to see if anyone will care, and become all the more depressed when they never do? I can't fathom you missing all of that."

Ezra couldn't help but think that Christopher was right.

His customers screamed at him daily, frequently reducing him to tears which he was the further harassed by management for. But Christopher never raised his voice.

His roommates wouldn't notice him missing until rent was due. Harry was a stoner who stashed his weed in the couch. And Shelly was an idiot who thought herself the nicest person ever born.

Christopher, on the other hand, had done so much to show Ezra his love. He cooked him good food, kept him safe, and reminded him of how loved he finally was, never expected any sort of repayment.

In his regular life people called Ezra a trannie mutt, not viewing him as worthy of respect, or even fully human. Christopher called him dear and darling and favorite.

No one ever touched him. He hadn't been so much as hugged in months, or had it been years? But not with Christopher, who constantly showed Ezra unbridled affection despite his sour attitude.

Other than being drugged and kidnapped, Ezra couldn't find anything wrong with his situation. Even the piercings had been a measured disciplinary reaction, not violent or sadistic.

Why couldn't he just be grateful?

Ezra clung to Christopher, needing his embrace as he needed air. Tears wetted Christopher's night clothes, but he cared not.

"I love you," Ezra sobbed. "More than anything. Please sir, don't leave me."

"And I love you." Christopher ran his fingers through Ezra's curly hair. "I won't ever let you go. You're mine, forever and always."

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Ezra asked, before regretting his phrasing. "I'm sorry sir, nothing like that. I'm just lonely."

"Of course you may. I would like nothing more."

Christopher gently nudged Ezra off his lap, and pulled back the blankets. Ezra laid facing away from him so they could cuddle nicely.

Christopher covered them both in the warm fuzzy blankets. He wrapped his arms around his pet, pressing their bodies closely together.

A sense of true comfort and safety overcame Ezra. And for the first time since waking up in Christopher's living room, he didn't feel trapped.

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[wyn-n-tonic]

Hi hi!

So I'm considering approaching my bosses to ask if I can put together a presentation (that can possibly be adopted into our training model) regarding deconstructing ableist language within our field. I don't foresee them saying no but I do think that they may tell me I'm still too new and they don't want to put extra responsibilities on me. Even though I'd be volunteering to do this and I have volunteered myself to take on next steps earlier in the past, my bosses are very big into making sure their employees are taking care of themselves first and foremost and I have felt safe in disclosing my own conditions to them so they are aware that I sometimes have limitations that I don't feel comfortable speaking up about and they will do so for me. In preparation for that possibility I was thinking of actually going ahead and putting this together anyway because I think that it's something that could benefit the writing community as well.

A big reason why I think that this is so important (and can be used in all fields but is a huge deal in my own) is because disabled people are often times un- or under-employed. So when it comes to my field, we are lacking in representation of the very community that we serve. This leads to a lot of outdated language and it leads to a lot of inaccurate understanding of the individual that they are serving. The language that is often used regarding disabled people is language that paints us as sad and evokes pity. So somebody who has never worked with this or that person automatically has an image in their head based on that language and that is what they go into interactions with and it leads to poor experiences where caregivers and families and individuals themselves feel unseen and unheard and uncared for by the very people who are supposed to help amplify their voices.

How this could benefit the writing community is helping with ensuring that we're not intentionally excluding an entire group of people from narratives. I've talked about this before but I don't expect to see myself in every story nor do I want to see myself in every story but I'm very good at picking up on when people like me are not wanted or welcome in a story.

That being said, I'd really love to hear from other disabled people regarding things that have been said to them that wasn't meant to come off as aggressive or dismissive or ableist but did anyway. Two of my biggest phrases that I plan to focus on are suffers from and struggles with.

For example, I've had somebody say, "she suffers from hearing loss," about me. Well... no. I don't suffer from my hearing loss and I'm not some half drowned kitten in a thunderstorm. What happened is that I had an infection that, as a result of poor access to medical care, I experienced partial hearing loss in my left ear. This is something that compounds on top of my auditory processing disorder that I experience as a symptom of my cognitive disability, which is autism and ADHD.

I hope that the difference between the original statement and the way that I presented my own abilities was noticeable and I welcome discussion and suggestion from abled and disabled people alike. Obviously, I'm prioritizing disabled voices but abled voices do have their space in this conversation. Why? Because it has to be a conversation and it has to be about learning and no gaps can be closed if abled people feel as though they can't ask questions or can't speak as somebody who loves a disabled person who has also experienced disrespect of language.

I also want to hear from queer and BIPOC people with disabilities on this topic because it has been my experience while working in this field that both populations are underserved and language plays a huge part in that not only by being ableist but also by being anti-LGBTQ+ or racist. My goal with undertaking this project isn't only to help my colleagues address and check their biases in real time but also to become a better advocate and hopefully help to increase services for people in my community who need it and are ignored.

#long post #disability #disabled #actually disabled #writing community #idk what to tag this as actually but this feels like a good start

[p0ssywhippedcream]

Could I possibly get some angst where L loses his composure and lashes at the reader because he's stressed? It can be angst to comfort if you're more comfy with that :)

Of course you can, lovebug! I honestly love angst but nobody ever requests it so thank you! <3

It’s been a long day, for both of you. You’re walking on eggshells and L’s mindlessly covering the floor in them with his grumpy mood.

He’s pacing right now, thumb between his lips and gnawed at roughly for the fourth time in 15 minutes. You’re holding a tray of snacks and watching him from the doorway. You’re worried about him. He’s had rough cases, sure, but right now he looks like he’d glare you through the floor if you tried to help.

It’s always like this when cases arise where there’s some kind of parent-child situation. His righteousness overfills and his moral compass skews more than usual, leaving him a frustrated, exhilarating wreck at the end for you to take care of.

You step into the room and his head whips around to stare blankly at you, questioning your audacity to enter his sacred space.

“Hi, sweetheart. I brought some snacks, maybe you’d like to take a break?”

His eyes narrow and he turns his face away from you.

“Of course not, don’t be ridiculous. I’m far too busy for a break.”

You nod and weave around his body to put the food down on his desk nonetheless, knowing he’ll still appreciate the gesture.

“Okay, well it’s here when you want it. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

His cold eyes are locked on the tray.

“I thought I just told you I don’t need a break, am I incorrect to believe you heard me?”

You stutter, confused. “Well, yes… I just assumed you’d want to eat sometime.” You always end up doing so anyway is left unsaid but heard.

“I don’t.”

“…”

You stand there, unmoving and kind of stuck not knowing where to go from here.

“What are you doing? I said I don’t. I said I’m not taking a break. You’re just standing there as if I’ve said nothing, a little disrespectful, don’t you think?”

Geez, where did the entitlement come from?

“You don’t mean that. You’re stressed.” You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself more than him, maybe you are.

“Of course I’m stressed, Y/n! Are you as stupid as you look? You’re not making this any easier. You should leave now before my focus is ruined entirely.”

You can’t even fight it, your legs are moving before you can think. He’s never this cruel, never to you. You’re aware you’re not as smart as he is but fuck, does he have to rub it in?

The sound of the door slamming wakes him from his trance and he turns to look longingly after. He hadn’t expected you to actually leave, you always stay with him during hard cases. How insensitive of you to leave him during this time of difficulty, do you even care about him?

Two people stand incredibly hurt by one another on different sides of a door. A tear slips from one’s eye, a audible crunch from the others mouth as he chews on his nail. When he finally sits back at his chair, he doesn’t care about your feelings anymore. He can’t afford to, he has to focus on this case. You can wait, justice cannot.

When you finally leave the building to go on a walk, you’re over it. You’ve forgiven mentally, given excuses for him before he can even apologize but the words still linger..

Still create painful illustrations of insecurities you’d buried prematurely, taking chunks of your confidence easily. The zombies of your past come back for you, eating you alive on a park bench as you question your devotion to your boyfriend. The ghosts of his past haunt him as he stares at a broken child’s face on his computer monitor, driving him to dedicate another sleepless day to solving the case.

Your face is hardened, stone cold and uncaring. You don’t even notice you’re crying until you feel your shirt become cold with tears. You smear them carelessly, angrily really, and fight the urge to scream.

How dare he? How dare you? How dare life? How are you supposed to go on feeling like this? How can everyone else just go about their day in pain? How do you forgive and forget? How do you live?

L’s fingers mindlessly pluck a strawberry from the tray, he’s through four before he realizes you were right. He’s through nine before the guilt settles in. He’s through the whole bowl before he lets himself grieve.

He stares longingly at the door, waiting for you to return so he can love you. He sent you out so he could focus but right now, all he can think about is the pain you must be in. He has no idea.

A pigeon lands on a sleeping person, crumpled on a park bench and shivering in their thin clothes. They’re completely unaware of the terror their boyfriend feels nearly four miles away as they rest, the eye bags almost as bad as his finally relaxing. They’re also unaware of the buzzing of their phone. They’re at peace, troubles far from their thoughts but nearby in physicality.

A pigeon flies away as a group of men approach the park bench. The phone buzzes more urgently. The person sleeps ever soundly. The case remains unsolved.

#holy shit this got dark #I hope you guys see the cool little thing I did with the last line #I thought it was neat #but Jesus Christ #the implications #hope you like how angsty it got 😭 #oph.posts #ticket time #24 hour ticket #🎟️ time #l lawliet x reader #l x reader #death note #deathnote x reader angst #l x reader angst #l lawliet x reader angst

[thewolfisawake]

While the orchestration of words had been his forte, the execution of deliberate action had always been Mhoirbheinn's. What his inaction was as poignant as his decision to walk away. Balmoral knew he should say something, anything...even if it were sweet lies. But despite all that led to this point, he still couldn't disrespect Mhoirbheinn in that manner.

This feeling swayed back and forth like churning tides that created maelstroms. It was a feeling that was rare but every encounter with it wracked Balmoral with pang he could not shake. Not now not centuries later. Bereft of his anchor and deprived of his armament, it seemed he could only default to his cornerstone. His eyes loitered on the empty hall for moments longer before reentering the room.

Inside Foirtchern appeared to have been waiting. That infuriating nonchalance of his demeanor evident as he opened his mouth to speak. However no proper wording came out as a stiletto was thrust within, tongue forcefully coiled so it was not severed and its end a guileless threat of bloodshed. He barely missed being hung from the window that now sprawled with webs of frost that obfuscated the snowfall. Though he was certain that if not what he were, some innard would have burst from the force he was pushed back. He looked down to an eye drained of his color, its silver shimmer harkening to the merciless torrents that made mortals fear when all the leaves shed from the trees.

"Coming into my realm, making a fool of me in my own fucking Court, you must have either guts of steel or a longing for death," Balmoral said. Despite the words that could hint propriety, he held no such regards. Through his gaze, Balmoral could already imagine the withering of the lungs. Breaths wracked with glass-like shards rattling and ripping into it, "Your purpose here, Abyssborn."

"So cold to your own, Balmoral," the other remarked clearly despite the knife uncomfortably close, "though I commend the name choice. Has a heft to it and a nice mouthf--"

Silver spilled as the fae's wrist flicked to cut into flesh, "King Balmoral to you, bastard. Your purpose."

"So forward, did you learn it from your protector? Speaking of, where did he--" there was a crack but whether it was the wall or bone was anyone's guess, "--as I told him, for you. A warning."

"A warning that involves unraveling such intimate information," his tone reflecting his disbelief. The stiletto was withdrawn. There was a measured look shared between them. Suddenly the blade pierced the clavicle, heedless of any muscle or bone for protection, "Who do you take me for? A hapless soul lying in desolation and desperation? 700 years of silence for your word now? Is this the gilded tongue that blinded my mother?"

"I thought it was closer to a millennia," Foirtchern interjected as he slid down, seemingly uncaring of the tearing of his body, "And let's not pretend Faolan was innocent in all this. She and I came to an accord. For a gamble for freedom. Even at the expense of a necessary yet reviled mistake."

Balmoral bristled yet didn't make another attempt against him.

"And you wield both her savagery and that supposed gilded tongue so well. Far better than my expectation," he admitted, "After all, I didn't think you'd make it past infancy. What with that hunger and the circumstances to escape. Yet here you are, King Balmoral, subjugating the Unseelie, duping Fateweavers...quite the feat for a walking casualty."

"Well, can't make a quality product with slipshod material now can you?" Balmoral quipped, almost missing the slight narrowing of the other's eyes.

"Yet you made it work. Though you still have far to go to truly hone that silver tongue to be tongued-tied before your protector. I could teach you if you wish."

"I have no desire to gain anything resembling you."

"Oh? So you intend to confess your sins to him?" Foirtchern didn't bother to let the silence hang before he said, "Of course you don't. Because you and I both know that if you did, he would not be here. A straight shot like that with a reputation for never being crossed unscathed, if he knew, he would have never agreed to all this. He would never forgive your 'little' transgression."

The temperature plummeted, revealing the crawling clouds of breath. The strength of his legs draining yet the newcomer still stood. If anything spurring his smile further.

"Am I wrong? You're a smart enough boy to discern the reality. To know that those sweet nothings are just that. Nothing. If he met the being, the monster, you are he would turn away. See through all the delusion you constructed, revolted by every lie constructed. You veil it so well but cracks are present. And you know what lies ben--"

A spike of ice skewered his throat before bursting into a violent bloom from within. The sharpened petals quartered limbs and shredded flesh. A spray of silver shimmered over the crystalline cluster that seemed to spread as if to ensure the destruction of the one before the king.

Shallow breaths gave the illusion of a dragon whose wrath was receding. He would hear no more. Despite knowing the word, Balmoral didn't quite 'hate.' At least until now. He hated this man that gave him this existence. He hated how he spoke so candidly about affairs that should have never seen the light of day. He hated this entire conversation. He hated how he had been laid bare by a person that had never deigned him important until this day. And above all, Balmoral hated that he was right.

No matter how many times he imagined it, cast it, wondered about it...he couldn't see it. No matter how many times he rehearsed, pondered and tread to broach Mhoirbheinn about the matter of his fatestealing and all its consequences...it always ended the same. The seizure of fear and anxiety overwhelmed him. The questions and answers that haunt and torment him every time.

How could he be forgiven when he had robbed Mhoirbheinn of what was rightfully his? What made him better than the brother that the fae killed when he took all that boy knew? He voraciously built by taking from others, what makes him better than the nobles his love detested? He was frighteningly selfish, taken by his obsessive heart to want what he'd never had before and whose talons refused to let go once he tasted it. He was greedy for wanting to have it all--his purpose fulfilled and his only desire sated. If Mhoirbheinn knew every aspect of him--the truth--he would see Balmoral as the parasite--the vermin--that he truly was.

A muddled gray eye observed the carnage. Splatters of blood strewn across the walls and furniture. Sinew draped like discarded clothes. Fragments of bone shattered across the rug. Yet he knew that this would not be enough to silence his father. Only hush for a moment. And with that moment, Balmoral stepped from the room. There was no guard recalled to the room...and he didn't call for one.

Instead he stepped, unescorted and without guidance, through the hall. The bloodshed already dismissed and an uncertain fate that loomed.

#{Balmoral Drabbles #{Foirtchern #it took forever to get this down #because emotional damage #Bal was not ready to go #toe to toe with someone that knows his dirty laundry #although you know #this is also probably a terrible way to meet daddy dearest #fun fact though #the latter part of their encounter and Bal's thoughts #was actually written... #about a month into Bal's creation? #the journal knows all folks #long post