#i know people get mad when i say this because i’m shaming or whatever

[eepywriters]

I LOVED YOUR MESSAGES WITH QUACKITY ❤️❤️❤️

please do getting into an agrument with quackity headcanons please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻😙😙🫣‼️💕💕🩷🩷

.✦°. • getting into an argument hcs (*´Д｀*)

warnings: a bit of angst and maybe a bit ooc? I tried 😞🤚🏻

a/n: HIII!! THANK U SO MUCH! It means a lot :D and sorry if it took so long ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ finals kicked my ass so I couldn’t write for a while BUT IM HERE SO LET’S GET INTO IT

EARLY INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

(thinking of a young, little experienced Alex)

Oh it’s jover

This could actually be something that could cause a breakup cuz let me tell you THIS MAN just can’t stand confrontation

If it’s something that bugged you, he’d probably understand your point of view but would also be very overwhelmed at the thought of losing you cause he hasn’t been good enough for you, resulting in him hyper focusing on his spiraling thoughts rather than listening to what you are saying

I feel like he’d also be the type to act like nothing happened right after an argument; he’d ignore the tense situation and make jokes to light up the mood and forget about it. He’s not dense, he knows it hurts you to see him seemingly ignore your feelings like that, but he’s not used to being listened so he ends up making his partner go trough his predicament as well

BUT it’s even worse if it’s something that bugged HIM; he probably wouldn’t tell you about it, much preferring to suck it up and don’t cause problems, even though he IS creating more problems

the underlying tension caused by his silence would bring the relationship to a breaking point:

1 you break up and the regret eats him up (probably also wouldn’t reach out again because of shame and a tiny bit of ego)

2 you talk about it cause it can’t go on like this

When I talk about bugging tho, I’m thinking about things that don’t surge an immediate reaction from him, because if he’s mad, he’s mad.

He’s the venomous type, forget his silence and self pity, he’ll probably laugh in your face in irritation and say whatever the fuck he thinks

He’ll retreat to his office as soon as he sees the hurt in your face, understanding he went to far and going back to he’s usual silence, ending up giving you the silence treatment. (he also feels incredibly ashamed) (he’ll just stay in his office all day, editing mindlessly since his mind is anywhere but in the work he’s doing)

He’ll either leave you alone in bed that day, making you sulk and feel as lonely as ever, or will sleep with you but it’ll be the coldest shit ever (like the typical movie scene where two people sleep super afar from each other)

Don’t misunderstand tho, he does feel guilty, he just struggles with communicating his feelings properly (*´ー｀*)

“(Name) I’m not a child, stop acting like you are my fucking mom” he spat, a look of indignation spreading on his features, shaping his otherwise gentle appearance into a strong, furious one.

“Cant you understand that I’m worried about you?” you strike back, jaw impossibly tightened “I understand that you’re very dedicated to your job, but you can’t get yourself to this state.” You sigh, not able to keep up the mad act: “You look very tired Alex”.

You take a tentative step towards him, determined to show him you weren’t scolding him, nor were you mad at him. You were trying to establish contact with him, not start a fight, after all your irritation came from worry, not anger. But he didn’t receive that well. His brows scrunching even further while his mouth twitches downwards.

“Stop acting like I’m some fucking rabid animal. I can take care of myself just fine, I don’t need a fucking babysitter”.

Seems that wasn’t the right move.

The way he was saying your name was probably what hurt the most. You find yourself missing the gentle tone he usually reserved to it when spoken.

“What are you even saying?” you breathe out, your voice being so fragile you almost don’t recognize it as your own. “Do you hear what you are saying? You are being impossible Alex”.

At this point his foot is stomping nervously on the floor. He’s getting annoyed by the minute and he can’t wait to forget about this tense situation. Arguments always put him on edge, but instead of working on the root cause of his discomfort, he always had preferred to just get himself out of the mess as soon as possible. (He hadn’t yet grasped how much that could hurt others). And that’s why, out of everything he could’ve gone, he replied with the one of the most uncalled for things he could ever come up with.

“Maybe instead of worrying about me, you should take a good look at yourself first”.

And you know what he was trying to entail.

You were never insecure of your dark circles, or at least, it wasn’t something that bugged you on the daily ever since you had found a common ground with Alex, knowing he struggled with very prominent circles cause of his lack of sleep. But for someone like him, who always had a hard time with his appearance, to clap back at you by going for your looks? Foul. Unexpected. Not like him at all.

You were sure he could tell from the look of disbelief on your face that he had fucked up.

Alex’s breathing keeps up, his chest constricts, and the anger and the pride that he has wearing like a tailored suit are stripped out of him at the sight of your frown. His mind goes haywire trying to come up with any response.

Maybe if you would’ve known him better by then, you would’ve known how terrified he was of your judgment. Even though his fame often had him deal with horrible comments filled with free hate, if judgement came from you, it scarred 100 times more than anything could ever do.

“Just leave it be, I’m fine” it’s all he mutters before booking it and hiding himself in his office, leaving you to stand there, in the middle of your living room.

Tears prickle your eyes, threatening to fall at any moment and your lip begs you for mercy as you bite into it.

God, why was communicating so difficult in this house?

LONG INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

It took time, it took healing, it took sitting down and TALKING to finally find your balance

He’s still pretty much venomous when it comes to immediate triggers, but after you are both done fighting and cursing each other out, you talk about it and come out of it somewhat unscathed

Anger isn’t easy to control or refrain after all, but you both try your best, and you are able to make up most of the times without falling into old dynamics of silent treatment or isolation

If something bugs him, he most likely will tell you; he is hesitant about it, but after many nights spent in your arms, he starts to let go on some of his biggest worries (anxiety still gnaws at his core every time he opens his mouth though, that doesn’t get old at all)

If something bugs you, he doesn’t shy away from confrontation anymore; he’s not perfect at it either, he still feels the urge to run away and laugh about it all, but he’s gotten way better at it

He’s still very scared of you having a negative opinion about him, but now you know him well enough to spend some extra time to reassure him that you won’t stop loving him for a petty fight, and that arguments in relationship are important to grow not only as a couple, but as people too

“(Name)” he calls out, and you instantly recognize the hint of anxiety that he’s trying to hide from you.

“Yes honey?” you reply, taking your eyes off your phone to stare into his pretty, brown ones. They screamed stress, fear, yet also determination. He did so much progress compared to the beginnings of your relationship. You were proud of him.

Alex took a deep breath before saying: “Uhm, It’s about the photo of us you posted earlier”. You could practically smell the tension in the air. His body is stiff, his chest is heaving, but your gaze is captured by his fingers and by how his nails are digging into them continuously, tearing his already red skin.

You take his hands in yours, preventing him from doing further damage to his poor, abused fingers. You knew he does it as a way to ground himself, but he really needed to find a new coping method - one that didn’t feature him torturing his body if possible.

He stares at his hands in yours for a while. You don’t say anything, allowing him to take his time.

“Okay fuck it” Alex whispers under his breath, so quietly you almost miss it.

“It makes me feel insecure, I don’t like it” he admits, keeping his focus on your hands as he munches his bottom lip nervously. You, in response, draw slow circles on his hands, offering him a gentle smile.

“Can you delete it..?” he sounds unsure, like he’s testing the waters instead of actually making a request. Either way you welcome it.

You put one of your fingers under his chin, gently applying pressure for him to lift his head, just enough to look at you. “Of course I can. Thank you for telling me Alex, I know it’s hard”. His once tense body relaxes.

He avoids your tender gaze, seemingly preferring to stare at the floor, yet you see the soft blush that was quickly taking over his cheeks. You also can’t help but notice that he already had found his charming smile back.

“Stop looking at me like that” he mumbles as his smile spreads. Uh oh, that can only mean trouble.

“Like what” your eyes narrow, not trusting his new found confidence.

“Like this”.

His imitation is pitiful: furrowed eyebrows, small frown and large puppy dog eyes. The more you look at him, the more he reminds you of that one emo guy that kind of looks like him (he definitely does). He looks ridiculous. How did you even fall in love with this dude?

You slap his arm, scoffing out a laugh as you look at him incredulous: “I don’t look like that!”.

“I think you do” he says with a smug tone, one that makes you want to hit him with a pillow till he goes back to sleep. And maybe you just will.

“Oh it’s on you motherf-“

The room was filled with laughter instead of unconfortable, loud silence.

(first post of 2024 yippiee)

#quackity x reader #quackity imagine #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity fanfic #qsmp x reader #first request #yippie

[deanstead]

she's alright, i guess

Pairing: Stellaride x SeverideDaughter!Reader

Requested: yes, by anon

Summary: Y/N hasn’t been very welcoming towards having Stella in their lives, but when she’s faced with a situation, Stella proves to Y/N that she’s in her corner.

Word Count: 2.2K+

Tags/Warnings: Dad!Kelly, mentions of attempted assault, single parent, victim shaming

A/N: This is a different kind of request/fic from what I've written for OC so far but I was pretty intrigued by it so I decided to give it a go. Not opening requests for daughter fics at the moment still because I’m not sure how this turned out yet so let me know what you guys think!

STELLARIDE MASTERLIST

You looked up from where you’d been playing with the food on your plate, only to catch Stella smile at your father who was sitting next to you.

Resisting the urge to make a face, you turned to look at him. “Can I be excused?”

Kelly gave a small sigh and turned to look at you, looking like he wanted to say something and then deciding against it, merely nodding. “Yeah, go on.”

You gave his girlfriend a last withering look before you took your plate back into the kitchen.

Kelly suppressed an audible sigh before he looked back at Stella. “Sorry.”

Stella smiled and shook her head. “She just needs some time.”

You rolled your eyes and headed back to your room, plopping yourself down on your bed and staring up at your ceiling.

It wasn’t really that you didn’t like Stella. Hell, you’d been okay with her before you found out she was dating your father.

As far as daughters went, you were sure that you were at least three times more protective over your father than your classmates were about their own parents.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you only ever had Kelly growing up. You’d overheard countless discussions about people telling him that it was hard being a single parent especially with his job but whatever anyone said, and however Kelly had felt from the first time he’d found out he’d had a daughter and come to get you, Kelly had stuck it out with you.

Over the years, especially once you were older, you’d seen many girlfriends come and go - some didn’t want commitment, some ran the moment they found out about you, some just… didn’t make it. It didn’t matter that Kelly had seemed fine with everything. You were not, so all that had done was make you even more protective over him.

So when you’d found out about Stella, you’d felt your hackles raise.

Logically, you knew Stella had done nothing to deserve this but your 15 year old brain couldn’t seem to override the emotion with logic.

You lay there for a while more until there was a knock on your door and Kelly poked his head in.

“Hey kiddo. Can we talk?”

You sat up but didn’t give him an answer because you knew very well what he wanted to talk about and you weren’t sure you wanted to hear it.

Kelly came in anyway, pulling out the chair at your desk and sitting across from you.

“Will you give Stella a break?”

You looked up with a look of protest and Kelly held up a hand.

“I know.” Kelly said in a low voice, giving you a small smile to show you he wasn’t mad. “Just lighten up a little and give her a chance. That’s all I’m asking.”

You didn’t say anything but Kelly let out a chuckle as you pursed your lips. “Go easy.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before patting your hair affectionately and leaving the room.

You pulled your jacket tighter around you, glancing behind you.

You hadn’t meant to let it get so late but you’d gotten a little too immersed in your notes and lost track of time. Other than the wind blowing against your back and making you shiver, you hadn’t realized how quiet the road from your friend’s house was.

You kind of regretted not calling Kelly to come and get you, but you also didn’t relish the idea of waiting here so you’d forged on, telling yourself you’d walked this street thousands of times.

But now, you were pretty sure someone was following you, hearing the echoing footsteps behind you.

Damn it.

Your hands that were jammed into your pockets closed around your phone but you were also worried things would escalate so you picked up your pace instead.

You heard the footsteps behind you match the increase in your speed and just as you thought you should break into a run, you were yanked backwards and unable to maintain your balance, you tumbled onto the concrete pavement, feeling the concrete scrape against your skin.

Your head snapped upwards, feeling your heart fall straight into your gut when you looked back into the face of the man that now towered over you.

It was a stranger, not a face you remembered seeing, but his lips ticked upwards in a smile that flipped your stomach over and your gut feeling as well as every nerve in your body was screaming at you to get up and run.

Flight.

You scrambled to your feet, slowly moving backwards as he now stepped towards you. His movements had slowed, like a predator that had just cornered his prey.

He took another step towards you and with well chosen timing, you brought your knee up swiftly, just like how Kelly had taught you.

Winded, the man bent over but not before letting out a growl.

You didn’t stick around long enough to find out what he had to say, your legs already moving before your brain realized you were running.

The wind blowing against you was painful but you didn’t dare stop because you weren’t sure if he was on your heels.

You turned the corner, sparing a glance back and collided straight into someone.

“Sorry.” You panted, glancing up.

“Y/N?” Stella looked surprised to see you before her expression switched to one of concern. “What’s wrong?”

Stella glanced up at the empty street behind you and then looked back at you. “You okay?”

You really didn’t have the energy for anything else. You just really needed an adult. You glanced up at her without talking and Stella reached for your hand.

When you didn’t pull away, Stella squeezed. “Do you want me to take you home?”

You shook your head quickly. “No. Wait. I just… I don’t want Dad to see me like this.”

Stella studied you for just a second more before she nodded. “My apartment’s just around the corner. Why don’t you come and have something at my place and we can talk? If you want to.”

You hesitated for just a second but you were still kind of spooked so you nodded, letting her lead you back down from where she came from, not even realizing your hand was still in hers.

Stella wasn’t exaggerating when she said her apartment was around the corner.

Within five minutes, you were seated on Stella’s couch, a cup of hot tea in your hands while you found yourself telling her what happened.

It was weird - you’d expected Stella to maybe pat your shoulders a little to reassure you that things would be fine before trying to convince you to call Kelly so he could come and get you. She wouldn't be the first girlfriend to hand you back over to your father as soon as she could.

But the emotions on Stella’s face as you told her were new to you - looks of concern, before outrage and then… if you didn’t know any better, you’d think she was upset.

You fell quiet after a while and Stella scooted a little closer to you.

“Alright, Y/N, listen.” Stella said and you looked up at her. “We have to report this.”

You looked back down again, your index fingers twirling together even though you were still holding the mug.

“I’ll come with you.” Stella paused. “If you’ll let me.”

You looked up again and nodded quietly. "You… You’d do that?”

You registered a look of surprise on Stella’s face before she next spoke. “Of course, Y/N.”

“Can we not call my dad yet?”

There was a small silence and you held back a sigh. You knew what would happen if your father found out about this. Other than the fact that you hated making him worry and that you knew things might get blown up out of proportion with practically everyone getting involved, it was kind of awkward talking to him about some stuff.

Stella glanced at you. “How about we take things one step at a time?”

You bit your lip and Stella nodded encouragingly at you. “Let’s go to the district and then when you’re ready, we can call Kelly alright?”

You nodded quietly, taking another sip of tea before Stella smiled. “Ready?”

You got up and Stella grabbed an extra coat off her coat hanger, draping it around your shoulders.

Stella had been told to wait outside while you gave your statement to the uniformed police officer sitting across from you but you were regretting this with each question the officer asked you.

“What were you doing out so late?”

“Is this what you normally wear to school?

You were done with the insinuations in his voice and tone. You were 15, not an idiot. You knew exactly where this was going and you’d been around your father’s friends long enough to pick some stuff up.

You stood all of a sudden, the nails digging into your palms in an effort not to let the angry tears out. “I’m not answering any more questions.”

“What do you…”

You didn’t let him finish his sentence, opening the door and stalking out.

As promised, Stella was right outside, glancing up as you walked out, reading the expression on your face instantly.

“You okay?”

You pulled Stella’s jacket tighter around yourself. “I just want to go home.”

Stella frowned, glancing up at the officer that was now outside the room as well. “You still have to answer a few questions. You can’t just…”

You didn’t move and Stella looked back down at you. “Y/N?”

“He hasn’t asked me a single question about what happened.” You said in a low voice, focusing only on Stella now. “No questions about how the man looked, what street this took place on, how he sounded.”

Stella frowned. Those were enough for her to put together a few pieces of the puzzle.

“Those are necessary questions. We need to know if…”

“Kidd. Y/N.”

You glanced up at a familiar face and Stella patted your back. “Told you I got you.” She whispered in a low voice so only you could hear.

Stella nodded with a smile at Hailey.

Telling the officer she’d take over, Hailey led you back into the room and smiled encouragingly at you.

“Stella called me. Will you tell me what happened?”

It was easier than you’d expected to talk to Hailey but even as you told her what happen, you found yourself internally steeling yourself for a lecture of some sort and you suddenly just really wished Kelly was here.

But Hailey offered no lecture or talking-to. Instead, she treated you like an adult, taking down the information you offered, her questions only revolving around important information she obviously needed, before she closed the book.

“Thank you, Y/N. Here.” Hailey handed you a small bottle and a small device. “Pepper spray and a small panic button.”

You looked up a little surprised and Hailey smiled. “If nothing, maybe it’ll help you feel safer.”

You nodded, keeping the things she handed you and Hailey came around and squeezed your shoulder before taking you out of the room again where Stella was waiting.

“Dad must be worried, I…”

Stella shook her head with a smile. “I told him you’re with me so he wouldn’t. I can call him if you’re ready.”

You felt involuntary tears well up in your eyes before you nodded. "Can you? I... I think I really need him."

Kelly was here in record time, running up the steps of the district as if he’d been waiting nearby in the first place but you didn’t care. The rush of relief and safety when you saw him made you wonder why you hadn’t gone to him immediately anyway.

“Y/N!”

You didn’t say anything, merely shooting off your seat to dive into your father’s arms like you were a child once again.

“You okay? Let me see.” Kelly pulled away just a little to look at you but other than remnants of the startled look in your eyes and new tears ready to spill over, you weren’t really hurt.

Kelly gently pulled you back into his arms and exhaled. “Thank god.”

He was never one for long verbal communications of how much he loved you but you didn’t really need him to tell you. This was even more apparent now as you were huddled in your father’s arms in the middle of a police district.

“You must be starving.” Kelly said after a while, looking down at you to wipe a stray tear off your face. “Why don’t we go get something to eat, hmm?”

You gave a small crooked smile and Kelly looked up, meeting Stella’s eyes.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.” Kelly said with a small apologetic smile at Stella. “Thank you.”

Stella nodded, but you interrupted them. “You’re not coming to eat with us?”

Kelly raised his eyebrows.

“Thought I’d give you two some private time.” Stella said, although she seemed to be weighing the look in your eyes now.

You shrugged. “You can come eat with us, too.”

Kelly glanced between his girlfriend and daughter. “Did something happen?”

You shrugged, lowering your voice. “She’s alright I guess.”

Kelly chuckled, swinging an arm around your shoulders as he led you out of the district. Stella fell into step on your other side and you smiled up at her. “Thank you.” You whispered, fully aware your father could hear you.

Stella smiled. “Thank you, too.”

Kelly just smiled at both his girls as the three of you walked down the empty streets. Together.

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[chrollohearttags]

kind of a broad ask here but some angst with influencer y/n and the media finding some dirt on her from her past (stripping, sex tape, etc..) and getting hella hate for it, while musician Eren tries to comfort her, knowing he’s been through a lot like this too.

oh my god, I really love this 🥺 y’all know I’m a sucker for angst and mama’s had kinda a bad day so imma make y’all cry with me.

cw: sad shit, unalive, mentions of drugs and sex work, comfort and eren being the world’s best husband and hype man. (Also, bit of spoilers for (y/n)‘s backstory in reverb)

we all have a past..coming from something or other, whether it be good or bad, shameful or successful..everyone of us come from origins of some kind. Unfortunately, it’s not always, easy to come to grips with..being the trending topic and going viral wasn’t new to you at this point and honestly, it was a part of you every day life. What you couldn’t overlook was the amount of hate and horrible things being said about you. In the blogs, the tweets and even in the streets. People drudging up old memories and past provocative videos of you dancing with other men. It wasn’t the result of you trying to be risqué or promiscuous, but rather…your job. Prior to striking it rich with Instagram stardom, you were stripping at Tootsies, one of the country’s most infamous spots. After being left on your own with no help, it was your best option. Dancing and entertaining the industry’s biggest with your pole tricks. despite keeping things strictly professional but sometimes, the fast lifestyle can catch up with even the most steadfast and focused. You were no exception and when a clip surfaced of the internet’s favorite honey and a hip hop legend’s lady putting shit up her nose and dancing on men’s laps..it wasn’t a good look! You weren’t some wild party girl by any means but it was easy to be caught up in the moment. Passing bottles, dollar bills being poured on you and pills in your system. It was often how you coped with the less than savory situation. Of course the last person who wanted to hear the shit was your husband..not because he was angry with you though..

but because he had been in your shoes many times before! And there was nothing to be ashamed of…so naturally, when he found you sobbing on your bathroom floor, head sunk into your hands, he had to fix it. And it wasn’t something that could be salvaged with the band aid of a new bag or material gifts. He wanted you to know that he had your back regardless of whatever. “Hey princess, what’s wrong?” He was somewhat privy to what went down..courtesy of his boys sending him things, saying for him to ask you first before assuming anything. Honestly, he didn’t care what was happening in a clip from five years ago before he even knew who you were…Eren’s only concern was to stop his wife from crying. So as you uncontrollably weeped into his chest, he’d hold you close and let you get all of your emotions out before giving his two cents; which would unironically be exactly what you needed. “I’m so sorry, EJ. This is so embarrassing..” whimpering in a cracked voice, unable to even get your words out. But he’d be damn if he let anyone make you feel bad about being yourself or what you had to go through. He knew you were not some drug addict.

“Baby, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. I know it’s hard to have people trying to drag your name through the mud but honestly? Fuck them. Fuck them and their mamas. You know who you are and something from your past doesn’t define you.” You were hearing him but he knew it wasn’t getting through so right there on that bathroom floor, both of your legs curled up, he’d cup your puffy, tear stained cheeks into his palms and pepper your forehead with kisses. “You’re not mad at me?” And in typical Eren fashion.. he began laughing right there in your face. “Fuck no! Are you serious?..” and you couldn’t understand why he’d be okay with you practically fucking other men on camera and taking percs. But he’d have a perfectly reasonable answer as to why.

“First of all, it’s me you’re talking to…that’s kid shit compared to what I used to do so I can’t judge anybody.” Just then, your smirk would break through and you’d find yourself laughing. “Seriously, babe?” And you knew him well enough to know that shame did not exist with this man..he didn’t give a damn what anyone thought of him.

“As a heart attack. The way I used to live, I’m surprised my dumb ass is still here..” Second, you’re my wife NOW..so anything that happened before you met me, is none of my business. I don’t care about any of that, they can say what they want. You’re my future and I’m gonna spend every day of my life..proving that I love you no matter what.” Suddenly, you’d feel his hand gently tug you up and then into his embrace. He’d swipe his fingers across your eyes to absolve you of any tears on that pretty face.

“And third? Stop letting these broke ass, bored people get under your skin. I’m so blessed I get to wake up everyday to the finest fucking woman on the planet and all they can do is sit in a pissy chair and post old shit no one cares about. Turn around and look in that mirror..” placing his hands on your shoulder blades as he spun you around. You didn’t feel like it but he was going to make certain that you knew better the next time you felt like crying over these idiots.

before you could say a word, he’d break into a wide smile before grasping your collarbone with an arm slung around it and kissing you again. “You’re so perfect, (y/n) and I don’t ever want you acting like you’re not. God did not make his greatest work of art for you to be down here hurting. So show me that pretty smile…” hyping you up as you flashed your pearly whites.. “..and give me that lil’ pose you do in your pictures..that one when you just know you’re the shit.” And of course for your man, you’d do anything. The two of you would goof off and laugh until you no longer felt like crying and once he saw you were feeling better, he’d heed one final request: “..now, hold your middle finger up..and say ‘fuck these people’.” “Fuck these people!” You couldn’t believe how crazy he was sometimes but he knew it was the mantra you had to embody if you wanted to make it through life and especially in the public eye. As long as he accepted you, it was all that mattered.

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[mediocre-daydreams]

Hey! I loved your tasm fic “I know you’d never” I was wondering if you could do something like that with Marvel Peter Parker? With the prompts “don’t you dare walk away from me!” And “get out of my sight! go!” Maybe the reader had a rough past and gets scared when people yell at her so flinches when Peter starts showing signs of aggression in an argument? (Sorry I’m a sucker for angst 😘)

here's the beaut! i had too much fun writing this. i wasn't able to fit the second prompt in there (sorry about that) but i tried to squeeze in the general sentiment! thanks for the request <;33

'𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡

peter parker x gn! reader

inspired by treacherous (taylor's version)

notes: swearing, slut shaming and use of related words, big fat angsty argument, allusions to SA/undefined trauma, accusations of cheating (just accusations though!!)

w/c: 2.1k

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“stop giving me excuses! please, holy shit, just tell me the truth for once!” peter yelled, his voice strangled as he paced back and forth in his room. what had started as hushed whispers of annoyance had grown into a full-blown screaming match the minute may left for the grocery store.

“for once? what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” you scoffed. “like you haven’t been keeping secrets this entire relationship. you didn’t tell me you were spiderman, i found out by accident! you told may about me three months after we started dating! you’re the last person who should be talking about-”

peter threw his hands in the air in disbelief. “are you serious? you’re going to bring stuff up from months ago? i told you, i was trying to keep you safe! why do you keep changing the subject? if you have nothing to hide, just answer my question!”

your voice was shrill and piercing. “no, i’m not fucking cheating on you with brad davis! i can’t believe you’d even accuse me of something like that! you’re being paranoid!”

“what was i supposed to think? his clothes were all over your floor, goddamnit, and you’re always talking to him and being all touchy, you’re my partner, and-”

“what about you and mj? i never say anything about you guys even when you cuddle and hang out and whatever because i’m not irrational and- and possessive! you’re only mad at me because of your stupid double standards; what, am i not allowed to have guy friends because i’m not a dude? but it’s okay for you, ‘cause manwhores don’t exist, do they? it that it?”

peter’s face fell the minute you said ‘double standard.’ was it true? did you have a point? but still, why wouldn’t you have told him brad was coming over? why did you keep dodging the subject? all the evidence pointed to cheating!

“-and i’m so sick of it! everyone thinks i’m a slut because god forbid i have male friends, and now you too? do you see me that way too? like i’m some kind of- of…” you choked on your words, tears welling up in your eyes. you swiped them away, not caring about mascara streaks.

“stop putting words into my mouth!” peter bellowed, tugging at his hair. “you know i wouldn’t- i’d never call you that!”

“yeah? then why was that the first thing you accused me of? you don’t have to call me a slut to slut shame me, peter! i just-” you hiccuped, clutching your chest as you struggled to breathe properly. there was something in peter that wanted to run to you and take you in his arms, to brush the sweaty strands of hair from your forehead and kiss your cheeks until you felt better.

but the insecure side of him, the dark feelings that he’d been suppressing every time he was with you—you’re not good enough, you don’t compare, you’re a second choice—had taken over. his pride wouldn’t let him budge.

peter took your shuddering breaths as an opportunity to butt in. “i have never thought that about you; you’re the one who keeps bringing it up! you just keep labeling yourself a s-slut, so if that’s how you really see yourself, why don’t you just go fuck brad davis already? he was already half naked in your room, so it shouldn’t be too hard, huh?”

you let out another gasping sob, rubbing your snotty nose, disheveled. tugging at your shirt, which had suddenly become very warm and too tight, you snuck a peek at peter’s face. he was flushed and unforgiving, chest heaving in sync with your wobbly breaths.

you met peter’s eyes, praying that you could find some sort of apology or remorse or care, but you only found a cold barrier pushing you away. so that’s what you did—let yourself be pushed away.

digging the palms of your hands into your eyes, you turned to his door, the floor creaking quietly from the weight of your footsteps. the air in his room stilled for only a few seconds before peter’s voice cut through the silence again.

“what are you doing?” his voice was thick.

“leaving. i don’t want- i’m not doing this,” you croaked, freezing in place but refusing to turn and look at him.

“what do you mean, you’re not doing this? you can’t just-” you heard peter’s thumping footsteps behind you and you jumped into motion again, reaching for the door with the intention of slamming it in his face. 

peter growled. “don’t you dare walk away from me!” he lunged forward with superhuman speed, grabbing your wrist before you could even touch the doorknob. you shrieked, breath catching in your throat as your blood chilled. whatever peter was saying didn’t matter because you couldn’t hear it. everything had gone all muffled and you couldn’t see straight—why couldn’t you see? you brought your fingers up to your eyes.

oh. you’d begun crying. really crying, this time. you felt pathetic, standing between the door and peter’s chest, trapped by just one of peter’s hands. it was at times like these where the reality of your situation set in. you were dating spiderman, and when he said he’d wanted to protect you, you never thought that would include protecting you from him. because right now? right now, you were scared.

“please,” you pleaded, mustering up the last of your strength. “please, i’m sorry. please, i didn’t mean it. i’m sorry peter, please, i don’t want it, i’m sorry, please don’t-” you sniveled, tugging gently to free your wrist from his grasp. at the sound of your broken cries, peter let go of you immediately like he’d burned himself and stumbled backward, nearly tripping over a pair of old sneakers lying on the floor.

“i’m sorry, oh my god, i’m so sorry,” peter echoed, eyes wide in horror. “i didn’t mean to- shit, sweetheart, please look at me,” he begged, his hands floating in the air with uncertainty.

you whimpered and as peter slowly took in your figure—arms crossed tightly against your chest, fisting the neckline of your shirt with trembling fingers—he crumbled. “i’m sorry peter,” you whispered, eyes shut and head hanging low. “i didn’t mean it.”

“don’t be sorry, um,” peter looked around the room desperately for anything that could help. the two of you never fought. peter knew how much you hated fighting, especially with him. late one night, you’d confessed to him that he was the person you trusted most and that he made you feel safe. you had kissed his nose and teased him about being spiderman.

peter felt nauseated. how had he gone from being your protector to another projection of the people who’d hurt you—the people he promised he’d protect you from?

“hey, hey, look at me. can you look at me, baby?” he crouched, moving slowly as to not startle you, and held his hands up innocently. “i’m not- i’m not going to hurt you. you’re at my- may’s house, okay?” peter cringed when he had to stop himself from saying his own name. it disgusted him, the way he’d scared you so much that just hearing his name could potentially upset you.

“it’s s-safe here. she’s coming back with groceries, d’you remember?” he looked up at you from his perch on the ground, hoping to catch sight of your face and gauge how you were feeling. your hands were covering your mouth and you were breathing unevenly, each exhale coming out more like a heavy sigh. 

peter watched you timidly, saying nothing. you moved between grabbing the fabric of your shirt to rubbing your nose to slamming the heels of your hands on your forehead before you could get your breaths under control. once you established a steady pattern, you looked up at peter wordlessly.

you just blinked at him. his mind couldn’t help but compare you to a very dejected-looking frog. it was a very poor-timed thought.

“hey,” peter whispered. “are you okay- wait, that’s stupid. no, i’m sorry. d’you, uh, wanna sit down?” peter fell into a seated position where he had been crouching, tapping the floor in front of him. you followed suit, maintaining a couple of feet between the two of you.

“i’m so sorry,” peter sniffled. “i never meant to scare you. i would never hurt you. never. that’s- i would do anything to make sure nothing bad happened to you. and i’m so sorry that i was the one who was the bad… happening.” he pinched the bridge of his nose, too ashamed to meet your eye when you finally looked at him.

“everything about brad was- god, i’m so stupid, aren’t i?” he chuckled bitterly, only to choke on some snot and start coughing. you snorted, unable to contain your amusement.

“it’s okay, pete. i was just being- you didn’t do anything wrong. i was just making things worse for us and you’re right, i shouldn’t have let brad-”

“no, please don’t say that.” peter looked at you pleadingly. “no, you were being a good friend to brad. you’re the kindest person i know, and i was lashing out to you because i was so- so insecure. you’re thoughtful and caring and incredible so i wouldn’t be surprised if brad liked you too, and y’know, he’s brad davis. and you deserve everything, and i let my own doubts get to me and i was so scared to lose you, love. i don’t know what i’d do if i lost you because there’s nobody like you and i don’t even know if i deserve you, but i was so scared that you’d find someone else better and that i’d lose you so it was really my fault, and-”

you cut peter off by shuffling closer and wrapping your arms around his neck, to which he reciprocated with a tight hug. “i don’t want anybody or anything except you,” you whispered into his shoulder, tears slowly fading from your cheeks. 

“i would never hurt you,” peter murmured, nestling his chin further into the crook of your neck. he blinked back burning tears as he kept his eyes level, staring at the wood of his door directly across from him.

“i know,” you sniffed, running your hand through his curls lovingly. “i was just- i went on a tangent and it was right at the front of my mind so i just reacted but peter, i trust you with my life. i trust you and i love you.”

“i love you too.” peter pulled away from your body so he could examine your face. he brought his thumb below your eye to clean the remaining dampness and dab away any streaks of makeup. his heart ached as he took in the damage and pain he’d inflicted.

“i’m sorry for yelling at you,” peter whispered, smiling sadly.

you pressed your forehead to his. “i’m sorry for not being more transparent.” your breath tickled peter’s face. “can i kiss you?”

he hummed in affirmation. the kiss was salty, short, and a wordless message: i’m sorry. peter’s lips were a little chapped and yours were wet, and in all fairness, it probably wasn’t a very good kiss, but it was good enough for you.

“i don’t want to think about this anymore,” you confessed shyly. “not- not the fight. i just don’t want to think about… the other part.” peter pursed his lips, swallowing hard. the miscommunication could be discussed later. but you were hurting, and regardless of whether he’d been the cause, he’d never let you be in pain.

“are you okay if i touch you? where would you feel most comfortable?” peter slid his hand under your jawline to tip your head up and face him. you smiled uncertainly at him.

“yeah, you can touch me,” you murmured. “please, stay with me. ‘n, um, can we sit on the bed?” 

peter nodded, scooping you up and carrying you sideways in his arms until he set you down on top of his comforter with such softness that you didn’t so much as bounce. he crawled beside you, extending an arm. you snuggled yourself into his open embrace, and peter curled his arm around your timid frame and pulled you to his chest, resting his chin on the crown of your head.

he breathed in sharply as he felt you nuzzle yourself even closer to his body. how you could trust him so fully, how you could love him—even after he’d exploded at you—he would never understand. perhaps it was because you were a better person than he was.

his enhanced senses allowed him to pick up the slowing of your breath and the settling of your heartbeat into a steadily pumping metronome that beat against his own chest. kissing your hair, he let himself close his eyes, slipping into the most vulnerable state that one could be in—an unconscious sleep—with the love of his life.

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╰┈➤ shameless (e) - tbaw. ⋙ alternative foreplay to the smut scene in this chapter.

why was it deleted. i added more to the conversation between reader and eren about the whole floch thing and the transition between that and the sex didn't flow as well, so i got rid of this. what changed. nothing really ft. fem!reader, eren. cw. unedited, fem!reader, explicit language, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, cuts off before the good part. 2,000 words.

Please remember that this scene was deleted for a reason and that nothing that happens here occurs in the actual story posted on AO3. This is just fun bonus content for people who are interested in reading more.

context. Reader is sitting on Eren's lap in the hotel room after scolding him for saying gross things with Floch about another girl.

Eren breaks away from the kiss, trailing his mouth along your jaw until his lips are brushing against your ear. “Do you want me to help you forget about work?” you hum in response, curling your hands into fists against his bare shoulders. “Do you want a massage?” he asks, voice low in your ear. “It’ll make you feel better.”

“Yeah, ok,” you say, “But no sex — I’m still mad at you.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” he says — and he means it. 

He lifts you up off of his lap and onto the bed beside him. “Lay down on your stomach,” he says, nodding toward the bed.

You tug the neckline of your shirt (his shirt) against your collarbones, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Do you want me to take this off?”

Yes, fuck.

Even though Eren agreed to give you an innocent massage, his cock twitches in his pants when he realizes the two of you are alone in his hotel room. Fuck, he’s so horny for you, it’s embarrassing.

He nods in response, looking down at the bed in shame as you pull the shirt up and over your head, tossing it down onto the ground before laying on your stomach on the bed.

“I’ll get some lotion,” he says, quickly standing up and heading to the bathroom. Sure, he needs lotion, but he’s also running off because he just got a semi from seeing your bare back.

He is so fucking pathetic.

When he comes back out to the main room, you’re still laying on your stomach with your arms folded under your head. You aren’t wearing a bra and the waistband of your shorts hangs low on your hips.

Eren bites his lip to hold back a groan as he settles on the bed beside you, his weight causing the mattress to dip and you to slide closer toward him. He pumps a few squirts of lotion onto his palm before rubbing his hands together, warming the lotion up before he touches your back.

“How do you like it?” he asks, trying hard not to sound as horny as he is when his hands start rubbing up and down your back.

“Hard," you say quietly, muffled by your arms. 

He presses his hands a little harder into the muscles of your back, kneading and sliding against the firm skin as he searches for tight spots to be worked out.

Eren has a little bit of knowledge about how to give massages thanks to a girl he hooked up with a few times back in university — a physiotherapy student. She showed him some of the basics on how to use his body weight to add more pressure, to keep it gentle over bones, and to read the person’s reactions to know where to spend more attention.

It has proven to be a very useful skill in helping Eren get laid more than once, so he’s not surprised that his dick has a Pavlovian response to giving massages, but he tries to hide his raging boner as he kneads through the tense muscles in your back.

He notices that you’re the tensest around your neck and shoulders, which makes sense because you’re hunched over your laptop all day at work — but he also notices that you moan and arch your back a little when he runs his hands down your waist and when he kneads little circles with his thumbs into your lower back.

“Does that feel good?” Eren asks, voice thick with lust as your hips buck up into his hands.

“Yeah, really good,” you respond breathlessly.

Eren swallows thickly as he nudges down the waistband of your shorts, thumbs dipping lower and pressing harder into your lower back as you groan beneath him. Your skin feels like it’s on fire under his touch and he’s rock hard in his pants, but he can see the way your body is melting into the mattress from his massage, so he desperately tries to pull himself together until —

“Can you take them off?” you ask, hips lifting up off the bed.

“Your shorts?” Eren blurts. He feels like he's a teenager again and seeing a girl naked for the first time.

You move a hand from your face down to your hips, tugging your shorts and your underwear lower down your hips. “Yeah, they’re uncomfy.”

Eren does as you ask, grabbing the waistband of your bottoms and pulling them completely off of you. He tosses them off the side of the bed and tries not to grope your ass. Instead, he keeps his hands busy by pumping a few more squirts of lotion onto them and rubbing his palms together.

He tries to focus his attention on your back, he really does, but every time he runs his palms down to your lower back, he finds himself dipping lower and lower until he’s kneading at your ass with both hands. Eren grips you hard, stroking his thumb up and down over the meat of your ass as he pulls you open to look at your small, puckered hole.

“Is this ok?” he asks, voice tight.

“Yeah, keep going,” you say quietly, shifting around on the bed.

So he does. He tries to keep his movements firm, kneading out the tense muscles of your ass, but he can’t deny the small amount of excitement he gets each time he spreads you open.

Eren scoots down a little on the bed so he can work on your thighs, taking a moment to palm himself through his shorts for a bit of relief as he looks at how beautiful you are, laid out for him like this. After a few quick jerks of his cock through his shorts, he returns his hands to the bottle of lotion to pump more onto his hands.

He places his hands on either side of your right thigh, just above the knee. Pressing hard with his palms and the pads of his fingers, he drags his hands up your thigh until they meet the bottom of your ass. You moan and squirm in pleasure, spreading your thighs a little bit as Eren’s hands slide back down to above your knee.

Eren repeats the motion, watching as your body visibly relaxes from his touch. He thinks it’s funny the way your muscles are softening under his hands when his are doing the complete opposite. When your thigh feels loose and relaxed under his grip, he moves over to your left leg, repeating the process as you make small gasping moans into your arms. 

He notices this time that when his hands move up your legs that there’s a glistening wetness at the apex of your thighs. The sight makes him audibly groan as he pushes his weight harder into your thigh.

“Fuck,” he breathes, pulling back, “Sorry.”

“Keep going,” you urge, spreading yourself open a little more for him.

Eren moves a hand to each of your thighs and slides them up to your ass, his thumbs dragging across your inner thigh and brushing just at the crease of your upper thigh. His palms find your ass again, spreading you open with his thumbs and watching your pussy open for him like a blooming flower.

“Fuck,” he groans, pressing harder. “Sorry.”

“Why do you keep apologizing?” you groan, hips lifting off the mattress slightly to give him more access.

“I don’t know,” he admits, thumbs brushing dangerously close to your slick entrance. “I just want to give you a nice massage.”

“This is nice,” you assure, looking back at him from over your shoulder. “Do you want me to roll over?”

You’re teasing him now, he realizes when your eyes glint back at him. How long were you laying beneath him, getting worked up from his hands on your body, pretending like you weren’t?

Two can play that game.

“Yeah, turn over.”

You flip over onto your back but drape your arms up and over your head to hide your face. Eren takes a moment to appreciate your naked body as he coats his hands in more lotion.

“Anywhere, in particular, you want me to focus on?” he asks, challenging.

“My thighs are pretty tight.”

Eren pushes his shorts off of his hips, discarding them off the side of the bed with your clothes and allowing his cock to fly up against his stomach. Hard, heavy, and leaking precum, he gives himself a few firm strokes, cupping his balls and squeezing them gently, before reaching forward to massage your thighs again.

He starts with the right thigh, repeating the motions from before on the front of your leg. Each time his hand moves to the top of your leg, he lets his fingers brush against the folds of your pussy and you gasp at the sensation.

He moves to the next leg and repeats the process, watching as you squirm and blush beneath him. Your breathing is heavier now, each breath causing your breasts to rise and fall on your chest. Your thighs and pussy are flushed in arousal and when Eren’s motions pull you open, he watches you drip down onto the mattress beneath you.

“Massages work best if there’s some stretching involved, too,” Eren says, grabbing your thigh to throw it up over his shoulder.

At this, you remove your arms from your face to look up at Eren with a flushed, fucked-out expression. You let your arms fall back on the pillows at your side as he looms above you with your ankle hooked on his shoulder.

“Just relax,” he coos, hands pressing against the mattress on either side of your head as he leans his body forward. He presses your thigh up against your chest slowly — so fucking slowly — and he can feel the drag of his cock between your legs as he moves — back and forth, back and forth.

Eren notices that your eyes are still a little red and swollen from crying earlier about work and it breaks his heart. You seem fine now that you're looking at him with that dazed look, but he leans forward enough to softly press his lips against your forehead before pulling back.

He leans back all the way, settling your leg back down onto the bed before pulling your other leg up on his shoulder. He repeats his movements from before, leaning his body slowly over yours as he pushes your thigh against your chest.

This time, when he rocks his hips, the head of his cock catches on your entrance. You whimper at the feeling, hips rolling in hopes of catching him in just the right way until he slides inside of you — but Eren pulls back.

“How do your thighs feel?” he asks, and when you open your eyes you see him looming above you with lust-darkened eyes.

You’re enjoying his teasing, but your mind is so clouded with arousal that you just say: “Fuck me.”

He chuckles, bringing one hand down to your other leg, spreading your thighs open wider as he keeps rocking his hips against you. “I thought you said, no sex?” he asks.

“Fuck me,” you repeat, just a breathless whine.

“I just want to give you a nice massage,” he coos, leaning forward until the tips of his hair brush against your face.

You successfully manage to angle your hips in a way that has Eren’s cock sliding inside of you, and both of you moan out in pleasure from the feeling. You’re so wet from his massage and his teasing that he slides in easily against your tight, wet walls, despite the way your body squeezes around him.

“Fuck,” he grunts, succumbing to the feeling of you wrapped around him and pushing his hips until he’s balls-deep inside of you. “You’re so wet.”You can only whimper in response, so drunk off the feeling of him inside of you and the need for more. All you can do is clench around his cock as your hips shift urgently against him, desperate to be fucked.

#i was going to share a jean smut scene today but i decided instead that team eren needed this more #tiff.fic #tbaw.fic #tbaw.deleted

[munsonthemisfit]

This following post will be a rant about the fanfiction situation we have seen over the last couple of days. Please note: this rant covers the topic of child endangerment, assault, interacting in nsfw ways with minors, taboo themes and the internet's reaction to it all.

This post DOES NOT condone the creation of said subjects and does NOT go into detail about anything graphic other than explaining the situation at surface level. If this makes you uncomfortable then please skip this post, I have put it under a "keep reading" to ensure you aren't forced to read something that makes you upset <3

*sighs loudly*

Alright, fuckers. Buckle up, I’ve got something to say.

Firstly, there’s a major difference between a subject being dark/taboo and literally straight up illegal. I'm unsure how you cannot understand that, but here we are I suppose?

I do not care what your personal opinion is on the matter, there is a huge difference, and if you are someone who feels comfortable writing/reading/reblogging illegal material like what we have seen over the last couple of days, I truly have no shame in calling you out in the slightest. You can take that up with God or whatever kinda thing you believe in; I’m judging you and I’ll call you out on that shit when I see it. Things are illegal for a reason and I'm unsure why anyone feels the need/urge to post that kind of content without needing their hard drives checked in all honesty.

Fanfiction is a community; fandoms are a community.

We need to keep our community safe.

Writers post things with trigger warnings and content warnings, readers need to heed those warnings before consenting to interacting with it. We post smut for adults and everything else is free for all ages to enjoy.

We heavily insist that minors keep away from our content because as adults, we shouldn’t be interacting with any of y’all, but we know the risks when we post. There’s always going to be children who don’t listen, don’t respect our warnings, don’t get the hint that we block them for our protection as much as their own. Which is why writers (at least ones with their morals in check) will post on everything possible that minors are not allowed/will be blocked if caught interacting, and at almost 27 years old, I stand by this.

I don’t care if you think I’m an asshole, I do not consent for minors to be in my circle. If you are a minor and you choose to interact regardless of our boundaries/warnings, you are proving why we have to resort to blocking anyone we find infiltrating our bubble.

People over 18 do not even need to be interacting with minors, let alone providing them nsfw content, that isn’t for you yet. Kids will find ways to get what they want, and the older half of fandoms are aware of this because we used to be you, but you can’t get mad at us for doing our best to filter you out of our pages.

We do not want to appear complicit for providing any sort of adult content for you children. We have the right to protect our online space however we see fit.

Writers post stories with brief descriptions and warnings at the very top of their posts¸ to allow anyone scrolling by to know whether things are going to be your cup of tea. Even if these posts are reblogged, funnily enough, warnings and descriptions are still the first thing you can see.

I'm unsure on how people have chosen to use the excuse “I didn’t see/know” because there is literally no way you could have avoided that. To interact in any regard (liking/reblogging/commenting) you have to scroll past the entire story to get to those buttons, don’t try and say that you ignore the entire block of text in favour of interacting without knowing a single thing about it.

I refuse to believe that anyone who is on Tumblr is just “so busy” that they can skim read all forms of warnings on a horrendous post and still go ahead and spread it/encourage it by interacting. If you are going to be complicit, you are coming across as complacent.

If you choose to interact/spread horrendous content with the excuse of “well I didn’t know” despite the fact the writer themselves gives you a warning on the content, you are part of the problem.

When you come online, you have to do your part. Read things.

Take the time to truly see what is within your community, it is not our job to police it. We shouldn’t have to come and message you every time we think you are connected to something we don’t want to see, we don’t have to slide into your dms and ask if you knew what you were doing. If you have liked/reblogged a post with content we don’t like, that is you showing that you are complicit, that is you making a public statement of “this is okay with me, here my name and face is attached to positive reinforcement of giving this user notes” and that is enough to make us block you.

If you can “casually” like/reblog because you “skimmed” something, we can block under that same principle. We see your name attached to something illegal, we block. We don't owe anyone a second chance, if something makes us umcomfortable, we can remove it from our circle without needing to defend our choices.

I’ll be honest, I’m a busy person, I skim read. Yes.

However, the difference is, I will still take the time to ensure that what I am skim reading isn’t something illegal, and apparently that is something some of you are unable to do. If I have gone out of my way to like a post to get back to it later, I have skim read over the vague tone of the post beforehand, so I would have seen the giant fucking warnings that explain a post has some messed up shit in it.

I literally do not understand how you could have read over the warnings and gone “yep – I’ll read that later 😊” and then gotten upset that we have seen your name attached to the notes. That is a pathetic excuse. You should have seen the warnings and subject and taken a couple extra seconds before acting upon it.

It’s completely different if the author had sneakily slipped that in or not given a heads up about the subject, but they did, there is no excusing it, really.

As I said before, it is not our job to police things. I’m not going to sit and refresh a horrible person’s post and contact each person who likes/comments/reblogs it and be like “did you know that you’re doing this?!” because it’s not my job and you have already proven yourself to be okay with it as you’ve interacted.

We have full time jobs, classes to be attending, life to be living, we sure as hell are not going to slide into multiple DMS and question your every decision. If we see that you are causing the horrid writer to think we want more from them by interacting positively, we are going to see that as a red flag and block at source.

It might be just me, I’m not sure, but if someone tags their posts as “dark/taboo” then I will check out their page and see what their limits are. I want to know that I’m comfortable interacting with the type of content they will be writing. I don’t want to like one post from them and find out later that they post something utterly horrific because then I would appear complicit with their entire nature and that makes me massively uncomfortable.

So, yes, I will look at someone’s page and get a vibe check before interacting because funnily enough I don’t want my name attached to their potential abuse. It seems like the bare minimum to check out who’s in my circle and make sure none of us are encouraging illegal shit, y’all don’t vet authors who post and make sure they aren’t using fanfic as a way to normalise their morbid nature?

People aren’t getting policed for everything they say/do, people are being called out for attaching their name so confidently to a person/blog/story that has some horrendous content.

We are allowed to voice our discomfort and announce our detachment from said person/blog/story to bring awareness to those who were unaware to give them the chance to either consent to those posts in their circle or block at will. I’m not saying we should run around with pitchforks screaming “*insert @ here* is a nonce!!!!” if they “accidentally” like a post to “read later” as they claim, but I’m within my right as an adult with a moral compass to block/unfollow anyone I see liking that shit.

I don’t owe you an explanation, a chance at forgiveness, anything.

If something you have done makes me uncomfortable, you aren’t allowed near my page, why is that so hard for anyone to respect?

“Not everyone fully looks at content before they reblog it!!” Well, maybe y’all should start. Welcome to the internet, where you need to understand that actions have consequences. Accidents happen, but you’ve gotta accept responsibility and realise that accidents still have reactions.

If you do something we don’t morally agree with, even as an “accident”, and we are uncomfortable, we are blocking it.

“They only warned about *insert two illegal topics here* so why are you mad about us interacting with *insert different illegal topic here* that we ‘didn’t know’ was included?” – bruh, please try and have some self-awareness. People have different boundaries. If they are uncomfortable with you supporting any content with any illegal subject involved they are well within their right to block you.

The fact it took us mere seconds to skim read their accounts and find the problem, yet you are using the defence that you had “no idea” despite the fact y’all were the ones interacting with the account speaks volumes, my dude. Why are you promoting shit you “don’t agree with” and acting like you were clueless when it took us all mere seconds to find the problem and decide we aren’t okay with it?

You need to be way more careful with what you interact with online, that’s what needs to be taken from this.

Like I said – it is not our job to sit and gatekeep things 24/7. If we see people interacting with content we don’t agree with, blocking you is completely within our rights to do. You need to be responsible for your own online interactions and maybe not skimread things.

This isn’t directed at any one person, more the whole community.

I’ve unfortunately seen people defending their actions, I’ve seen many call out posts, I’ve seen people stating their repulsion to this situation, I’ve seen it all and acted accordingly. It’s that simple. This isn’t a hate post, I’m not indirectly mentioning anyone, I’ve just gathered the gist of the situation from the stream of it on my dashboard and this was my personal standpoint.

If you’re going to get mad that people are hurt over you mindlessly interacting with posts where people have fantasied and romanticised the idea of any character harming children in any form, whether you liked the posts “by accident,” or because you are a sick fuck, that is your problem, frankly. You cannot hurt people's feelings (whether it was by accident or maliciously), then get mad at them for being hurt.

You need to do better and actually read what you are interacting with before you do that. People are allowed to be hurt and uncomfortable and angry and upset over others deciding to sexualise horrendous topics.

We can’t exactly stop the content being made, but we can keep our circle clean of that shit and block/unfollow anyone who’s values clash with our own.

It’s that simple, internet. <3

#ooc #long post

[arandomaquarius]

Blades & Knock Out Roommates Headcanon As Incorrect Quotes

(changed a few words for some of these, mostly just to make it make sense)

TW: Drug mentions, sex mentions, swearing, typical incorrect quotes things they get crazy man

Blades: I literally cannot believe I let you talk me into this.

Knock Out: I literally said “I have an idea,” and you just went along with it without question.

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Blades: Are you mad?

Knock Out: No.

Blades: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?

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Blades: What the frag? People actually tell their crushes they like them??

Knock Out: What the Pit do you do?

Blades: I die? What kinda question…

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Blades: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration*

Knock Out: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table?

Blades: I—

Blades: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

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Knock Out: I type how I think.

Blades: Odd that you type at all then.

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Knock Out: There are some things beyond our understanding. We must accept them and learn from them. Because these moments of crisis are also potential moments of faith. A time, when we either come together or fall apart. Nature always has a way of balancing itself. The only question is, what part will we play?

Blades: Did you just make that up?

Knock Out: No. I read it in a fortune cookie once.

Blades:

Knock Out: A really long fortune cookie.

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Knock Out: My friends say I’m the most charismatic out of the group.

Blades: Well, you always have a smile on your face.

Knock Out: Thank you.

Blades:

Blades: What drugs do you take?

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Blades: What’s your body count?

Knock Out: Do you mean sex or murder?

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Blades: Look Knock Out, I’m not slut shaming you but…

Blades: Actually yeah, I’m TOTALLY slut shaming you.

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Knock Out: *pulls back the curtain while Blades is showering*

Knock Out: Hey did we — stop screaming it’s me — did we run out of Energon-Os?

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Knock Out: I know every song to ever exist it doesn’t matter if it’s from the past, present or the future.

Blades: Oh yeah? Then continue this.

Blades: I don’t cook I don’t clean—

Knock Out: So let me tell you how I got this ring.

Knock Out & Blades: …..

Knock Out & Blades: GOBBLE ME, SWALLOW ME-

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Knock Out: You are a solid 11/10.

Blades: Aw, thank-

Knock Out: Which is a 1.1 because you look like scrap.

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Knock Out: I have lots of friends!

Blades: Name one.

Knock Out: Well, there’s—

Blades: Name one you haven’t gotten incredibly angry at.

Knock Out: Hey, that’s not fair, then there isn’t any!

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Blades: This is horrible! This is the most humiliating thing to ever happen to me!

Knock Out: Oh-? Even more humiliating than-

Blades: We are not doing this!

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Knock Out: Blades! For the love of Primus, please turn down that music. I have a hangover.

Blades: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.

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Knock Out: Blades, what are you doing tomorrow?

Blades: Having my day ruined by whatever you’re about to ask me to do.

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Blades: *eating a cinnamon roll*

Knock Out: Cannibalism.

Blades: *confused chewing noises*

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Blades, very tired: Can I sleep in your berth?

Knock Out: *half asleep* Blades, this is a queen-sized berth. That means it’s for *gestures vaguely to himself* the Queen.

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Blades: The universe is cold and unforgiving. The only constant is chaos.

Knock Out: Was that place out of chocolate chip pancakes again?

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Blades: Okay, two person huddle.

Knock Out: You can’t huddle with two people. This is just a hug.

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Knock Out: So I got this amazing plan!

Blades: We fail almost every time you say that.

Knock Out: Well this is the same! But with a hamster involved.

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Blades: Hey, Knock Out? I need advice.

Knock Out: I’m pretty useless at giving advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment instead?

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Knock Out, passing his phone to Blades: I’m passing the phone to someone, who if I had to choose between hanging out with them, and getting my paint job ruined, I’d choose the paint job.

Blades, passing the phone back to Knock Out: I’m passing the phone to my best friend!

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Knock Out: I’m never having a debate with Blades again, they literally started their argument with “Riddle me this.”

#arandomaquarius #macaddam #tfp #rescue bots #tfrb blades #rb blades #tfp knockout #tfp knock out #headcanon #incorrect quotes #they’re so chaotic #i love them #wish this was canon #might write a fic #about this #ko def dragged blades into some shady scrap in med school

[atopvisenyashill]

What if Tywin died instead of Joanna?

i’m so mad i had a better structured answer and tumblr ate it so now this is super long and ranty. blame tumblr!!

anyways, i’m seeing three scenarios here

everyone is better off

the twins are still Doing That but tyrion is better off, so probably everything is still better off

aerys loses his absolute mind bc joanna is single now

while i imagine joanna does engage jaime to elia - and this is probably a much happier outcome for both of them, because joanna would have attempted to put a stop to the incest, up to and including sending cersei to foster somewhere else - i do think cersei is a huge question mark. she is often the instigator of their problems!

not to lay the respsonibility at her feet or anything, bc she experiences shit in her childhood that is enough to damage most people’s psyches (losing a parent that young and to childbirth is hard developmentally not to mention a fucked up prophecy hanging over her head & potential issues with empathy already!) and then experiences decades of spousal abuse, and is then given near unlimited power and told “now don’t do anything crazy lol” like, of course cersei decides “if i have to live in hell i’m taking these two idiots with me what are baby brothers FOR after all” and if you want them to have a chance at normalcy in adulthood, the key is for cersei to have a less traumatic time so she has half a chance at adjusting to the regular stressors of life. the main way to do this is to get her away from jaime and away from any terrible prophecies that trigger some sort of fucked up neurosis in her from an early age.

now, we don’t know who joanna had in mind for cersei, if she had even thought that far, but being lady regent of the west, she’s going to have significant control over who cersei marries. if she sends cersei away to foster somewhere to get her away from jaime, shes got a wide range of possibilities and if someone reaches out to her to get involved in their lil rebellion, she might take the opportunity to send cersei somewhere quite far, like riverrun or the eyrie or dorne or the fucking north, so long as it’s right now immediately & the distance might do cersei some good but equally possible cersei takes this as rejection and turns on her mother; though, if she’s spending her adolescent years somewhere with a healthier dynamic (and the bar is in hell) maybe cersei isn’t so paranoid. but that’s ONLY IF joanna is healthy enough & aware enough to send cersei away when she’s like 8 or 9. it’s a big if.

then there’s the tyrion of it all - i think joanna warms up to him eventually and cersei being elsewheres means he’s probably better off. at the very least, there’s less conflict if jaime married elia and had heirs like he was supposed to wrt tyrion, and Joanna may even attempt some matchmaking for him and can do that without the added stress of “he is disabled and also inheriting casterly rock” bc like, i’m not saying joanna would take the same hardline stance but i AM saying she saw something to love in fucjing TYWIN, and i don’t think she’s a saint who would unequivocably embrace her disabled son. BUT i don’t think she’d shame him or abuse him the way tywin does either. tyrion grows up in a family all similar to jaime; they certainly aren’t always respectful, frequently patronizing, dismissive, and tyrion is likely to get resentful at times (who wouldn’t) but i think everyone can agree that a household full of “i know they mean well but they don’t understand what it’s like” is an improvement over whatever the fuck tywin was doing.

all of this means…maybe the twins are married elsewhere when robert gains his throne potentially after KL goes boom since Jaime isn’t there to whack Aerys, but potentially after a much easier rebellion because dorne sided with the rebels, house lannister sides with the rebels, and they coup aerys the fuck out of there a bit easier. robert probably marries a tyrell or a hightower (there’s a few of marriage age and they’re rich) in that case. the realm is a lot better off lmao. OR cersei isn’t married yet (she’s still a lil young admittedly) and does marry robert. probably still attempts to pull jaime to her but joanna knows this is happening and is more inclined to stop it, especially with jaime married to elia, her best friend’s daughter and the beloved sister of the now prince of dorne. this probably causes a lot of problems ergo scenario two, but i do think a world where jaime or joanna is in charge of casterly rock, even a world where the incest still exists, is a world that is miles better off just bc joanna isn’t going to ignore the problem like tywin, and tyrion being even marginally less fucked up is a net win.

OR like i worried above, aerys starts a war for joanna. i mean, petyr started a war over his obsession with cat & sansa, it is not out of the realm of possibility that aerys “burning the lord paramount and his heir alive is fine actually” targaryen goes “joanna comes to court or i set casterly rock on fire” and that’s not really good for ANYONE.

so anyways if joanna lives it’s probably fine, probably even better actually, or maybe, everyone dies on fire. typical westeros really.

#valyrianscrolls #canon divergent au #joanna lannister #this is so long i am so sorry #there was more analysis of cersei tbh but it was getting like essay length #asks #to be extra clear the person i blame most for The Fall Of House Lannister is TYWIN not cersei. tywin sets a bomb in his house by treating #his kids like shit & teaching them to treat others like shit & then says ‘gee i hope this thing doesn’t explode’

[jlushie]

Your head canons are just what I’ve been looking for 🥺 I love the way you write about Shane and Sebastian especially! I’d love to see more Haley HC if you wouldn’t mind 💞

Thank you so much Anon! You’re so sweet! 😭

I’m happy you enjoy my headcanons! And I’ll happily write some Haley for you!

Again, like most of my headcanons, these are in no particular order! I do hope you enjoy! <3

Some General Haley Headcanons! <333

Okay, Haley is always made up to be completely rotten to her core, but she isn’t at all! I actually believe she’s very sweet, and gets tooth rotting sweet when it comes to you!

She loves you very, very much. She will make sure you and everyone knows it, and she has no shame in it!

With that said, I think she is perfectly comfortable with PDA, and probably encourages it. But if you’re uncomfortable with PDA, she won’t be mad in any degree. She’s more then happy to give you all her love when the two of you get home! <33

She likes to make sure you feel loved, albeit with a bit of teasing from her end. She takes in whatever love language most relates to you, and works her magic with it.

You feel more loved with physical touch? Well, come over here honey!

You like words of affirmation? She feels a bit flustered to say it out loud sometimes in a super lovey dovey way, but she doesn’t mind getting flushed up just to see you smile.

You want gifts? Have some pictures she took just because she thought you’d like them!

Speaking of photos, she most definitely has a scrapbook of your sweetest moments with her, and has a few albums for certain things and holidays, or like your wedding for example! If you two have children, she’ll have an album dedicated to them!

“Look at this one! Do you like the way it looks honey?”

She likes to be praised by you, or supported in any condition, so expect her to often approach you after taking photos, or starting or committing to another passion.

Also, yes, she would most definitely use some sweet nicknames for you, and honey is certainly one of them.

She doesn’t admit it out-loud too often, but she loves her sister Emily dearly. She often visits her after moving out.

And Emily is the best sister-in-law and Aunt! Expect you, and maybe kids if you have any, to be spoiled rotten.

And Alex is also in the same boat as Emily, being Haley’s best friend for the longest time.

Both like to tease Haley just how soft she is for you without realizing it, since, before you came into the valley, she was known as a little bit blunt and brutal. This gets her pretty flustered.

“D-Don’t make a big deal out of it! Y/n’s just… T-They’re just…!”

As mentioned, she gets a bit more flustered putting her feelings for you into words, so she often ends up in such a flushed up state she just stops talking, or she goes to you, pouting over how Emily and Alex just won’t leave her alone.

Unrelated, but if anyone ever said anything mean to you, hurt you in any way, or even try to even make a single passive aggressive comment, Haley will be on them, almost like a rabid dog.

She’d definitely fight someone for you, or chew them out and completely destroy any points they were trying to make. Most people end up in tears after Haley gets mad at them, so don’t be shocked if a person trying to pick a fight with you starts crying because your wife insulted their hairline or something.

She also would get jealous, but not in the way people usually write jealousy. She trusts you won’t do anything, but gets pouty and mad when people try to flirt or get touchy with you. Expect her to usually pull you away from that person, or express her frustration directly to that person for flirting with someone who’s taken.

But she’s obviously not mad at you! After a confrontation like that, she would check to make sure you’re okay too. She’d then shower you with her own love as you two walk home.

Also, she prefers to cuddle you. I have the firm belief she is a big spoon, but does end up wanting to be cuddled up with you at moments when she may be frustrated or pouting, or maybe when she’s in a super sentimental mood.

She enjoys taking care of you when you come home. She likes to cook you a nice dinner, or maybe turn on the bath for you if you want one.

But if you come back home from the mines in a bad state, or someone bring you home, she is a bit frustrated. She is a bit mad at you, but just because she was so worried.

“You better not come home like that again! Do you have any idea how worried I was?”

She understands you have to go back for your reasons, but she doesn’t want you to constantly come home like that.

But, like I said, she isn’t mad. Just very worried :((

At the end of the day, Haley really loves you, and is very firm but outwardly loving. You will never feel unloved with her, and she’ll make sure of that. <3

#stardew valley x reader #stardew valley #x reader #x you fluff #stardew valley headcanons #stardew valley haley #stardew valley marriage #stardew valley bachelorettes

[maskyartist]

Okay I’m making this it’s own post cause I’m fucking losing my mind, but mostly over one thing and that’s Roman Torchwick and how he’s characterized in this single moment

Now keep in mind I haven’t watched the full episode, nor have I gotten the chance to read Roman Holiday (a damn shame I know), but I don’t think I need to rn to ramble about this point cause it just hit me like a train.

CRWBY never forgot about Roman. They didn’t just kill him off and make Neo go solo.

They set this up from the start.

The fact that Neo is silent means we can never truly know what’s going on in her head. We don’t know her thoughts. We don’t know her feelings. All we knew was she was mad for Roman and went to get Cinder for it, then Ruby herself. But never the full extent of it all.

Neo’s muteness made US, the audience, almost forget about Roman to watch her perform as a side piece to a lot of the villains. Never truly forgetting, but assuming he wouldn’t be brought up again. The hat and scarf would be reminders but never would they actually mention Roman because they killed him off in such an unceremonious way.

So to actually see THIS

To see just how deep these two went, to get full in show confirmation that they were partners in every sense of the word (romantic or platonic take it how u will but I love some Gelato so this fed me well), only to have him SPEAK? It throws you off.

Not only is it confirmation that Roman was never forgotten, but it also proves one thing about Neo that I think is so important.

She had nothing beyond Roman. “One Thing” was right. She had Roman, and he was taken away from her. And for the rest of the series, through every adventure, every appearance, every moment she was and wasn’t on screen-

She was thinking of him. Remembering him. Keeping him in her thoughts.

I understand that Neo talking through Roman makes sense and that’s why he’s got the most speaking lines, but I do find it interesting that everyone else from the “dead people lineup” is so quiet. Such a caricature of themselves.

Neo never met them personally, she doesn’t even know Leo or Clover, and Penny, Pyrrha, Ironwood, and Ozpin are all based on Ruby’s own memories Wonderland is probably pulling from her. But even they’re barebones. The only ones who have speaking lines are Penny, Pyrrha, and Ozpin and they are extremely generic.

Meanwhile, Roman is fully fleshed out. A whole person. He has his attitude, his emotions, his reactions, Neo never forgot him. She never forgot his exact self.

She uses him as her mic because he was always her voice. He was the one who made things make sense.

The line “That’s what I offered her back on Remnant.” just proves how long Neo’s thought of him. Never forgetting their promises, never forgetting his words, never forgetting him.

How many nights did Neo stay up thinking of him? How many times did she create his illusion just to play pretend for a little longer?

Everyone forgot Roman. After his death, he practically never existed. Left everyone’s minds. He wasn’t important by that point because he wasn’t an immediate threat.

But Neo never forgot.

And somehow that’s more terrifying then I thought it would be… The idea of her constantly thinking about him, trying to keep him alive in her mind. It’s no longer just about Ruby killing Roman, it’s that she forgot. That’s what ticked Neo off even more, that Ruby didn’t even view what she did as important enough to remember.

“That’s what this is about?! You still blame me for What happened to Torchwick!”

As if to say “Really? That’s all this is? Just him?”

To her, it’s mockery. As if he wasn’t even worth her time when Roman meant everything to Neo. He was her whole world, judging by, once again-

“Always loved the idea of a place to run away from it all… Do whatever you want! I offered that to her back on Remnant.”

Roman took care of reality, while Neo was able to live in her fantasy world. He handled the world. She just had to live in it, perform for it, and enjoy whatever popped up next. He brought her the escape she’s always wanted. A world where no one could hurt her, no one could catch her… Just Roman and Neo. Partners in crime. In everything.

Roman was Neo’s whole world, her One Thing…and that was stolen from her.

She didn’t have the power to make that known before. But with Wonderland…she can do anything she wants.

#rwby #rwby v9 #rwby v9 spoilers #neo politan #roman torchwick #JUST SOME THOUGHTS AFTER REWATCHING THAT CLIP OVER N OVER AGAIN #BUT HOLY SHIT YALL #I’m gonna be the most annoying bitch today #y’all gonna see me YALL GONNA SEE ME

[frenchkisstheabyss]

Hellouw 🥹 I don’t really know who else I could talk to about something that has been on my mind lately and I’m kinda questioning how “normal” it is so I wanted to ask you and hear your opinion about it. You’re always so nice and I feel like you wouldn’t judge others.. 

So..I know a lot of K-pop Stan’s joke about having a crush on their biases or when they say “giggling, blushing, kicking my feet to XYZs picture” or whatever but I’ve also seen so many fans judging others for that. 

I was feeling really down for a while and when I discovered my ult group and especially my bias I finally felt some sense of enjoyment and happiness again. I began to notice how my mood and happiness depended on them and also how much I actually liked my bias. Obviously most idols are super attractive and with all the fan service it’s easy to develop celebrity crushes on them but I began to wonder whether I should feel bad about it or even try to stop it by maybe taking a break from my ult group. It’s not that I’m delusional and think I could actually pull my bias or would get mad if he dated someone and cancel them for that. 

It’s more like daydreaming about him and admiring him, finding him obviously super attractive but with no ill intent. 

But then I see videos or tweets of other fans who talk about “breaking the first rule of K-pop”and they’re really harsh and mean and talk super negatively about people who have crushes on idols and then I feel bad about myself and wonder if I’m actually weird for that or if it’s okay as long as I’m not delusional about it.. 

Have you ever felt like you like an idol too much? Or where you were close to actually falling in love with one? 

I don’t even know if what I said makes a lot of sense but I’d really like to hear some more opinions on that topic without being judged 🙃

Let me be the realest of realest of real with you. Anyone who’s judging you can suck a dick and not in the fun way. In the most disrespectful way possible.

It’s completely okay if your biases and the groups you love are the thing that makes you happy. Kick your feet, giggle, smile, feel good. Have a nice time. Be joyful. You’re not hurting anyone by doing that.

Would it be ideal if we could source all of those feelings from within ourselves? Totally but that’s just not the case . Life is fucking hard and it can be a struggle to make it through the day.

It doesn’t matter what the people judging you wanna say, they’re into KPop because it does the same thing for them. They can pretend that the entire industry isn’t one big parasocial relationship factory but they’d be lying to themselves.

We love our biases and our groups and the music and the concerts because they make us happy. They bring light to our lives. And yeah sometimes you’re super duper into one of them but so what?

I gave up KPop after first getting into it cause friends shamed me for loving it so much but I got back into it and I love it more than ever now liiiiike Hyungwon from Monsta X is my man period. I’ll go to war over my lil 6ft tall chronically sleepy turtle boy lol

All of that is fine and if anyone ever gives you shit TAG ME. GIVE ME THEIR INFO. I got your back 💜

[kingdaddydaichi]

So Your Husband is a Cop

Random Relationship HCs: Officer D. Sawamura Edition

⊱ cw: a teensy weensy bit of nsfw, heavy on the fluff, mention of blood/puke/brain matter (hey, your husband is a cop…these are very real occupational hazards, however I used small red strikethrough text if you wanna skip over it)

⊱ taglist: @lanaxians-2, @briokayama, + anyone else who has been patiently waiting for Chapter III of "of and for gods"...please accept this snack while I re-prioritize this series to the top of my list...I love y'all. 💋

Daichi’s shifts are always changing…one week he works first shift, four days on 3 days off…the next week he works 3rd shift. It really fucks with his sleep schedule so he’s almost always tired.

As much as you wanna spend time with him on his days off, you let him sleep in (and after you have kids, forbid the children from interrupting his sleep).

So, it’ll be midday on a Saturday or something and you’re outside weeding the flowerbeds.

He wakes up and goes to the kitchen to make himself some coffee (I see him as a coffee drinker? 100% owns a French press) and sees you through the kitchen window. A few minutes later he walks out wearing a pair of basketball shorts and an old t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and finds you in the flowerbed. You look up to see his tired but happy smile and it makes your day brighter than the sun itself.

He’s so ready to spend some time with you that he’ll just jump in or sit down and start doing whatever you’re doing with you. He asks you how your week was and laughs when you tell him a funny story, and you listen while he talks about his week. It’s kinda weird bc you live together – hell, you’re married ffs – but cops keep some fucked up hours okay? So he’s just so grateful to do even the most mundane shit with you.

“Hey babe,” he says as he approaches you with that big, cute boyish smile of his. 

“Morning sunshine,” you say to him as you lean forward to kiss him.

He pecks you on the lips and says, “It’s not morning.”

He squats down and starts helping you pull weeds and just chats with you. Asks you how you’re holding up and making sure you’re okay with the fact that half the time you don’t get to sleep together.

He knows it’s not easy being married to a police officer.

Never mind the comments and looks you get when people find out you’re married to a cop.

Even a couple of your friends stopped talking to you when your relationship with Daichi got serious. 

He had told you he’d understand if you didn’t want to be with him because of how it was affecting other relationships in your life.

You’d been crying, upset about having been dumped by a friend.

Daichi sat down to comfort you and told you he’d understand if you wanted to end things with him. 

That's when you got mad.

“No! Fuck that, Daichi! They don’t know you! If they refuse to see past your badge then that’s on them and they can fuck right off! Shame on them for judging you – for judging us! – when they know nothing about the man behind the badge! They don’t know what an amazing person you are! They don’t know about the sacrifices you’ve made, they don’t know how selfless and kind and caring you are! If they can’t be happy for me when I’ve finally got a really, really good man in my life then good fucking riddance. That just leaves more room for you – someone who wants me to be happy no matter what!”

He was taken aback by your rant, but was so moved by your words. That’s when he knew you were the one and the man damn near cried when he wrapped you up in his arms and told you how much he loves and cherishes you. “Are you happy with me, (Y/n)?”

Sobbing into his chest, you nodded. “Yes!”

He laid his cheek on top of your head and squeezed you tight. “It’s just that I don’t wanna be the reason you cry, honey.”

“You’re not the reason I’m crying, baby.” Your shaky voice came through muffled. “They are. This isn’t your fault. Fuck them. I love you, Daichi n’I wanna be with you.”

Yep. It took him another year to get around to asking you, but he knew right then he was gonna marry you one day. 

Then there’s the fact that his job is dangerous – more than once he has come home with someone else’s dried blood on his skin. Getting puked on after pulling over a drunk driver is always fun, he jokes. Finding a homicide victim’s brain matter on his uniform though…he doesn’t joke about that.

☀️🌈🍭Anyways!🍭🌈☀️

He does a lot of little things to make sure you know you’re still the love of his life. 

Tells you he loves you a lot. Expect lots of cheek, forehead, and top of the head kisses. He’ll do as much as he can around the house on his days off to help you out. 

I feel like he likes working outside a lot when he’s home? When the weather is nice anyway. 

If it’s really hot you’ll bring him a long, tall glass of water (like him heh) or lemonade. 

He smiles when he sees you walking towards him, stops whatever he’s doing, and lifts the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face - one of many opportunities you seize to enjoy the view of his glorious abs. 

He guzzles the cold drink before giving the glass back to you. “Thank you, babe,” he says and then wipes his mouth with his arm before leaning down to kiss your cheek.

But at the same time you won’t let him do too much. Or you start fussing if he does. “There is such a thing as sacred rest, Daichi.” Or “You work too much, honey.” Or (pouting) “Babyyy, come get in the shower with meeee. Wanna spend time with youuuu.” That last one he can almost never resist. 

Ugh he’s so sexy when he’s all sweaty and hot tho. 

Go ahead and get used to getting random texts and calls from mutual friends and family members: “Hey, what’s going on over at (x)? Is Daichi there?” “Is Daichi on duty? Why are there so many patrol cars over near (x)?” “I saw (x) doing blah blah at (x)…can you send Daichi over to take a look?” (bonus points if it’s his day off). Like bitch, I’m not his dispatch, I’m his wifey?

Also - I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the obligatory fact that he keeps a spare set of handcuffs and its keys in the drawer of his nightstand.

I think the first time you wanted him to put them on you made him feel kinda weird bc cuffing people was something he did for real and it felt like an abuse of his power. 

That was right up until you looked up at him with doe eyes and a finger on your pouting lip and said, “But I want you to arrest me, Officer Sawamura.” Then you turned around and gave him a not-so-innocent booty shake. “I’ve been a bad girl.”

#daddy daichi 🧎🏼‍♀️ #daichi #sawamura #daichi sawamura #daichi x f!reader #daichi sawamura x f!reader #daichi x y/n #daichi sawamura x y/n #daichi x you #daichi sawamura x you #daichi headcanons #daichi sawamura headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons #officer daichi sawamura can nail my naughty ass to the wall anytime he damn well pleases

[beevean]

Hey it’s so called this morning’s anon back with more things to say I suppose…

I supposed I wanted to elaborate on some things, I know you said you didn’t wanna start discourse but I really wanted to elaborate on what I meant by that proshipping comment. The term proship, from what I heard, has gone from let people ship what they want and if you don’t like don’t look to… This person is a disgustingly vile subhuman and their death should be celebrated.

Funnily enough I openly ship problematic stuff, but I constantly over complicate things to prove that I’m still better than ‘those guys’, to say that I have morality and ‘they’ don’t… But it’s so fucking exhausted. My life wasn’t good and moral and pure so why does my art have to be?

I’m sick of fearing I’ll have someone genuinely threaten my life because I cope differently than them. Ironically I used to get mad when people say it was their coping mechanism, calling it a shitty excuse to be a whatever [You can insert all kinds of fun and degrading terms there] and yet… I was doing the same thing.

So yeah… I don’t like everything but I’m realizing that everything has its place and if that makes me a proshipper then fuck it I guess I’m a proshipper

[After reading all those kind messages I wanted some way to reveal myself because surprise you actually know who I am! But I wasn’t sure how to do that without outing myself so openly… I read your Hevor fic and told you about it on Discord, it’s the only thing we ever discussed. So yeah if you manage to figure me out based on that alone then congratulations! Purity culture is ruining my life so bad I can’t even say my own name! ;3]

fdjskfksdngksjdhk talk about efficient secret codes lmao. Yes I understand now 😄

That's pretty much what happened. "Proship" started as a countermovement to the "anti" culture budding around 2016 who were all like "Sheith is actually incest because they're like brothers and that's gross guys!!!!", and at first it meant simply "ship and let ship", but then it got twisted into meaning "someone who enjoys problematic ships/ships with incest, pedophilia and/or abuse", which inevitably leads to "this person has Something Wrong with them and they're a Bad Person who Hurts people like me with their Degenerate Art! Pedo alert pedo alert! PUNISHMENT FOR A THOUSAND YEARS".

The problem is that "enjoys" means a lot of things :^) there is a difference between "aww they're so cute <3", "welp this is a kink now", and "wow this would be incredibly fucked up but I am intrigued to explore this story". But nuance is not allowed, apparently.

(fun fact: I don't really go through proship blogs because I swear they all ship sibling incest. I hate sibling ships lmao, especially when they're wholesome. But of course they're all in the "will accept anything" community, after being pretty much shunned and painted as horrible abusers who deserve to be hurt and worse - and just because I don't want to see those ships, that doesn't mean I think they're bad people who condone real-life abuse. So yeah, proship is not about having all the grossest ships in the world, you can be exclusively into the most vanilla M/F ships ever and still think "yo do what you want I'll respect you from a distance")

I also hear similar stories like yours, of people who twist themselves into pretending to be antis and be morally "purer" than others when in private they were doing the same things they were insulting others for, just with tons of shame and denial. Not judging you and I'm happy when people realize that this behavior is harmful, definitely more than being into the Problematic lol... I'm just disappointed and frustrated that the internet culture has come to this. I reiterate my points about surrounding yourself with friends who don't make you feel like you have to walk on eggshells.

Also real talk: you don't really have to psychoanalyze yourself. Maybe your tastes are tied to an easily identifiable reason, or maybe they aren't or the reason goes too deep to explore without outside help. In any case, it doesn't matter. You don't have to justify yourself in any way, let alone showing to everyone the "I'm Coping With Trauma" badge in the hopes they will forgive you - because it doesn't work. It's never about the mental health of victims, it's about "i feel icky and i don't want to :("

Disgust is not harm. You (general) have every right to be disgusted by something - I myself am not above it :P But it's not a personal attack against you, and it's your responsibility to walk away and coping with your feelings in private.

#important #proship #again the discourse can get way too complicated and nuanced #and these may feel like milquetoast stances lol #but... guess they're not and some people really have to be told 'please don't suicide bait someone because they ship a 17 yo and a 19 yo' #something something funny how antis will scream about the normalization of abuse and incest #when they have normalized threatening real people with real harm in a quirky way

[yaqamole]

HWS Spain Is White (And Why I Dont Trust When He Isnt) - Indigenous Rants #1

So you all know I’ve left the Hetalia fandom. I really only linger here to support the friends I’ve made along the way as I hold all of them dear. But I thought it was about time to make this post because I have a lot of opinions regarding the subject and the careless behavior towards it.

HWS Spain is white.

No. I am not saying this in a “if youre not white you cant cosplay him har har” way. I am saying this in a “I am Indigenous and have been lied to for most of my life about that and it disgusts me to see my people treated like a monolith which includes my colonizer” way.

The fandom has had a consistent problem with treating all Spanish speakers like a monolith and being so unable to look at nuance, that nobody bats an eye at the problem with treating all Spanish speakers like they are the same.

I don’t tend to trust people who make Spain a POC because often times, it’s done simply because he is Spanish and he gets equated with culture that isnt his.

I recall when Hetalia Vines and edits were popular, people specifically edited Spain onto all of the ones from Latino creators - most often things with clear Mexican jokes.

And even now, I see people drawing Antonio as a Mexican ranchero, in mariachi clothes, and so on. People draw him doing traditions Latinos took part in and just in general keep equating Hispanic with Latino and it drives me mad.

People make him a POC not got any real reason and nobody ever dives into stuff beyond the base level for that in the context of Hetalia, and then lazily write him doing things that the Spanish do not do.

And it’s infuriating. Because I spent a good chunk of my life believing I was Spanish due to my family’s shame about who we are. And now I just feel sick at the thought of being equated to my own colonizer. It goes beyond Hetalia at that point because nobody seems to understand that Hispanic =/= Latino and Hispanic =/= Nonwhite.

Like I’m down with people giving whatever character melanin bc POC can do whatever we want. We don't get rep. But what I dislike is that people treat Antonio like he HAS to be a POC bc he’s Spanish and don't take into account the implications of that and what it feels like to Latinos who consistently have to fight tooth and nail reminding people we are NOT our colonizers and they do not belong in our business

They make him a POC and then draw him doing Latino traditions bc people homogenize all Spanish speakers and that’s my issue. If he was just a POC who was a colonizer. No biggie idc. But I’ve never seen it done without treating all Spanish speakers like a monolith

It is a consistent problem actually within the Latino community. Having to fight with Latinos who claim Spanish blood to assimilate to whiteness because it’s seen as better and Spaniards who argue that they are Latino or POC as well and speak over us in conversations that are about our struggles and the marginalization we face.

As well as the way the Spanish still screw us over to this day such as denying us our own fucking artifacts which they stole.

How people make Spain mixed never makes any sense because if he is going to be a POC and mixed, then he would be Arabic. But I have never seen that really done. People say they believe that in their headcanons and then do everything that shows the opposite.

Like good grief.

I’m uncomfortable with Antonio being a POC not because I think only white people should enjoy him but because whenever he isn’t white, people aren’t doing research and are simply making him Mexican Lite.

And you know, I have seen it done well a couple times. It’s not to say I’ve never seen it done well. And I know I myself drew him with tan skin for a while because I wished to see myself in him as a young teen. I don’t hate children having fun or everyone that gives him tan skin.

What I hate is the lack of nuance in the conversation where people are so unwilling to admit that they view Spanish speakers as a monolith that they’re willingly equating Latinos to their own colonizer.

I love POC headcanons, but I can’t help but be wary when its a POC headcanon for Spain because a lot of the times it toes the line of xenophobia because of lack of care and often it’s done because of the mentality that if you speak Spanish you must be a POC. Another concept that is incredibly harmful to Latinos especially Latinos of Color.

Overall this fandom really needs to examine its own racial biases and how their actions end up hurting BIPOC or completely erasing us from the narrative. Because I’m tired of explaining that just because someone speaks Spanish doesnt mean they’re suddenly not white. And Im tired of explaining that what everyone treats as a small joke does actually come back and bite us in the ass.

I won’t even dig into how people told me I should stick to only cosplaying Spain because of how I look. Or the way the other half of people who make Antonio a POC do it for pure exoticism and orientalism reasons. That’s a conversation for another time. And one that is way longer and gonna be way more fiery.

#rant #hws spain #hetalia #aph spain