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trashywormeateroffics · 5 months

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the great war (bucky barnes x female reader)

the gif is not mine!

summary: you get jealous and have a fight with bucky. inspired by the great war by taylor swift.

a/n: hey anon!!! sorry it took so long. i have no excuse. anyways, i hope you enjoy this!!! <333 also i am once again asking u to send me requests with marvel characters (natasha/bucky/loki) and taylor swift songs so i can write a one shot about it !!!! bye love u

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you don't know how it all happened. one second, everything was perfect. the next, you were acting like a crazy person and saying horrible and hurtful things. and now you're pretty sure you've officially lost him forever.

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it all started with her. agent carpenter. pretty, blue eyed blonde, flirty, perfect agent carpenter.

“alright everyone,” tony begins and the people in the meeting fall into silence. “as you all know, a new member is joining us on the avengers initiative.” they all nod, including you. “her name is samara carpenter and she was personally recruited by fury. which means she's very good at what she does.” the billionaire looks at steve and he nods, taking the lead.

“alright, i want you all to be nice and welcoming. especially you buck.” he says, making most of the people there snort. you look at him.

“what did i do now?” bucky asks, incredulous.

“nothing yet, but if you just stare at her and don't greet her like a normal person she'll leave this team as fast as she came.” sam tells him. the grumpy super soldier rolls his eyes.

“whatever, bird-brain.”

steve shakes his head in disapproval of the two bickering idiots but soon enough he's back on track with the presentation.

bucky's rough gaze scans the room until it falls on you. his eyes soften when he sees that you are already looking at him. you give him a soft and playful smile, which he returns.

after the meeting is done and everyone is dismissed, you head to your room.

not five seconds pass until someone knocks on the door. you smile, because you know who it is.

“come in!” you sing-song.

when he enters, you can't help but stare at him. you've been together for a year now but you still couldn't believe that he was yours. he was so beautiful, so funny, so kind, so dumb sometimes, just so… him. you loved him so much. yet you still hadn't said it. you were trying to take things slow, for both of your sakes.

“hey.” you tell him as he closes the door behind him. he has a look on his face which you recognize. something's bothering him.

“c'mere.” you pat the spot next to you on the bed.

he wastes no time in dropping himself unceremoniously on the mattress and letting out a sigh.

you begin to run your hands through his hair.

“d'you think i'm scary?” he asks with a pout adorning his beautiful pink lips. god, you want to kiss him so badly. so that's what you do. you peck his lips and then immediately shake your head with a smile.

“do you think that adorable pout could be scary?” he purses his lips to stop himself from smiling, but still, a small smile plays on his lips.

“y/n, i'm being serious.” he sighs. you do too.

“maybe to some people you could be. not to me though.”

“but when you first met me-”

“i was too busy thinking about how hot you were to worry about you being scary.” he laughs. god, how you love that sound. you would ridicule yourself to hear it. “is this about what steve and sam said?”

he shrugs.

“i just… hate that i'm so socially inadequate.”

you hand in his hair stops. he furrows his brows.

“bucky,” you begin, “we are a bunch of weirdos, all of us. there is not one person on this team who is socially adequate.”

“but at least the others can fake it, you can fake it.”

“you know what my favorite thing about you was when we first started to become friends?” you ask and he shakes his head. “that your face said it all. if you weren't in the mood for something, i could tell from a mile away, and in return, if something excited you, it would be contagious.” you caress his cheek and he leans into your touch. “and when i couldn't pretend, i always knew you were there to just sit in silence with me. no expectations to be socially acceptable.”

“i don't know how you do it.” he sighs. you frown.

“do what?”

“make every bad thing about me sound so… good.”

your frown deepens.

“hey.” you straddle him and grab his face in between both your hands. “you are perfect. just like you are. don't you dare change yourself.” you tell him firmly. then you purse your lips. “unless you totally want to for whatever reason and i would totally support you because-” you suddenly fall silent. he looks at you, expectant for you to finish your sentence. “because you know i'm here for you, no matter what.”

he smiles softly.

“i know, doll. me too, i'm always here for you no matter what.” you purse your lips to stop yourself from spilling your heart out of your mouth as you caress his cheekbone with your thumb.

“how about we watch a movie? you can pick.”

he pecks your lips and nods.

you spend what is left of the day watching movies and cuddling.

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two days after that meeting, she arrives. you're all hanging around the common kitchen when steve appears with someone trailing behind him.

“everyone, this is agent carpenter.”

“please, call me samara. or sammie even.”

“sammie, nice to meet you.” sam is the first one to greet her. “i'm sam wilson, but the coolest avenger is fine too.”

you shake your head and roll your eyes. then, you take a step forward, but before you can introduce yourself and welcome her to the team, you see her eyes flicking over to something right next to you. or someone. her eyes shine with curiosity and attraction.

“hi, nice to meet you.” she smirks. you swallow slowly.

bucky gives her a nod, but then he seems to remember what steve and sam told him and attempts to give her a smile.

“hi, i'm bucky.”

“bucky,” she repeats slowly, almost tasting the name in her mouth. she's about to say something else but before she can, you speak up.

“i'm y/n. welcome to the team.” you smile as honestly as you possibly can, but dread fills your stomach.

“hi!” she smiles at you. “you're so pretty, oh my god!”

you give her a tight smile.

“thank you.”

“of course!”

the rest of the team introduces themselves, even though she insists she already knows almost all of them and then you all go about your day.

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it had been a month since she arrived at the compound. you had seen her a few times, mostly during training. but you didn’t particularly go out of your way to talk to her. there was something you didn’t like. maybe it was your intuition, or maybe it was the fact that she did seem to go out of her way to talk to your boyfriend. and he did not seem upset by that, the opposite actually. he seemed to enjoy it.

you were not a jealous person, least of all with bucky. but something about her irked you. something about her made you doubt yourself and everything you believed in.

“i like her,” natasha says while she paints her nails, laying on her stomach on your bed.

wanda hums in agreement while she flips through the pages of a beauty magazine. you don’t say anything.

“what about you, y/n?”

“um, yeah.” you try to give them a convincing smile but based on the looks they give you, you do not succeed.

“okay, spill the tea.” wanda tells you. had she been learning internet lingo?

you sigh.

“i just- i don’t know.” you shake your head. “doesn’t something feel off to you?”

“not really.” wanda says as natasha narrows her eyes.

“you’re jealous.” she finally decrees.

“i’m not.” you respond defensively.

“you’re jealous that she seems to be getting along with barnes.”

“i-“ you begin your sentence with the intention of uttering a lie, but it dies right on your tongue. “i am. but i don’t want to be.” you confess.

“explain yourself.” she tells you in a tone that could sound commanding and harsh to someone else, but you know it’s filled with care. she’s your best friend, she would never hurt you on purpose. so is wanda, who looks at you with a knowing look you can’t seem to pinpoint the reason for.

“i just- i don’t know. he’s never like that with anyone. since when is he the type to joke around with someone?” you shake your head. “i’m an asshole, cause i should be happy for him. he’s putting himself out there. but i can’t. i’m jealous. so cliche.” you huff.

“you’re not an asshole. an asshole would make a whole scene, give him an ultimatum or something like that. you’re just expressing your feelings to your friends.”

“and, y/n, we all have those ugly feelings. they are human.” wanda tells you, softly. “you should talk to him about it.”

“what if he gets mad?”

“y/n, please. that man adores you, he could never get mad at you. least of all for this.”

maybe they’re right. maybe that’s the healthiest thing to do. and even as you agree with them, you know you will not talk to him about this. because he will realize that you’re right, and that there is so much more to the world than just… you.

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“come on! you just have to put it in the oven!”

you hear her before you see her. you weren’t expecting to see him though.

right there, almost as if mocking you, they stand. cooking together. he looks so comfortable around her.

they seem to be wrapped up in their own little bubble, so you clear your throat. immediately, they turn to look at you. he widens his eyes, almost looking guilty.

“james found me and i asked him to join me.” she explains, but you stop paying attention the moment she says his name. she called him james.

“james?” you narrow your eyes in question.

he seems to want to say something because he opens his mouth like a fish out of water but you leave mumbling an excuse about training with nat before he can utter a word.

back in your room, you fall to the floor and break down. you knew she was trouble the moment she walked in, but you weren’t expecting this to happen so soon.

heartbroken, you get up from where you’re sitting and head to your bathroom.

the girl in the mirror looks defeated, but you feel angry. if he didn't need you anymore, then you didn’t need him either.

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the days after that, you ignore him, always having an excuse at the tip of your tongue to not hang out with him. he doesn’t seem to care that much. until, you suppose, after three days, he begins caring.

“doll, can we talk?”

“hm?” you play dumb. you encountered each other in the common kitchen. that damned place, you hated it now, but you were hungry.

“i asked you if we can talk. you seem… distant.” his brows are furrowed. you only know that because you turned to look at him only for a second. other than that, your gaze doesn’t meet his. “come on, y/n, i know something’s wrong.”

you look at him and smile sarcastically.

“you do?”

“yes. please, let’s ta-“

“hey guys!” you roll your eyes at her voice.

“have fun you two!” you tell them, smiling venomously, only looking at him before you leave.

“is everything okay?” she asks.

“i’m sorry samara, i can’t talk right now.” you hear him say before you hear his footsteps getting closer to you in the hallway.

“y/n!” he calls out to you when you get into the elevator without looking behind you. before the doors can close, you see his metal arm get in between them. he gets in and they close. once they do, he hits the stop button. then, he turns to you. he frows when he sees the hate in your eyes. “y/n, what is going on?”

you scoff.

“fuck off, james.” you tell him, your voice full of venom. he widens his eyes in surprise before narrowing them.

“oh, so that’s it? you’re jealous and that’s why you’re avoiding me and acting crazy now?”

“i’m not jealous, but i’m not blind either.” you clench your jaw. “and don’t call me crazy.”

“you are blind if you think something’s going on with her.” he tells you. you roll your eyes and then tilt your head.

“when was the last time you let someone call you james? when was the last time you cooked with someone who was not steve?” he begins breathing heavily. you laugh and bite your lip incredulously. “i think you took the whole being friendly thing too serious.”

“i can't believe you right now.” he shakes his head. “you're angry because i'm not being an asshole to her?”

you scoff.

“oh, please, james.” he clenches his jaw.

“stop calling me that.”

“oh, so i can't call you that but she can?”

“you know that's not-”

“you know what? go ahead. let her call you james. fuck her in the middle of the common room for all i care. lets see how long she puts up with you.” you regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth but its too late, a deep hurt covers his face. still, you can't stop. you're too hurt, too scared. too goddamn stupid. “you think she's going to console you while you have your nightmares?” you laugh venomously. “you think she's going to accept you, all of you?” as you keep talking, his expression turns from pained to angry. resentful even.

he turns to the panel control of the elevator and pushes the stop button so the elevator will move again.

“you know what?” he glances at you and you're almost taken aback by the distant look in his eyes. “maybe i'll fuck her. maybe i'll even date her too. she's probably not as desperate and clingy as you.”

“fuck you.” you spit out.

the doors open, he steps outside. before he leaves, he turns to look at you.

“yeah, you too.”

after the doors close again, you fall to the floor and let out a heart-wrenching sob. you never thought it would end like this.

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four days. four fucking, horrible, long days bucky has been gone from the compound. you try to ask steve about it, because you know he knows where he is, but he won't tell you. even though you two are close friends and he never got in the middle of a fight between you two– even though you two never fought– he seemed angry. at you. you didn't know if he knew the reason for the fight, but he knew you were in the wrong, that much you knew.

these days all you do is cry, sleep, eat and repeat. you're way past heartbroken, you're miserable, inconsolable. it's all your fault. this prison of sadness was your own making.

you miss him. god, you miss him. you wonder how he is. did he already fuck someone else? did he regret ever being with you?

you don't dare text or call him. you're too embarrassed. you acted like a crazy person, and said awful, horrific things. and you're pretty sure he'll never forgive you. but what will you do then? how will you build a life without him? oh god, you're crying again. great, just great, you think as you turn around in your bed. who were you without him?

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its the sixth day of his absence when you go talk to steve. you drag yourself from your bed, with your swollen and red rimmed eyes and knock on his door.

“y/n…” he tells you, pity dripping from his tone.

“hey…” you try to give him a fake smile, but as soon as the corners of your mouth move, they turn downwards into a frown, and you start crying. sobbing really. inconsolable sobs leave you as steve wraps you up in his arms.

“hey, hey, it's okay.”

“no, it's not! i hurt him! i don't know why i did it, but i did!” you sob.

“hey,” he pulls away from you a bit to look you in the eyes, “come in. come on, come on.” he tells you as you slowly make your way inside.

you sit down on the edge of his bed and he sits down next to you.

“steve, is he- is he okay?”

he looks at you. you know him, so you know that that look means he isn't.

“he's safe though.”

“i really messed up.”

“i know.”

“he told you?”

“he didn't need to. i saw it on camera. wanted to know why the elevator stopped working for a while.”

you put your head in your hands and begin sobbing again.

“oh my god.” you sob. “i-i'm so sorry you had to see that. i dont… i dont know what-” a hiccup escapes you. “i can't-” another hiccup. “oh god…” your shoulders shake as you sob into your hands.

“hey…” he draws comforting circles on your back, but nothing can comfort you. not when he's hurt and hates you and it's all your fault. “hey.”

“steve, how can i fix it? can i even-” hiccup, “can i even fix it?”

he looks at you with pity.

“i don't know, y/n. i think he's gonna need some time.”

“oh my god.” you say. steve had always rooted for you two, so if he's saying it can't be fixed it really means it can't. “i'm going to die.”

“you're not going to die.”

“i can't live without him. i can't.” you shake your head frantically. “please, just tell me where he is. i need to-”

“i dont think it's a good idea.” he tells you sympathetically.

“please,” you beg him, “please, i need to- if it ends…” more tears fall from your eyes. “it can't end like that. please. he deserves more than that.”

he looks at you, seemingly pondering what you're saying. you look at him the whole time, pleading. he sighs. he's going to tell you.

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you look at the old building that seems to be deteriorating with each passing second. you straighten down your clothes (steve insisted you get properly showered and dressed) and take a deep breath. he's staying at a safe house in brooklyn. of course. it was so predictable and so him, you almost decided to leave. maybe you should let it end how it ended. what if this time it was worse? but you didn't have the luxury to think like that. it was over, but you needed him to remember you as the good times you shared, not that damned last time.

you enter the building and go up the stairs to the seventh floor, since there is no elevator.

when you reach his door, a green one who looked like if you blew on it it would fall down, you freeze. what are you even supposed to say to him? hi, bucky, sorry i told you she wouldn't be able to put up with you, insinuating that you are hard to love, hope everythings okay between us! ugh, you wanted the earth to swallow you whole.

you take another deep, slow breath, because you know otherwise he'll be able to hear you. then, you knock two times.

when the door opens he takes your breath away. this time not because he's gorgeous but because you're so scared that you fear you're going to pass out.

“what do you want?” he asks harshly. you feel tears prick your eyes but you blink them away.

“hear me out, please.”

“no, thank you.” he goes to close the door, but you swiftly get inside before he does. he slams the door behind him when he turns around to look at you, now inside the apartment, looking uncomfortable and out of place. “i told you i didn't want to hear you out.”

“just-”

“leave.”

“one second-”

“leave, y/n.”

“bucky-”

“oh, so now i'm bucky?” your lip wobbles.

“you're always bucky.”

“not last time we talked.”

“that's why i'm here.” he lifts his chin, looking at you with so much indifference you wonder if he ever looked at you with love in his eyes.

“i don't care to hear you explain yourself.” a tear escapes your eye. you dry it with your sleeve harshly. his face seems to soften for a second but then it goes back to its harshness.

“i'm not here- i'm not here to explain myself.” he looks at you.

“why are you here then?” you sigh.

“remember that time you took me to feed the ducks on that park?”

“yes. so?”

you smile softly as tears fall down your face.

“that was the time i told you i wanted to be your girlfriend. no one ever took me to such a silly date.” you chuckle softly. then you frown in pain looking at the floor now. he shifts his weight from one feet to the other, impatient.

“what's your point?”

“that's how i'd like you to remember me.”

“what?” you look at him. he's frowning.

“i know that the last time we talked i was… crazy. i just- i know theres no going back, but id like, for the sake of what we had, for you to not remember me like that.” you tell him. “because we were more than that.” the last word comes out broken to give way to a silent sob. you try to compose yourself. “I'm sorry. don't pay attention to that.” you give him a fake smile, which you know he can see right through.

“y/n-”

“okay, i'll leave. but… come back to the compound. i'll move out if you want me to, just, don't stay away from your friends just because of me.” you go to leave, walking past him, when he grabs your arm. when you turn around there are unshed tears in his eyes.

“i don't care about the compound. or about remembering you.” oh. you widen your eyes and heavy tears leave them.

“okay, i'm- i'm sorry for suggesting-”

“no.” you nod, understanding. “no, no.” he repeats. he grabs you by the shoulders and he crouches so he's eye level with you. “i don't want to have to remember you.”

you frown.

“but, bucky-”

“but i probably should.” he cuts you off.

“yeah,” you laugh humorlessly as you cry. “you should. i'm sorry. i never should've come here. i'm sorry.”

“stop saying sorry and explain to me what the hell happened.” you tilt your head.

“i… i got jealous.”

“that's it? that's why you hurt me?” he asks. you look down. this was it. he was giving you a chance. explain yourself like you never have before, you think to yourself.

“i never got why you were with me-”

“stop saying were. this could end today, but as of now, were still together.” you purse your lips. “hey, hey, its okay.” he says softly as he puts his hands on your cheeks and wipes the tears that begin falling again with his thumbs.

“im sorry-” he looks at you pointedly. you nod. “i just… i don't understand why you're with me. im not- im nothing like you.” you begin. he frowns. “you are kind and thoughtful and amazing and im- im not good like you.”

“what? y/n, you're the best person i know.”

“you can't still think that.” he looks at you honestly. he does? “see? you're so- and i'm so…”

“lets sit down.” he tells you and you both do, on the old couch thats near the window. he gestures for you to continue.

“i just- you'll never get it. and thank god you won't. but im not- im not a natural, you know? not like you, not like her.” you fidget with your hands. “you guys, the team, you like me because i'm fake. you wouldn't if you knew the real me. but i showed it to you pretty easily, i guess.” you laugh without a trace of humor. he frowns. then, he grabs your hand and caresses your knuckles. bucky takes a deep breath before speaking.

“y/n, i like- no, scratch that. i love you because i know you.” your face contorts in pain. you start crying heavily again. “hey, hey, come on baby, talk to me.”

“i just… she's so… perfect. for everyone, for you.”

“i don't want her, i want you.”

“you cant want me after what i said to you. i hurt you and i'll never forgive myself for that.”

“yes, you hurt me. but you were hurt too, i just didn't see it.”

“im so scared you'll wake up one day and realize there is so much more to the world than… me.” you sob and cover your face with your hands.

bucky pulls your hands away from you face and pulls you into his lap.

“listen to me.” he tells you firmly. “there is nothing more to the world than you. you are it for me, y/n. i love you.”

“bucky-” you hiccup. “i'm so sorry i said that about you. i promise you i just said it to you because i- i was lashing out. anyone would accept and love you, you are literally the most amazing-” hiccup, “person-” hiccup, “in the universe.”

he smiles softly at you and the unshed tears come back, but this time, he lets them fall.

“baby, listen to me. i love you. i'm not going anywhere.” you open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it. “and i forgive you. i promise you i don't resent you. i know what it's like to lash out when you're hurt.”

“bucky-” you sob against his chest.

“shh, baby, its okay.” he soothes you, rubbing comforting circles on your back. “it's okay, i got you.”

you take a shuddering breath and lift your head from his chest to look at him. you grab his face with both your hands.

“i promise you i'll never lash out again. im so sorry. i-” he gives you a pointed look. “i know. im not saying sorry anymore. sor-” you purse you lips and he lets out a laugh. then, he shakes his head incredulous and looks at you with so much adoration in his eyes you feel like you're going to pass out from all the love you feel for this man. “can i kiss you?” you ask him shyly.

“please.”

and so you do. the kiss is soft, vulnerable, you're telling him how sorry you are, how much you love him, and thats when you remember you didn't say it.

he whines when you pull away, something that makes you smile.

“bucky,”

“yeah, baby?”

“i love you. so much i feel like i'm going to throw up.” he lets out a loud laugh.

“i love you more, doll.”

you spend the rest of the day cuddled up on that couch in that old apartment, not ready to go to the compound yet. but you do send a text to steve before turning off your phone to spend time with the love of your life. you almost lost him, but you didn't, and as you lay in that old mattress on the floor, while he makes love to you and whispers of words of adoration and devotion fill your ears, you vow to him one thing. you'll always be his.

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matan4il · 4 months

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IDK how to write today's update post. There were so many things I meant to include info about, but now everything pales in the face of the terrible news we got this morning.

At least 24 Israeli soldiers were killed in the last 24 hours in Gaza.

Here are the faces of some of them:

The terrorists responsible for most of these deaths, attacked in a spot just 600 meters (0.37 miles, with the border breached on Oct 7 in the middle) from a southern Israeli community, Kissufim.

[this paragraph is for the people spewing hate, on and off anon : if you read the news and smiled to yourself, or felt any kind of joy, I want you to know that's vile. It's devoid of any morality or humanity. You can tell yourself and others that you're for human rights all you want, but if you feel joy at the death of human beings, human beings who had the right to live (and would have lived, had it not been for the terrible massacre Hamas carried out on Oct 7, which the terrorists promised to recreate repeatedly, targeting Israelis and Jews alike), then you're not for human rights. It's just an excuse you use to be able to publicly celebrate the death of Jews, and of non-Jewish citizens of the Jewish state who defend their fellow Jews. It's just the same, age old antisemitism under a new guise]

IDK how to explain what that number does to me, as an Israeli, as a Jew, as the granddaughter of Holocaust survivors.

I still remember the morning of Oct 7, as the news started pouring in. First, just talking about the rockets, they had no confirmation of casualties yet. Then, we got the news of one elderly woman, killed by a rocket as she left her home to open the communal bomb shelter for others to use. Then suddenly it was 5 dead, then 10, then 22, along with the news that Palestinian terrorists from Gaza have invaded Israel's south.

And I knew then that the number is going to be higher. The way it normally goes with news of terrorist attack, is you first get a big number, those killed immediately or shortly after the attack, and then there are a few more wounded who don't make it. Basically, there's a big number, and then a small adjustment. Something like... first hearing about the 10 immedaite casualties of an attack, then the number is adjusted to 12 or 13 in the following hours, or days. But here, the jump in the number of dead from 10 to 22 told me we're not in the "small adjustment phase" yet. We're still in the "counting the initial big number phase."

That was so hard, because 22 was already hard to deal with. Up until Oct 7, if I remember correctly, we had lost 38 people in 2023 to Palestinian terrorism. That was already considered the bloodiest year in terms of terrorism victims since the second intifada. People were already grieving, asking questions about what was going on, talking about how the renewal of certain (American) funding to Palestinians (such as the Palestinian Authority's Pay for Slay program) was causing this surge in murderous activity, and what can be done to change the situation. To lose 22 people in one day meant that the number of 2023 terrorism victims was almost doubled already... and we were not yet done counting our dead. The grief and loss of almost 9 months and change almost doubled in a day... and it was likely about to grow.

The number of dead kept rising. We jumped from 22 to 50. From 50 to 100. Then 200. Still no sign of getting to the "small adjustment phase" and it was hard to breathe with every new update. We got to 300, and it was almost unbearable. Then 450. A jump of 150 dead. There was no way to process it, no way to really comprehend it, and the worst was always that the jumps in numbers between updates meant we're still in the "counting the initial big number phase." Somewhere after 600 and before the next update, I realized from an interview (nothing official, just the implication of what one person, who was in the know, said) that it was not going to be less than 1,000 people killed. And I no longer felt like I could contain any of it. The horror, the grief, the shock, the struggle to comprehend that this is real, and not the worst nightmare I've ever had.

At least 1,200 people were murdered during Hamas' massacre. It's been over 3 months, and when I write that I didn't know how to contain everything I was feeling back then, I still don't. So you might think, what's 24 people in comparison to 1,200 dead? But that's not how it works. The death of one person does not pale in comparison with the death of the many.

When I work on Holocaust research, and I work on the testimony of one Jewish girl, who had to watch her father being beaten in front of her eyes by Nazi-collaborating Italian fascist soldiers in a concentration camp in Libya, in northern Africa, when I try to process what the murder of just one parent, just one person means to her, I know it's the destruction of her whole world. It doesn't lessen the pain, that the number of Jewish Holocaust victims outside of Europe is "just" in the thousands, while in Europe it's in the millions. One death can in itself be impossible to bear.

And here's the thing. Those deaths and their impact accumulate. We didn't just learn today that we lost 24 soldiers. We lost 24 worlds (because as the Jewish saying goes, "He who kills one person, it's as if he killed the entire world, and he who saves one person, it's as if he saved the whole world," Mishna Sanhedrin 4.5) and we lost them as a part of now over 220 soldiers we lost in this war (see below a map of Israel with a red dot for every place where at least one soldier was killed), which was forced upon us with the murder and destruction of over 1,200 worlds, which comes after 75 years of a conflict we didn't want, in which we lost 28,000 worlds, and that followed a genocide in which we lost at least 6,000,000 worlds, and that in itself is the peak of almost two thousand years of persecution, during which the full and total number of Jews lost, of worlds destroyed just because of antisemitism, will never be known. All I know is that the Jews we know today, we're not the Jewish people. We are what's left of the Jewish people. And we will live. Am Yisrael Chai. Always. In the face of countless attempts at our destruction, we're still here. But we remember them all. Every single soul lost. Every world destroyed. Every child that had been murdered, every child that will never get to be born. We have lost 24 worlds today, and the fact that we have lost so many before, only makes the loss worse.

And we would not have lost a single person in the fighting in Gaza if we had actually been guilty of the crimes they accuse us of. We could have wiped out all of Gaza from the air, without risking the life of a single soldier on the ground. Every one of the Israeli soldiers killed, died to protect Israelis, as well as to save Palestinian civilians.

The way I feel right now, I think about the words of one member of Kissufim who I heard today: "We are broken, but strong."

May the memory of those lost be a blessing, every single one of them, every Jewish person, and non-Jew killed for standing with Jews, in every generation.

You're all still with me, I carry all of you in my heart, always.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

#israel #antisemitism #israeli #israel news #israel under attack #israel under fire #terrorism #anti terrorism #hamas #antisemitic #antisemites #jews #jew #judaism #jumblr #frumblr #jewish #israelunderattack

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helluva-dump · 6 months

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Yeah I think I am officially done with the Helluva boss critical community… for good.

Before you guys flip your shit and accuse me of being a Stan, let me explain.

So I deleted my tumblr app and decided just to refreshen my mind and focus on other things. (Like my art, my own possible indie project, ect ) and being away for a while… it kind of made me realize how much of the critical community was becoming too much for my mental health.

Originally, I joined because season 2 disappointed with season 2, didn’t like how Vivziepop retconned things like the pilot, the possible workplace allegations, and of course… the fandom being super toxic as hell work promoting toxic positivity.

But holy shit…. Somehow the critical community is even worse than the fandom.

Like I swear nobody talks about what’s wrong with this community. I’ve seen blogs have such an unhealthy hatred to Viv where they post nonstop about her… it’s insane. Like when making account names “wah I hate Vivziepop”

Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t think all critical blogs act like this. I do in fact still follows few, only thing is the ones I follow don’t constantly whine and bitch all the time and actually do critique. And these reblogs I follow just do AUs, rewrites, and redesigns which to me I will always see as harmless fun since that’s what I wanna do.

As for the other half of criticals…. Hell, these people legit get mad and share screenshots making fun of fans with different opinions. Like, bruh, didn’t you guys get angry at stans for doing that to y’all? You guys are literally doing the exact same thing. And no I’m not talking about sharing screenshots of toxic fans that attack former employees and make excuses for a questionable workplace…. But like they’ll just mock fans that didn’t do anything bad.

I’m all for critiquing a fandom and there are Stans that have such an unhealthy parasocial relationships with Viv… but somehow I see people acting the same with their unhealthy hate obsession. Literally going through her IG and bitching and moaning…

Seeing people making assumptions about her and Gooseworks with the glitch x as well as Tracy just shows me how unhealthy this hate is becoming.

Yes, Viv and Tracy had a bit of a heated thing on Twitter. However, I don’t think it’s fair to assume she’s this evil evil hellspawn that’s plotting to destory glitch x. “She’s kissing ass to goodeworks with her fake smile” dude she’s probably a fan of their works, you really don’t know that.

Also, while I’m aware of the allegations concerning Salem (who I hope really recovers and they did really make this episode the best IMO)… it’s probably not fair to assume all employees get treated the same way… the only people that seem to know what went down are Erin, Ken, Salem, and Ashley Nicolas. Do I think the workplace abuse is possible? Yes, it’s why I haven’t bought any merch.

BUT the reason why I don’t like to discuss things like this is because half of the other stuff seems like flimsy evidence besides Salem’s vents. And I think it’s a bit risky to spread such misinformation and make assumptions. (One blog I’ve seen had so many anons sharing rumors and just go along with them which to me is dangerous…)

Like when the new episode aired, unlike everyone else, I actually loved it. This recent episode was so great it’s what I wanna see more of for Helluva boss. But eh… I noticed some haters bitch for the sake of it. Now, some of the critiques aren’t too bad, I did notice some flaws and I understand the concerns for salem. But like other half it’s just bitching for the sake of it…

Also I heard rumors how the deranged stalker fan of Fizz is a parody of critical blogs… tbh I highly doubt that because that trope always existed in cartoons (like Aggrestuko had one too) but considering a good chunk of “criticals” have a hate boner for viv, can you blame some fans for thinking that?

I really don’t like how the critical community became the anti community. Because not every critical person is an anti, I don’t even wanna fuck with that shit and I don’t ever wanna resort to that.

Hell, they drove one critical blog I loved away… over a bad miscommunication.🙃 and that blog was right, you don’t wanna make friends with this community with how some toxic people are.

Also I’ve been drawing a lot of Hazbin hotel stuff for my Heaven AU and it reminded me why I enjoyed Vivziepop’s ideas and stories so much. It somehow was helping me take edge away from my mental health.

I think it’s possible to still be a fan without labeling yourself as a stan or anti. That’s why I made this blog for. I was so worn out by the toxic positivity of the fandom, so this is my comfort space. But now I need to cut the critical community away since it’s now full of toxic negativity.

And as I said, I do plan to make an indie cartoon series and I feel like being part of this critical community is NOT gonna make me professional on my end. That being said, I don’t like Viv as she said things that rubbed me the wrong way BUT I’m not gonna let that kill my joy for Hazbin hotel.(and Helluva boss to an extent) I do think she has good ideas and they CAN work but she does need more writers than animators to help her execute them.

That’s why I’m only a bit more excited for Hazbin hotel lately

Now I’m not angry at anyone who followed me. I just wanna make some boundaries, and that being said, I’m still gonna critique both shows. However, I’m just gonna tag these posts as HH/HB critiques than HH/HB critical for now on. I feel like that’s more professional and more genuine if you wanna share opinions on stuff.

Just wanna get this off my chest, it’s what I wanted to express for a while.

And if fans come across this blog, don’t be afraid to interact I won’t bite. Everyone has their different opinions. I only have an issue with Stans that promote toxic positivity and dismiss employees that were treated badly is all.

#helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique #for now on #I wanna restart fresh #and I don’t want antis and Stans to interact with me #you guys need to touch grass with your obsession with viv #it’s hella creepy

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songmingisthighs · 1 year

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So I was plagiarized 👁👄👁

as some of you may know, i posted a sub!jongho fic for FFF on... february ??? which apparently got plagiarized on april 24th (my time) and i found out when an anon sent me an ask letting me know that it seemed like a blog plagiarized my work

and so i checked and... well...

and my friend @flurrys-creativity was holmes enough to make

which is just so 👁👄👁 damn

AND SO I CONFRONTED THE AUTHOR WHO HAD THIS TO SAY

and ofc i said

long story short (like how they plagiarized my work), the author had this to say and then before i can get my petty virgo ass to pull a john wick....

i would've shown the entire conversation but tumblr has a 10 picture per post limit and I'm nursing the WORST headache I've ever had. this year. bc this has turned into a straight up debacle and it's so RIDICULOUS y'all i can't make this shit up

mind you this person is in a network (or networks ??) so you would think they would be careful because they represented that (those) network(s). I can't fault the network whatsoever for what happened and i don't, bc i know networks can be CRAZY hectic not to mention the admins and mods are human beings who have things to do or personal lives so i am in no way blaming the network, this is 100% the fault of the author who said "I NEVER LIKED WRITING ANYWAYS" and maybe that's why they plagiarized

i would've felt bad for running someone out of tumblr but after what happened, i feel nothing but anger because i didn't get the justice i should have had (and also the absolute need to pee bc this got my blood rushing and my friend said i have a hamster bladder). if only you guys can see the whole conversation. when i say there were NO REMORSE, i do mean it. and the absolute audacity of this person that showed no sense of humbleness after being confronted by the person they plagiarized from. their whole post sang praises about originality and each time they posted they told people they don't want their work to be plagiarized.

i'll be honest, i feel SO HONOURED that someone felt the need to copy my work. but then i got pissed when i found out it was because they were high. and they ran off before i get to take off my corporate glove and gone all crazy smt bc this just ain't it chief

ngl idk how to end this post but i want y'all to know while i do get flattered by plagiarism, i do NOT tolerate even just a smidge. I'm a firm believer of having an adult conversation when shit happens but even i have my limits.

and to the bitchass sup-dallyboy, i wanted you to know that nothing dramatic was going to happen to you, nothing that wasn't supposed to happen at least. but instead of doing what you told you were doing which is own up to your mistakes and take responsibilities, you threw your hands up and hauled ass like a fucking coward. you talk big about saying sorry and wanting to do the right thing yet when the bill came, you flee. absolute bitchassfuckery, i hope you're proud of yourself for letting me deal with YOUR MESS when 12 hours ago i was doing okay in life but then you and your fucking audacity came in. I tried to talk to you but all you did was make excuses and put up a front until you just decided you don't wanna deal with shit and deactivate. even your exit isn't creative, my god. I'm quite an understanding person, you can ask ANYONE, but i can tear you a new one when provoked and you did. you have officially gone to my bad side, congrats.

#smt tmi #smt rant #plagiarism #sup dallyboy deactivated #sup-dallyboy plagiarised #ban list #watch out for this fucker #keep y'alls work safe

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it really is kinda sad and pathetic bc we know d*ve felony wants that bitch to live forever and ever, which even yoda’s ancient ass said in ROTJ isn’t feasible and wishful thinking, you gotta die sometime! that’s life! even in a fantastical sci-fi world!

but i doubt her dying somehow is gonna happen anytime soon, unfortunately. y’know cause she’s the Certified Bestest Jedi (Or Whatever Tf She Is) Ever And Is Gonna Outlive All Of Them Bc She’s That Powerful! She Was Little Ani Skywalker’s Padawan And Even HE Couldn’t Do That! Luke and Leia Are Gonna Die but Not Her! nice for her fans i guess but i truly do think it would’ve been better off if she would’ve officially died in order 66 or rebels or whatever.

like this is so blatantly attachment and it’s to his detriment, i believe. especially if he’s just writing any ol’ bullshit now. kinda like lucas had a point, huh? but that part of the fandom never has, since the prequel days, and never will acknowledge that bc “oh young darth vader pathetic angsty guy bad and weird” “why fascist not charming and the order space monks” and it’s frustrating.

sorry for rambling on but anyway….here comes old lady ahsoka with her Space Walker, still managing to lift a lightsaber.

Tell us how you really feel anon lol. Thanks for the message!

I 100% believe that Ahsoka will never die as long as Dave has the reins, unless someone higher up presses him on it which is fairly unlikely because they want her to be the Luke Skywalker replacement for the era.

Which is definitely ironic considering the messages about unhealthy attachment and the desire to live forever that we see in the movies. George had some flaws and sloppy executions here and there but he always had a clear point to what he did too that I think this era lacks.

But I don't think there'll ever be old lady Ahsoka with a Space Walker... Dave wouldn't dare have her be old and frail. That's why I think she'll either become the new Daughter (hence, immortal) or use the World-Between-Worlds to skip ahead of any time gaps under the excuse that it's her destiny or something like that.

... I remember liking this character, those were good times lol. I wish I still could but the overempahsis on her is too annoying for me. That and they erased her personality.

#anti Ahsoka #anti Ahsoka Tano #Dave Filoni critical #Ahsoka Tano critical

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imagineanime2022 · 1 year

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Dating Headcannons For Atsushi Murasakibara

Atsushi Murasakibara X GN!Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Murasakibara from Kuroko's basketball with a male reader that's taller than him? Or just general dating headcannons. Noticing a lot of your current content is pointed towards obey me and Bungo stray dogs. Are you getting bored of writing for those?

a/n: Kept the reader gender neutral so as many people as possible could enjoy this, though is geared more towards male reader I hope as that is what you asked for.

🍭 For starters there is probably a large amount of time that he spends not noticing you but you definitely noticed him, you were working in a convenience store that frequented.

🍭 You always kept his favourite snacks back for him and that was when he started to take notice of you. 🍭 The first time he really saw you, you were teaching some kids how to play basketball. He could see that you were good, the way that you interacted with the kids and taught them. You glanced over and waved before calling him in. 🍭 The real indication that liked you was actually playing one on one match with you to show the kids a real game. That was the day he realised that you were taller than him, you were always behind a counter or miles away from him he’d never noticed before. 🍭 You started talking more from there on but then his team needed a new manager so he asked you. 🍭 You took the position and that meant that you spent even more time together, you often brought his favourite food, just to get him to take part in practice properly or snap him out of whatever mood he was in. 🍭 You started calling him ‘Sushi which he seemed to love. Everyone noticed that you were very close but the person to say something was Tatsuya, nothing came from it until after the match against Seirin after his first loss he found himself looking for you to find comfort and it was after that that basically declared to the world (you included) that you belonged to him. 🍭 He never really officially asked, he did give you every chance to reject any advancement or shows of affection at any time. 🍭 You guys are probably the cutest thing that most people have seen, he’d often feed you if he knew that you hadn’t eaten and he always knew. You didn't know how but he always did. 🍭 He asked you why you didn’t play and you explained an injury that you got when you were younger so you just helped people that played instead. Since hearing that he’d always watch you and if he deems it necessary (which he always does) he’ll just carry you places or take your bag and carry that for you. 🍭 He’s the stronger of the two of you despite the fact that you were taller than he was, you always worried about him carrying you around but he dismissed the concern by jolsting you around and showing you he could hold you easily. 🍭 Everyone comes to you when they need to convince him to do something and he’ll usually do it but only if you would come with him, so be careful what you agree to. 🍭 The rest of the generation of miracles are all surprised to see him with you, mostly because he’ll often be standing there with a bag of crisps and he’ll eat one and then feed one to you, they were shocked the first time they all saw it, like they all just stopped talking at looked at him, which annoyed him and you had to calm him down after that too. 🍭 You doted over him when he broke his arm in the Jabberwock match and he loved it soaked up every bit for affection. Side note he’ll have you tie up his hair before every match as well often with the excuse that he can’t be bothered to lift his arms. 🍭 Often calls you sugar or sweetness and you could see Tatsuya roll his eyes every time. 🍭 You have to tell him off for being mean to everyone even if his nicknames were absolutely hilarious, you were in charge of keeping him out of trouble when Tatsuya wasn’t around. 🍭 You help him study a lot of the time if you can and he’ll listen to you though it’s always hard to get him to actually focus in the first place, if you're both hopeless then it just devolves into messing around. 🍭 When you guys cuddled up together, you usually wrapped around him, in some way, he’d be the one to pull you down to cuddle because you just won’t stop moving and he stopped caring about that task you had set for yourself and just wants you close. 🍭 He doesn’t like it when he doesn’t know where you are or can’t see you but there is only so much that you can do about that but you’ll text and call him as much as you can to make him a little more happy. 🍭 You don’t argue very often but small disagreements are common, considering his lazy and resistant attitude, you argue playfully about his attitude towards something, he’ll likely walk away from you and then wait for him to approach you again usually offering some kind of food for peace. 🍭 If he ever hears that something happened to you, he was there before you even knew what happened, he’d drop anything, he’d skip class and practice if it meant that he’d be able to make sure that you were okay. 🍭 All in all he loves you a lot and it might take him a while to say but he’ll show you everyday, just be sure to show him as well. He’s easily bored and if he doesn’t get back what he gives he’ll leave.

Request Here!!

#Kuroko's Basketball #kuroko's basketball imagine #kuroko's basketball oneshot #Atsushi Murasakibara #atsushi murasakibara imagine #atsushi murasakibara oneshot #imagine #headcannon #x reader #gender nuetral reader

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Hi, Chance anon again! I know I just sent in another request, but I just thought of a really good one I think you’ll like! How do you think each of Blitzwing’s personalities reacts to getting a kiss from the human reader for the first time (whether it’s on the cheek or lips or whatever is up to you)? I’m guessing Hothead’s reaction involves lots of screaming lol, but I’ll leave that up to you. I hope you’re happy, healthy and safe!

*Clenches Fist* Chance Anon I hope you're ready for some SMOOCHIN

Headcannons for first time kisses with Blitzwing x Reader below!

Icy

Icy is the most distant of the three personalities and the least inclined to PDA, it's simply how he is. Farthest he's probably felt comfortable going with you so far is idly petting you in his grasp like an oversized metal Bond villain and their cat.

Not that you OBJECTED to this treatment this mech's hands and shoulder are your thrones now - and you'll happily soak up the affection it's just you'd like something a tad more forward, y'know?

He catches you staring at him several times before his monocle finally zooms in and focuses on you right back, even as he still faces the screen and continues with his work. "Somezhing on jour mind, little one?"

You hum and brace yourself on his shoulder a little better. You need a bit more leverage to get past the sweep of his helmet guard...

"Not really. Something on your face tho."

He makes a noise akin to an alexa unit with a wonky connection and turns, one elegant optic ridge arched in his usual deadpan expression, "I can assure jou zhere is not-"

BAM you seize the moment with both fists and plant a kiss right on his cheek ridge. Distantly you feel all 33 feet of him freeze beneath you and his fans kick on. Ha!

You're sailing on the sea of triumph and make to pull away with a MWAH!. Except you. Uh. Can't?

In muffled panic you realise your lips are STUCK and your face is going through the Worst ice cream headache youve ever had, Icy FINALLY manages to reactivate his voicebox and frantically apologise, you can feel the panic rising and all you can think is please don't switch please don't switch you will rip my face off if you do pls pls pls

Turns out Icy's hyperfrost cannons mean he runs cold constantly, and when he's startled millions of years of war have ingrained combat systems to activate at a moments notice, cooling him even further. Like licking a telegraph pole in Alaska.

Officially probably the most embarrassing trip to med bay either of you have ever had.

Hothead

He's shouting about something, honeslty you tuned out a while ago and became immune to the thunderous volume of loud noises. This mech is 90% shout.

You lay a hand against his helmet and pat it gently even as he fumes. He's long since mastered the art of stomping around without jostling you (but the magnets sewn into your jeans also help, like, a lot). You're not even sure if he can feel your tiny hand through he armour plating but continue regardless.

"It's so slagging unfair!" he roars, and you make all the right noises. Absentmindedly pressing a kiss beside the place your hand rests. "Yeah, I hear you."

The silence rings between you like an alarm bell allergic to noise.

"UH-" you don't even get a minute to fling up an excuse before you're being swept up into giant hands. You clench against the whiplash as Hothead clenches his dentae in front of you.

You take a minute to admire the truly extensive blush below his visor. He opens his mouth to inhale for a new, jet engine decibel outbutrst and you abruptly decide that, yknow what, those lips are extremely plump and kissable and in for a penny in for a pound and all that.

Future safety briefings will specify that humans should not lauch their heads into a mechs mouth unexpectedly -or ever- but you can't help but feel like you've won... something even as you try and extracate your head from between said lips that closed on reflex.

Lots of kissing was techically done, just not very traditionally, and he couldn't even find words beyond squeaking and wild gestures, so you're officially counting this as a win.

Random

It's taken you more than a week to see Random after the hilarious mishaps with the other personalities, a fact that's concerned you for a while.

Random is the most openly affectionate and seems to have an addiction to touching you with his face anyway, so you thought a kiss would be within easy reach. He's already licked, nuzzled and balanced you on his non-existant nose, why the distance now?

The answer comes in the form of nightmares and cannibalism. It's depressing what you get used to these days.

You're not sure if Random gets the worst nightmares of the three or is simply the most open about expressing distress even when asleep. All you know is that one minute you're blearily forcing your eyes open and the next you're all but lauched off the berth as Random thrashes and shrieks in remembered pain.

Miraculously you're unhurt but are in no position to stop Lugnut storming in and grappling Blitzwing back down to the bed. Random snarls, and it's something so animalistic you feel it in your bones. You watch in horror as he wrestles free and sinks Jack O'Lantern knife teeth into Lugnut's arm.

To his credit all Lugnut does is grunt and let Blitzwing lap up the energon. You're certain if it were anyone else they would have lost the arm.

Lungnut holds him even as he slowly relaxes and lays prone againt the berth, fans on high and optics dim and distant. His face is still covered in energon and you can tell he'll need your help cleaning it out of the crevices later.

"Human. You can come up now."

You shakily do, trusting in the sheer force of the bomber to keep Blitzwing pinned as you come sit by his face. He slowly managed to focus on you, though all that comes out is a pitiful whine.

You've never noticed really before, but he has no lips to cover his razor blade smile, and had always been incredibly gentle when you were close. You press a kiss to his cheek in a clear spot and run a hand fondly around a wide and questioning optic.

"Going to need a bath later, big guy." You mumble and he fianlly relaxes fully as Lugnut grumbles and leaves the room, complaining about disturbance to his sleep schedule.

The tired but content purr of his dual engines is all you rememeber as you both gently drfit back to sleep.

#I YEEEAARRRNNNN #blitzwing x reader #thalassa responds #x reader #blitzwing #this was a joy to write and i fianlly had the energy #thanks once again for all the requestes chance you rule #headcannons ahoy #transformers #transformers animated #maccadam

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this-daydream-is-dangerous-13 · 7 months

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First of all, I can't thank you enough for all the work you have put out on Haylor. Also, I was relieved to see your analogy of TK and agree with it. My question to you is do you think that Blondie knows that she's hurting Harry by getting with someone else so quickly? I never imagined that she would do this after the fiasco with MH. I'm also afraid that she's looking for an excuse to not make a commitment to Harry.

TYSM for your kind words, Anon. It is a lot of fun to have somewhere to outline all these thoughts and discuss them because I don’t have IRL, local friends who want to discuss Haylor with me. It’s been a joy interacting with you all here.

On to your questions: I think Blondie is the queen of compartmentalization and keeping her shit held close to her chest. If she lets herself think about it, she would for sure realize her choices hurt H. I just don’t think she is letting herself think about that right now.

In my social media avoidance, I am listening to the audiobook of Jennette McCurdy’s harrowing “I’m Glad My Mom Died”. One particular passage jumped out at me earlier today:

- while her Mom was in hospice and dying, McCurdy broke up with her the guy she’d been seeing. Looking back, she admitted that it was so much easier to just pursue the heady, infatuation stages of relationships and run away when things started to get serious because that required honesty and compromise and vulnerability and hard work. And I thought: bingo!

For weeks, I have been saying TK is uncomplicated. We know that Blondie sure loves the “delicate beginning rush” (and H adores that delicate point of view) because it’s FUN! And carefree! And all the discussions about “how do we merge lives? Deal with communication issues? Etc.” are all well in the future.

The May MH fiasco was a reunion of sorts, and I bet early on Blondie was like “and thaasaaaat’s why it didn’t work out last time. Shit.” I speak from personal experience when I say that reunions are initially amazing, but very quickly force some hard conversations about all the things that led to the breakdown in the first place. And that is scary and hard. And doable, sure, but complicated.

Story time: when we were 17 and 19, I fell deeply in love with my best male friend. We dated for a couple years but broke up because we needed to grow up and figure our shit out. The in between times were messy (and included me drunkenly enacting the song Question….? when he dated someone I hated despite me having a different LT boyfriend). We reunited at 22 and 24, and it was amazing at first and then quickly became fraught. We legit had a discussion where we agreed: “our options are (a) this goes the distance or (b) we cannot speak again” because we couldn’t just be friends anymore. We figured out shit out and are happily (and beautifully imperfectly) married, but it took and takes work. It is absolutely worth it but it is hard! And it really could have gone either way.

So the prospect an actual, official public reunion—knowing that they’ve publicly cultivated the “peaceful friendship” Tree told us all about after the Grammys—is scary and risky. It might be too much for them ever to contemplate, even if they want to be together otherwise. And Blondie has been through what many people (me included) would consider a divorce. Hell, same with HS and the OW coparenting stuff. They’ve both been vulnerable then badly burned in the recent past.

So I think Blondie continues to run (which @womanexile tells me is often what one TF does). And new relationships have no baggage, at least at first. So here we are.

What do you think, besties?

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Hey MT! Marketing anon again. Sending you a hug through the ask box!! We still need an official confirmation, but May 11th was GOOD for Carylers. I may have cried a little when I heard she was trending on Twitter all day. I’m glad the strategy I mentioned wasn’t too off the mark (phew). It helps make the next few weeks more predictable from a marketing perspective.

I figured I’d share a few more thoughts so we know what to expect and we're prepared. But still, quick disclaimer: this is just my perspective and speculation. Take it or leave it <3

AMC is leaning into desires which is good. We should expect a slow trickle of Melissa-related news. Perhaps something more definitive around her birthday (I wouldn’t be surprised if Norman wishes her on IG, I’m sure he’s wanted to say something since she showed up in France lol). Let me take a moment to say I thought we’d get a glimpse of the stand-in or grey hair (can’t remember if I added that in the previous ask), and that's precisely what happened, and I was genuinely excited when I saw that haha.

The thing to keep in mind now is any good company keeps an eye on/ tracks audience responses to lean into what's getting the most reactions and maximize the impact. Which means audience reactions should guide the flow of news/content we see in the coming week (for the most part). So being vocal about what we want to see may help show AMC what we’re tuning in (aka paying) for.

Mixed reactions is the worst sign. It means the marketing is not hitting the mark, and that's when companies start to shift strategies to get the most reactions or try to increase the audience pool (aka, it more or less explains S11). That doesn't mean you have to feign excitement about things you don't like. But it helps to refocus attention on being vocal about what you're excited to see.

I read an article about AMC losing a ton of subs lately, which may mean they’re more likely to take a route that keeps the audience with them for the long haul. And Caryl going canon would be a good strategy to bring back a huge chunk of the audience they lost in the last quarter. And keep them on for a couple of years at least (if they play their cards right).

So the best thing right now is talking about what we really want to see. Show them how much we love Caryl as a unit. How much we want to see them together. TOGETHER together.

To everyone reading: Your feelings are valid. This doesn't erase what happened last year or how we lost the original Caryl spinoff. However, it also doesn't invalidate that we're getting Caryl back. If we focus on making the most of what's ahead of us, we may see Caryl get the ending they've earned. I, for one, would at least like to try. Caryl on <3

Hey there :) Thank you so much for the pointers again. Fwiw, I think you did mention the possibility of a vague photo, so credibility earned haha

I agree that it’s probably in our best interest to keep showing enthusiasm for Melissa, Carol, and Caryl. I also want to add that I think it’s a good way to continue supporting Melissa as opposed to arguing in circles with each other and making assumptions about her professional or private life that aren’t true.

We don’t have to excuse what happened last year, and we can remind AMC of that by simply not promoting, not watching, and not subscribing for S1. That’s my plan personally. Everyone else can decide what feels right to them.

I can’t write an essay on what I want to see as much as you’re tempting me, anon, but I hope to read what other people are looking forward to and I hope S2 will fulfill Caryl fans’ wildest dreams and Melissa’s as well. She deserves to get what she wants for Carol’s story.

#caryl #caryl positivity #caryl spinoff #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol

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ask-serendipity-sky · 8 months

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Idk whether you will even post this but tbh I'm dropping Jikook and Jk. It's been for a while he's giving me this uneasy feeling. Like the JK I know till 2022 November is no where to be seen. Now he's a whole different human with different goals, diff taste, diff personality.. everything is so different. This is NOT the person I liked and I don't think I should/can support this new jungkook. He gives me icky feeling overall. I brushed off seven as him trying out a explicit pop song but he went same path and somehow managed to make him look even worse than seven era. Sorry but i can't pretend it's OK when I'm definitely not ok.

The one and only thing which was connecting me to him was Jimin. I respected their relationship and how much Jimin loves him, enough to keep on liking JK. But then yesterday's video dropped. Ik you and many stubborn jikookers here are not believing it. But I'm a very simple person who applies basic common sense to things I see. It's so obviously him, in his apartment, with his dog hugging a random woman while they are alone in apartment. This alone is enough to make our irl relationships break. So why should I think, it's not the same situation here and makes excuses or theories when the reality is infront of me in bold letters. I can't go on and pretend everything is fake, jikook are still a couple and JK is gay or whatever when he's actively showing the opposite both in his career and real life.

It makes me feel like a shit when everything I thought about them and their love is proven fake, only a official statement is more to come. And knowing hybe they won't confirm if uts real. And it's taking very much toll on my personal life too. I wasn't able to do anything this 24 hours as everything is in shambles. So I decided I'll just concentrate on my Jimin. He may/maynot be close to JK from now on and it doesn't matter to me in any way. Just like how his friendship with bts members or others doesn't really matter to me. I just hope he is happy and healthy.

Hi anon,

This is your view and that's fair.

We spend a lot of time trying to rationalize things and thinking of reasons why things are the way they are. We dedicate time to them, cheer for them, and love them so when things come and shake our ground, it does affect us.

I suppose you haven't read my thoughts on this but I haven't decided what to think about the video.

I won't pretend that I'm cool about it right now. I want things to make sense because they have so far...until yesterday.

Eventually we all have to decide, either now or someday, if we are finally done with jikook.

It sounds silly but it's true.

Support Jimin till the end, though!

I hope you enjoyed your stay at jikook land :)

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captainsavre · 3 months

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Hey! The shows that got "proper" trailers are the ones premiering on february (TGD, Abbott Elementary), it even says "official trailer". The shows premiering in march got a teaser trailer for the official trailer thats coming probably mid february.

GA got maybe a few more new scenes but a lot of the season finale as well, those are "teasers" for the season and not supposed to show so much new stuff as those are saved for the official trailer. 911 only had cgi and animated promo so all the scenes are new (and they're getting "new series" promo so different). What I mean, we still haven't seen the official trailer

Hmmm okay that actually makes some kind of sense, thank you for the info…

But I’m still mad though 😑 I’m mad because of that scene between Maya and Andy. I’m mad because there’s still no Carina/Stefania in the teaser and why does Greys has more new clips in theirs than S19?! Because Greys is Greys, you can say… yeah but the network should dedicate the same amount of energy and effort to all shows equally… specially when was S19 having the highest ratings and network’s highest numbers, a lot more than Greys actually 😒

Oh and why they didn’t mention the new time slot?!! The audience still think S19 will be on at 8pm when in fact has changed to 10pm… but they surely don’t want to people know that, ‘cause all they want is to the S19 audience watch 911 instead… so it increases 911 views and decreases S19’s and that way they have an excuse to explain the cancellation.

So yeah, it may only be a teaser, not a promo… but I’m still so f*cking mad 😠🤬

nothing against you anon, please don’t take it personally… i’m just so mad at this whole situation 😑

#i’m so tired of this #😔#anon #answered #save station 19 #station 19 #season 7

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softguarnere · 2 years

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Hey there! Your writing is really good so far. Great job!

Can we get relationship headcanons for George and/or Shifty please? If you want.

Thanks 😘

Thank you anon, that's so sweet! 💖 Literally can't tell you how excited I was to finally have an excuse to write Shifty because he's so !!!!, ya know? And since I'm a super indecisive person by nature and can't choose between him and George, have some headcanons for both 😘

Dating Shifty Powers would include . . .

Not my southern upbringing about to jump out while writing this

Literally the sweetest and most gentle guy are you kidding me?

He definitely has so many nicknames for you, like Baby, Doll, Princess, etc.

He's a very touchy person by nature, but he understands that not everyone is, so sometimes he just kind of walks to the doorway of whatever room you're in like 🧍‍♂️❓until you give him the all clear to hold you

If you get cold easily then you're in luck, because this man is about to be your own personal space heater

You guys just really like spending time together, regardless of what you're doing

The way his face lights up the second you walk into a room is just so sweet, omg. He always looks so happy to see you

During the war, he loves to tell you stories about where he grew up, about his family, and all the things he wants to share with you when you guys get back to the states. And he's so excited to teach you things, like how to fish, how to noodle, how to find the best watermelons during the summer, how to stargaze

Sometimes he doesn't feel like himself anymore, because the war changed everyone to some extent. But when he can just be outside with you, laying in a field together or sitting under a tree in the woods listening to the cicadas, he feels like he knows exactly who he is

You might be new to his neck of the woods, but you feel like home to him

Dating George Luz would include . . .

He has the biggest crush on you, starting in Toccoa, and is determined that you will both make it through the war alive and well, even if it's just as friends

Before you start dating, you're in one of those will-they-won't-they situations where everyone is routing for you two to get together, but no one clues either of you in that you both feel the same way

Once you do become official, you try really hard to keep it professional so that you don't get into trouble, but you just can't help joking around with each other all the time

For all of his bravado and joking, the war takes it's toll on Luz, and sometimes you've just gotta hold him

Okay, hear me out: I've always had this HC that he's a sleep talker/sleep walker, and that's definitely an experience

Total mixed bag. Sometimes you wake up and hear him saying the wildest stuff, ranging from the horrifying time he was sitting up, pointing at the corner of the room asking you "Do you see them to?", to the time he rambled on and on confessing his love for you

You would have the most fun together after the war, though. There's really never a dull moment with Luz because you're always going on some kind of adventure -- even if it's something mundane, like going to the grocery store, it becomes an adventure

You know how a lot of people say that they married their best friend? Well you guys are the epitome of that, and getting to love your best friend that much is something that you guys never take for granted

It makes him really happy because you guys made it through the war together, in love and as best friends

#y'all want a random fun fact about me?#when I first got into BOB I always saw posts where people talked about how much they liked Shifty and Roe's accents #and I was always so confused because WHAT ACCENTS?#Anyway it had to be pointed out to me that I can't hear Shifty's accent because I come from a similar area and apparently have an accent #(despite the fact that I've gone my whole life convinced I don't have one)#and I can't hear Roe's accent because that's how my grandmother talked since she was from an area close to him #So yeah #thought you might enjoy that lol #shifty powers #shifty powers x reader #george luz #george luz x reader #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers headcanon #band of brothers fanfic #my writing

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officialtayley · 7 months

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God you're far more patient than me, Ash. Like...are anon messages to a Tayley stan blog the best place for discourse, maybe yes maybe no, it's a good conversation to me have but jeeeeez. Always jarring seeing people find ways to excuse and justify themselves not condemning little war crimes lmao.

So, to mix it up a little, please feel free to answer all or some (or simply none of the following haha if you've answered them before or just don't want to):

🪄

1) When did you first become aware of Paramore?

2) When did you first see Paramore live/how many times have you?

3) What other artists/bands do you listen to a lot? Maybe...top 5 (no particular order)

4) Do you have any pets? Talk about them (if you want)

5) What was the last new-to-you film, TV show and book you watched/read?

6) What was your favourite moment from running this blog before their relationship was official? I wasn't here then but reading Kels' archive makes me so jealous of how fun and mad it all seemed whenever a new scrap of content arrived haha.

7) If you woke up tomorrow looking like Hayley and couldn't dye your hair (except to refresh it), which hair era would you want?

8) If you had half an hour with Hayley, what would you want to talk about?

That's all I can think of but hopefully it'll give you SOMETHING different to talk/think about!! 🫡🌻

i was saving this so now i shall answer :) the questions were very fun to answer i loved this so much, thank you!! 🖤

1) 2007! that is how long i have been a fan too :)

2) 27th september 2013. overall i have seen them live 4 times! i also saw halfnoise in 2017 and met zac

3) seventeen, jungkook, iu, eminem, billie eilish. honourable mention to taeyeon tho!

4) i don't have any pets. i had a dog (german shepherd) called sam, we had him before i was born so when i came along he was super protective, when i was baby he was always by my crib and stuff and as i was growing up if i needed help when walking or walking down the stairs at our back door (they had no railing) he'd always stand by my side so i could hold him, and then as i grew up too he always slept in my room or on my bed. he passed though in 2005 or 2006? so sad i miss him he was the best. i had another dog after that (yorkshire terrier) and i called him marmite but he was too hyperactive and aggressive so we ended up having to give him to a friend.

5) um..... i don't know. i watched barbie but that was new to everyone. vincenzo (kdrama) is the only thing that comes to mind since i only got into kdramas last year and it came out in 2021. some other things, not new to me but hey i wanna share, little women (kdrama), extraordinary attorney woo (kdrama) and a business proposal (kdrama), the first two were so incredible, the last one was silly but it was a fun time.

6) my fave moment.... the date at the gallery in oct 2018. also LA nov 2018. it was a party over here it was so fun each time. obvs they were dating then but majority of the fanbase still hating tayley shippers and that's what tayley were up to..... incredible time.

7) self titled. granted her personal life was a mess but she went thru 2726267227 hair styles and colours and i think it would be fun

8) hm.... well id like to tell her about finding paramore in 2007 during the literal worst year is my whole life and how it really helped me as a 10 year have something to turn to when i was going through something very traumatic. id also like to pick her brain over some lyrics on ffv so i can understand them properly finally, and hm..... idk what else

#cloudbusting00 #answered

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sanosimp · 2 years

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hi!! can i request wherein reader and wakasa was on a vacay and tried skinny dipping in a jacuzzi. i don’t know it that makes sense, but thank u if u consider it!!

hiiii ~

yes of course i am at your service once again anon. it's officially summer for me, so it is convenient for me to fill this request. please enjoy and when you're done come scream at me in my inbox ill be waiting <3

~ nsfw under the cut you've been warned ~

now it's not very often you get alone time with your significant other. being a busy man and all that, it's rare to have some peace, free of distractions or whatever it is that typically forces you two to part.

so imagine your surprise when you walk through the door, pull off your shoes, and your boyfriend is nowhere in sight. his absence isn't the surprising part, typically away and only returns home after hours. no, the surprising part is the state of distress that the small apartment has fallen into.

on the couch is a pile of clothes, your clothes, accompanied by an arrangement of shoes on the floor in a line by the coffee table. there's music playing somewhere in the place, a low whistling following the tune. a new bouquet of carnations in the center of the table a sign that your boyfriend was indeed home, just nowhere in your current view.

throwing your keys in the bowl by the door, you adventure off in hopes to find the cause behind the disastrous mess in the place. Friday's are reserved for relaxation in your household, strictly takeout and couch cuddles, so the sight is enough to spike your anxiety thinking about how much time it'll take to reorganize. the whistling gets louder the closer you get to the bedroom, the guilty party probably making even more mess in there compared to the living room. rounding the corner by the door frame, you prop an arm up to watch him scramble on his side of the room, pulling open draws and causing chaos amongst his clothes for reasons you don't know.

wakasa imaushi is a sight to behold. despite being with him for a while now, he always seems to be able to steal your breath away, no one holding a candle to his charm in your eyes. you take a moment to eye every little detail of his on full display for you as he stands back to you, shirtless to combat the humidity despite the sun slowly disappearing. You allow your eyes to roam from the sharp jawline in full view with his hair up to the bead of sweat that travels from his neck down his broad shoulders from the summer heat that consumes the apartment. you could feel the want to jump him right then and there but become easily sidetracked the moment he pulls a hoodie out of a draw and haphazardly tosses it over his shoulder, still very unaware of your presence.

"okay what have you done and why are we fleeing the country?" he turns around, startled by the voice that calls to him other than his own. "who said were fleeing the country? i didn't do anything... that the feds know at least." he pauses his endeavor and easily finds his way to you across the room. you laugh at his remark as he finds your waist and consumes your personal space, drawing you into him so hard you have to stand on your toes to reach his neck with your arms. "so then i wanna hear the excuse for the disaster i've come home to after a long day.”

he huffs and pulls back to see your face, hands spreading on your hips to keep you within his reach, fingertips teasing under your shirt. you feel the hitch in your throat as his eyes bore into yours, lilac swimming to the depths of your soul in a trance. no matter how many times you have been near him he always blows you out the water in disbelief that he's really yours to hold. " the only escape we're making is to the Airbnb i rented for the weekend. you have three days free, i have three days free, and we need to get the fuck out of here or i'm gonna go crazy." you know he's serious by the tone he uses, urgent and forward.

it's been obvious how much stress he's been under recently, his mood cloudier than usual, eye bags from lack of sleep, and the drowsy way he carries himself around are physical proof of the burdens. you feel a pang of sympathy strike your heart knowing he does so much for so many, putting anyone of importance in his life before him in the rank of priorities. you kiss him slowly hoping it portrays every ounce of emotion you feel for him at the moment as he meets you with the same intensity.

he draws back causing you to pout, saddened by the distance which is quickly chased away as he picks you up and flawlessly tosses you over his shoulder. a squeal and a series of giggles, you're kicking your legs in any form of resistance that you can at this angle. "put me down this instant you savage." he easily captures your calves in his left hand to keep you from loosening his grip, smacking his right hand on your thigh before tossing you on the couch. "pack a bag. i've already picked out some of my favorite things to make your packing easier. we leave in 30.”

you scoff in disbelief at his antics as he walks back into the bedroom, narrowing your eyes at the 'favorite things' part and glancing at the pile that waits for you. "oh please we both know if you had it your way, i'd be naked all weekend." his laugh is hearty and melodic as it echos down the hall and into the living room. "who said that's not happening?" shaking your head you begin as he asked, packing in excitement for your weekend getaway.

~~~~~

what he didn't tell you, over an hour later, was how luxurious the Airbnb was.

he hopped out of the driver's seat of your car and jogged around to the passenger seat to escort you out, grinning at the wide-eyed look on your face. he holds a hand out towards you to lift you up and out of the car before closing the door behind you and walking towards the trunk.

the house was small, obviously only meant to host one party at a time. the one-bedroom house had a full porch out front with a charming white bench swing on the right of the entrance. flicking on the lights you saw that the single-floor house proved to be quite the space, the kitchen and living room combined but not cramped boasted an open concept, giving the house an airy vibe. the door to the bedroom was on the left of the tv accompanied by another door to match on the opposite side which you guessed was the bathroom.

you stood in the center of the area looking up to the skylight which you were excited to see in the daytime, just imagining the room bathed in sunlight come morning. "so you like it or what?" you flew towards the boy who had just settled the bags into the room as he caught you in both arms, lifting you off your feet. "baby what in the world did you do to get this? you know what don't tell me i don't want to be liable." he laughs and kisses your cheek before planting you back on your feet. "i didn't do anything. had some money tucked to the side, exchanged some favors, nothing illegal i swear." you playfully smack him on the shoulder in response and turn away from him, allowing him to rest his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist.

your eyes scan the place again before noticing the glass door towards the back. "what's back there?" he places a soft kiss behind your ear in response and pushes you forward to go look. what sold the place was the back. flinging open the back door leading to a private yard which was decorated in string bulbs of light hung over the wood deck. beyond the fence, you could hear the waves of the tide meeting the sand on the shore, having direct access to the beach through the gate. another highlight was the jacuzzi that was lit up in the corner of the yard. you turned back inside towards the bedroom where Waka was diligently unpacking things into draws and replacing the pillowcases.

"there's a fucking jacuzzi?! can we go in it?!" he chuckles zipping up his bag and tossing it onto the dresser. "yes baby as soon as we're settled in." so settling in is what you did, putting things away to your liking and changing your clothes into swimwear. the second you were done you were scrambling towards the back again, closing the door behind you. it was well past eleven pm with no sounds other than the occasional crash of the waves and the quiet hum from the tub.

the sky was clear and the stars were brighter on the shore during the summer, humidity more manageable now with the sun on the other side of the planet. you teased the water with your toes, allowing your body to acknowledge the heat before taking the steps into the water. you heard the door open and close again, your boyfriend was once again shirtless accompanied by the complimentary bottle of champagne and two glasses that the host left on the table with the binder of information (which neither of you had decided to glance at but that's beside the point).

he puts the items down to the side of the deck and follows you in, going straight into the water with no care in the world over the change of temperature. he easily settles in on the bench and opens his arms towards you, water rising almost halfway up his torso, and sighs as you follow his silent request. he just holds you there for a minute before scooping your legs over his lap, now straddling him, face to face.

your foreheads meet as you cup both his cheeks, his eyes still closed as you settle in and get comfortable. when he decides he's ready he begins to open up to you about his stresses. "i needed this so bad. i got into a fight with Shinichiro. i didn't even apologize i just left and said nothing. i didn't want to make it worse but im sure he hates me now."

at this revelation, you scoff and bring his attention to you, tilting his head up so he's looking you in the eyes like earlier. "you too are as thick as thieves. there's no way a silly little argument is gonna come between that. he loves you to death as you love him." he's pouting now and you almost want to laugh but you know it takes a lot to get him to open up, not typically wanting to burden those around him with his issues. "lets talk about it later okay? you can tell me all about it and whatever you want later. right now it's just you and me and this tiny house to ourselves so let's unwind.”

you run your hands from his face to his neck towards his shoulders, allowing him to pull you closer by the grip he has on your thighs before he captures your lips in a kiss. there's nothing romantic about the slight taste of chlorine that lingers in the air and on your skin, but there's so much romance that radiates off the man in front of you. it starts slow and tender, like it always does, taking a moment to appreciate the other. it's when his teeth meet your bottom lip as he sighs into your mouth when things get hotter and your body instinctively grinds into his. your hips are flush to his as he's pulling you impossibly closer, hands now gripping your sides to bruise as he leads your motions.

his slow descent starts from your lips to your cheek, to your neck, biting and sucking his way to your collarbones. at one particular harsh nip, you sigh and pull at the stands of his head, a low groan emitting from the back of his throat. you can feel his fingertips playfully pull at the top you're wearing, entertaining the thought but not quite doing enough to take it off. "you think there's a rule about being naked in the jacuzzi in that binder?"

at this you yank him up, face so serious it sends you into a fit of giggles, him laughing with you as well. "they won't know right? i'm sure someone has done it before." you drag him back into a kiss while he takes off your top this time with intent, only separating to pull it completely off. he's teasing you with the kiss, his tongue meeting yours for the briefest of seconds before pulling away, alternating between grinding and kissing.

your own hands begin to explore as well, running down from his shoulders, gently scraping your nails down his body the way you know he likes as your own form of teasing. it's too easy the way your hand slips past the waistband of his shorts, wrapping your fingers around him effortlessly stroking him to complete hardness. he groans heavily into your mouth and shimmies out of his shorts the best he can with you on top of him. "you're so fucking perfect for me. i can't take it anymore." you simply hum in response, too focused on tightening your grip around the base to keep him on edge.

he doesn't even try to take off your bottoms, using his fingers to slip the fabric to the side, thumbing your clit in hasty circles to pay attention to you as well. it's a little harsher than to your liking, the water not acting as much of a lubricant as you would've liked. your foreheads meet again as you're breathing heavily now, cheeks flushed red due to the intimacy and the heat radiating from the water. “i want you. i want you so bad please.” if you weren't on top of him, you could imagine him on his knees, begging you to advance and the thought makes you bite your lip and nod your head without a second thought.

he lifts your hips out of the water as he lowers his shorts to give himself room to breathe. the cool air sends a shiver down your spine, a drastic temperature change now out of the hot water that kept you away from the night chill. his raised thighs keep you above the water as his tip runs up and down your slit, coaxing your natural fluids to take place of the chlorinated water now running down your thighs chasing the water you rose from.

he lifts your hand to your mouth with his free hand. “spit.” you comply instantly and his eyes brighten slightly in bewilderment, grinning at the easy obedience as he guides your hand back to his length, prompting you to stroke him. when he is satisfied with the glide of your hand, he smacks your wrist away and aligns the tip with your entrance, panting into his ear as you rest your forehead on his shoulder. he buries himself into you until bottoming out, letting out twin moans as a release from the tension. it had been some time since the last time you two were joined this way making the increase in friction slightly unbearable. he allows you a second to breathe, before lowering you both back into the water.

he sighs as both of you are lowered into the water, steam increasing since cool skin has met the water again. both of his hands are on your hips now slightly tightening his grip every few seconds as the two of you are rediscovering each other through tongue and teeth. the drag of your hips over his is led by him, slow and steady as he grinds you into him impossibly deeper. “you doing okay sweetheart?” you merely groan in response, unable to concentrate on anything other than him filling you to the brim and the increased friction that comes from the surrounding water. your elbows rest on his shoulders as a base, one arm dangling straight back towards the wall, the other running a hand through his hair, pulling on the ends. one particular sharp tug draws a sharp breath from him as he grinds you down harder.

your breathing is sharp and unsteady, coming in quick before drawing out again while his last straw of patience is drawn. he is sharp in his thrusts, practically feeling the tip of him for every detail as his breath hits your neck, hot and damp as he buries his face into your neck. everything is hot and damp heightening your senses as your lower body grows accustomed to the heat and your upper body cools down with the slight breeze of the night. the difference in temperature drives you crazy as you become hyperaware of every sensation you're experiencing.

the sink down is slower than the rise up with the increased friction that comes from the water but it adds a new level of sensation to your body that you had never experienced. his pace is steady but considerate and his touch sets fire to your skin, hands roaming from your waist slowly rising with every inhale of breath he takes. its torture, every slight movement setting fire to your nerve endings, bringing you both closer. you're leaving open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin of his neck catching the hitch of his breath every so often up close to your ear, biting his ear which draws out a long moan from him.

he's getting closer and it's obvious in the way his movements become harsher, more frantic, and in need rather than passionate and sensual. his breathing spikes and it sends a shiver through your whole body every time a groan slips past his lips. everything is too much and too little at the same time, his hands are close to their destination now as he slightly pushes you back to initiate eye contact. his hand wraps around your neck and your eyes widen in response, pushing further into his grasp and encouraging the behavior. he is beyond emotions right now, with no usual smug look or any feature in his eyes other than comfortable lust, focused solely on your pleasure.

it takes one more particular squeeze on your airway that sends you straight off the cliff, a long-drawn-out whine in response to a powerful orgasm you didn't even notice coming, hitting you like a freight train. he's stopped his thrusts and is weakly grinding into you, meeting his end shortly after yours, eyes closed and head resting back on the concrete that surrounds the tub. his face is flushed and his eyebrows are drawn apart in complete bliss and you allow your body to slump into his as his body draws closer to yours in response. he's still attempting to catch his breath but his unsteady breathing does not prevent him from leaving a few scattered kisses on your neck as a silent claim of affection or a thank you for just being.

there are a few minutes of recuperation shared between you focused solely on breathing and coming to when a low hum of a chuckle is heard from the man below you. you're tracing the patterns of the cement with your eyes when he draws your attention with the barely-there noise. “what's so funny huh? wanna share it with the class?” his grip on your waist tightens quickly before releasing and stroking your skin.

“did you notice the cameras before when you were out here?” your mind goes straight into panic mode, all the bliss leaving your limbs at once as you draw back to find him not looking at you but directly over your shoulder. your eyes widen as you slowly turn your head to follow the direction of his eyes and to your horror, your met with the little red light blinking back at you confirming the recording in progress.

“son of a bit-”

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