#i got curious to see just how angry people are on twitter

[avatar-anna]

Como La Flor

summary: you accidentally spend too much time online

words: 2.4k

tw: none

“Harry looks so bored when he’s with her.”

“He’s clearly not happy in this ‘relationship.’”

“What does he see in her anyway?”

“Nothing. He looks fucking miserable.”

“I’m really worried about him. She’s obviously using him for fame.”

“Did you see her in that dress last week? She looked horrible. God I hope she’s not pregnant. We’d be stuck with her forever.”

Sniffling, you shut your phone off and placed it face down on the night table next to you. You flicked the lamp off and hid yourself under the fluffy covers of your bed. Squeezing your eyes tight, you hoped that the last hour you spent online was burned from your memory.

You knew that there were people who didn’t…approve of your relationship with Harry. Before you even confirmed your relationship and were just spotted out together, you were bombarded with angry fans of his who thought you weren’t good enough for him. Those weeks were difficult for you. You hadn’t been with Harry for a very long time at that point, and although you really liked him, you weren’t sure if you could handle that level of scrutiny from people who didn’t know you. 

Harry had understandably been upset, and did everything he could to reassure you that the only people that mattered in your relationship were the two of you, apologizing for the cruel treatment you’d received online for just standing next to him. From that conversation, you could tell that this issue had been the breaking point for Harry’s relationships in the past, and you felt bad for him. He was one of the nicest guys you’d ever met, but instead of one disapproving mother or friend or whoever, he had thousands of people criticizing whoever he was interested in.

“I really like you,” he said, linking his fingers with yours. “But I understand if...you know…”

You were at a crossroads. Leave this boy behind before you got too attached and save yourself a boatload of anxiety and self-esteem issues, or take a chance and trust that what the two of you had would be enough to ignore all the comments and spectators. When comparing the two, you were surprised by how much you didn’t want to break up with him. There was something special growing between you and Harry, and you could tell he knew it too. So, you gave him a chance, and you ended up falling in love with him soon after.

As your relationship with Harry progressed, you began to avoid the internet, only opening up social media accounts, all of which were now private, to check up on your family. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t a big deal, especially if it meant that you were comfortably dating someone you loved, but there were moments where you couldn’t help yourself. Like Sleeping Beauty and her needle, you were drawn to the Internet, unable to help but be curious to know what people thought of you.

That led to today. You were home from work, Harry was busy the rest of the night, so you were left to your own devices, which meant exploring different social media apps. And once you started, you couldn’t stop.

YouTube was filled with conspiracy videos on why people thought your relationship wasn’t real, providing concrete “proof” in some and just wild accusations in others. Twitter had pictures of you and Harry walking around a few days ago. In some of them he had his arm around your shoulders, in others you skipped ahead while he was a couple paces behind you, holding various shopping bags in his hands. To you, they looked normal, and you could almost see the conversation you were having in some of the photos, but because Harry was straight-faced in all of them, it apparently meant you were some kind of parasite that drained him of his energy and happiness.

You didn’t know what you were doing wrong. You knew that you made Harry happy, or did you? It was suddenly hard to tell. Harry always told you that you were the only people in your relationship and no one else, but as you continuously scrolled, you couldn’t help but be swayed to believe that if so many people were saying it, it had to be true. Maybe you weren’t good enough, or pretty enough, or just enough in general.

Tears freely flowed down your cheeks, unable to stop them as your chest heaved and your nose became stuffy. You tried to turn your thoughts off before they could spiral more than they already had, but it was too late. You were suddenly aware of every little thing you’d ever done to annoy Harry, of anytime where you were made aware of your body in a way that made you feel insecure, of all the people you were up against, who would never let you live in peace unless you broke up with Harry.

These thoughts consumed you and wouldn’t let you sleep, but you didn’t get out of bed either, content to wallow all night. Your chest heaved occasionally with a new sob, each intake of breath difficult because your nose was so congested. Hugging the stuffed purple rabbit Harry gifted you on your third date to your chest, you buried your cheek deeper into your pillow, wishing your boyfriend was here but also glad that he didn’t have to see you like this at the same time.

Almost like your thoughts summoned him, the front door of your house opened. Nothing was said, but you knew it was Harry. He was the only one besides yourself who had a key to the house. By his soft footfalls and his lack of his usual, “I’m home!”, and the fact that you weren’t supposed to see him tonight, you knew he was trying to surprise you, as he often liked to do. Whenever he was super busy and needed to get away, or he just missed you, he’d come over and make dinner. “I was just hoping to steal a moment of your time,” he’d say. “Maybe two or three moments.”

Those were the kinds of things that made you fall in love with him. He just seemed to know when you needed him, even when you didn’t. As you thought about Harry’s sixth sense, you wondered if you brought anything to the relationship. Your mind flooded with thoughts about how Harry was always going out of his way for you, how he seemed to always know what you needed, how caring and comforting and wonderful he was. 

But what about you?

That only made you cry even harder. Your whole body wracked with sobs as you faced what you thought was the end of your relationship. You’d completely forgotten about Harry at that point, even though his arrival was what had sent you back into a tailspin in the first place. 

Harry, who wasn’t totally surprised that you weren’t lounging around the front room of your house or the kitchen, walked down the hall towards your bedroom. He wanted to surprise you with a recipe he’d been working on the last few days. It was one that your mother shared with him, one of your favorites from growing up. He was so excited to cook for you once he perfected the recipe, and today happened to be that day.

What he wasn’t expecting was to find you in bed and crying your eyes out. “Baby, what’s wrong? What happened?”

Startled by Harry’s voice, you peeked your eyes out from where you were hiding under a blanket to find him at the foot of your bed, concern wrinkling his brow. Shaking your head and wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your sweatshirt, his sweatshirt, you told him, “Nothing. I’m just feeling a little under the weather.”

Both of you knew your answer was bullshit, but he didn’t say anything as he came closer, sitting on the edge of your bed so he could see you up close. His eyes flickered over you, trying to guess how long you’d been like this and what could’ve made you this upset. His gaze landed on your phone, still face down on your night stand, and he had a hunch.

“So, if I look at your phone right now, I won’t find anything?” 

Your eyes widened, your lashes all stuck together from crying so much. You reached for your phone, not wanting him to know what you had been looking at, but he beat you to it. Unlocking your phone with your passcode, Harry looked at it, his face falling the longer he scrolled.

“Baby…” he breathed, his heart cracking the longer he read.

You watched as he looked down at your phone, feeling guilty. “I’m sorry—”

“You know none of it’s true, right?” he said suddenly. When you didn’t answer him, he reached his hand out to wipe a tear from your cheek. 

“I just don’t know what you see in me,” you confessed before turning away from him.

Harry’s heart cracked even more. He thought you knew how much you meant to him, how much joy you brought him. He’d never been happier since meeting you. You packed him lunch with little notes when he had to go into the studio all day, you listened to him whenever he had to rant when things weren’t going to plan with songwriting, you encouraged him to take risks and believed in him when he didn’t believe in himself. You were his muse, you were his heart. How could you not see it?

“I love you so much,” he said, running his hand along your back. You didn’t answer him, but he could feel your breaths start to even out, so he continued, his voice soft as his hand soothed you. “You came into my life at a time where I thought I couldn’t be happier, but you proved me so wrong. I didn’t know life could be so beautiful until our first date. You’ve opened my eyes up to so much, you’ve helped me to be a better man, you’re a reminder of everything good in my life and what I stand to lose if…if…

“I know you didn’t sign up for this,” Harry said quietly, referring to the online scrutiny. “And I know that it’s not easy for you, just know it’s not easy for me either. I hate that people say these things about you, I wish there was a way to make it all go away without losing you, but I’m too selfish to even consider that as an option.”

You turned around, fresh tears on your cheeks, but not ones of despair. “You really mean that?”

On any other day, Harry would’ve looked at you like you were crazy. He was so head over heels for you, and he thought he was pretty obvious about it. But knowing you were in a sensitive state, he only smiled and leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Of course. I’m gonna make you my wife someday.”

You couldn’t help but grin at that, and Harry returned it. “I’d like that.” Sitting up, you cradled his face in your hands. Harry was smiling, but it was dimmed. Rubbing your thumb along his cheek, you said, “You know I don’t blame you for any of this, right?”

“You always know what I’m thinking before I think it,” he said, but he still wouldn’t meet your eyes. “They’re my fans, Y/n, I can’t help but feel responsible for when they make you cry.”

Shaking your head, you told him, “You can’t control what other people say, bubba.”

“I know.”

Harry laid down with you for a while, eager to hold you in his arms and simply exist in your own little bubble. He tried to kiss you, but you wouldn’t let him, claiming your face was covered in tears and snot. He didn’t care, but respected your wishes anyway, kissing your neck and temple instead. Now that Harry was here, you felt silly for letting all of that stuff get to you. You were just glad he decided to come over when he did before you could do something really stupid like suggest a break or break up with him entirely. 

You were feeling much better, but you were exhausted, emotionally spent. You had no problem staying in bed the rest of the night, but Harry had other plans. He’d brought everything to make you dinner, and he wanted to do it now more than ever. But when you didn’t get out of bed with him, he grabbed your phone again.

“I know what’ll get you up,” he mumbled, linking your phone to the speaker in your room and queuing up a song. When the opening chords began, your head perked up, but you didn’t move much more than that. 

Harry walked back over to you with a couple tissues in his hand. “Blow,” he said, and though you felt like a little kid, you did as he asked, blowing your nose into the tissue. He wiped your nose a couple more times, then tossed the tissues on the bed. “Come on, don’t make me dance all by myself. Not that you could ever resist.”

You watched as Harry straightened up and started to dance to the song he played. He swished his hips and reached his hands out to you. He was right, you couldn’t resist. Slowly getting out of bed, you took Harry’s hand. He immediately pulled you to him, resting his hand on your waist. “Si vieras cómo duele perder tu amor, con tu adiós te llevas mi corazón,” you sang softly, pinching Harry’s cheek when he looked down at you. You spun each other around a couple times, but you eventually just held him and continued to mumble the lyrics until the song eventually ended, grateful for him and everything he did to make you smile.

You leaned up and kissed him, threading your fingers through his hair and hoping that that one kiss would communicate everything you couldn’t find the words to say. Harry kissed you back with the same amount of passion, but pulled away when you reached for the hem of his shirt.

“Later, I have a surprise for you,” he said, but you continued to kiss him anyway. “Lovie, I’m trying to grand gesture,” he whined, but both of you knew he wasn’t annoyed.

Still, you pulled away, kissed the tip of his nose, and let him lead you out of your room, not bothering to take your phone with you.

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[beanyboobee]

Prepare for Au spam, I usually don't post my Aus here and save them for Twitter, but thought it might be fun (and easier) to save them here.

Time Slip au:

An Au in which RedSon ends up falling from his universe into another one, completely differant to his own.

Where Wukong never went the journey to the west and insted manage to over throw the Jade emporer in his fit of rage after the while- immortal brazzer situation.

His rage was never calmed and he ends up kind of being a tyrant for awhile, making people loyal to him out of fear.

Mk still ended up becoming his successor but he is nothing like the Mk Redson knows.

Red Son is initially confused. Because when he wakes in this whole other realm. He is in a garden. But before he can speak or look around. He is blind folded and dragged off by a group of guards. Taunting him for, trying to leave again? And how hid attempts seem to be getting worse?

Red is thrown to the ground. He doesn't know where he is. But it getting progressively more annoyed and angry about it. Till finally the blindfold is taken off. And he is sitting on the ground of a throne room. Looking up to... wukong and mk? He is still deeply confused.

As it turned out. The other version of him. Originally learned to tame the samadi fire. But had it forcefully sealed away, when it proved to be a threat to wukong. Guan Yin crafting these punishment rings to deep Redson at bay. Without his power and the constant torment and isolation. This world's redson became more quiet. Less likely to fight back. But was always attempting silent escapes from this prison.

When red realises he is in a differant world he tries to explain this but wukong won't hear of it. Thinks its a ridiculous idea. Somehow Red son ends up getting pissed. And when he lashes out. He lights up. Literally. Seeing him ablaze this puts the Palace in a frenzy to hold him down. But this makes wukong curious.

Realising that the red beat wasn't lying that there really is another world out here. He wants to learn more about it. But red won't tell him in fear of this.. lunatic coming to try and take over his home.

Some more info about this au:

-Macaque never died by wukongs hands in this world, and so stayed by his side as his second in command. Macaque is the only being that can truly calm down Wukong when he is angry. So the fact this kid Redson won't tell him about him and macaque it the other world is suspicious.

-MK of this world is alott more cocky than our usual mk, not as modest.

He also as a very deep *boarding obsession) intetest in the Redson of his world, he calls him, His caged bird, something that's so pretty that its a good thing he is kept away. But seeing this new firey Redson makes him all the more interested because his red started to get boring when he stopped reacting to things.

-the Demon bull clan fell to Wukong so tentuons between the two groups are very high

-Red doesn't know how he got to this world and just wants to get home

-the two redsons never meet, OG red thought he saw the other red in passing once, but apart from that they never meet.

-alterative universe show down ? Yes please.

-Mei originally friends with mk is very loyal to their friendship but finds her heart changing as she wants to help Red get back home. She understands what it's like to do anything for your family.

-Tang and Pigsy, are still Mks guardians, they haven't changed much

-Sandy is a guard in this au, gets his job done and less soft about it

Basically getting to write what Wukong could of became if he didn't get that character development

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[theblindinfidel]

Hey! Here are my Photobomb thoughts I posted as a response on Reddit haha!

Warning: MAJOR SPOILERS

Hi! Nice to meetcha! I’m glad you posted this because I’m curious to see what others will say as well!

When I first got into OMORI, I was actually not into any ships outside HeroMari and Sunburn. Sticking to the game and whatnot. It all started when I saw the cutest little meme on Twitter that Shrimp had posted and it featured photobomb. I thought:

“Hmm. I have never thought about this.”

And thus, I went down the rabbit hole and began to really enjoy it, even through watching my friend play the game. I really enjoy the childhood to lovers trope and I can get behind an enemies to lovers trope, though I don’t really see them as enemies.

So we can see the parallels between RW and HS. Sunny depicts a somewhat accurate representation of how his friends were in their childhood- (Aubrey and Kel arguing, Aubrey standing up for what she believes is right regardless of the consequences, Sunny always being regarded as quiet, Kel being goofy and oblivious but still a great friend with good morals, and Hero being the level headed member of the group.)

That being said, I believe there are definitely some truths in how the members perceive each other and their relationships to one another.

I really enjoyed how Aubrey was so worried about him in headspace. Even when his memory was being erased in Sunny’s mind, she would continuously get sad at his absence and grew distraught the longer he was gone. This is, of course, before she forgot him, alongside everyone else. She lamented about how she missed how he’d brush her hair and always gave him positive feedback. From this, it’s clear she cares a great deal about him as her friend.

When we switch into the Faraway segments, we learn she was actually the one to introduce Basil to the rest of the friend group. She grabs his hand and brings him along to introduce him. They are seen in the calendar art to work well together and you learn about them running a lemonade stand together and making fake plant decorations for the treehouse.

He calls Aubrey cute more than once which is neat because it shows he was much more outgoing when he was younger, albeit a little insecure. Now it isn’t specifically a romantic “cute”, but cute nonetheless. He could have been trying to push Sunny to agree or maybe he did like her a little but wanted to support Sunny. When he called her cute at the beach scene, his sprite turned away from her which I thought was a small thing that could be missed. Almost like he was a tad nervous to say it.

Those are all cute little things, but their dynamic is also intriguing.

Something people often miss about Basil is he is actually a relatively mischievous. You can see this from how he plays poker in the flashback, taking pictures of people when they least expect it (like Hero giving Kel some brotherly love), and a general humor in the way he lightly pokes fun but you wouldn’t expect it from him because he’s Basil.

He tends to cheer his friends on and genuinely believes in the best for them. He supports Aubrey’s cause to dye her hair pink which is also sweet.

Basil isn’t an angel, he has his flaws and issues, and he certainly isn’t an UwU flower boy by any regards. He could hold his own, he just doesn’t, he’s more of a pacifist. He DOES get angry and he DOES have moments where he is spiteful. (Bedroom encounter)

Then we have Aubrey. Aubrey in her youth was always nice to Basil and was quick to try and make him feel better about himself and he was receptive to her. It can be assumed or theorized they knew each other for awhile before they met the gang because they were neighbors, separated by a street, and she felt good enough about him to have him meet everyone. Aubrey isn’t the type to drag along some random Joe if she doesn’t feel right about it.

She and Basil both grew up in broken or weird homes and that is something only these two can really understand as opposed to Kel and Sunny (tho later on Sunny will understand the concept.) This is honestly a big deal as a kid because you feel comfortable with people like you. This is more of an emotional thing, a bonding kids don’t usually talk about, only feel. So my idea is they had a pretty solid friendship as kids built on trust and understanding. There was no judgement.

As time went on and the incident happened, Sunny, Basil’s best friend, went incommunicado. Basil, as we know, stayed out and eventually got the photo album back from Sunny even though it was ruined. That had to of hurt really bad. Regardless, he kept it with him and Aubrey eventually found it and BAM, bullying.

Lots of people have wondered why she bullied him so bad over that, but I think there’s a reason and it ties back to their friendship.

Remember when I said a lot of it was trust? That trust was murdered that day she found the album. It was shocking because Basil is Basil, how could he do that? It had to of hurt because she seemed pretty confident he would have at least told her of any anger he harbored. She felt abandoned and angry. Now this doesn’t make what she did right, it was really crappy, but she feels a ton of remorse as shown in the bad ending and to be honest, it takes a lot to apologize to someone when you are in the wrong, in front of friends and a friend’s caregiver at that! This shows she isn’t some demonic force who wants to belittle everyone. Aubrey has a heart, it can be in the wrong place at times and maybe even a little selfish at others, but when she sees she had done something wrong, she is quick to be angry with herself.

In the official art book, she is shown to be crying at the Lake Scene. She didn’t mean to almost kill him, she only wanted to push him away. This of course, parallels Sunny and Mari.

Their dynamic is interesting because Basil is really passive and hides his emotions and tries to stay gentle, although failing at times, and Aubrey being more loud with how she feels and failing when she goes too far. At their core, however, they both care a lot about each other, Basil going as far as trying to talk to her repeatedly while knowing the outcome, and Aubrey breaking down when something terrible DOES end up happening to him. She is shown in the hospital room visiting him which further indicates she really cares and is worried.

Also, big note here. It was Aubrey who recommended to everyone that they stay at Basil’s house the night Sunny has an encounter with him.

To summarize, there is a lot of cuteness and closeness in their friendship. Aubrey and Basil both come from a childhood of turmoil and have the depth to really understand each other in a nonjudgemental way if they wanted to try. The game has shown countless times how much they care for one another, and despite all odds, they end up friends again at the end. (Depending on how you interpret the end, but as far as the themes go, I’d say they do. Basil has been known to forgive quickly, as per the headspace version and pretty much everything else.) She would always stick up for him and would be taken aback by his teases and he’d be flustered and a nervous wreck, but it would be really cute.

They’re both also very nostalgic individuals! (Basil keeping the album, Aubrey then keeping it and returning to the hangout spot often)

In my experience a lot of angsty people take their angst out on the people they’re very close to if they feel they’ve been wronged by then. Hence her reactions to Sunny and Kel as well. She feels alienated in the same way Basil does, as though there is something innately wrong with them and that people won’t like them for them. They go about it differently but I think that would make them more comfortable with one another.

I like the concept of Aubrey having Basil branch out into things that he normally wouldn’t do and Basil just being a gentle person who can help her chill out. I think they’d set each other off or maybe be bad influences on each other, but more so in an innocent way.

I’m more of a timeskip person myself, I don’t think it could happen immediately after canon, but that’s just me.

Sorry for the ramble I’ve been meaning to write all this down anyhow!! Also it’s very late where I’m at so if something doesn’t make sense let me know!

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[ben-talks-art]

Let's talk about entitlement

A couple of weeks ago I discovered that a voice actor from my country, an incredibly popular figure that is known for voicing super big roles such as Superman, Samurai Jack, Optimus Prime, Coop from Megas XLR (my favorite dub from the dude btw, he absolutely kills it!), and also acting as the voice for many popular actors such as Jim Carrey, was cast to play the role of Future Devil in the Brazillian dub of Chainsaw Man.

Now... I myself have not watched anything dubbed in my home country in eons, in fact, the Puss in Boots 2 movie was the first time in a while where I saw any form of media dubbed with Brazillian voice actors, if only because I wanted to see this thing as soon as possible so I just rushed to the nearest cinema I could find, and sadly Brazillian cinema doesn't show animated movies in their original dub...

So anyway, I wasn't exactly going "OMG!! Superman is gonna voice the "the future rules!" guy!!!" or anything like that. I was mostly just going "Oh, neat!", but after watching Puss I was kinda curious to find out how the whole Brazilian Future Devil thing went and... Ugh...

Apparently, the voice actor got a lot of hate on Twitter because they didn't adapt the line from the manga in the same way it was done by the fan translations... I repeat, people got angry at the actor because the line was different from the FAN TRANSLATIONS! And he received so much backlash from the watchers that he decided to drop out of the show and thus won't be returning for a future season.

Cool...

So... Let's talk about entitlement a little bit

Let's just assume for a moment that there is a girl you really, really like (I'm using "girl" but just replace it with whatever works for you), but she couldn't care less about you, so you try to make yourself look better, more desirable, more "worthy" of her by, let's say... Having a very well-paid job, or being someone who donates a lot to charity, or paying for the surgery of her grandma, or finding the cure for cancer, or ending world hunger... Let's just assume you did everything you could to be considered the most perfect person ever...

You're still not entitled to that girl's affection, appreciation, or even attention if she doesn't want to give you that.

Entitlement is the mentality of "I earned this, so I deserved it!"

But the fact of the matter is, unless you're paying someone for a job, and they agree to it, nobody really owes you anything.

(Although I guess one could argue that you're also owed your parents' support in order to survive since they're the reason you're here at all but... I'm not sure I have enough knowledge to talk about this so casually.)

But long story short, entitlement is this idea that you should have things done in the way you want them to be, just because you convinced yourself that this is how it should be.

I mentioned before in my Makima post that I really don't like this mentality because it works to make people think they have power over something they have nothing to do with.

This happens a lot with fanbases. Sonic, Kingdom Hearts, Chainsaw Man, Star wars... There are so many pieces of media where the public will go "this isn't how I wanted" or even worse "this isn't how it is supposed to go!" as if they were the creators or something.

They use arguments like "I complain because I care!" but in reality, it isn't about caring. This isn't about displaying your love for an IP you care about, it's about you not being able to handle a reality different from what you wanted.

It's basically the premise of the movie "Misery" where this one fan wants to act like she knows the story better than the actual author.

Now... Thinking that you deserve something even though there is nothing that says you technically do aside from your own belief is already bad enough, but it gets even worse when people use it as an excuse to act violently.

Harassing a voice actor and making him give up on his job just because a line was changed is just beyond silly. It's not the fans' duty to tell how a story should be told, same way it isn't right for fans to harass an actor just because they played an unpopular character in a live-action performance like it Happened with Rose in Star Wars, or telling someone they should kill themselves just because they made a joke about an infamous ship in Chainsawman.

It's even weirder in Chainsawman's case because part 2 literally starts with someone getting so much harassment by their classmates that it makes her want to die, which just makes me wonder if people are even trying to pick the messages of the story they are consuming.

Bottom line, entitlement is ugly. It is in my opinion THE ugliest mindset anyone could have.

It makes people perform actions out of selfishness, arrogance, anger, and it only works to spread pain and misery. It makes you look at other people as objects that only exist to satisfy your desires and makes you forget they have feelings and that they can get hurt, all because they happen to want to do something you disagree with.

If someone writes a story in a way you don't like it, you're not entitled to attack that writer. If someone performs the role of a character in a way you don't like it, you're not entitled to attack that actor. And if someone has an opinion about a piece of media that you disagree with, you're not entitled to attack that commenter.

You NEVER have a reason to attack anyone. Trying to put others down just to make yourself look big, ironically, doesn't make you look big! It just makes it look like you don't have enough faith in what you stand for and are too afraid that someone might prove you wrong.

Entitlement and aggressiveness are huge symbols of insecurity, cowardice, and immaturity, because people who truly believe in what they believe in, don't resort to harassment so fast just because a different point of view showed up.

We only attack when we feel threatened, when we feel someone is trying to hurt us or trying to take something important from us.

Attacking should only be reserved for self-defense, or the defense of someone who can't defend themselves (and even then I feel like there is a whole other grey area of debate on how to know who needs and should be defended and from whom, which I really don't feel I have the skills or maturity to properly talk about myself).

A random line on a fan translation of a popular manga that got changed when the official dub came out... Is just not a good enough reason to feel threatened, and not a good enough reason to attack someone, even if it's just an online attack.

We all know the line, "If you have nothing good to say, don't say anything!"

Unless someone is asking for your opinion, unless someone is paying you to speak and make a criticism or provide some sort of honest feedback, or unless you're being harassed first, you are NEVER entitled to use your words or body to try to harm someone!

You are free to live your life in any possible way you want, as long as no one is getting hurt from it.

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At least in my opinion...

I am not a psychologist, or psychiatrist, or a psychic, or any form of expert in the field of the human mind.

These are just my casual thoughts about a... Not so casual topic, but I feel it's important to be talked about nonetheless because I feel not many people seem to realize how big of a problem entitlement really is, and how it seems to be getting worse as the years go by as the media and internet keeps making us feel like we have more power over other people's lives than we actually have.

Just... Try to think twice before you get that sudden urge to want to complain about the way something is or how someone is acting just because you don't agree with it. Think a little about who might be getting hurt from it and if it's truly worth it getting so upset about it.

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Anyways, this was a downer talk... Anyone seen Puss in Boots 2 yet?

#fan entitlement #entitlement #social issues #harassment #online harassment #chainsaw man #Youtube

[cosettepontmercys]

Aww that's so nice that you were watching a livestream while I was there. I'm so happy that I got to experience that and happy I got to go at all. It was really amazing and I already miss it. The thing with surprise songs is that it's really subjective..like a coworkers daughter apparently said she would have rather seen All of the Girls..which is also cool. I would've liked that too but it was better for me that Aaron was there cuz that doesn't happen every show. The only thing that could've possibly made it better is if she brought Hayley out too..lol. Anyway loved it so much and she did also wear the pink Folklore dress which is one I was hoping for. It was just so cool to even see the Folklore cabin in person too and the Vigilante chair dance.

Anyway..for my other ask..I usually don't read sequels or series. The only time I did was with HP or Twilight and that was when all the sequels were already out. But I totally get what you mean about cash grab and spinoffs. I'm interested in the new Hunger Games movie spinoff though! I think sometimes it's natural or it might be because readers want more. Like with this one, I think the book is like 10 years old and people have discovered it and seeing people like it inspired her to write more maybe? Also it works sometimes when you are writing a different characters perspective too..which is the case here apparently. If I did read series regularly, I would probably forget about it too though lol. Also..I loved the first season of Crazy Ex Girlfriend!!! I never got to finish it though cuz I stopped having Netflix..but I do like when a show is able to wrap up the story. I feel like that happens more often now actually..like when a show is based on a book so there is only one season. Then there's something like the new Sex and the City reboot show which seems kinda unnecessary but you still wanna watch for the characters lol. I did like how they updated part of it..like what it would be like for them now and in their 50s though..which made it seem a little fresh at least but it was just okay. I know people were unhappy with Gilmore Girls too..which idk how to feel about either. So I'm usually up for having more to a story or characters I love but sometimes it messes with what you already imagined in your head I guess. These two books do stand on their own though and you probably don't need to read the sequel either unless you want to and that's if you like it lol. I probably will though cuz I get curious and then I could let you know how it is. Also if you do end up reading Some Mistakes Were Made..you could let me know how it is, or I could start reading it again..or together maybe? I've taken a break from reading too this week since I was focused on Taylor but excited to get back to it. I hope you have an awesome trip in Chicago this week! 🩷

hi 🩷 friend!!!! i missed you while i was out of town 🤍 i hope you've been doin well! what have you been up to? have you read anything good lately? it is so, so interesting how people feel about surprise songs!! because to me i think they're just a bonus to the 43 songs that we're already incredibly lucky to hear, but i've seen people on tiktok/twitter/etc. genuinely upset and angry and claiming that their surprise songs like, ruined their experience or whatever and i'm like ... really? i just feel like the relationship "swifties" talk about taylor is ... very ... interesting, to say the least! my friends and i were so hopeful that hayley would be a surprise guest in seattle night 2, and they'd sing castles crumbling (we were also convinced that she'd acknowledge folklore though, and she didn't) because paramore was supposed to play in seattle the day after seattle night two but had to reschedule. and i'm SO happy you got the dress you wanted for folklore! i think the folklore outfits are just so, so pretty — they might be my favorite set of costumes for the whole show. i'm quite intrigued with the new hunger games prequel! i haven't read it yet (and i've actually only ever seen the first hunger games movie), but i really loved the trilogy when i was younger and have been thinking about finally sitting down and watching them (or maybe rereading, once i'm done with my current rereads). i do agree a prequel like this feels more natural, rather than say, shadowhunters, which has like 50 million books! if you ever get a chance to finish watching crazy ex girlfriend, i highly recommend it!! i also just love all the musical theatre references and i just think it's really well done. i haven't rewatched it since it aired, actually, but i do want to rewatch it soon! i am just very, very bad at watching tv! i'm currently watching the summer i turned pretty, and then when i'm caught up with that (or when i have a little more breathing room), i think i'll watch the second season of heartstopper! i was really excited about the new gossip girl (especially since a couple of theatre people are in it), but it just did not … work for me at all. and yes!! i would definitely be down for a buddy read of some mistakes were made if you'd like? i could start it next week if that works for you!! i just need to get my life together and hopefully finish one or two of my current reads first! i had a lovely time in chicago, thank you my dear 🤍 definitely dreading being back at work tomorrow!

#post: answered #🩷 anon

[kinnsporsche]

hi!! kp anon again! i just wanted to tell you that i really appreciate you and i'm so glad i can talk to someone about kp. but i also hope you don't feel pressured to reply to my messages. i'd totally understand it if sometimes you just don't feel like it. i'm happy to just scream into the void lol 1/2

but like the whole jealousy thing? I know in the novel k is super jealous and toxic and we’ve seen some of that in the show but I guess I didn’t expect it to be this serious. maybe I’m just stupid and didn’t pick up the hints where the show is going. when vegas mentioned tawan and said k shot him I was like that’s totally fake and he’s just saying that to manipulate p. I haven’t read the novel and only seen a few spoilers on twitter so I didn’t know what really happened to him. but after that teaser for the next ep I guess it’s true what v said? I guess I was taken aback by kinn’s reaction. when he barged in I think p found it a little hot even, like he was still smiling. but the moment k shouted at him his smile fell. and he even slapped him like that was so hard to watch. I know this is a show that needs conflict and people aren’t perfect anyway, but I’m still a little :/ about it. maybe I just feel this strongly bc of my own experiences with toxic jealousy and I know k said he wants to change and i genuinely believe him and I’m rooting for him!! but I felt like that sex scene was a bit unnecessary? idk it was just weird that one moment p is angry and terrified and literally curled up on the mirror and the next they are fucking like nothing’s wrong? for me it would have made more sense if they argued here and then made up next ep. it just felt a bit rushed. I know k said sorry but I didn’t feel like that was enough idk maybe it’s my fault that my expectations were so high. I was waiting for this scene for so long and I feel a little disappointed that it didn’t go how I would have liked it. but I’m not saying that’s bad, it’s totally my fault for having different expectations. does any of this even make sense? I’m curious to see what happens with tawan next ep, I honestly don’t know what went down between them. OH and the part when p said he shouldn’t have loved a guy like him?? LOVED!!! with tears in his eyes?? god my heart was breaking for him. I feel like he’s just so lost all the time. one moment k is sweet and lovely and the next he’s back to his jealous and controlling self. it must be so hard for p to deal with this. and it’s a shitty feeling knowing k doesn’t trust him. plus he basically called him a slut.. so yeah, I’m on the fence about this whole thing. and they really picked this ep to watch in the cinema with the cast huh? like if I were them I’d be so embarrassed asdfghgfd sitting there watching that sex scene on the big screen?? Even i got second hand embarrassment sitting in my room alone. I can only imagine how the actors must feel. anyway, I’m curious to see what your opinion is about this. (but no pressure, take your time <33)

kp anon my beloved

i tend to avoid commenting on the novel whenever i can because i dislike it a lot and the show is so much more superior i simply treat them as different material now

re: the sex scene, i dont think porsche was terrified at all!! i think he was pissed and hurt and withdrawing into himself more than anything. i think something important to remember about them is that they use sex as a form of communication, u know? and probably to porsche, kinn's apology was a big deal because he's a mafia boss, he doesn't apologise to anybody, but then when he's confronted with the very real, very possible idea of losing porsche it scares him, and i think porsche saw that. and i dont think it was just a rushed sex scene, there was so much emotion laced in it. it was the two of them being put on the same pedestal as equals, it was about the desire, the devotion, the vulnerability, the need. especially at the end of it all with kinn crying into porsche's shoulder, like that was the part of the whole scene for me, kinn allowing himself to be vulnerable around porsche, to break down and let him hold him tight enough to piece him back together you know?

tbh i think its less of a kinn not trusting porsche thing, because he does trust him, he trusts him with his life, i think its more to do with the fact that he's been burned before so he's distrusting and expects to be burned over and over again so even when it's hinted at, its the first thing his brain jumps to. but i kinda think that porsche being fully prepared to walk out on him was something of a wake up call for him, its the catalyst that made him realise that okay, maybe i do need to trust him if i want him to stay, i need to trust him if i want to keep him. i think the whole scene was so great because it's an example of kinn warring with himself between who he thinks he's expected to be, and who he wants to be. and in that moment when its just the two of them, when he can just be kinn and not kinn theerapanyakul, the person who he wants to be wins in the end.

it was 100% wrong of kinn to slut shame him, for sure, but it was also wrong of porsche to bring up tawan and shove him in his face like that, especially without talking to him about it first, u know? like, after everything why did he just take vegas' word on it? they're little argument was both of them trying to hit the lowest blows, trying to hurt each other, and they did. they hurt each other so bad, but at the end of it all they stayed with each other and they worked their way through it.

it's not your fault for having different expectations omg dont be silly im gonna bonk u on the head!!!! your experiences are so valid im giving u warm tea and tucking u down for a nice sleep!!! icb they picked THIS episode to watch sorry i would have passed away if i were them my soul would physically leave my body

#my beloved anon #kp anon #answered #anonymous #idk how coherent this is tbh my brain has been fried this whole week and it still is im just 🤯🤯🤯

[n1ghtcrwler]

Explaining my Departure

I've tried to focus on my writing but it hasn't clicked and every time I try to my mind comes back to this so I think I just need to get it out of my system before I can get anything of note done. But to do it I'm going to tell a story because of who I am, fundamentally, as a person.

A couple years ago, on twitter, I came across this writing podcast that billed itself as a community for all writers and got all this praise from people I was following for being super supportive of writers in general, and I checked them out and started following and interacting. Some months later they had a contest, in which writers were encouraged to upload a video of themselves reading a chapter of their book. The person with the most likes on their video won; I don't remember the prize, but I could see the numbers on my video and others and knew that I wasn't getting it. So when they had the live episode where they were going to announce the winner, I was there more to show support and cheer along with everyone than out of any expectation that my story would get mentioned; by this point, they had a few times called for people to share info on their books in replies, and had highlighted a few books each time, and to date mine hadn't been acknowledged, so that was what I expected.

But then they announced early in the episode that they were going to show a bit of each video that had been entered and give comment on the chapter, and I got kind of excited. It would be after they accomplished some other business, you know, put that stuff at the end so people watch the whole episode, so I spent the next hour curious what they would say about my story (since my book didn't have chapters as such, but rather short stories, I had read one of those). A big part of the conversation was on the nature of critiques, and the hosts went out of their way to talk for a little while about how obsessing about first lines was a bad method and no one respectable should judge a story by the first line.

They got to the chapters, hitting each one in the order it was originally submitted, and pretty quickly fell into a rhythm. For each video, they would play the first paragraph or so (roughly guessing by how it sounded), highlight something they liked about it, talk about how many likes it got, and then move on. Mine was in the latter half of the ones they went through. They played the first sentence and then immediately stopped it. "Does that first sentence hook you?" one host asked the other. "No, it doesn't," the second host replied, and they went straight to the next video. No listening beyond that, no further comment, nothing good or even neutral, no statement about how many likes it got. Just one statement that the first line didn't hook them, a criteria they had just condemned not a half hour earlier, and then jump ahead to the next. I thought maybe they were getting tired and wanted to speed things along so I watched the rest to see how they treated the remaining videos; every single one got the first paragraph or so, highlight something they liked about it, talk about how many likes it got, and then move on treatment.

I was hurt and angry. The lack of mention prior to that moment hadn't really bothered me, but now that they had finally acknowledged my work only to shit on it? That they broke their own standards just to insult my story and literally no one else's? I went back through our interactions to see if there was anything I did that may have caused offense to warrant such blatant and public disrespect and found nothing. I asked other people who were more emotionally aware than me and not connected to the situation to do so, and they found nothing. I debated for a week whether or not to bring it up, but ultimately decided that it wasn't worth it (just as it hasn't been worth it to name them here). The conclusion I drew was that this simply wasn't a place my writing was welcome, so I just left the community and went about writing my second book.

Now, I don't get much feedback on my books, but it is overwhelmingly positive. Having done more than one year of events now, I've had complete strangers excitedly returning to my table looking for the second book while raving about the one they bought the year prior. I get messages about how good the story is and demands that I hurry up and get the next book finished so they don't have to wait as long to continue. The bulk of negative feedback has been one of two things: people who told me it was too scary for them to finish, and that one podcast dismissing it out of hand. And what I learned from all of this is that it isn't my writing that's the problem (though there is, obviously, room for improvement and always will be), but finding the audience who will appreciate the stories I'm telling. It isn't worth my time to keep trying to find my place somewhere that doesn't have room for me. When a place makes it apparent that my stories will not get respect or traction there, it is better to take the hit and turn my attention elsewhere. I am slowly finding my people through this process, and I love every encounter with them.

Writeblr has shown itself to not be the place where I will find my people. I have spent years here literally giving my story away, tagging people who asked to be tagged in updates, engaging in the community to the best of my ability. I don't know if it's my story (genre? tone? style?) or myself (I can't keep up with tag games or the weekly events that seem to happen every single day now and I don't do visuals much), but I've tried, and it hasn't clicked. I have watched as mutuals write and reblog post after post about how we all need to be supporting one another and reblogging is the bare minimum around here and get praised for being so supportive of all the writers on the site while my story that I know is crossing their dashboards every single week day continue to get no likes, no reblogs, nothing. I've seen posts about how people aren't being ignored by the community, their posts just get lost in the noise, but that's bullshit. Every single post, literally hundreds of posts, from one specific person gets lost in the noise? No matter what time of day it goes up? Despite the lack of algorithm, despite doing everything everyone here says to do to break through the noise? Not one post gets through?

Don't fucking lie to me.

I'm not discouraged enough to stop writing, leave tumblr entirely, or stop trying to boost the stories I find on my dash. My stories will continue to get published, things will continue to go onto my blog for others to see and probably ignore, I'm still open to be on tag lists if people want me to see what they're doing; but Writeblr clearly isn't the place for my stories and it's exhausting and painful trying to find a place here. So I'm done trying to figure out how to connect with it. It isn't worth my time or energy to watch every attempt at connection fall flat anymore. I have stories to write and an audience to find. See you around.

#writeblr #writblr

[awilddaydreamer]

Holy crap I just saw a tweet talking about how Ranboo did the “sight organ” reveal a year ago... and it just hit me

That was the first major Ranboo Event I was in the fandom to witness happen live

I’ve been in this fandom for over a year now

Now I’m just sitting here reminiscing on how I found this little pocket of joy in my life

It started when I randomly saw “Hog Hunt” trending on Twitter one day and decided “huh, that looks cool. I guess I’ll actually give this a chance” So I watched it. And holy shit I was blown away. I loved all the character designs, I loved the action, I was surprised by the amount of quality that came with the roleplay. It was a level I was absolutely not expecting from something so openly made fun of

I got curious, I think it started with seeing some video showing the actual roleplay scenes from Hog Hunt as they were in the game. From there I started getting recommended a plethora of clips and animatics/animations (those were what REALLY drew me in. I’m a sucker for animations). At the time I remember trying to fight my interest, push down my excitement, I’m not allowed to like this, people get angry if you like this. I’d delete my watch history, my search history, yet somehow videos kept sifting through to my best efforts. And I’d wind up watching them. I’d wind up getting excited.

And then I discovered c!Ranboo

There was no turning back after that.

I was instantly emotionally attached to this endearingly awkward hypocritical enderman kid. The mystery of his story, the questions, the theories, Ranboo’s acting. There was so much to think about. Not to mention how insanely cool and versatile his character design is. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I didn’t want to stop thinking about it. I hadn’t felt that much excitement over a piece of media in, god I can’t even remember how long. Even moreso than I was about Undertale and that’s really saying something because my god was I a huge Undertale nerd

I learned that its. It’s ok to be true to my interests. They’re not hurting anybody. I’m not hurting anybody. I remember catching up on all of c!Ranboo’s lore in the matter of like a week. I watched clips and old vods of cc!Ranboo and he quickly became my favorite content creator.

I remember logging onto Twitter that night, after spending a day just being happy and excited looking at c!Ranboo fanart or something, and seeing the trending tab filled with things about Ranboo’s “sight organ” reveal. Seeing people being so happy for him, seeing him being happy. People weren’t like, pressuring him to do more, just simply being.. supportive.

I remember feeling like... yeah. Yeah this is where I belong. This is the place that’s giving me joy

This is probably way more sappy than its warranted to be, I didn’t really proof-read this, just let the word-jumble flow. I feel a little silly, getting all choked up just thinking about finding a fun piece of media to enjoy. But then I remember that this place, this fandom, you all have taught me that it’s ok to feel silly sometimes. To get emotional, to get excited, to be so openly happy.

I’m so glad I didn’t let this fandom be ripped away from me all those months ago. I’m so, so glad I let myself just enjoy something. It’s so important to let yourself enjoy things, no matter how “cringe” they may be

#ranboo #dsmp #Yeah I'm a sap but thats ok #I do genuinely love the parts of the fandom I've found myself in #The fanart #the theories #the lore analysis #everything is just so fun here #sorry for the long post

[thatblondeperson]

I don't want to come across as a whiner or someone just complaining as an angry shipper and if my question feels like this you can ignore it but based on the Tim Drake Robin issue 1 and the interview with Meghan do you think she's throwing Tim and Stephanie's relationship under the bus/downplaying it?

I don't think it's any more whiny than my answer will be.

The interview is meh. She's right in why Bernard was the chosen character:

There IS enough of a hint that you could ignite something from it. Hopefully her calling him dear will give us something of a character with him.

I think this is fucking stupid because no he does not:

I think that this is super bland:

It's just not a new way to tell things, and his track record with dating has been his fault because of his Robin secret most times, and struggling to find balance. We all know who broke that mold, I'll get to her. But it's just...we're doing the same thing again. We do it all the time with Tim. Maybe we let Tim be the curious one instead and have the other person freak out about messing up, idfk.

This is annoying and immature imo:

Comic book writers, plz stop playing games with Twitter and just focus on writing something with a touch more substance.

As far as the comic itself.

Let's just get this out of the way...I hate this art...

It's very stylized and dynamic in it's own way, and it's very squishy creepy...if that makes sense? Like if you put some creature feature monsters in a lava lamp. It's not quite right for a Tim story imo, I'd probably dislike it less in a more appropriate context. Love the backgrounds and filler panels, but the colors and the stylizing of the people don't give me "fun new Robin run about figuring yourself out!"

This of course is where I get frustrated.

Obviously it is correct that this is something Tim has never felt before, and it's different. Those are both beautiful statements that can be said without throwing any of his other relationships under the bus. Remember, as of YJ 2019 #5, he got all his prior timeline memories back.

He knows about Ari, Steph, Cassie, Zo, Tam, and Bernard but we're there so I'm just gonna talk ladies here.

There's obviously merit and beauty to him feeling like another part of his repressed self has reemerged or finally getting to see the light of day in his new relationship with Bernard. he feels more wholly himself than he has before, in a new way. BUT! Do we have to say that previously he never felt that way, or that those relationships have less merit on the road to discovery because he settled? It’s not like...really saying that but I’m concerned that we’ll get there.

We know how much he loved Ari, how he planned to be with her for a LONG time, how deeply he respected her and adored her. You can't tell me Ari was a settle. She was his first love.

Cassie is a maybe in the context of why the relationship started, but Cassie was his best friend for YEARS whom he trusted and adored, and I don't think he would look back on that relationship poorly. Just consider it a misstep whilst mourning a shared loss.

You cannot tell me that Tam and Zo weren't the ones settling for TIM. The boy was a mess and those two had far too much patience while he essentially BS'd his way through life and those respective relationships.

And Steph. Obviously we all know she wasn’t a settle.

I have read posts that describe “settle” as more of a settling for being straight, or less than his authentic self, and that’s all well and good, I just don’t like the word choice as it obviously could have other less kind connotations about anyone he was previously romantically involved with.

I think that. as others more eloquent than myself have stated, that Meghan doesn't always write super great dialogue and her stories are choppy. But you know anon, we're only on issue number one and there is room for things to expand. I'm not the target demographic of this, I'm just a person online being whiny about the overuse of the trope of "you're only really in love once!!! all other times were fake!!!" And I don’t even know if that’s the direction this will go tbh.

I think this run aside from Tim's queer relationship, is going to be boring. I think the story is a vessel for Tim and Bernard to be showcased as a cute couple, and that's wonderful, but I hope they at least give Bernard something other than being Tim's boyfriend. I don't want him to just be a damsel. It's 2022 Meghan. Plz...

More notes for me that worry over the quality of writing?

Very big eye roll here. Yes...it's a Tim solo. It's never been done and it's going to be wildly original this time. Look, we're getting meta!

The thing I did love about it? This shit.

Very Tim, I love to see it.

It's great that Tim is getting another solo arc that will end up being a bit bland I think with the exception of cute queer cuddles. Bernard is a chance for a different and exciting love story for Tim, but one that doesn't have to negate his past loves. Everyone is a piece of a greater puzzle and all of those pieces can be equally important in different ways. I know this arc is going to showcase the importance of this new chapter in Tim’s life, and we’ll see where it goes. If it throws his other relationships under the bus, we’ll discuss the issues then. Word choice is iffy imo, but the story will tell more.

But this comic isn't for me. There a people in the demographic who both love and hate it and I'm just meh with a side of mildly frustrated.

#personal #ask tbp

[thisaintascenereviews]

Becoming The Archetype - Children Of The Extinction The idea of “word of mouth” is a concept that’s sadly being lost to time, I think. Even just maybe fifteen years later, you had to get word of mouth recommendations from people if you wanted to find new music. You couldn’t just Google it, or go on Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter, or whatever social media you want, and look for new stuff. Hell, you couldn’t go on Apple Music or Spotify and get recommendations for stuff, you had to actually dig. Either that, or you went to the record store, Walmart, Target, or whatever store you wanted to (at least when the big box stores carried CDs and music), and you just saw something that looked cool. I can’t count how many bands I’ve found through just being at a store and seeing a cool album cover, so I checked it out just from that, but these days, you can get recommendations from a lot of places. One good place is still word of mouth. People can tell you about something, and you have a lot of options to look it up, whether it’s on a streaming service, pick up the CD / vinyl, or go on YouTube and look it up. That’s what I do from time to time, especially if there’s something I hear about from a reviewer or an article online, and I’m curious enough to check it out. That album, at least in this case, is the new record from progressive metalcore / djent / death metal band Becoming The Archetype. I feel as though I’ve heard of this band, but their name didn’t ring a bell, so when I heard about their new album, Children Of The Great Extinction, my ears perked up a little bit. The Metal Meltdown reviewed this album the other day, and it got me curious from everything he was talking about, whether how this band took elements of progressive metal, death metal, metalcore, and djent, or how this is their first album in ten years, so I decided to listen to it a few times over the weekend. Angry Metal Guy also posted a review on it, and they were also relatively glowing on it, which really made me think that I should check it out. The reason I brought up the idea of word of mouth to preface how I found this band, since I don’t think think I would have gone out of my way to find this, is that it can be both a good and a bad thing, depending on what you’re listening to and how you end up feeling about it. Most often, though, I’m happy I gave something a shot, even if I don’t like it very much, and I have to admit that I don’t really see the hype with this album. From what I’ve gathered, Becoming The Archetype was a band that was very important in the Christian metal scene in the early 00s to mid-00s, at least before they called it quits in 2012. Their name is familiar, but I can’t say I’ve ever listened to them. I didn’t know what to expect with this record, and I went in with open ears, but I don’t know how I feel about it. There are things I like, such as some of the riffs, some of the clean vocals that pop up from time to time, or the myriad of sounds they combine together, but this album just doesn’t do much for me. In a sense, I can get the hype behind it, because it seems like these guys had a cult following behind them, but this just isn’t anything to write about home. It’s not even that the individual elements are bad, either; their vocalist is pretty good, and the instrumentation is solid, especially a lot of the riffage and breakdowns that you hear throughout it, but this album has the problem of being devoid of any variety at all. You’d think that there would be more, since it’s a progressive metalcore / death metal record, but there’s not. Every song just sounds the same, minus a couple of acoustic interludes that don’t really go anywhere, and there’s no rhyme or reason to anything. It’s just a huge mess in the worst way, even if it’s relatively competent, so I can’t really get into this as much as I want to. It’s not a bad album, by any means, and I can get the hype behind it to an extent, but for being away for ten years, you’d think they’d deliver more. This is my first album with this band, and I can’t say I like it very much. Maybe their other stuff is better, but for a first impression, this really disappoints. If you’re into progressive metal and/or metalcore, you might get a kick out of this. It’s got some good moments here and there, but it all blends together, and with the record being 49 minutes long, it feels as though it really drags. This is one of those albums that goes on forever, and not in a good way, so I don’t know, folks. I’m glad that I heard this record, as it was an interesting one, but that doesn’t always mean it resonates, either. I’m glad that the Metal Meltdown and Angry Metal Guy were able to enjoy it, and maybe I’d like it more if I was already familiar with this band, or just into progressive metal more, but this album doesn’t work for me, unfortunately. That’s what happens when you take the gamble of hearing about things through word of mouth in some way, but I’m glad that I still heard it.

#becoming the archetype #children of the great extinction #metalcore #progressive metal #djent #death metal #solid state records #angry metal guy #review #album review

[qveenpoppy]

"anyone think agt is rigged this year?" says a trump supporter on twitter.

#people be like 'this isn't what i want so i'm calling it rigged!' #it's ridiculous #agt #i got curious to see just how angry people are on twitter #haven't seen a lot in the agt hashtag so far but there are definitely some

[thefanficmonster]

Love For The Faceless

Corpse Husband x Youtuber!Reader(Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff 

Summary: Y/N is a YouTube gamer who has recently gained a much larger following thanks to the streams she does with her friends. Naturally, considering her faceless and bodiless nature, people are starting to get curious about her. When she finally follows her friend Corpse’s example, a lot more than her hands is revealed.

Requested by anon, you know who you are 😉 Thank you so much for placing a request and hope this fic fulfills the expectations you have for it.

“Hey!“ I greet the lobby as I finally hop into the Discord call after quickly saying ‘hi‘ to my audience.

I’ve been a YouTuber for four years now and I’ve only recently started streaming, encouraged to do so by my best friend Rae. She’s the one who got me in multiplayer games such as Among Us and Phasmophobia which led me to meet her amazing gaming squad that consists of some of the most famous names on the platform. They are all wonderful people and I will forever be in Rae’s debt for introducing me to them. However, becoming friends with Felix, Sean and the rest of the team brought not only a more fulfilled life, but also a small boost in following. Who am I kidding, it wasn’t small. It was overwhelming, terrifying even.

My YouTube channel had a little over a million subscribers at the start of quarantine and now....now it’s closer to three million. Speaking of three million, I’m about to reach it any day now and it’s really hard to believe. I’m a gaming youtuber and I’ve never considered changing my genre despite expecting to not get any attention whatsoever, with all the big names on the platform. I was convinced not even as many as a hundred people would stumble across my videos and now here we are.

My OG subscribers are very supportive of my sudden growth and are defending me when my newer fans ask for a face reveal or whatnot. While we’re on that topic I might have to mention that not even my YouTube friends, and that includes Rae have seen my face. I’ve been faceless and bodiless for the entirety of my time on social media. Some claim I do it to grab more attention or for dramatic effect, but the reason is beyond that. I’m not shallow. Actually, shallow people are the reason I don’t show my face. I’ve never been the prettiest, but my middle school bully thought that I wasn’t lacking self confidence enough. As a result, I ended up with a not so handsome scar on my right cheek that starts from the corner of my mouth and nearly misses my eye. Yeah, it’s a long and pretty noticeable scar that has thankfully become less and less obvious as the years have progressed. Still, it’s not something I’d like to show to my viewers.

Eight ‘hi’s greet me back, each making my smile grow wider. “Sorry I’m late guys. Technical difficulties.” 

“Don’t worry.“ Rae’s voice dominates over the rest, “Corpse still isn’t here so we’re waiting for him.“

I mute myself on the Discord call and take a look at my comments. I’m most flattered by the comments about my voice. Seeing as how they don’t have much to compliment about me other than my content, they make the nicest comments about my voice, personality and humor. Those comments are the ones who warm my heart most. Even when people in my day to day life compliment my appearance I can’t find it in me to believe they are being genuine. I’d like to believe these amazing people are being one hundred percent honest when they tell me they like me for who I am and not for what I might look like.

“Sorry I’m late guys.“ A deep voice causes me to even physically jolt, switching my focus from the comments to the Among Us lobby where my eyes land on the newly materialized black avatar.

“Hi Corpse.“ Rae greets him.

“Hello mister who broke Twitter!“ Sean laughs, provoking the laughter of the rest of the players.

“Yeah, congratulations man. That’s a big deal.“ Felix chimes in.

“Thanks guys, but I think you’re forgetting we’re talking about a picture of my hand.“ Corpse chuckles timidly. I have noticed how shy he gets when someone gives him a compliment - like a snail slowly withdrawing in its shell. I find it adorable.

“That’s what makes it even better!“ I unmute my mic, sending my own congratulations.

“While we’re on that topic...“ Rae begins, waiting for the rest of us to shut our traps, suggesting she has something important to say. “Y/N, do you ever plan on doing a reveal like that? Not a face reveal. Just a body part reveal.“

I have no problem talking about the subject with friends but I get nervous when I’m supposed to discuss it with my fans. Seeing as how everyone, including myself, is streaming right now, I get a bit of a stutter in my speech. “Haven’t thought about it yet. But I guess a body part reveal is harmless.” I cringe immediately after letting the words leave my mouth, “That sounds so weird.”

Rae knows that I’m not too fond of my face, but I haven’t told her about my scar yet. I let almost all people I’ve met online think I’m using my lack of appearance for effect. For the mystery of it all. Mysteries attract people which equals attention. Attention equals views and the domino effect continues.

“Just a suggestion. No pressure.“ Rae adds quickly, knowing full well I get anxious when the subject is brought up in front of cameras. “Let’s get this game started, shall we.”

                                                          * * *

The idea dwells in my mind, sitting on the back burner even after I disconnect from the Discord call. I’m sitting in my gaming chair, which was a gift for my two million milestone, and weighing out the pros and cons of the action Rae suggested I take.

“It’s a picture of your fucking hand, dummy. How bad can it turn out?“ I say out loud, shaking my head at my indecisiveness. “You’ll be fine.”

In a blur, two pictures are already posted on my Instagram. The first one captioned ‘Took a leaf from my friend’s book. Did I do it right @ corpsehusband?’ and the second ‘Thanks, Rae. These are on you.’

Rae’s POV

As I’m watching a movie in my living room, I get a notification from Instagram, informing me that Y/N has posted for the first time in a while.

I scoff, “More like the first time in forever.”

The first thing that comes to my mind is the possibility of her reaching that three million milestone that’s been long time coming. I bring the glass of water that’s sitting on my coffee table to my lips, taking a sip as I tap the notification. The picture I see makes me hurry to put the glass back down so I don’t drop it. Y/N’s hand. Her fingers are covered with several thin rings each. And here I thought Corpse had too many rings, this girl has at least two on every finger! 

Then my eyes land on the second picture she has posted only minutes after the first and my heart drops. I struggle to get the water that’s been sitting in my moth down my esophagus while my mind is struggling with the task to comprehend the picture I’m looking at. 

Another hand is resting on top of Y/N’s. A hand also covered in rings but fewer and larger. The nails are painted black. 

I think I know who it belongs to.

Before I can even finish the thought, I’m dialing Y/N. She picks up after the second ring, sound cheery as ever as she greets me. “Hey Rae!”

“Don’t you ‘Hey Rae’ me!” I practically scream. I hate being kept in the dark about anything ever so this is just driving me mad. On top of all, she’s my best friend, for fuck’s sake. “Is that Corpse in the photo with you?!”

“Ugh....“ the cheeriness to her voice is all but gone now.

I go on with my rant, not giving her the time to reply. Not that she would reply. I bet she doesn’t know what to say. “So he knows where you live?! Or was the picture taken at his place?! He knows what you look like?! You have seen him! He has seen you in real life but me, your best friend, haven’t!!! You are breaking Covid 19 protection laws to take pictures?! Are you fucking serious, Y/N?!”

There’s a long moment of silence which frustrates me even more but I literally have run out of things to yell and the power to be angry. I mean, I still am, I just can’t express it.

“Rae, sweetheart, please calm down. You’re scary when you’re mad.“ This girl has some fucking nerve! She’s on the verge of laughing!

“Listen here you...“ 

“Rae, please stop scaring my girlfriend.“ That oh so distinguishable, oh so familiar voice interrupts me.

I am flabbergasted, for a lack of a better term.

“Now that we’ve got you quiet, I can explain.“ Y/N pics up the conversation, “Corpse and I have been dating for six, almost seven months now. We started dating around Easter after talking for quite some time. We moved in together at the end of September. All thanks to you, Rae. You’re the best.” She pauses to breathe in real quick, “There, all caught up?“

I’m in no less shock than I was before she explained. Actually, I think I might be even more confused now. It all just feels like a fever dream. “Yes...no. I don’t fucking know! I need details, Y/N!”

“Details later.“ Corpse makes his presence known once again, “We’re watching Family Guy right now. Talk to you later.“

“Love you, Rae!“ Y/N calls out before the line goes dead.

My arm goes limp, dropping my phone on the couch next to me. 

“Motherfuckers” I mumble under my breath.

Y/N’s POV

It’s been a week since Rae has stopped talking to both Corpse and me. I know she just needs some time to cool off. In the meantime, the rest of our friends were informed and, as oppose to Rae, were nothing but supportive and overjoyed. I bet Rae feels the same way though. Sean, Dave and the rest of the gang have confirmed that she’s incredibly happy for us and says she noticed a spark between me and him since day one, but she can’t help but be mad at us, and especially me, for not telling her sooner.

“Any regrets?“ I remember Corpse asking me when we hung up on her after dropping the bomb.

“Not being able to see her face when she saw the picture.“ I beam at him, feeling as content as ever.

He laughs, agreeing with me before leaning down to kiss me.

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[rainbowsky]

Did DLS Out DD During a DDU Recording and Make Him Cry?

This has been making the rounds on Twitter and YouTube and even Tumblr, for a while now. Fancam footage of DLS making a boyfriend joke and then leaning in to a supposedly upset DD and trying to smooth things over.

This whole thing is based on fancam footage taken during the recording of the DDU 20190825 episode. In this episode dating was being discussed using four beautiful young women, DD and QF along with two handsome young guests as a backdrop.

The subtitles of the fan cam present a scenario where DLS supposedly refers to DD as ‘not needing a girlfriend because he already has a boyfriend’ and then leaning into a supposedly emotional DD and apologizing, trying to calm him down; saying viewers won’t understand what was said.

Let’s take a look at the video:

The full fan cam footage that this out of context clip was taken from can be found here.

If you watch the episode and the complete fan cam footage, you’ll see that this happened during the segment where they were being asked to comment on various dating scenarios. An announcer would present each scenario in a multiple choice format, asking the women to choose between four options based on the type of guy they’d most like to date. For example:

How would you like the boy you like to invite you for a meal on the weekend?

A] Save your weekend for me. Do not say no.

B] You had breakfast at 7:50 this morning and lunch at 12:30. It’s already 7pm now. You have to eat meals on time. Why don’t I take you out for dinner?

C] I tried to explain my thoughts when I look at you, but I failed. So do you have time for dinner with me this weekend? Let’s talk about it.

D] Get out. Dinner.

My opinion

We should always, always be suspicious of anything that is presented without context. 99.9% of the time, when someone removes context they are doing so to mislead audiences. This clip is a perfect example of that. The video creator appears to have removed important context in order to make the clip better fit the narrative they’re trying to sell.

In this segment of the episode, the hosts and guests were seen commenting on the options as they were being read out. The comments DLS is making appear to be in response to something the announcer has said. I don’t think the comments have anything whatsoever do to with DD.

I also don’t think DD looks even remotely upset. Certainly not near tears. Some fans seem over-eager to claim DD is crying. We’ve all seen DD cry, but it’s exceptionally rare and only happens in very personal situations. This doesn’t qualify. It wouldn’t qualify even if everything the video creator claimed was true. DD would be more likely to get angry than cry in such a situation. He isn’t doing either of these things.

Whoever made this video simply doesn’t ‘get’ DD’s personality at all. The people who buy this are similarly unfamiliar with him.

I invite everyone to use your own eyes and your own judgment. Ignore what’s being claimed, ignore the framing you’ve been given of the scenario by me or the video creator, and instead just watch the clip. Does that look like a man on the verge of tears to you?

Second and third opinions

I asked the indispensable @potteresque-ire and @knivescharade what they thought of the clip. I didn’t tell them anything about my opinion, but simply sent the clip and asked their thoughts - are the subtitles correct, what do you think of the lip reading, etc.

@knivescharade

wow, for this person to put this analysis in i would say that lip reading is a very difficult skill. and to try and lip read someone like DLS, who speaks like a bullet train and doesn't really enunciate SUPER well (unlike Han-ge, for example) ... i would say the interpretation is only very vaguely possible at best.

i know both the cand int fandom have a major something for how WYB keeps swallowing around XZ, but honestly. WYB tends to get throat issues. i think swallowing has become one of his habits at this point. so... in conclusion... there are already lots of major, amazing, and irrefutable candies in the fandom already, let's not bother with such iffy ones :D

he is indeed saying that "this man has a boyfriend", but i cant quite remember which part of the show that was in. i watched that episode, it was something to do with love and having 4 guys paired with 4 girls or something like that, and listening to 'types of guys responses to etc etc' so DLS wasnt saying that WYB has a boyfriend - he was saying that 'this man', the one whose voice was playing in the audio, has a boyfriend.

That tracks with my interpretation of what was happening.

@potteresque-ire

Unless people have learned the dialect, Mandarin speakers cannot understand Cantonese, and vice versa. This is why I don't support or wash auditory candies, especially if it involves someone from Northern China (such as DLS, who is a Beijing native). Their local accents make their Mandarin even more difficult to understand.

This dialect restriction is actually not specific to a me, or other Hong Kongers. Someone whose family is entirely from Northern China would be equally prone to making mistakes if they're asked to lip read southern Chinese.

Lip reading also removes tonal consideration, which makes everything that much more uncertain. Have you heard of the Mr Shi Eats the Lion story? This is why, even if I hear some similarities, I'd hesitate to say X has to be saying ABC. Context is important.

Cantonese speakers are especially picky about tone. Mandarin have 4. We have 6 or 9, depending on who you ask. So... I may be more picky than I should be that way too. And I don't want to spoil anyone's fun 😊

The translation was correct in the sense that it was faithful to the Chinese words in the clip I saw, which replicated what DLS said accurately. But the video itself was from a fancam. Where that fancam happened (and got cut off) was at Q3 at the Q & A segment, starting ~9:34 of the official YouTube clip.

DLS said what he said half way through the voiceover of Option A (very precisely, right after the words "I'm the only one"). Technically speaking, therefore, he wasn't talking about DD.

However, it was also a little strange why DLS said what he said. If you watch that segment, all options have a certain personality attached to them. C was very talkative / pretentious. D was connected to DD because it was blunt and direct. A was the so called "overbearing CEO" personality... which is common in het romance dramas but isn't one that has been connected to the gay stereotype. And so, DLS's timing of saying that ... is curious.

Dd did look a little ... I wouldn't say upset, but tense after DLS said that. Maybe it's because that comment kinda came out of nowhere (because of its curious timing), and so it would be read as hinting at something. But that comment is harmless, wording wise.

Alternate theory

I’ve seen some talk from fans about a different theory for why DLS said what he said. Fans say the announcer for option A was Bian Jiang, the actor who did the voice of LWJ in The Untamed. They say that DLS was making a joke about LWJ not needing a boyfriend because he already has one. That actually makes a lot of sense to me as well, and if that’s really Bian Jiang, then I’d say that’s the most likely explanation for this entire thing.

Conclusion

It’s my firm opinion that DLS was not talking about DD having a boyfriend, nor was DD ‘near tears’ in this clip. Whatever DLS said to DD after that, it almost certainly wouldn’t have been ‘words of comfort to placate an upset DD’.

The Bian Jiang theory fits best, but we don’t need to know why DLS said what he said to be able to conclude he wasn’t talking about DD.

Cute DD candy from this episode

If anyone wants a better candy from this episode, look no further than when he emerges from “door #2″, chosen by one of the women as someone she’d like to date based on the food he’d picked out, and immediately launches into “I want to take a man back to my place and hide him.” A LWJ reference (which DLS and Wang Han clarify with him because they appear baffled by what he just said), but still a tactful, perfect rejection of this woman he’s being paired with. 😅

#bjyx #yizhan #ddu #ttxs #bxg fact checking #ggdd entertainment circle #ggdd signs #Youtube

[scandalsavagefanfic]

Hello! I am a huge fan of ur writing. I've loved everything I've read of yours. I've read alot of what you've posted, except for a couple of the tags that are squicky for me (so I'm very thankful you tag very thoroughly). No judgement for the squick, it's just not for me. & when I'm having a bad day, I usually just go thru ur ao3 and find something to reread. I think about Therapy's Bruce & Jason every damn day. While I obvs appreciate ur darker more "problematic" content (I really vibe with some of the themes you write about bc of my own trauma, & so it's very cathartic to read about in a fictional setting), I am truly a sucker for ur more happy content. The Happily Ever After verse also lives in my head rent free. Idk more wholesome stuff just seems more special when you write it. Anyways. I would die for you. But the point of this ask is cause I'm curious as to why you don't like Urban Legends? I'm sorry if you already talked about it here or on twitter and I missed it. I was just wondering because I really enjoy your take on things and would love to hear why you dislike it. I've been enjoying it so far personally, but I am always open to DC comics criticism.

Aw thank you so much! I'm so flattered by everything you just said. You're so sweet ❤❤❤❤❤

I haven't talked about Urban Legends here or twitter (I haven't been very active in either place lately. Just a lot going on and no energy 😔) but I'm happy to do it here.

Before I start though, I just want to add a standard disclaimer and make it clear that if you like it, there's nothing wrong with that and you don't have to let me ruin it for you lol. Like what you like.

That said, since you asked...

I said this when I was talking about it on discord, that there is a difference between hope and expectation. I always hope that a new story centered on Jason (or anyone really, but things have been especially egregious for Jay for 15 years) will be good or at least treat the character with a minimal level of respect (to be honest, the bar is super fucking low). But my expectations always temper my hope, to keep it from getting unrealistic. Because my expectations are based on experience.

The long history of Jason Todd, since even before his resurrection, has been one of retroactively trying to make him "a bad seed" in order to absolve Bruce of any responsibility in his death.

I don't even expect DC or their writers to start honoring the fact that Jason was not an angry, reckless Robin (and less of the later than Dick or Tim and definitely Damian). There plenty of ways that retcon can be folded into his history and be compelling and sympathetic. And if they're going to stick with that retcon, I'm only asking that they do it in one of those compelling and sympathetic ways because Jason was 15 when he died, heroically, in one of the most selfless acts in comics, to save a woman who literally handed him over to be brutally murdered. He was 12 when Bruce plucked him off the streets, he'd been homeless and fending for himself for at least two years. I personally think that Jason's story hits harder for him and Bruce if their original, canon relationship, of Jason as starry-eyed and eager to learn and absolutely devoted to Bruce and Bruce to Jason, is preserved. But Jason's origins does leave room for a meaningful interpretation of him as angry and frustrated at the lack of meaningful results of Bruce's methods.

And that's really where my irritation at stories like Batman: Urban Legends, Cheer and Batman The Adventure Continues has it's roots.

Every time one of these stories comes out, I think (or hope, rather) that this will be the one that remembers and respects the origins of the Jason and the Red Hood, that takes into account the changed sensibilities of comics readers in the 30 years since Jason's death and the subtle, 20 year, retroactive campaign to make him the "bad Robin". The "born bad" trope is played out and literally no one likes the message it implies. That some kids are just bad eggs and there's nothing parents or the adults around them can do. Especially when it's played as the kid's fault. If Jason's time as Robin is going to be characterized by anger, then it should be rooted in anger at the social injustices he witnessed as he grew up in an impoverished, crime-ridden, area and the horrors he faced raising himself when every day was a battle for survival. There are topical, meaningful, stories to tell with that backdrop.

But those are never the stories we get.

⚠⚠ Spoilers for Batman: Urban Legends, Cheer ⚠⚠

I'm particularly disappointed in Urban Legends because for the first issue, it looked like that was the kind of story we were going to get. I was put off by the first flashback of Jason being mesmerized by Bruce's guns, and I got that feeling in my gut that it was a bad sign. Jason depicted as impatient and overconfident and the scene with the guns is heavy-handed foreshadowing that got my spidey-sense tingling. I had a inkling then (in the first three pages) of how this story was going to play out, but it was early and I could still see many narrative paths that could lead to a satisfying story. My concerns were soothed somewhat and the little flame of my hope fanned, with the flashback of Alfred scolding Bruce, with Barbara's concern for Jason. A bit of worry returned with the way Jason ruthlessly pursued an addict who didn't appear to be a dealer and with the ending of the issue. The stuff with the addict sat wrong with me but the ending was tempered some by how despicable Tyler's dad was written. The scene was clearly set so that the reader could sympathize with Jason's decision and the scene with the addict could be brushed aside as a side-effect of comics over-the-top need for constant action, so I still held hope.

Issue 2 made me uncomfortable and it's where my hope starts to take a backseat to my expectations. I can dismiss Jason's self-deprecating internal monologue as unreliable narration, except that the flashback reinforces his thought process to explicitly show that it's not unreliable narration, and should be taken at face value. Jason faces physical abuse at the hands of his mother's drug dealer and when the flashback continues later, Jason kills the drug dealer. To be clear, this is a pre-Bruce Jason. His mom is still alive. He's like... 10. He kills this guy for shoving his head into a wall and implying Jason's mother paid for her drugs with sex. This is a scene that serves a single purpose. To show that Jason has always been prone to violence.

In the spirit of full disclosure, there is the small chance the drug dealer might not be dead. But the story obviously wants the reader to think he is, and it hasn't done anything to change that yet.

Starlin already did this story with The Diplomat’s Son in 1988 and he did it infinitely better. AND that’s still technically canon. So now I’m supposed to believe that Jason lost his cool bad enough to kill two douche bags before his sweet 16? Like it’s totally normal for abused kids raised in poverty, who’ve led hard and heartbreaking lives to just... haul off and kill people? That’s bullshit, and when taken with the Jason in the third issue, who is little more than an idiot thug, this story is really doubling down on some fucked up stereotypes.

Which brings us to the most recent issue. I went into this installment with very low expectations. I thought this story was going to be about Jason, through this experience with Tyler, a young boy with a similar background to Jason's, coming to the realization that Bruce's way is the best way and that Bruce did his best by Jason.

That would be annoying (in no small part because it takes increasingly absurd levels of plot armor to keep Bruce's no kill rule relevant, let alone irrefutably right). But I can probably live with that, if only because maybe if Jason officially falls back into line with the Bats crusade, maybe I'll get stories that treat him with respect, stories that don't relegate him to comic relief, dumb brute, or a background body with no lines in a story about the Joker burning Gotham (like Jason would just fucking stand there quietly for that).

And that may still be where the story is going, Jason realizing Bruce is right.

But holy shit do I not have the right words to describe how fucking insulting and gross issue three is.

From start to finish--including the flashback--Jason is written as cruel and fucking stupid. Like straight up dumb.

The entire issue is Bruce explaining the fucking basics to Jason like it's his first day. And Jason flies off the fucking handle and terrorizes a doctor he knows isn't a part of making the Cheerdrops, beats the shit out of some random addicts, and finally, when he can't accomplish anything on his own because he's a dumb brute he calls Barbara for help and rushes in with no information where he's promptly incapacitated and must now wait to be rescued by Batman.

This panel is the least of the issues sins but I can’t screenshot the entire story but it’s representative of the tone for the whole issue (and retroactively tainted the prior two issues).

This is beyond insulting. The only conclusions Jason comes to in this issue are the ones Bruce leads him to by talking to him like he can’t make the simplest connections. And like... in this story Jason can’t make the simplest connections.

This (and the Jason throughout the entirety of this issue) is a far cry from the Jason we fell in love with in Under the Red Hood, who was competent and strategic and intelligent enough to seize control of Gotham’s underworld from Black Mask (who’s no fucking slouch, he’s the first and only person to unify organized crime in Gotham) AND elude and manipulate Bruce until the time and place of his choosing.

This is a far cry from even the Red Hood and the Outlaws Jason who is competent enough to fight the League of Shadows and Ra’s al Ghul (among very dangerous and skilled others) and smart enough to create antidotes for mind control nanotech viruses.

As he should be, by the way. Jason Todd is one of the best, most comprehensively trained fighters in DC’s stable of non powered vigilantes. He’s not irrational or hot headed. He’s pragmatic, tactically minded, and patient. He’s a detective. Right now. Has been since he was 12. Bruce doesn’t have to make him one because he already is. 

Jason is not a stupid thug who uses his fists because his brain doesn’t work. And I can’t tell you how so very exhausted I am by this narrative. 

This is actually the most egregious example of Jason’s skills and intelligence being not just undermined but dismissed entirely. Even Morrison’s Jason had some degree of competency. 

The one, single redeeming factor of this story is the art. It’s beautiful. And Marcus To is a godsend he seems to be one of only a couple of artists who remember that Jason was a child when he was Robin and I’m literally only buying this book because of him. 

Anyway, I’m sorry. I didn’t want that to come out so... um... passionately lol. I’m just very very tired. My intention with this isn’t to ruin it for you, if you like it, that’s fine. 

But this issue shot this story to the top of my "Vehemently Despise” list. 1) Batman: Urban Legends (Cheer), 2) Battle for the Cowl/Morrison’s Batman and Robin, 3) Batman The Adventure Continues.

I hope the next issues somehow salvage this dumpster fire. But I’m not expecting it.

(Damnit. That sounded harsh again. To reiterate, I’m not trying to judge anyone who enjoys it, I just personally hate it and you asked me why lol 😅)

#Batman #red hood #batman: urban legends #nice art #shit story #or at least shit characterization #jason todd deserves better #this response got long and I didn't edit it #please forgive any errors #and/or unclear spots #spoilers

[blueeyedgeorgie]

Cancelled-Dream Was Taken

A/N: Surprise bitch. Weren’t we expecting for me to release mcyt fanfics soon? If I didn’t tag my usual @‘s it’s because idk if you’d like to be tagged for mcyt content.

Pronouns: she/her

Word Count: 2.3k+

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"You're so harsh on him!" Her hands sat on the keyboard, staring at the green human that stood on Y/n's computer screen.

She needed to be careful. While this was a heated moment, she couldn't let herself get too loud for multiple reasons. If she got too loud, Dream's stream viewers would be able to tell she was in the next room or they would just receive noise complaints from their neighbors.

"No Y/n! You're too soft on him! He needs to learn that he can't get away with everything. You're setting him up for failure." As the h/c girl listened to her roommate speak, she had to remind herself over and over again; 'This wasn't real.' Dream was mad, not Clay.

This had all been arranged as roleplay. Y/n would be leaving in a few days to go visit some of her family for a reunion, so Wilbur had been the one to think up the brilliant idea of what was playing out now; an argument between Y/n and Dream. The plan was to have Y/n get so upset she didn't log onto the SMP for the next few days, only to come back with a master plan to backstab Dream.

At first, Clay wasn't really on board with the thought of him getting angry at Y/n. They had been together for a little over a year, there wasn't a single moment they had gotten upset with one another. But surprisingly, Y/n had been the one to convince Clay it was a good idea.

The fans knew Dream and Y/n had a close friendship, Dream had always been so protective of her. But when this was going down, they didn't know how to act.

Every time Y/n would glance at her chat, she'd see thousands of comments rising up as new ones appeared. Comment after comment, it looked like the fans were shocked by the way this stream was turning out.

"I'm not setting him up for anything! He's a kid, Dream!" Y/n glanced from the chat,  back at the screen showing her PC game. Standing on her screen was Dream and Tommyinnit, she had accompanied Dream to visit Tommy.

"You're just babying him! 'He's a kid!' Well, he needs to learn to grow up eventually," his voice had been filled with such spite. It felt weird to hear Clay speaking to her like this in such a tone.

For a moment, she stared at the green man before a short scoff escaped her lips. "I can't believe you." With that, Y/n had pressed a few keys, turning her character towards the nether portal a couple of yards away. Before Dream had gotten the chance to speak again, Y/n began to move away.

"Y/n! Come back here!"

She flicked a few buttons, taking a moment to look behind her character to see Dream following. Good, everything was going according to plan. Within the next few minutes, she'd be able to log off and she'd be on vacation for the next few days.

The h/c girl ignored the green man as she stepped through the portal, taking her to Minecraft's version of hell. Almost done, she just needed to find a good spot to stop as she listened to Dream continue to speak.

"You can't keep ignoring me! You know I'm right in this. You know you can't keep defending Tommy. You know Tommy is driving a wedge between us-"

Perfect. Y/n had stopped just on the edge of a bridge, molten lava sat feet below them. If she fell, she'd surely die. "No."

"No?" Dream was a bit surprised to hear Y/n cut him off, but he stayed silent as he was prepared to listen to what she had to say.

"No. No more. I don't wanna hear you blame Tommy for us breaking apart. I want you to listen to me. You've been acting like much more of a dick than usual and I hate it. I despise it. You've changed for the worst because you think you can step on everyone. At this point, everyone fears to tell you the truth-except me. I'll be a hundred percent honest with you, you've been so egotistical, it's really pissed me off. This is your fault, Dream. Not Tommy's. You exiled a child for pulling a prank on a vacation house! Not even George's real house!"

"But-"

"Shut the fuck up. I'm done, but I don't wanna hear you bullshit me. So shut the fuck up."

A moment of silence passed between them as Y/n stared at her screen. Just a few more steps.

And within seconds, Dream had pulled out his netherite sword. With one hit, she was falling back into lava. Y/n glanced at her chat, a look of shock on her face as she read over what a few comments said. A moment of silent tension had passed before Y/n had finally spoken up, removing her from the voice chat she was in.

"Alright guys, I guess that's enough for the day. I'll see you all... later." With that, she had clicked a few buttons, raiding Dream's live-stream as she ended hers.

For the next 20 to 30 minutes, Y/n knew Clay would be busy streaming. So she had decided to take a bit of time to wind down and think to herself.

Get a glass of water.

'Are the fans harassing him in his twitch chat?'

Sit down on the living room couch.

'The SMP fans were always so protective of me.'

Pet Patches.

'Was I too much when I snapped at him?'

It didn't seem like 30 minutes had passed when Clay had walked out of his streaming room, only to find Y/n on the couch with Patches in her lap. "Hey, N/n." "Oh, your stream is already over?" Y/n smiled, pulling herself out of her thoughts as she scoot over, giving Clay room to take a seat right by her.

"Yeah, did you lose track of time or something?"

"I must've. How did the chat react after I 'died'?" She smiled up at her boyfriend as he wrapped an arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer into his embrace.

"Everyone was filled with joy that you died."-Y/n playfully swatted at him. "Okay, okay! I got a few chat messages of people bashing me for it, but it's fine."

"Well, it's a good thing the chat wasn't completely littered with hate. How was it after my raid?"

"Honestly, not that bad as you expect. Like I said, just a few comments. Nothing bad, I just ignored it." Clay placed a hand on Patches's head, gently scratching her, followed by the animal beginning to purr.

"Good to hear, anyways... I'm not ready to pack. Do you think we can procrastinate?" The h/c girl let out a huff leaning against her boyfriend. "How?"

"I was thinking a bit of movie binging, cuddling, and ordering dinner?" A cheeky smile spread on her face as she spoke.

"It's like you read my mind."

The couple had made it through three movies, by now it was later at night. The sun had set and they had already door dashed some food. By now they were in the middle of watching 'The Empire Strikes Back.'

'I love you.' 'I know.'

The iconic moment between Hans and Leia had been interrupted by the sound of Clay's phone buzzing. "Why is George calling?"

"What?" Y/n was a bit curious herself. Considering the timezones, George should be asleep right now. Pausing the TV, she turned her attention to her boyfriend's phone.

"Hey Clay."

"What's up, George? Isn't it like early in the morning for you?" Clay raised a brow, moving his phone so Y/n would be able to see George as well.

"Yeah, I had to stay up to fix a YouTube video I need to get out today. I was about to go to bed and I checked Twitter-"

"Oh no." Clay made a short joke, only to be cut off by his friend.

"I don't know if it's trending for you in America, but you might as well look."

"What's going on?" He swiped up, taking him to his home screen so he could click on the little blue bird app. Y/n had grabbed her phone from the coffee table, opening up the app as well. "#Cancel Dream... #Y/n... #Dream SMP"

"Is... is Clay getting canceled for killing me in Minecraft?" Y/n scrolled through the tweets involving the hashtag 'Y/n.' She could see plenty of people defending her, but making it much bigger of a problem than it actually was.

"Oh, hey Y/n. But yeah, he is." George chuckled awkwardly, scrolling through his Twitter app as well.

"This is so fucking stupid."

"It really is. So we might as well get this cleared up with the fans as soon as possible. Do you want me to tweet something, or do you want to?" Y/n looked up at her boyfriend, it looked like he was thinking.

"Yeah, I'll tweet it. Don't worry about this, Y/n."

"Alright, whatever you say," she replied, pulling a blanket over her as she waited for Clay to finish typing his response.

"Here's what I'm gonna say: 'I can't believe you guys actually think me and @(y/n) are in an actual fight in real life. We have been good friends since forever, the fight was only roleplay. I love that you guys are so protective of Y/n, but no one's actually upset.' How's that sound?"

"I think that's good," George hummed softly.

"Yeah, I doubt you'll stay 'canceled' once you've explained to them it was all part of the SMP lore." The h/c girl smiled up at her boyfriend with a small nod.

"Alright, I'm gonna post it. George, I think you should go to bed because you're half asleep already."

Y/n turned, looking at her boyfriend's iPhone. "Go to sleep, Gogy!"

"Alright, alright... I'll talk to you guys later." The call had ended with Clay and Y/n saying goodbye to their friend while George simply yawned to them as a response.

As soon as the call was over, Clay looked at the response to his tweet. It didn't seem to be going too well. There had been a few fans who understood what was going on and responded with a paragraph as an apology for the misunderstanding. But most replies had been telling Clay he was bullshitting the fans or that he wasn't being honest.

"I'm sorry, Clay," his girlfriend had huffed as she read through the responses to his tweet.

"Honestly I'm just a bit pissed off. Literally, any time someone tries to 'cancel' me, it's over something stupid. I'm not a bad guy, it just feels like some people just don't want to see me succeed." Clay had excused himself to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

It hurt Y/n to hear how upset her boyfriend was. He never got too upset over things, but seemed to take a small toll on him. "Hold on. Let me say something." The h/c girl couldn't be asked to post multiple tweets of her response to hate sent towards Clay over the internet. So what was better than a short video that could be posted to the blue bird app?

"Um, hey guys. I'd just like to make this quick. Stop sending hate towards Dream. The fight was roleplay and nothing more. I'm gonna be busy for the next couple of days so Wilbur thought of a good idea to help build SMP lore with me and Dream and we both agreed to the argument. Now stop sending the green man hate, or I'll commit war crimes or something-"

Y/n had been interrupted by the sound of Clay letting out a small giggle. "What? What did I say?"

"Nothing, just keep going with your video."

"Whatever, I'm cool. No matter what Dream says. Anyways, I'll speak to you all later." Y/n had hit the red button again, ending her video. Within seconds, the video had been uploaded to her Twitter account.

Placing her phone back down on the table, Y/n approached her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his torso. "I'm really sorry about the hate, Clay. I love you."

"Don't apologize for something you can't control. I love you more." The brunette held his partner close, accepting her hug. Y/n always loved his hugs, she always felt so safe in his embrace.

The rest of the night had been spent with more cuddling and more Star Wars movies. Hours had passed before Y/n had even thought about the Twitter situation again. But for some reason, she had decided to look at the app again tonight.

It was 2 in the morning by now, Clay was half asleep. His head laid in the h/c girl's lap as she brushed a hand through his hair, her free hand opening up her Twitter app once again.

It had been a bit of a surprise to see a couple of trending hashtags had changed so quickly. What was trending now was #Dream, #Y/n,#(ship name), and #Dream's Laugh. This had to be about Y/n's short clip she posted. And by the looks of it, people had stopped acting so harsh towards Clay. But instead, they had decided to focus on the fact Dream and Y/n were hanging out together. Not to mention the fact Dream and let out a stupid little giggle because of Y/n. People had been apologizing to him through Twitter for being so hard on him.

"Babe."

"Hm?" Clay mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes.

"Pretty much everyone is apologizing to you over Twitter for being hardasses."

"Hm, that's good to hear."

"You're really tired, huh?" Y/n paused her scrolling to look down at her boyfriend.

"Yeah," He continued to mumble, followed by a short yawn.

"Alright, time for bed, babe." Y/n smiled to herself, beginning to carefully move away from Clay. "I can pack tomorrow and we can laugh over the stupid bird app tomorrow after you've gotten a good amount of sleep."

"I still can't believe Twitter tried canceling me over roleplay."

"I can't believe you got uncancelled by shippers."

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Suna x reader: Final part (smut)

Here’s the final part to my Suna series! I wasn’t satisfied with my fluff version of the ending (which you can read here if you’re interested) so I decided to write a more smutty version. 

Warning: degradation, angry sex, light choking, mostly just a lot of degrading lol

I genuinely think this is the hottest fanart I’ve ever seen of him I can barely look at it without ✨butterflies✨. 

Art creds go to @minghuaa_art on twitter!

Despite Kita seeing you that day in the car, Suna still asked to keep whatever was between you a secret. That was fine with you--you didn’t particularly want a boyfriend, especially with the second semester of college work picking up. You still got to see him pretty often, hooking up in his car or your dorm at least three nights a week or more. Never the frat house; apparently his roommates were annoying. 

It was nice. Easy. Far easier than you ever expected friends with benefits to be. And beyond the sex, you loved talking to Suna; laying together on your tiny bed, legs tangled, while he explained the new music he was listening to, or walking together to the cafeteria as he made you laugh so hard that water came out of your nose. 

The good parts were enough to overlook the bad parts. At first. 

Suna was an abnormally horrific texter, barely ever responding within the day, if at all. If you ever wanted to get in contact with him, you’d have to call directly. And honestly even then he didn’t have the best track record. 

What was more frustrating was that it was always on his time. He would text you asking to hang out that night, and you would say yes, and then he wouldn’t respond until the following afternoon with some vague excuse about being busy. The first few times it happened, you got so mad that you didn’t respond to his calls, until he showed up at your dorm with panda express and forced you to watch Tokyo Ghoul with him. 

He had apologized...but it didn’t stop happening. It made you feel like you were some sort of side whore, who he called when he was bored and had nothing better to do. Like you were second best to everything else he had going on in his life. 

You had promised yourself from the beginning that you wouldn’t allow yourself to get close enough to get hurt, but it was hard. You really, really liked him. 

You liked the way he would stare at you while you talked, actually listening and curious as to what you had to say. You liked the way he hugged you after a few days of not seeing each other, burying his face in your hair like he couldn’t get close enough to you. You liked the way he laughed, both the usual, quiet chuckles and the rare snorting wheezes. You liked the way his mouth looked when he smoked, the way he moaned your name when he came, the way he could make you laugh at anything at any time. 

You didn’t want to get the “I told you so” talk from Kiyoko, so you avoided the topic all together: with her, and yourself. 

After one month of hanging out with Suna, you were planning on meeting up and going to see a movie. Both of you were more homebodies, preferring to stay in rather than party, but you had decided that you wanted to try and expand your horizons once again. The movies seemed like a happy compromise. 

The film was something Suna had been talking about for a while, an action thriller that honestly looked like shit but got good audience reviews because of all the flashy fight scenes. He had been so excited when it came out that you hadn’t been able to say no to going, especially not after he pried you with food. 

He was coming to get you at 6 pm, and your last class ended at 3pm, which gave you plenty of time to get ready. You stared at the face of your teacher on the screen within your zoom class, zoning out as he explained the flood system around the school. You glanced over as your phone buzzed, a message from Suna popping up on the screen. 

Suna

Wha u doying rit now?

You

What?

Suna

Sorr little drynk 

You

You’re drunk? 

Suna

im at psrty

You

Are we still seeing a movie tonight?

There was no response, and you felt your stomach drop. You didn’t even notice as your teacher ended class and logged you off the meeting. Suna was at a party at 3 in the afternoon, drunk, and didn’t seem to remember you had plans. You swallowed, shoving your phone aside as you ground your teeth. Why was he so frustrating? 

You stood up, angry at yourself for caring, furious at Suna for making you feel this way, for being such a piece of shit. You knew what party he was probably at--Kiyoko had said she was going at some point--and suddenly you were moving before you could think about it. 

You dressed nice, but casual enough that it wasn’t out of place at a frat party. Sexy enough to make him want you though, of course. 

You didn’t give yourself time for nerves as you strode from your dorm and headed in the direction of the frat house, following a steady stream of people already going in that direction. You knew it was Friday, but how the fuck were so many people already getting ready to party when it was literally 3:30????

It wasn’t overly crowded in the house when you entered, but enough where it was confusing as you wandered through the crowd. You snatched two drinks from the counter, downing them as fast as possible as you searched for Suna in the crowd. You’d need to be at least tipsy before having this confrontation. 

You found him in the living room, sprawled out on the couch next to who you recognized to be Akaashi, Kuroo, Kita, and Iwaizumi--all who you knew through Kiyoko. There were a few others you didn’t know, and they were all clearly drunk out of their minds. 

As you entered the room, Suna met your eyes for a brief moment, but then they moved on without a reaction. He didn’t care at all that you had come to find him, or that he had never responded to your text. 

The drink in your hand trembled, and you walked out of the room without looking back. 

Instead of talking to Suna, you decided to get wasted. An hour after first coming to the party, you were deep in a game of beer pong and you had a pleasant warmth in your gut, the world a little hazy. You felt braver, more angry, and suddenly all you wanted to do was track down that yellow eyed idiot and slap him. 

“Where’s Suna?” You slurred, turning to look at your partner at beer pong. You knew him vaguely as one of the frat boys, Suna’s friend Atsumu. 

Atsumu grinned, raising his eyebrows as he stared down at you. “Suna? Why?” 

You weren’t drunk enough to tell him of your “friendship” with Suna, so you just shrugged. 

“He’s over there,” Atsumu pointed towards the kitchen, and you felt all the blood drain from your face as you followed his gaze. Sitting in a chair, his back to you, was Suna...and on his lap was a beautiful blonde girl with her hands in his hair as she kissed him fiercely. 

You must have made some sort of sound, because Atsuma looked back at you. “You good?” 

You forced yourself to nod. “I’m...going to go get some fresh air.” 

“I’ll come,” he said, and you decided not to argue. 

Seeing Suna had sobered you up considerably, but your emotions were still a complete mess. All you could feel was a deep, unending hurt. 

As you headed down the hall, Atsumu grabbed your wrist and spun you around to face him. “So...you and Suna huh?” He said, a strange smile on his face. 

“What are you--?” 

“It’s fine, you don’t have to keep it a secret.” He took a step towards you, and you raised your eyebrows. 

“We aren’t together.” 

“Really? Then you wouldn’t mind,” He gently took your chin, lifting your face. “If I did this?” 

“I--” 

“What the fuck.” 

All the breath wooshed out of you at the familiar voice, which was now laced with anger. Suna stood a few feet away, his hands in his pockets as he watched you and Atsumu. He was smiling, but it was icy with rage and...jealousy?

“Suna,” Atsumu grinned, releasing your face but not stepping back. “What do you want?” 

Suna jerked his chin in your direction. “How about you get away from her, and then we’ll talk?”

“Dude,” Atsumu rolled his eyes. “She just told me she was single. I don’t get what the problem is.” 

Suna’s face tightened. “If you don’t get the fuck out of here in the next three seconds, I swear I will break your--”

“Chill, ok!” Atsumu stepped back from you, given you a frustrated look before heading away down the hall. 

When he was out of sight, Suna’s head slowly turned to face you, his eyes dark. “Single?” His voice was a low snarl. 

You swallowed, feeling your anger return full force. How dare he. “Yes!” You snapped, “Since you clearly don’t view this as any sort of relationship.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“So you can go off kissing other girls, but I can’t flirt with Atsumu?” 

“Looked like a bit more than flirting,” he said, teeth bared, before the other part of what you said caught up to him. “And how drunk are you? I wasn’t kissing shit!” 

“Are you seriously lying to my face right now? I saw you!” 

“I didn’t kiss anyone! Do you really think that little of me?”

You clenched your fists. “Atsumu said--” 

Suna was in your face in a second, towering over you as he backed you against the wall. “What did he say?” He growled. 

You clenched your jaw, glaring at him in silence. 

Suna gave a dark chuckle. “So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” 

You barely had time to react before he gripped your chin, kissing you roughly and shoving his tongue in your mouth. You moaned, and the sound snapped whatever restraints Suna had. His hands ran down the back of your thighs, lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you through the nearest door into a random bedroom. He kissed down your neck as he kicked the door shut, and you gasped as he tossed you on the bed. 

Your eyes slid down his chest and across his toned stomach as he pulled his shirt over his head, completely at a loss for what to do. You could feel the heat pulsing between your legs, making your heart race and your body tremble. But this was wrong. Right? 

You didn’t have anymore time to think about it as Suna gripped your ankles, dragging you to the end of the bed. 

“Why do you still have clothes on?” He snarled, yanking your leggings off and leaving them in a tangled mess on the floor. His eyes darkened as they swept over the pair of lacy underwear you had worn, sliding towards your center where you kept your thighs clenched tightly together. 

He didn’t say a word as he forced your legs apart, dropping to his knees at the end of the bed, yanking down your underwear, and positioning one of your legs over his shoulder. You shuddered as his hot breath caressed you, and he ran lazy circles along the inside of your thighs with his long fingers. 

“Fuck…” He murmured under his breath before looking up at you. “Do you want me to--”

“Stop teasing me Suna,” you groaned, shifting your hips, and he laughed darkly. 

“Fine.”

You practically screamed at the first sweep of his tongue, managing to turn your face into a pillow to muffle your noises as he worked around your clit and used his fingers in your core. You bucked your hips up into his face, and his laughter vibrating through your body almost had you coming within the first minute. 

You let out a low cry of protest as he pulled away, raising his head to glare at you. His mouth was covered in your juices, his hair rumpled and eyes glassy. He leaned over you, yanking away the pillow you had been using to cover your mouth and throwing it across the room. 

“What are you--”

“I want to hear you begging for it,” he snapped, and you managed to roll your eyes before he shoved his fingers back into you. 

“You’re so--ah!” You shuddered. 

Over the course of a month of fucking each other, Suna had figured out exactly how to make you fall apart under his tongue and fingers, so it didn’t take long for him to work you into an early climax. Your legs shook, and you let out a series of moans as you came all over his mouth. 

He got to his feet after making sure he had licked you completely clean, gazing down at you with possessive smugness. 

“Why do you look so fucked out already? We’ve barely gotten started.” 

You didn’t even argue as you got onto your knees on the bed, hands sliding into his hair as you kissed him angrily, unsaid words erupting. He allowed you to shove him onto the bed, and you focused on unzipping his pants and throwing them aside, ditching your shirt and bra along with it. His boxers went next, and then you had his dick in your hands, stroking it while Suna groaned. 

“Here,” he panted, tossing you a condom, and you slid it over his cock just like he taught you. You positioned yourself over him, impatient, your knees on either side of his hips as you thrust yourself down on him in one go. You both moaned at the feeling of finally having him inside you. 

“F-fuck,” you gasped, slowly rolling your hips as you rested your hands lightly on Suna’s chest. You went slow, taking the time to feel how deep he reached inside you, the movement on your clit enough to send tingles up the rest of your body. 

Suna watched you ride him lazily, his yellow eyes half closed as he took in the way your naked body shifted to move on top of him. 

“Ha, you’re doing so good...god--you’re so fucking sexy,” he groaned, and you glared down at him. 

“You make me so...mad…” You managed between pants of pleasure, and Suna raised his eyebrows. 

“You can still talk? I guess I’m not doing enough…” 

Before you could protest, he flipped you over so that you were lying on your back with him hovering over you, his dark hair falling around his face as he gripped your throat lightly. 

“You’re such a little cumslut aren’t you?” He murmured in your ear, and you arched slightly. “Don’t you ever try and fuck someone else again, got it? You’re only allowed to come around my cock.”

You moaned in agreement, and Suna rolled you over onto your stomach, dragging your hips up so your ass was high in the air. He gave you no warning as he thrust back in, practically fucking you into the mattress. 

Your eyes rolled back in your head as he used his fingers to reach around and rub your clit, his other hand running along your breast. You could  barely think through the pleasure, and the only coherent word you were managing to say was his name.

Suna leaned over you, yanking your head back to murmur in your ear. “You’re mine, got it?” His words were rough, and you clenched hard around his cock. You could feel your second orgasm approaching, and he could tell too by the way you shuddered around him. He paused in his motion, and you wiggled your hips in protest, trying to get him going again. 

“Why’d you stop?” You snapped, glancing over your shoulder when he didn’t continue. 

Suna grinned. “Beg for it, bitch.”

He moved slightly, letting you feel the friction, and you gasped in anger and pleasure. This bastard wanted to tease you, make you submit to him…

Despite knowing this, you broke almost immediately. “Please, Suna, please please, I need you so bad--”

Immediately, he picked up his pace once again, adding more pressure to your clit, and you jerked. “That’s a good girl.” 

“Ah, ah, Suna, fuck, I love-- you, ahhh…” You cried, feeling moisture spill down your thighs as your stomach erupted for the second time that night. 

For a moment he stilled, and you bit your lip in tired confusion. Did he want you to beg again? You weren’t sure you had another round in you. 

You looked over to see him with a shocked expression on his face, but it quickly melted into smugness again once he caught you staring at him. “Of course you love me while I’m fucking you like this,” he growled finally. “It’s because you’re such a slut for it, right?” 

Your mouth dropped open, but you didn’t have time to say anything as he started moving once again, making you yelp at the overstimulation. Had you said you loved him? Out loud? Oh my god…

“Have I fucked you stupid already?” he purred in your ear, pulling out of your dripping cunt before slamming back in and picking up his pace. You moaned loudly, thrusting your hips back to meet his as all thoughts flew from your head. 

“S-Suna I--” You could barely speak, it felt so good, despite the fact that you had already come. Twice. 

 He began to pant in your ear, groaning as his grip on your hips tightened.“F-fuck--” He grunted, arms sliding around your waist as he jerked and came. 

You both collapsed on the bed, sweaty and exhausted, and Suna easily pulled the condom from his dick before tying it and tossing it in the trash. After a long moment, you rolled to your feet to padded over to where your clothes lay--until you realized that your leggings had a massive rip in them. 

“Suna!” You cried, holding up the fabric. He raised his eyebrows, and had the decency to at least look vaguely guilty. 

“Sorry.” 

“What do I wear?!” 

“Here.” He threw the shirt he had been wearing earlier at you, and you gave him a glare.

He had already wiped himself down with the tissues on the counter, and had pulled on his sweatpants once again, leaving him shirtless. His eyes swept lazily down your still naked body, his tongue coming out to wet his lips, and you crossed your arms in annoyance. 

“Suna,” You snapped, but finally pulled his shirt over your head, not seeing another option. “I’m going to go get cleaned up,” you said, before heading out the door without waiting for a response. 

The bathroom was thankfully right down the hall, and thankfully empty. You didn’t feel very guilty about fucking Suna when you should have been communicating in a healthy way, but you definitely still felt mad. 

After you had wiped all the fluids from your inner thighs and core, you headed back to the room to grab the rest of your stuff. 

You found Suna on his phone lying on the bed, but he looked up as you came in. 

“Where are you going?” He said as you gathered your stuff, and you huffed. 

“Back to my dorm.” 

“Wait,” he lunged out of the bed and grabbed your arm. “Don’t go.” 

“Now you want to spend time with me?” 

“Just...stay. Please.” 

You swallowed, taking a deep breath. “Fine.” 

His expression relaxed into a happy smile, and he dragged you onto the bed with him before flicking out the lights. You weren’t sure what time it was exactly, but you were sure it was far past two in the morning. Your eyelids drooped as Suna wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. 

You were right on the edge of sleep when he murmured, “Did you mean it?” 

Immediately you were awake; you knew exactly what he meant. “U-um--” You hadn’t worked out any of the problems between you two, and you were sure he didn’t feel the same way. How were you supposed to admit to loving him like this?

“It’s fine,” he finally muttered. “We can talk about it tomorrow.” 

You swallowed. “Yes. I did mean it.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but you felt Suna tense around you. 

“Really?”

You closed your eyes, forcing yourself to say it. “Yes... I love you.” 

You felt his sigh against your air, ticking the little hair on the back of your neck. His hand slid across your stomach while the other gently began to stroke your hair, and the movement had you relaxing despite the tears that had built up at his lack of response. 

You closed your eyes and set it aside; you would deal with it tomorrow. Now, it was time for sleep. 

“I love you too.” You heard, so soft that it was almost just a breath of air.  

It was probably just a dream.  

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