#it’s so fuckin miserable man i just wanna talk to people

[decaeysa]

cries

#mobile tbt. #tag vent #mental health vent #tbd. #might add this to my rules ? just as an awareness thing #but man being an rper and having BAD bad rsd sucks so fucking much #(rejection sensitive dysphoria) #most of the time I can be Normal Enough when it comes to talking to people #(when I actually have the energy to lol) #but FUCK man I’m so tired of my brain perceiving shit as rejection #idk when or why people thought bpd was cool #it’s so fuckin miserable man i just wanna talk to people #the best part is it’s literally just a me issue too like #wtf can anyone else do about this like nothing LMAO #I am shaking my brain in my mouth like a dog #let me live in fucking peace

[slocumjoe]

Concept for if Bethesda loved the other Companions same as old tricky dick

Gage; a dlc that doesn't kinda suck actually, but also properly explores what being a raider entails, and what kind of people end up as one. I don't think you could actually redeem him, but I'd like that idea to be directly confronted, as least. I've talked about this before but it's wasted potential that you can't make the Nuka Gang confront the fact that Oh Shit The Farmers Are Now Dangerous

Deacon: I don't think he needs his own side quest or even DLC, but I'd like him to have side quests attached to him, a la Nick's detective cases sidequests. He's a spy. Pls let us do spy shit

Piper: Same as Deacon, but I think she actively needs a sidequest. Her character gimmick, her plot purpose, and her actual affinity talks are so unrelated it's painful. Let her journalism actually be content, not just a bit of trivia about her. A set of side quests + a personal quest that addresses Diamond City's Problems with a capital P. Lots of societal issues in that little space and we do nothing with any of it.

Preston: just fix the Minutemen and give this man a goddamn break. The Minutemen just need a rehaul, so as to not have him be the quest giver. And give him other stuff to do! I wanna actually fight the Gunners! Bring up and address the failures of the old Minutemen!!! Please!!!

X6-88: give the bitch something oh my God. Much like Gage, I don't think you can convince him to let go of the Institute, but give us a CHANCE. Emil just seems so scared to ask hard questions and use interesting concepts.

Danse; finish his arc you thots (also I think Fallout 4 really lacks some humanizing/soft moments in the world and I think Danse would be a good. Subject? For them. Like a shelter dog getting to play with ducklings. Idk but I have a vision)

MacCready: they forgot that his whole point was having a whole ass baby. Give him his child wtf.

Strong; delete

Codsworth; stronger plot presence. This robot raised that old bitch let him throw hands. Also, if you wanted to put quests in Sanctuary that spawn up as the town develops, Codsworth would be a great quest giver and tagalong as you try and keep the piece and set up some kind of society.

Curie; I've said it before. I'm saying again. Curies whole deal should have been a major plot point. She's a robot that becomes human and develops human feelings with human biology. This is not important to any faction leader. What on earth.

Cait; yall fuckin know how I feel about Cait but honestly, her personal quest sucks so much I'd rather they didn't. Just give her more and better affinity talks. She needs more time to open up and develop, and 4 conversations is not enough.

Hancock; I have quite a few nitpicks about Hancock but the fact that Micky D getting ganked and being revealed to be a synth DOESNT MATTER is insane. Macdonough's last interaction with Hancock was crucial to his character arc and not letting that circle around is so, so miserable. Also, I want politically-charged quests. Campaigning! Discussions on economy! He's a mayor of this weird little anarchy town, let us play in that space.

#i cannot believe nick got his own dlc #like. i KNEW. i KNOW. but like #WOW. #THE FAVORITISM. #HE WAS THE MOST DEVELOPED ONE ALREADY GUYS #THATS NOT SAYING MUCH BUT HE STILL HAD A LOT MORE LEGWORK PUT IN #SPARE A CRUMB OF DEVELOPMENT PLS #im pretty neutral to nick but i actively like him less #knowing that hes the golden child #the one that gets pizza hut after football practice but the others get papa johns #idk im so fuckin tired #i have a three day weekend and all i wanna do is get back to work #i am NOT a downtime person

[infoglitch]

I have opinions. On jaune. (Shipping wise)

To clarify this is just my opinion. And my opinion is

garbage

But I want to talk about my favorite noodle so stfu Im talking.

And this is not me going "oh this is how jaune should be treated in every single shiping fic". This is just me acting like I have a huge dick and stating my terrible, terrible opinions.

Let's start.

1: jaune doesn't get bitches. The Bitches, get him.

Not to some of you I know you're all kicking screaming vomiting and crying because "obobobo b-but jaune has to pull bitches! I-its the only way I can escape this cr-"

SHUT

First, Jaune is not a self insert nor is he a character we project ourselves on. he is a character who has flaws and has his own personality.

He's an idiot and most of the times is a pessimist trying to be an optimist.

He gets things wrong, and he does really dumb stuff like faking his transcripts. He's not you, he's not me, he's not anyone else aside from Jaune

So when I say he doesn't get bitches, that's not being mean it's just kind of the truth, Jaune does not have a lot of confidence and when he does flirt he does it in really terrible ways, (just ask V1-3 Weiss)

But that's not everything I say because I also made sure to add that the bitches get him. Jaune is the kind of character who fails when he's trying because hes trying to seem like he's got things under control, he's going overboard which results in him comically failing, but when he's just being himself being a genuine person he does things really well. He is very much terrible at flirting and man has no skill with women, and he lacks confidence. Which leads to number 2.

2: Jaune is not cool. (In a good way)

Look I love my noodle man but even I can admit he is cringy. He does things to the max when he sets his mind to it which will fail. Because when he does those things he doesn't have either the confidence or the understanding he needs to do it. Take literally any attempt with Weiss he's tried asking her out, he's failed constantly because one he tries to impress which with Weiss makes him seem like he's just another fake face, after her heart for her name (which he isn't, it's just due to misunderstanding) he runs head first without the context or the confidence. He tries to impress but he comes off awkward like he doesn't know what he's doing. (Like that one time he tried asking her to the dance by playing the guitar and FAILING miserably.)

But just because jaune doesn't have the confidence or understanding doesn't mean he can't be cool.

He just can't be cool all the time. Jaune is a terrible liar and he's just upfront alot of the time. He's genuine and he is metaphorically unable to actually hurt people without getting welled up with emotions.

He's only killed ONE person, ONE actual person and we all know what that did to me. He broke and he was probably horribly traumatized.

Next is number 3

3: JAUNE IS NOT A SEX PRO.

Do I even need to elaborate on this? Please I don't want to elaborate on this!

I have to? Oh god... Ok FINE I'll elaborate

There are many, MANY jaune fics that I don't like in certain aspects. And if their smut expecting to see atleast one thing.

Jaune not being a Dom. Or you know, not having experience.

Jaune.. is a idiot and he's... He's not skilled in a lot of things. And one thing that just BURNS me is jaune switching up and being all dominant and aggressive (that's one of the things I wanna avoid writing jaune as)

Just let the noodle be tender or Inexperienced, At least if this is his first time.

And on a semi-related note I remember reading this one nightshade fanfic that I really liked, where it had Blake asking Weiss for advice on Jaune when it came to sex and in the fic Blake had experience meanwhile jaune didn't and was nervous if they did fuck he wouldnt reach a vague standard he put. It was a really good fic, it was really hot as well and I can't find it and it drives me up the fuckin wall because I really wanna read it again because it helped prove my point when it comes to jaune having sex and it's just- UGH. (Please if you know what the fick is just message me the link I beg you, PLEASE of you find send it to ME!)

Look I just REALLY like jaune (to a concerning degree even) and I just REALLY wanna talk about how I view him and I just... I just can't cause I suck at writing essays cause my brains just-

"ok I'm gonna write this- OH I GOT A NEW IDEA IM GONNA WRITE THIS- oh but theres also this and- BUNNY RABBIT"

Ugh I hate my brain and my attention span.

Anyway my trashy opinions on my second favorite character aside. Have a golden day and cheers.

Rock on till ya drop tata mothafuckers 🤘

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby ships #my opinions are terrible.

[dappersautismcreature]

ngl it is wild being a viewer of one team pov (red btw, hello from the other side lol) and then going and checking out what people watching the other team pov are saying and seeing such wildly different interpretations and discourse surrounding the same series of events LOL. like each side is like it’s the Other team that has a victim complex, no one has suffered like we have, they don’t know how good they’ve had it listing all these examples fhjdkdk people see things one way from their chosen pov and get Angry and then are told it was a total misinterpretation by someone who watched another pov and then are like, oh. understandable and then the cycle repeats, it’s surreal, purgatory is truly a very unique competitive viewing experience lmao

yeah... what can ya do. the only true imbalances, in my view of course, are audience power. like i think That is where most of blue mains defensiveness comes from.

like even the ccs are pointing that part out. and bad especially gets so much fuckin hate even from blue mains its awful.

but with the rest, idk man, blue and red have both fucked eachother over. i will say in my biased opinion, both teams have victim complexes but i think red ccs feed into it more? especially surrounding bad? like when philza today said "i hope red is the cursed team so the eggs deaths can be on bad" 💀 that was awful, that was what red stan twt talks about and then the next sentence theyll say "i hope dapper dies brutally in front of bad" << that shit is not fun to hear.

saying ur team has suffered is chill, its purgatory, everyone has spent hours watching their team be miserable. but idk man ive never seen a blue main say "i hope -insert egg here- dies in front of red so they can be guilty and horrified" (i have seen people saying that they hope the cursed team is blue so red team can stop holding the first day over blue" so ya know, not perfect)

ive said this since day one, an eye for an eye makes the world blind. at this point both teams are blinded severely and it doesnt matter who blinded who when and how and with what tool, theyre just both blind and miserable. like? my only issue is with how the teams respond on a semi meta level, not the atrocities, really.

and anon if you wanna point out some examples of shitty things i or other blue mains say, feel free, id love to see ur point of view like. thats the only way to get past bias, is reaching a hand over and sharing information. how else, ya kno0w?

sorry for the ranttt just have so many thoughts. also might have derailed ur point but O____O what can ya doooo.

#im serious about sending me those shitty things blue mains say #sharing ifnormation and POVs is the only way to combat misinfo #asks #qsmp crit #red neg #ish? #idk mannn

[soudakuwunmoment]

expressing my take on dream is how i finally get cancelled but tbh im ready.

so i just watched the moistcritical video on whatever bullshit happened on twitter regarding him.

i wanna establish that im not exactly a dream fan. i dont watch videos of his or really anyone from that part of youtube. i dont think hes that great of a person necessarily.

also, i want to establish that i am an idiot 18yo boy. ight? im not some kind of expert on this shit. its literally just my take. its an opinion. and im putting it on the internet. as people tend to do.

okay. recap. dream allegedly sent snapchat videos of him moaning to a minor. there is zero proof that the video was from him, and zero proof that it was sent to a minor. then the fight between dream and gumballva. oh my god. guys. god i cant even with this bit. alright alright ill get to it

im gonna completely fuckin disregard the snapchat thing. theres absolutely no proof. innocent until proven guilty, as it goes.

about the fight between dream and gbva. holy shit stop taking sides. both of these men are immature man babies whos fame got to their head. "it was a physical fight!!!!!!" believe it or not, drunk slapfights happen sometimes. just because the fight was between two famous guys doesnt make it any more important or significant.

gbva was referring to himself as Michelangelo. he was saying how dream is "miniscule compared to him" like the worlds most pathetic dick measuring competition. he mentioned his "intellectual stature" guys. my friend told me about how the gumball va TOTALLY BURNED DREAM and DESTROYED HIM so i had high expectations. but no. the guys just stroking his own ego and shittalking some other guy, and people are hype about it because the other guy is dream and OOOOOOO DREAM BAD GUYS.... and because gumball is pretty well loved as a show. he called dream a slur. like on one hand, it is INSANE to me that a famous guy called someone a slur and twitter cheered. on the other hand its actually not that big a deal. yes, slurs and homophobia are a big deal. but let me reiterate that this is literally just two drunk dudes trying to roast each other and failing miserably. a slur isnt going to end the world. like it isnt cool that he said it, he shouldnt have said it, but honestly what the fuck ever. people are being killed in mass rn and this is what we're arguing about and im part of the problem so WAHOO.

and then theres the fact that dream recorded it. guys its not that fucking weird. im sorry to burst your bubble but recording arguments or recording when someone is aggressive towards you isnt abnormal. was it a little bit dramatic and incredibly childish to post it on twitter? yeah!!! duh!!! this is dream we're talking about. dramatic. childish. but the thing is, and hear me out, hes allowed to do that. insane as it may be, humans are allowed to be dramatic and childish. humans are allowed to brag about their "intellectual stature" in a cab after a night out. humans are allowed to be flawed. no, i dont think he was recording it due to feeling unsafe. i do in fact believe he was recording it to start drama. i believe whole heartedly that dream recorded the argument hoping his teenaged fanbase would run to his rescue. and you know what? who gives a shit!! are you actually surprised? are you REALLY? because dream very obviously has something wrong in his head. im not saying that the shit he does is okay because of it. but i want everyone reading this right now to imagine how you would realistically cope if you suddenly became famous during the fucking plague at the ripe ass age of 21 in the span of a month and then spent the next 3 years being either worshipped by children in mass or brutally harassed by literally the entire world. because believe it or not, 21 year olds are immature and are not normally equipped to deal with a situation like that. its entirely possible that dream already had issues, and its also entirely possible that he FORMED issues in the past 3 years due to the intense stress of his situation. dream is fucked up. dream has issues.

but listen to me. as far as we know, dream is not a pedophile or a murderer or a racist or a homophobe or any of that shit. sure, hes awful at babysitting each and every one of his bajillion preteen fans, but thats kinda not his fucking responsibility??? if a kid is going around doing awful shit in the name of some guy, blame the kids parents. its their job to teach their kid how to act online and around other people. and sure, dream is very very likely a narcissist and seems to be incapable of criticism and needs attention constantly or else he keels over like a scared gerbil and dies. hes kind of a shitty fuckin guy!! BUT GUESS. WHAT. so is like 70% of the population!!!! most of us are fucking awful!!

i know i cant change shit, i know id get bodied by even a single dream anti. i just wish people would stop giving him attention, leave him the fuck alone, and let him get therapy or spend a year in the woods or smoke some fucking weed idk.

seeing the reaction people have to literally just some schmuck makes me TERRIFIED of putting myself out there. can we all just accept that everyone is flawed and sometimes good people have shitty takes or do shitty things. if you had the same exposure to the world that dream did, how quickly would YOU get cancelled? im just. im fucking begging you to look at this guy (and other equally underwhelming schmucks) with a critical mind and context to why you may see them the way you do.

im not tagging this shit i dont hate myself that much. i dont mind if no one reads this i just wanna rant. just leave the guy be.

[heartz4aspenn]

my ex dared me to write this and i found it in my google docs

uh hi first post woo! Cw: sex, scara steps on you but tbh if ur looking for scara smut you probably want that, scara is mean to u but u like it, both of them are in your orafaces, keaya is a great wingman

You were sitting at the bar with your friend, Kaeya. He once again dragged you out for an ‘exciting night on the town’ ; so far that has played out to be utter bullshit.  “Come on, Y/n. I’m sure you’ll find something worthwhile. That is if you can actually muster the courage to talk to someone.”

You only rolled your eyes at his antics. “Kaeya, if I wanted to have a good night, I wouldn’t even be here. Not everyone finds someone to hook up with every time they go out,” you retorted.  Suddenly, almost comically, someone tapped your shoulder.

So much for nobody coming to bother you.

You turn around to be greeted with a short, purple haired male dressed in mostly black. “I don’t see any point in beating around the bush, so I’ll spare you the niceties. Me and my friend-“ he gestures over to a blonde man with a streak of red in his hair, “- think you’re hot. Wanna hook up? I’ll even buy you a drink.”

You stare at him in utter shock. Normally Kaeya’s the one getting propositioned, not you. “I- what- HUH?? Me??? Let me think,” you immediately turn to Kaeya “what do i do?????”

Kaeya stares at you unamused. “Say yes,” the man whisper-shouts. 

As you turn back to the purple haired man, you muster up all the courage you can find. “Uhm.. sure!” god, good fucking going, you seriously couldn’t come up with a better response? “By the way, I’m y/n,” you add, trying to diffuse some of the tension.

He nods, “Scaramouche. Come with me.” Cold much? Still, you oblige. You wave Kaeya goodbye and hurry after Scaramouche.  

You are led to a table at the leftmost side of the bar. The man sitting at the table gives you a gentle wave; he seems much friendlier than his purple haired counterpart. “Hello there. I hope Scaramouche wasn’t too brash. He tends to scare people away-“ the red-eyed male chuckles, ”I am Kazuha, and you?”

“I’m Y/n, nice to meet you, Kazuha,” you steel your nerves as you sit on the opposite end of the table.Kazuha gives a reassuring grin as Scaramouche sits besides him. 

“Would you two cut it with the fuckin’ flirting? You aren’t on a date, this is just a hookup.”

Of course Scaramouche had to butt in. You shift your eyes to look at him, clearly irritated. “Scaramouche, this is called being nice,” Kazuha explains sarcastically, “but what you say has some level of truth. Y/n, Just so you know what’s to come, me and Scaramouche would like to.. share you, for lack of a better word. Is that one hundred percent okay with you?”

You feel a strange mixture of fear and excitement puddle in your stomach. Still, you’ve made your decision “Yeah. It’s better than being dragged to some random bar and being miserable.”

And that’s how you ended up at some random apartment, kneeling before two guys you barely know. An air of tension filled the bedroom, everyone unknowing of what the other would do. Thankfully, Scaramouche spoke up soon enough. “Well if you’re just gonna fuckin’ stand there then I’ll take my turn first.”

The violet-eyed male leaned down to your level, roughly taking your face in his hand, almost inspecting you. Suddenly he slammed his lips onto yours, a faint taste of gin complimenting his rough lips. Scaramouche’s hands trailed up your shirt, scrambling for purchase on your waist. Your eyes fluttered, getting accustomed to the feeling of pleasure.

He started to ever so slightly nip at your bottom lip, causing you to whimper slightly, losing yourself in a mix of pain and pleasure. Scaramouche pushes you down so that you’re now half-laying on the ground as he starts to harshly bite and suckle at your collarbone.

“Fuck..” you gasped out, unprepared for the stinging pain of the male’s teeth. 

“Can’t even take that? Fucking pathetic.”

Kazuha sent a disapproving glare to Scaramouche. “Now, now. You should be nicer to her,” the blonde admonished, sauntering over to the pair.

“Oh, shut up. I bet the little whore likes it-“ your core started to heat up at the belittling nickname, “doesn’t she? You can even check for yourself.” There was definitely a truth to his words, as much as it pained you to admit it.

Sure enough, when Kazuha ran a finger experimentally over your clothed folds, he was surprised with just how wet you were. “Oh my. I suppose what he said is quite true, hm?” you nodded as your cheeks and ears turned progressively pinker.

“Can I get back to what I was doing now?” Scaramouche was turning out to be quite the attention hog..

“I think it’s time I get a chance with her,” Kazuha muses, running his hands up and down your sides, sending shivers down your spine. If Scaramouche is annoyed by this, he doesn’t voice it. Kazuha kisses your jawline ever so gently, occasionally pausing to suck on particular spots. It feels feather light compared to the assault you had previously experienced.  

Kazuha slides his hand down your skirt. Then, he tugs your underwear to the side. You wince slightly at the touch of his cool fingers on your heat. “I’ll try to be as gentle as possible, dove,” and with that, Kazuha pushed two slender fingers into your cunt. 

God, he was fucking good with his fingers. The sound of your pants and mewls filled the bedroom, your hand twining itself into Kazuha’s blonde locks. 

“God.. so fuckin’ good… dont stop,” you murmured inbetween gasps, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening evermore. You were close. He started to curl his fingers with every movement, hitting your sweet spot. 

You felt yourself cumming as you reached your climax, pulsing around his fingers. Kazuha chuckled, but wordlessly removed his soaked fingers from your core. “Oh.. you’ve made quite the mess,” he positions his fingers in front of your mouth, “Go on, clean it.”

Although your face reddened at the demand, you nodded and put his fingers in your mouth; you could clearly taste your essence. Once his fingers were clean, you pulled them out of your mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’ noise.

“Alright, you had your fun. My turn,” Kazuha only tsked at the violet eyed male’s antics and stood up. Scaramouche placed his foot on your back and pressed down until you were on your hands and knees. That’s where he wanted you.

Your underwear was already pushed to the side, so Scaramouche didn’t have to do much more than roughly thrusting into you, quickly bottoming out. He didn’t even give you time to adjust to his size, just started thrusting at an inhuman place. “fuck.. slow down!” you demanded.

Even though the initial pain had subsided, you still couldn't handle this much pleasure this suddenly. If Kazuha picked up on this, he did a good job of not showing it. It almost seemed like he encouraged it.

“You know, dove.. I think you could handle both of us at once, right? You can do it, I promise I’ll be gentle,” Kazuha’s words seeped into your ears like honey, and in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to say yes. You nodded your head hurriedly, signaling for him to join.

He undid his belt buckle, releasing his length. The blonde gently cupped your cheek as he guided his tip into your mouth. As he slowly thrusted into your mouth, tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the stimulation of both Kazuha and Scaramouche. 

You choked on your moans, letting out little more than a pathetic hum around Kazuha’s cock. He let out a low groan. “Stars.. you’re taking me so well.. Keep going,” he praised. 

This set something off in Scaramouche, if the harsh, now erratic thrusts are anything to go by. You felt your second climax of the night swiftly approaching, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. 

You clutched onto the carpet, moans gagged by Kazuha’s length in your throat as your climax came. Even after you rode out your highs, Scaramouche kept thrusting. It was clear he wouldn’t stop until he came.

Triggered by your pulsing heat, Scaramouche gives one last thrust before warm spurts of cum cover your walls. He quickly pulls out, leaving you whining at the sudden emptiness inside you, save for the cum quickly running down your thighs. 

Kazuha finished soon after, filling your mouth with the salty flavor of his seed.  As he pulled out of your mouth, you made sure not to spill any of it. Although the taste wasn’t the most desirable, you made sure to swallow it all.

“You did so, so well, dove,” Kazuha coos, helping you to your feet, “now let's go get you cleaned up, hm?”

yeah sorry if this is bad i wrote this in like 7th grade

#kazuha x reader #scara x reader #smut #mediocre #at best #idk what else to put in the tags #kazuha x you #kazuha kaedehara #genshin #kazuha x wanderer #wanderer

[crimsun-n-clover]

i get kin assigned characters constantly

“you remind me of crowley goodomens”

“you’re sooo like eddie strangerthings”

“has anyone ever told you that you remind them of jon magnusarchives?”

“you look like dream sandmancomics haha”

“southpark goth kid”

fuckin etc etc with anyone who’s a gay edgelord loser.

you wanna know who i REALLY relate to??

—zuul / vince clortho ghostbusters - evil demon dog muppet thing that’s really horny for sigourney weaver. breathes like it also has POTS and lives in a fridge sometimes. fucks around and finds out. inconvenienced? turns to stone.

—lego batman - loser but funny and deadpan enough for it to be passable. miserable and likes objectively bad music. fuckin bats. lives in the dark and is nocturnal. will adopt some random sad kid that crosses my path as my own and take them to sketchy places because hey, we’re here for a good fucking time kid.

—luke skywalker - gay hillbilly who befriends insane old people. too much like his father. just wants to drive around in his shitty little car and move out. pretty girl says something and he just goes okay that’s my purpose now. will steal shit if necessary. gets bored and overthrows the empire. will make deals at a bar with some rando criminal and suddenly whoops ride or die bestie

—samwise gamgee - so meow meow. so dyke. so hopelessly devoted. loves plants and some light drinking. holds serious fucking grudges. thinks the weird pretty little brunette is hot, snoops on him a little, suddenly is taking the ring to mordor because he knows too much. yeah sounds about right. not to get into his actual character or anything but DAMN that shit gets too real sometimes.

—daria mtvdaria - bitch with one friend. music nerd and total asshole, but in an autistic way. everyone around her either thinks she’s weird or almost admires her ability to just be so indifferent to social norms. parents push her in the wrong direction in an attempt to better her.

list to be continued.

now let me give some counter arguments.

—crowley goodomens - i may be a sunglasses indoors, all black wearing queer, who presents as any and all genders whenever, is kinda evil but in a campy disney villain way, raises bitchy kids, is very attached to their car, drives too fast, is a queen / velvet underground superfan, fucking WHATEVER. my polar opposite oldest best friend i was in love with hates my fucking guts. so SUCK IT. i WIN. and also i’m temporarily banned (self imposed, no one controls me but ME) from the velvet underground and queen because that shit gets too real when you’re gay and heartbroken. don’t fucking look at me right now man i can’t do this shit

—eddie strangerthings - really?? the cult of vecna??? temple of elemental evil is where it’s AT. he may have kiddos like me but he doesn’t LOVE THEM LIKE ME. i simply cannot see him taking sweet sweet lucas sinclair (who has done nothing wrong ever. in his entire life.) to waffle house. i do also have a rivalry with the basketball captain and therefore the whole team, but they only tried to hunt me down once and i intimidated them by chugging condiments. i play bass like a REAL sexy metalhead. and megadeth is better than metallica i don’t fucking CARE what you think. my battle jacket is way more kickass and i would love the smack the shit out of him for making dungeons and dragons “ohh!! that’s the stranger things game!!! the eddie game!!!!” and also people assume i’m talking about him when i bring up EVH. no. NO.

—jon magnusarchives - yeah okay maybe. skeptical asshole who’s that way to cope. you can’t explain it? i sure can. there’s something wrong with you. i’d at least like to think that i’m less of a dick and more sympathetic than him. also georgie is SO my type i would NOT be able to live with her as a fugitive like it’s nothing. rough exterior, cat loving and book nerd interior. but at least i’d be a hunt avatar. put fear into people the way i’ve felt it. the eye is kinda lame unless you’re an avatar and can just know shit. and when i find an author i like i immediately eat up everything they’ve ever written i don’t fucking care i love seeing common themes. also i would never talk shit about poetry it’s so fun

—dream sandmancomics - this one is mostly based on appearance and i haven’t finished the comics so like idk man but i feel like i’m better than him. just because.

#FUCK OFF TUMBLR

[firelord-frowny]

lol been a While since ive bitched about Gender Feelings

sometimes i legit feel like ~transness~ wouldn’t be such an emotionally and existentially distressing experience if it weren’t for the fact that society* insists on separating every. fucking. thing. into Girl and Boy. 

Colors. clothing. general fashion/aesthetic. taste in music. favorite animals. hobbies. movie genres. lmao even music instruments omfg. dudes getting made fun of for playing the flute bc it’s Too Girly. girls getting made fun off for playing the trombone because it’s Big And Masculine and surely a wee little dainty lady is better suited for a harp, or perhaps, The Triangle. 

people bend over backwards to cram everything into neat Gender Boxes, and that’s the only reason, I think, why some people feel such a desperate need to add more boxes. more options. instead of having just two categories, add a third! a fourth! a fifth! mix-and-match if you please! 

and honestly, that alone isn’t SO bad, i don’t think, but the thing that really fucks it all up is the fact that Society uses a person’s perceived gender as a way of deciding how to treat that person. We expect that a man should behave This Way toward other men and That Way toward women. we expect women to be Like This with other women, and Like That with men. And because it’s such a deeply rooted expectation, people want so desperately for others to interact with them in a manner that affirms their gender, whether they’re cis or trans or fluid or whatever else. a cis woman is liable to feel uncomfortable if someone interacts with them in a way they feel men are interacted with. a cis man would get weirded out by platonic acquaintances who, perhaps, pull out their chair for them, or open a door and gesture politely for them to go inside. a trans dude might feel utterly gutted if someone describes them as a cutie pie. 

can you imagine if that shit was a non issue? If your gender didn’t influence the way strangers interact with you in an elevator? if your gender didn’t inform what kind of small talk a person initiates with you? If the way people interact with you didn’t serve as a constant reminder that the body you live in is at odds with the way you feel you were meant to be perceived??

i’m not even saying that i think transness would cease to exist under those circumstances. but i think it would definitely be a lot less painful. i think the prospect of having to live your whole life without ever transitioning wouldn’t seem like such a miserable fate. it wouldn’t make you wanna jump off a fucking bridge every time someone incorrectly assumed your gender. the task of coming out to everyone you ever knew wouldn’t feel quite so daunting. 

sometimes i feel like i hate the fact that there’s even a need for so many ~new~ words and concepts to describe people’s gender experience. like, i don’t hate that people create language to describe these things, and I don’t hate the language, but i DO hate the fact that it’s necessary, because it exists, in part at least, to ease the suffering and bring comfort to people who are constantly reminded that there’s no room for them in the two Big Boxes that everyone else fits into. 

if there were no boxes, there’d be no need to fit in anywhere in particular. and if there was no need to fit in anywhere in particular, people could feel free to simply exist and not feel pressure to either pretend to be something they’re not, or go out of their way to prove to the world that they are what they are. 

hate it. its exhausting. 

i dont fuckin care about gender or what words people use to describe me or what words i use to describe myself. i don’t need to be a ~man~ and i don’t need to be Not A Woman and i don’t need to be genderfluid or nonbinary or transmasculin. i literally just wish i was born more or less anatomically male. that’s it. that’s all! literally do not care about my ~pronouns~. literally do not care what assumptions someone might make about me based on neither the gender they think i am, nor the gender i know i am. my gender is about ME and MY comfort in MY body. it’s got shit all with what anyone else sees or thinks when they look at me. i mean yeah, it would be hella nice if someone could glance at me and know what i know about myself. but i don’t need to be devastated by the fact that that’s not the case. the two most important things i am are a writer and a musician and nobody knows that about me at first glance and it doesn’t kill me. so why should i, emotionally, require that people know i’m ~a dude~ at a glance?? 

i did used to feel like it was a crushing blow to be seen as something i’m not. and then it dawned on me that there’s no reason why the I Don’t Care What People Think Of Me attitude, which I’ve always embraced, should inexplicably exclude gender. 

anyway, it makes my soul sad to see all the ways a gender-obsessed society wounds people. 

idk, i don’t even necessarily think it’s automatically a bad or harmful thing for people to make assumptions or behave a certain way toward people on the basis of what gender they think they are (as long as they’re coming from a respectful place, obviously.) I just wish we didn’t have to have such strong emotional attachments to gendered expectations.

#*obligatory disclaimer that i'm talking about MY society as in the one i live in and am familiar with #hella hate when somebody makes a statement about their experience in the place where they live #and then somebody swoops in out of nowhere to bitch about how #~ahem you dumb idiot ignorant imperialist scum american #the circumstances you're describing don't exist in my rural argentinian town how dare you~ #like oh my fucking god chill #people literally do not have to provide context for every little thing they say #people can talk about shit as generally as they like and if it doesn't apply to something else #then so fucking what omfg if it doesn't apply then it doesn't apply. move the fuck on #if you're curious about the details of what a person is sharing then uhhh idk maybe you could FUCKING ASK??? #and if you don't care enough to ask then you also don't care enough to get mad about it. #go away

[shi-daisy]

what do you think of Elaine?

Short answer anon, I hate her.

Long answer, oh boy.

So Elain in book 1 wasn't much of character but rather a plot device. We learn she likes plants and gardening, especially flowers. (Cool why the hell didn't she plant edible flowers or something stull baffles me) we learn she's 'kind' still graceful and probably their dad's favorite. Okay, then Feyre is off to Prythian and we don't see her again till later. Though I will point out there's a scene where she recoils from Feyre because she's 'dirty' but we were just told she's a gardener, why you pulling away from dirt if you garden? Unless she was pulling away from her sister, in which case that's cold. Funny that doesn't get scrutiny unlike Nesta.

In any case then we see her again thriving after the family gets their fortune back, good for her I suppose. Until she's complaining that Nesta is gloomy and that might upset their new friends. Girl check on your sister maybe?! Nope, Feyre deals with that instead and Elain is right there with Daddy trying to get Feyre suitors.

Book 2 and 3 I felt sad she was forced to turn and lost her fiance and life, so at least on those books I was neutral to her and she did have great moment with helping to take down Hybern. Otherwise tho, I didn't care much.

Then comes the novella and I am ready to throw hands and win against her. So Elain got mated to Lucien. She's not happy about, she just lost the man she loved, her father, her humanity, had powers she needs to control and seems to be getting on better with a diffrent man.

Okay, that's understandable, I felt bad for her in that situation and yes just cause she's mated to Luce doesn't mean she owes him shit. So, she could just tell him politely to back off, tell him to wait or outright reject the man if she's certain she wants nothing to do with him. He'd be heartbroken but would understand. Well nope, she ignores Lucien as if he is a ghost and doesn't even acknowledge him. Sorry what? Girl, have the spine to talk to him directly! Tell him no, speak to the man even if it's to tell him off! No can do, Feyre is the one dealing with it (poorly I might add but this is about Elain)

There's also the fact that in book 4 she is dismissive of Nesta. This woman bended over backwards while traumatized to help you when you were losing your shit and now that she needs support 'Ewww I don't wanna go to a tavern ickkkk' Some sister she is.

Worst of all, none of this is called out. Unlike Nesta who Rhysand is determined to break into bits 'Elain is Elain' and she's scrutinized for nothing and the narrative wants me to think she's innocent and naive baby. Press X to doubt, she reads like she's cutesy and manipulates people with that.

Come book 5 I wanted to toss her. She doesn't take Nesta's side, gets mad she didn't heal in a week (Even tho Elain is still healing and took like few months to be functional again) and then at the party she goes 'Were you paid to attend this one too?'

I would've scalped her for this! Fuckin bitch how dare you complain Nesta isn't healed fast enough and then say shit like this to her! She is a dog, as long as she's not caged or pushed to search for the troves she keeps her yapper shut and let's them throw Nesta around and make her miserable. People say she's also a victim of Rhysand but no. If she was she'd fight against him, she'd confront him like Feyre did (for a while at least) and Nesta. But she does not push, she knows Rhys likes her so remains meek and calm and let's everyone else take the fall. She might complain if she's pushed towards Lucien but who knows maybe he'll break it off upon seeing her misrable.

I hate this woman. I'm dreading the fact that if her endgame is Elucien she won't be forced to apologize like Nesta and Feyre were no no no, instead Lucien will have to apologize to her (and maybe even renounce Tamlin. Luce if you do that I'm not having mercy on you either!) and he'd probably have to become a High Lord too cuz God forbid Elain over here lives a simple life with the exiles. He'll be forced to change for her and she's gonna still be portrayed as uwu baby cuz she's pink and cutesy. Gross.

If her endgame is Elriel at least Luce has a shot at a better partner and she and bland emo are equally dull so they don't ruin better characters (please Gwyn get away from that shadow moron you're too good from him!) Though knowing SJM she might just make Lucien a villain if Elriel is Canon cuz God forbid the Night Court be called out for trying to force them together and use Lucien.

Wish fulfillment tbh, that Lucien tells her 'One of the reasons I left Spring was to see if you were worth it. I got my answer, you weren't' I'd fucking cheer if this happens I'd frame it on my wall. I would love that. Cuz omg do I really hate her. This is why I didn't save her in my fic.

Elain exudes 'I use my cuteness and innocence to get what I want' and if intentional this would make her a cool character. A feminine woman using her wilds to keep herself out of danger and trouble, yeah I'd like that. But SJM keeps insisting this woman is baby and after all we've seen so far I just don't buy it.

Perhaps she could fix her in her book if she says sorry to Nesta and Lucien (even if it's likely they'll say 'Don't worry bout it') and if she yells at Rhys for pushing her on Lucien and using her as a bargaining chip with Nesta. Do that and she could be fixed real quick but I doubt that'll happen so for now I'm not a fan.

Hope this answers your question anon!

#ask #anon #acotar ask #anti elain

[sharksa-shivers]

Nucleo dialog dump because i 💚you radiation boyo

Coworker: (pinches nose, annoyed)Nathan, aren't you in your 30s? Why are you painting your nails and believing in childish things like aliens? What's wrong with you?

Nucleo:(glances over, sighs before turning around and responding) You're bout 48 right? Why are you already such a stick in the mud? Kids don't call you anymore do they? Ever wonder why that is? Cuz i can take a couple guesses…

Coworker:(he kind of sneers, obviously Nucleo hit a nerve, we see Nucleo kind of smirk, tries to rebuttal back)You're one to talk! You don't even have kids!!!! 30 with nothing!!! No wife, no house, no kids, nothing!!!!

Nucleo:(amused)Cuz i have other priorities…Like finding aliens and collecting metal albums cuz that's what i wanna do…(shrugs)I mean…I'm happy and you seem miserable so i mean, i must be doing something right, yknow? --------- Nucleo:(Frustrated as hell, driving The Trio derps back to The Campsite)What is it with you kids and getting yourselves into insane trouble all the time huh??? Literally i just…(inhales and exhales, collecting himself, annoyed)Look…I literally just like…I just want to have a normal Thursday afternoon at work. Do my job, help people, get paid, all that good shit…I get off at 5, wanna order take out sushi, pick it up, go home and then watch shitty cheesey alien movies from the 80's okay? That's all i want…That's it! But fuckin…Everyday, it's something!!! You get yourselves into something or Orange drags me into something or just SOMETHING!!!! IT'S ALWAYS SOMETHING!!!!!!!

(It's quite til Max speaks, being a smartass)

Max:(immediately wrecks this merman)…Why do you agree to do all of Orange Hair's crap then? Is it cuz you just…Like being her bitch or…?

Nucleo:(he slams on the breaks and just sits there, The Trio derps all just looking nervously at him and each other…Nucleo just looks like he's about to fucking snap, quite as he just anxiety laughs)…I…We're moving on. No more fucking talking. Shut up. ------ Nucleo:(enraged)No???? What the hell???? Orange, they're kids, they're teenagers, they DON'T need to be doing this!!!!

OH:(shrugs)I mean…Max likes it so…

Nucleo:(huffs out a breath, annoyed and irritated)Max likes alot of shit he shouldn't like, he tried to hack into multiple bank accounts the other day…

Max:(just overhearing)YOU GUYS KNOW THAT I CAN HEAR YOU RIGHT? AND THAT I'D 1000% DO THAT AGAIN???

Nucleo:(yelling back)STAY OUT OF THIS, GOD!!! (Back at OH, angry)You can't just be forcing these kids to do all this dangerous stuff, they should be at the movies and fucking around at the mall, not delivering LITERAL BOMBS ACROSS TOWN FOR YOU!!!!!!! ---------- (Tis the group trip with The Trio and Nucleo where he's tagging along to help with some shit. Max and Kristy are talking about horror movies and shit while Sharky's focusing on driving and Nucleo's just scrolling on his phone.)

Kristy:(she pops over the seat a bit, curious)Wait actually, Hey Nucleo, what would happen to you if you got bit by a zombie? Like…Would it actually do anything to you with your disease immunitys or…?

Nucleo:(he sits there, thinking, befuddled)…I…I actually don't know, huh…(sits a moment, thinking)…….Well, i guess that's another paranoia to add to the list. I'd like to say like…I wouldn't get infected but i honestly have 0 clue so????

Max:(gazing at Kristy)Ah yeah, nice, ya broke the man by asking…

Kristy:(awkward)I wasn't trying to!!! I just was curious!!!!

Nucleo:(trying to break it up, a bit mentally construed from the question now)It's fine! It's fine! That actually is a really great question, i just have no idea what the answer is, uhhhh, let's hope we never find out the answer either, huh??? ------------- (Having a convo, probs more early series)

Kristy:(curious)Wait, how old are you Nucleo?

Nucleo:(thinks a moment) 30…No, wait, 31 now. Damnit!!! I'm getting old, can't remember shit anymore…

Sharky:(pipes up)How is 30 old when you literally live like 10,000 years or some crazy shit cuz you're a mer?

Nucleo:(gazes annoyed, a bit exaggerated)Yknow what??? Leave me alone!!!! I don't need that crazy lifespan thrown in my face again!!! I already got enough worries with my life and having to live that long isn't one i wanna talk about right now!! -------- Nucleo is a drummer metal head, a medical scientist of some sort, hardcore believes in aliens, helps The Trio derps, puts up with OH and is one of the main people who will stand up to her, helps his mom regularly with different things and is a merman who has disease immunitys and poison immunitys, idk what else you'd want in an oc honestly... Also his "human" name is Nathanal Raymond Anderson (Cuz humans are gonna look at you sideways if you have a name like...Nucleotitan lol...) I have more shit with him i wanna share so get ready for that lol, i love him so much, i swearrrrrrrrrrrr lolololol

There he is, my son that is literally older then my ass cuz he's in his 30s, here he is lol

#kidnappedseries #kidnappedseries dialog stuff #Nucleo #Nucleotitan

[the-mist-striders]

Episode 5: The Tarot

So last we left off we got this dead guy to the church so that his last rites can be done, and he can go and get buried. Before getting there though in the distance we see the priest drag a body into the chapel.

We needed to persuade him to hurry and do the last rites

We don't see the body he dragged in 

#sus

Then we hear "FATHER IM HUNGRY" being bellowed from a mysterious basement

He just wants us to take him on a late night McDonald's run. No biggy

We ask the priest what's up with that

Hes shifty as fuck, says nothing is wrong

So Kai, Fauna and Amahlia go and see what's up with that while Lucerian and Lilliya are focused on last rites 

We find tracks, locate a room with the body stashed in and a trap door to the basement. Very normal stuff. The priest begs us to not go down there. Informs us that his son was visited by Strahd and now required uh. A special diet

Kai prods a bit and confirms that the priest is in fact killing people for his son

Amahlia is like "imma kill him" 

Amahlia No

Lilliya convinces the priest to let us kill his son, putting his son out of his misery

Priest is a broken man. Says "just make it quick and painless"

Kai, Lilliya, and Lucerian go to the basement to kill the lad

We forbid Amahlia from going with us because Amahlia is kind of a murder hobo. So we have Fauna babysit her outside

The vampire boi is scuttling around in the dark. We locate him, and Lilliya offers to let him drink from her wrist so that they can talk

His name is Dorul

Doru is like "but I wanna drain you all the way tho. All of u"

We tried to the very end to make his death quick and painless but Doru has like… 1 brain cell and that brain cell is hungry

He fucking lunges at Kai because he thinks she'll be easier to take out

Surree go for the blind bitch. I see u

Combat is initiated

He did try to bite Kai but failed.

Not sure if you'd even wanna drink cursed blood but idk

Our "quick and painless" attempt to put Doru out of his miserable existence becomes a bunch of loud noises and him screaming

Dorus father listening to as the adventurers loudly struggle to kill him quickly

At the end he is in the bargaining stage of grief

Begs us to not kill him and instead use him

Says he'll eat our enemies

When that doesn't work he says "I'll do anything you wannt"

Lilliya is like "we want you to die"

which is very 'Mr Obama I'll do anything for uuu' 'Then perish' energy

He eventually dies. Heath ledger does superstitious rituals like cutting off Dorus head, burning the remains, shoving garlic in Dorus mouth, normal shit

Btw it was pretty funny at the end of Dorus fight because we had him in a corner and we were just beating the shit out of him

A weird side note: the dm showed a picture of him from the book and like. Every woman with an inkling of maternal instinct was like "aweee" meanwhile I'm thinking he looks like a younger Tommy Wisau (if he ever did look younger)

Anyway after we successfully killed him quick and painlessly we find the father being a fuckin mess

Hes eyeballing a rope hanging from the ceiling

Lilliya does talk-no-jutsu to keep him from killing himself and to instead try to bring hope back to the village. Heath Ledger is like "oh shit that's a fire idea. Sorry sister, I know I said I'd escort you to that safer village but I now have a new purpose. Hey adventurers we just met, can you escort her?"

In the background Kai is getting the rope off the ceiling and stashing it in her bag

The last rites for Heath Ledger's dad are done and we have lowered the body into the grave. It's midnight and we get to see what this "midnight parade" the locals are talking about is

It's a long line of the ghosts of adventurers before us who tried to take on Strahd just walking off a cliff single file

And while this is intimidating the idea is kind of funny to me because the line just keeps fucking going and never stops. Like I get it- holy shit how could we succeed when so many failed- but at the same time this is a very comical amount of dead people

So as Fauna watched a comically long line of dead adventurers go off the cliff edge of Strahd's castle (which is perched on a mountain) she has a breakdown

Fauna in the midst of the meltdown asks “Does a place like this even need heroes?"

Kai says "well I'll die anyway. May as well die faster"

Amahlia: "I can help"

Liliya: “It’s places like this that need heroes the most”

3 kinds of people

We stay the night at the church as the priest is under suicide watch.

Kai is the guardian of the rope.

The priest before bed has pie with Fauna. Causing them to have blissful dreams (the pies have that effect)

The next morning we set out to meet madam Ava, who according to the group of Vistani wanted to see us. We're taken to a clearing next to a lake full of tents. 

Btw at this Vistani camp there's a Ton of roguish looking dudes who are total snaccs

RiP Kai is dead

Pour one of for Kai 😔🍾

and Rip to the mammoth tusk she carries with her 

We go straight for madam ava 

And are like

Because it's the fucking lady that brought us here and gave us the tarot cards

She tells us in very riddle-y vague terms how to stop Strahd and where everyone should start on their personal goals. Each character got a tarot card.

“ 3 treasures to help kill Strahd”

“The avenger- (Luciren) this treasure lies in a dragon's house. Hands was once clean, now its corrupted Knowledge of the ancient will better still help you understand the enemy.”

“Healer (Amalia) Tells of a powerful force of good and for protection, a holy symbol of great hope, Look to the west. Find a pool blessed by the white of the white sun.”

“Charlatan. (Fauna) This is a card of power and strength. Tells of a weapon of vengeance. A sword of sunlight. I see where you can find it. A lonely mill on a precipice”

“Seer (Kai) This card sheds light on one who will help you greatly in the battle against darkness. Look for a dusk elf. He has suffered a great loss and is haunted by dark dreams. Help him and he will help you”

“Marionette (Liliya) Your enemy is a creature of darkness whose powers are more than immortality Look to great heights. Find the beating heart, the castle, he waits nearby.”

With the direct yet vague instruction of what they should do next, the party must figure out their next move

Please remember to keep Kai in your thoughts and prayers as she survives these trying times of being trapped in a camp of hot guys

😔🙏

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[thewarriorspecial]

Dress Up (CH4 - Raw With Love)

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Rating: Explicit | Guy Gardner/Kyle Rayner, Hal Jordan, John Stewart, Original Character

Additional Tags (All chapters listed): Established Relationship, hand wavy timeline, Lace Panties, Spanking, Lingerie, Oral Sex, Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Character dealing with/avoiding their PTSD, Rimming, Drinking, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Bloody Kisses, Polyamory

Guy reaches his breaking point and everything changes.

Oa, being a larger planet than Earth, took a little longer to spin the whole way around its axis. This left Guy with two extra hours in the dead of night to overthink. Two extra hours every night to lie awake and regret. Two whole hours to pace his apartment; looking in the refrigerator but not grabbing anything, pacing the bedroom and looking at Kyle’s peacefully sleeping form. No sense tossing and turning and bothering Kyle when he was finally getting some rest. 

At zero eight hundred hours, Guy was in Warrior’s and leaning heavily on the bartop. A half-empty bottle of liquor and a glass sat in front of him. He filled the glass again. The sound of the door banging open and closed drew his attention. There was stupid Hal. With his stupid face. And his stupid jacket. “Great. What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Looking for you.”

“Good job, you found me. Now fuck off.” Guy turned back to his glass, determined to ignore Hal out of existence. 

“No. Have you seen Kyle?”

“No I’ve just been living with him for nine years, I never see him though.” If you want his number ask him yourself you fuckin beau-burglar.

“What is your problem right now?”

“Oh! Funny you should ask! I’m the problem, as always. I’m Kyle’s problem. And apparently I’m your problem now.”

“I’ll say. What are you doing with that?” Hal gestured at the bottle with a nod of his head.

“I’m getting fucking wasted.”

“Why? Not miserable enough?”

“Exactly. I don’t wanna feel any of this shit anymore.” Guy downed what was in his glass, so drunk at this point he couldn’t taste it.

“C’mon, stop. That’s really enough.” Hal knew Guy was volatile when he was sober. This was a whole different, rabid animal.

“Get fucked. I’m a grown man. I’ll make my own decisions.”

“Cool, cool. Are you gonna decide to tell me what’s wrong?”

“Told ya, I’m what’s wrong.”

“You’re the reason Kyle’s struggling to recharge?”

Guy hurled the bottle and it exploded against the wall.

“Easy, big guy,” Hal said as he jumped back, “C’mon, that stuff’s not cheap or easy to get out here.”

“You were there? You were there! Of course. Of fucking course you were there. It was you. It’s always you isn’t it?” Guy launched himself over the bar, stalking rapidly towards Hal.

“What?”

Guy grabbed Hal by the jaw, dragging him towards the far wall and pinning him there.

“Jesus! What the fuck??”

Guy pressed their foreheads together painfully, noses smashed together awkwardly. “I will not. Play second fiddle. To Hal Jordan. Anymore.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Get off of me!”

“Does he know? Did you tell him I fucked you first?”

“What?”

“When you were with him yesterday.”

“I’m not fucking your husband.”

“He’s not my fucking husband! FUCK!” Guy let go of Hal’s face, opting to punch the wall behind his head instead. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Each shout was punctuated with another hole in the plaster. “Do you just have a thing for other people’s fiancés?” 

“I wasn’t with him yesterday. He could barely stand to recharge. I let him lean on me. That’s it. Yes, we fucked a couple times. It was before us. It was before you two. It was a long time ago.”

“God! Fuck!” Guy punched the wall again. Of fucking course he was the fucking runner-up again. Always with Hal’s sloppy seconds. “Do you love him?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Do you love him?” Guy didn’t give him a chance to answer, “Of course you don’t. You don’t love anyone. You don’t do relationships.”

“Fuck you!”

“Or was it just me? You’re always going back to the others, but never me.”

“I asked you a question that day and you got all pissed off and you disappeared. You went from trashing this place to acting like nothing ever happened. You stopped talking to me. I thought that’s what you wanted. I thought you hated me.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t trust me.”

“No, Parallax, I don’t.” Guy spat and Hal ground his teeth. “Are you going back to Kyle?”

“No. Guy. Jesus. I’m not sleeping with your…with Kyle.” The Parallax insult had Hal on edge. He was torn between wanting to punch Guy in the face and not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Did you love him back then?” Guy asked as he rummaged under the bar, not entirely sure what he was looking for beyond something to do with his hands—some reason to not look Hal directly in the face.

“In my own way.”

“And me?” Guy’s voice was suddenly distant

“Yeah,” Hal sighed with resignation.

“Oh,” Guy’s eyes snapped up to meet Hal’s. 

__

“You’re back!” Kyle sprang up from the couch when he heard Guy land on the balcony. 

“You’re wearing my jersey.” Guy grumbled as he pushed passed Kyle and into the kitchen.

“Oh, you usually don’t mind. Is that okay?” Kyle was suddenly rethinking his little role-play surprise. 

“You’ll wear my numbers but you won’t wear my ring.”

“This again?” Kyle sighed.

“This again.” Guy mocked.

“Are you drunk?”

“Am I awake?”

“What’s wrong?”

“How long have you been running around this thing with Hal?”

“Are you fucking serious?” Kyle snapped, “How am I running around on you when my dick doesn’t work?” 

“It suddenly worked just fine yesterday. Until you came home.” Guy waved his arms, pointing accusingly towards Kyle with his whole hand.

“Do you have any idea what I’m going through? What happens to me? The things I see? This is killing me!”

“Nah, I’m just losing sleep and getting blackout drunk because it’s fun.”

“You didn’t tell me you were having nightmares again,” Kyle said softly.

“It never stops. I don’t know what’s worse, that you forgot or that you’re so far up Hal’s ass that you just don’t notice.”

“I’m up Hal’s ass? I’m up Hal’s ass? You are so far up John’s ass if you spit it’s coming out of his mouth. You are hanging on his dick like a third nut every goddamn day.”

“John’s my friend. He gets me.”

“And I don’t?”

“You think everything is fine? Do you think this is normal?” Is this normal for me now? 

“You were fine! We didn’t have these problems! We didn’t fight like this! It took a few months but you were normal again. You were okay.”

“I am not okay!! We are not okay!!” Guy grabbed the garbage can, violently upending it over the kitchen table. As he shook it, a pile of glass liquor bottles and beer cans avalanched all over the table. Kyle stared open-mouthed at the evidence of their illness. When was the last time they even cooked in this kitchen? 

“We need to cam down. I don’t want to talk about this right now.”

“You never wanna talk about it. You know what, take that fuckin jersey off, you look like Jamie.”

“Who the fuck is Jamie?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“You sanctimonious fuck muppet! You’re a fucking emotional terrorist!”

“You picked me.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I did. You’re the one I wanted.”

“Wanted,” Guy spat, “You all get sick of me eventually.”

“I’m not sick of you!” Kyle shouted, “I’m not running around on you. I don’t—“

“You don’t what? You don’t want him? You don’t love him?” Guy shrank back from the words tumbling out of his own mouth. The silence that followed seemed to fill the room. Kyle grew more solemn with each passing moment. He sat down in one of the rickety kitchen chairs.

“Guy. Sit down.” Kyle reached his hand out, inviting Guy to sit in the chair next to him. 

“I’ll stand.”

“Please. Please, sit with me.”

“You do don’t you? Still?”

“I love you, Guy Gardner.”

“But.”

“No. Also. I also love other people in my life. Some I’ve lost. Some I’m lucky enough to still have in some way.”

“I’m not coming in second to anyone, Kyle. Especially him. I’m done with that shit.”

“I was honest with you from the beginning. When I said you and only you it wasn’t a concession, it was a choice. I chose you.”

“But.”

“Stop it. He’s my friend. He’s had my back a lot—“

“Yeah you been spending an awful lot of time—“

“He’s had my back a lot—especially recently. He helped me get you home that horrible night, He’s a good man. A good friend. He just listens when I talk.”

“Well I’m sorry I’m the inferior model.” Guy frowned deeply.

“I didn’t say that!” Kyle snapped again, slamming his fists into the table. “I didn’t say any of that shit.”

“This isn’t getting anywhere.” Guy sighed as he turned away.

“Don’t walk away from me.” Kyle growled.

“I need some air.” Guy took off from the balcony, headed back to the bar.

__

Kyle opened and gently closed the poor, worn out door to Warrior’s so that it didn’t slam. He headed into the back corner where he knew Guy would be sitting in his booth. Surprisingly he sat not with more booze but with an empty plate and coffee mug. Kyle stopped next to the booth, leaning on the side of one of the benches.

“I’m sorry about before.” Kyle reached out to gently squeeze Guy’s shoulder.

“So am I.” Guy took Kyle’s hand, laying a soft kiss on his knuckles. Kyle always apologized first, even when it wasn't his fault. He was always the bigger man. 

“Look, we can talk about—“

“You don’t wanna talk. And I’m not gonna force you. But I’m done waiting.” There was a heaviness in Guy’s voice that Kyle had never heard before.

“What do you mean?” 

“You need help I can’t give you. You need so much I can’t give you,” Guy rasped. 

“That’s not true.”

“I’m old, Kyle. And you’re still so young.”

“I’m thirty-six.”

“I’ve tortured you for nine years. That’s enough. You deserve more. You deserve better.”

“What are you saying?” Kyle felt his blood run cold.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Guy grimaced.

“Don't do this," Kyle whispered, face pulling back in terrified grief making Guy's heart ache, "We can work through this. We’ve been through so much.”

“We have," Guy looking into Kyle's teary eyes, "You’re the best I’ve ever had. You are without any doubt in my mind the love of my life.” 

“Then don’t do this.” Kyle begged.

“I have to let you go.” Guy shook his head, lips pressed together in a tight line. “You deserve better," he said as he looked away.

“What about what I want?”

“I love you,” Guy said, dragging his eyes up to look at Kyle again, “I have to do what’s best. I’m turning into him and I won’t do that to you.”

“You are not the coward your father was.” Kyle reached for Guy’s hands again. Guy pulled away, shaking his head. 

“Here,” Kyle’s throat was tight, he could barely press the word out. He reached for the dishes, “Let me take these to the back.”

“No.” Guy laid a firm hand over the cup as Kyle went for it. “You don’t work here anymore.”

“Okay. Guess I’l go pack my stuff.”

“You don’t have to…right this second. I’m not kicking you out. We can go back to two rooms until we find somewhere else to go. Or you can stay and I’ll go. I’ll stay on the couch for now.

Kyle stared down at his feet. His whole world was sinking around him, and him with it. “Do I get to say goodbye?” He croaked out, unable to look up from his shoes.

“What do you mean?”

“Come to bed with me, one last time?”

__

“So what are we now?” Kyle asked, clinging to Guy’s side.

“I don’t know.” Guy held Kyle close, pressing a kiss into his hair. 

__

Guy woke to the sound of Kyle’s ragged breathing. He reached to Kyle’s side of the bed to soothe his nightmare but found the space empty. He sat up, startled. Kyle was fully dressed and sitting on top of the comforter. He had his head in his hands, quietly sobbing.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be out of your room in a minute,” Kyle whispered, muffled behind his palms.

“It’s okay, take your time.” 

__

Kyle was packed and he was leaving for his new sector house. He froze at the threshold, unable to tear his eyes away from Guy’s face, waiting for something to be said.

“Here,” Guy said, moving to take their favorite picture off the wall. It was one of many of Guy hugging Kyle close with big, tired smiles. It had been a special day. The day they had moved in together. He handed it to Kyle, “Take it.”

“You love that picture. You touch it every day.”

“I want you to have it. I want…I want you to remember me. Before I got like this. Please.”

“Okay.” Another pause. It had been nearly a decade since they had parted without a kiss.

Guy wanted so badly to ask where Kyle’s new living quarters were but didn’t dare for fear of hovering outside of his bedroom window night after night like a psycho. He wanted to kiss Kyle goodbye, to wrap him in his arms and go back to the way things were. He wanted Kyle to choose to stay. To fight back. To fight for him. To choose him. But there he stood. Ready to head out into his new life. The one Guy pushed him into.

“See you soon?”

“You bet.”

Kyle stepped onto the balcony. He looked back at Guy, waiting for him to change his mind. Hoping. 

#*myfic #guykyle

[ggsworld777]

Lol I'm sitting out here, right, and the B.Y. neighbors are actually trying to shout insults out over our loud ass backup generator 🤣 James was cracking up laughing like, "Baby, you can tell what niggas ain't gettin' no pussy and what bitches ain't gettin' no dick cuz them the ones stay mad as fuck always tryin' to get atchu for NOTHING, yo. They miserable as FUCK, man. They could be in they house fuckin' each others brains out, instead they wanna post up out here tryin' to yell over a goddamn generator!" 🤣😂🤣 My boy has me roaring with laughter right now because he's kinda right. I've heard different worldly people say the same thing over the years. You can usually tell who isn't getting any sex because they stay uptight with the hoo-rah, rah, rah, RAAAAAAAH! Like, oooooh look at me, I'm so big and bad ass because I think it's cool to try and bully one lone female every chance I get. So poooopulaaaaaar! 🤣😂 Translate: They ain't getting no bedroom action, y'all 🤣😂 Like damn, folks, it ain't THAT bad. Try masturbating. Works for me 🤷‍♀️ Maybe you'll feel better instead of walking and talking like you've got sticks shoved up your vajayjays and buttholes. Ijs lol Chile, all the kindess in the world will never iron the evil out of the B.Y. neighbor's souls. I'm such a good person, while they stayed hating on me I was hoping they'd stay safe and secure during the hurricane. Chile, they've been trying to get at me with negativity since the moment the storm cleared. Smh. They just stay mad and hatin', yo. No attitudes of gratitude anywhere in the picture for them. Glad I'm not like that, like them. Shit, I'm still good on this end, shining my light bright and havin' a good ole time 😎😊😇🤪

[vintagemiserie]

for the first time in goddamn forever: drabble be upon ye!

~

John did not wake up when the phone rang. This was surprising for a moment, since the phone startled Daniel out of semi-consciousness, but ultimately it was understandable. The east coast tour (well, really it was just half a dozen clubs in New England and a couple in the midwest across two weeks) had taken a lot out of all of them, and for all of his outward extroversion at all the parties, John probably came out of the tour the most exhausted.

Daniel squirmed out of his sleeping grasp just enough to reach the receiver. “Hey, this is Daniel,” he said, his own tiredness latent in every word.

“Hey Danny,” Jamie said. He seemed caffeinated. “So, is Johnny there? I wanted to come down sometime today, workshop a couple song ideas, hang out—you know.”

“Oh, yeah, he’s here alright,” Daniel said, “he’s dead fuckin’ asleep, man. The phone didn’t wake him up, me talking didn’t wake him up. Shit, I’m so tired I’m probably gonna do fuckall today, and unlike John I spent the whole tour avoiding people and sleeping, so he’s probably gonna be knocked out for a little while.”

Jamie was quiet. “Yeah, I guess…” he eventually mumbled before collecting himself with a big deep breath. “Maybe I’ll swing by this afternoon anyway. Hey, is he doing okay? I know he was feeling pretty miserable by the end of the tour.”

“He’ll be fine—he always gets there eventually. I think we’ll be able to prepare better for next time, at least,” Daniel said.

He didn’t add that part of the misery wasn’t something John would ever be able to prepare for. The scene in Seattle all knew about their relationship, and outside of the nazis most people were just fine with it. Nobody in Boston or Chicago knew them, though, and even traditions like giving John a hickey before every show were difficult to pull off (which, and perhaps this was just superstitious, was one of the reasons why they were godawful every other show). It was easy to say they’d stay out even as the band took off, but reality was so much scarier.

“I was starting to worry about him,” Jamie admitted.

“He’s easy to worry about sometimes,” Daniel said. “Good thing he has an awesome boyfriend that’s taking care of him, ay?”

“Oh, fuck off.” There was a hint of course laughter, as if Jamie pulled the handset away from his face as he started to break from the sardonic act.

Daniel didn’t have much time to savor the reaction, though, as John roused. It wasn’t much—a slight adjustment of his arm—but enough that Daniel knew not to fly too close to the sun. “Hey, look, how ‘bout we meet up for coffee tomorrow? I gotta go in a sec,” he said, not bothering with getting all that specific. Surely Jamie would understand, but still it was a bit embarrassing to say ‘I don’t wanna wake my boyfriend up’ out loud.

“Yeah, man, of course. We can hash out the details later and I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning, whaddya say?” Jamie said. Perhaps his hyperactive pace was as much borne out of sleep deprivation as it was caffeination or whatever the hell he was on.

“Mm, yeah, okay, sounds good. See ya, man.”

He didn’t wait for a goodbye before stretching forward once again to hang up. Getting back into his morning plans was more important to him anyway, since those plans were ostensibly spending the morning cuddling and maybe getting up eventually to skateboard or something.

#i have another i can toss at yall maybe ill post it tmw idk

[sapnotfoundbutwastaken]

hey!! im new to tumblr but i love your writing and i was wondering if you could do a request for me? basically the reader is assigned to share a dorm with someone in your university, but it so happens that your dorm mate is dream, but you both hate eachother. you can try working out how they start to get a long. it could be something like angry sex or some shit but idk, feel free to play around with it!!!

brat • dream smut

a/n : welcome to tumblr, anon !! so glad you like my writing, here you go :)

POV: first person

gn!reader

pronouns: they / them

gn!physiology

warnings: smut/nsfw, enemies to lovers, “sir”, degradation, very very VERY dom/sub, bottom!reader

University. It was most definitely a mixed bag; you shove your hand into it and have no clue what you’re gonna grab out of it. Was I gonna be sitting out on the grass with my new lifelong best friends, or was I gonna end up in miserable and making half-joking comments about how much I hate my life? I guess the answer ended up being neither, but something much more complicated.

I walked into my dorm room for the first time. It was pretty bare, both of the beds completely stripped of sheets, pillows, and blankets. I walked in, taking in the new environment that I was gonna be surrounded by for the next few months until my first break. ‘This looks... depressing,’ I thought, putting down my backpack as well as the suitcases full of all of my things. I began to unpack.

I heard a person come open the door to the room. “Hey, I’m Clay... I think you’re my roommate. You can call me Dream.” I spun around, looking at him. I simply nodded, not knowing what exactly to say.

“Uh, yeah, I’m [y/n].” I turned back to my clothes, letting the silence that was once there envelope the room once again. He tended to his side of the room as I tended to mine.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” I rolled my eyes. ‘Oh god, he’s one of those people.’

“Uh, I mean I just don’t really know you yet.” I pulled my sheets out of one of the suitcases, unfolding them.

“That’s dumb, how are you gonna get to know me if you’re all quiet?” I ignored his question. I know that simply letting him talk will give me all of the information I need to know about him. “See, you don’t even know what to say, I’m right.” ‘Cocky much?’

“I don’t need to talk to you to know you.” I could almost feel his glare into the back of my head.

He scoffed, “No, you don’t need to talk to me to make assumptions. Tell me one thing you know about me.”

I turned around and looked at him. “First, people only show their good side, so I like to make my own observations of their behavior. For example, you’re cocky as fuck.”

He rolled his eyes, turning back to his bed to unpack his things. “Okay, then here’s my ‘observation’, you’re a bitch.”

“Okay, and you’re an asshole.” I retorted, childishly, before putting in my headphones and deciding to ignore him as much as possible. ‘Out of every fucking person I could be paired with... why him?’

-

I walked from the bus stop up the stairs of the dorm building and to my shared room with... him. Dream, as he told me to call him. As much as I hated his attitude and almost everything about his annoying personality, I had to admit that after a month I was coming around in a way. Maybe I didn’t find him completely unbearable, but I definitely still didn’t like him.

I entered the space and set my bag next to my desk. Dream was laying on his bed, looking at his phone. “Hey, I’m having like 3 friends over here tonight, so could you find a place to stay?” I looked at him, my expression dripping with ‘say deadass’.

“Uh, no? You can’t tell me things like this last minute, dude. This is my place, too,” I stated, letting the truth onto him. His attention darted from his phone to me.

“I can’t just cancel!” He exclaimed in defense.

“Yes you can, and you will! Reschedule it for another time.” He was silent, staring at me.

“Fine,” He mumbled after a moment of quiet. I turned to my desk, taking out my homework for the day and setting it down. I walked into our shared bathroom with some comfortable clothes and turned on the shower. Stripping off my clothing, I stepped in as soon as it was hot enough. I sighed in content, the steaming water caressing my body and relaxing my muscles. 

After a bit of washing myself and relaxing, I turned off the water and stepped out onto the tile. As I changed into my clothes, I could hear Dream talking through the door, “They’re fucking annoying, man, but they’re hot so whatever, I guess.” My eyes widened as he spoke. ‘...me?’

I can’t say that I never found him hot. He’s tall, broad shoulders, pretty green eyes... who wouldn’t be attracted to him? He’s hot, but he’s a dumbass, and I think that’s the only thing that was stopping me from pursuing him.

I walked out after I finished drying my hair, bringing the blonde boy’s attention to me. “I gotta go, talk to you later,” He rushed out, hanging up in a hurry. I quirked a brow at him in confusion.

“What was that about?” I asked, taking a seat at my desk.

“Had to cancel. Nothin’ else.” I chuckled at his attempt to not share much.

“So who’s this hot but annoying person you were talking about?” I questioned, my eyes changing course to look at his face.

His cheeks flared up, his freckled skin turning pink. “Don’t listen in on my phone conversations, bitch,” He said harshly.

I stood up. “Excuse me? Listen, I already told you to stop talking to me like that-”

“You’re so hot when you look like that,” He interrupted me. Now it was my turn to start blushing.

“L-Like what?” I asked, half mumbling.

“When you get all worked up. That’s why I like bothering you so much.” I was stuck in my spot, unsure of what to say to that. The thought of Dream finding me hot was so insanely flustering for whatever reason, and it never occurred to me until that moment. 

He got up, walking over to me. I looked up and into his eyes. “Sometimes, when you make me really mad, I think about slamming you into your mattress,” He said, quietly, making the rasp in his voice stick out. “And just taming you... because you’re just such a brat, sometimes.” My breath got caught in my throat, I felt like I couldn’t even speak. “Sometimes a brat needs to be put in their place, don’t you think?” I nodded. “Use your words.”

“I, uh- yes, sir,” I stuttered out. A smirk pulled at his lips, and his hand made it’s way up to my cheek, cupping my face. He slowly pushed his thumb between my lips, causing me to start sucking it. He pulled it out, my mouth releasing it with a quiet ‘pop’.

“Get on your knees, angel.” I obeyed immediately and got down on my knees. “You wanna undo my belt?”

I nodded, eagerly. “Yes, please?” He nodded, humming an ‘mhm’. I bit my lip as I undid his belt before unbuttoning his jeans. I glanced up at his face before unzipping them as well and pulling them down. I could see the outline of his hard-on through his boxers. I slowly and softly palmed him over the thin material, eliciting a low, quiet moan.

“Take them off, sweetheart.” I nodded and pulled down his underwear, his cock springing up due to the sudden freedom. I licked the palm of my hand before wrapping it around his shaft and slowly moving it up and down. I looked up at his face, seeing his lip between his teeth as I touched him.

“Can I use my mouth, sir?” I asked him, even though I already know the likely answer.

He nodded, “Mhm, use your mouth.” I softly licked the tip of his member before wrapping my lips around it, sucking lightly. I started bobbing my head, taking more of him in my mouth every time I went back down. “Do you think you can deep-throat me, angel?”

I nodded. “C-Can I do that, sir?” He nodded, his hand making it’s way into my hair. I slowly started to take more of him in my mouth, eventually getting to the point of him hitting the back of my throat. I choked a little but pushed through it. I continued to take as much as I could down my throat, Dream softly fucking my face.

“Just like that, baby,” He groaned as I continued to bob my head. He pulled a bit on my hair, sending heat down between my legs. He pulled my head off of his dick by my hair, a string of spit bridging the gap. “Get on the bed, safe word is puppy.” I nodded and jumped up off of the floor and onto my bed.

He yanked my sweatpants down, pulling down my underwear with it. I pulled my shirt over my head and he did the same to himself. “You want my cock, baby? Look at how turned on you are.”

I let out a soft moan as he rubbed me right where I needed it. “I want it so bad, sir, please..” I begged. He bit his lip before pulling a bottle of lube out of his dresser.

“Get on your stomach, I’m gonna fuck your pretty little hole from behind.” Butterflies erupted in my stomach as I followed his directions. I could hear the slippery liquid being drizzled and spread all over his cock, it only made me want him more.

He slowly pushed into me, making a moan uncontrollably escape my lips. “Fuck...” I whispered.

“Yeah, you like feeling all full, don’t you? Such a fuckin’ whore for me,” He teased slowly moving with my permission. He gradually sped up, the two of us letting out moan after moan, the sound of our skin colliding being the only other sound filling the room. “You’re such a goddamn brat,”

“I... I know, sir... please- please don’t stop!” His hand made it’s way into the roots of my hair, pulling it, making it hurt so perfectly.

“Yeah? Don’t stop?” He asked, breathlessly as he started going faster. “I’m not gonna stop, angel.” I bit my lip, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he pounded into me.

I touched myself as he fucked me, making everything feel double as good. “S...s-sir, I-I’m gonna... D-Dream, please!” I let out incoherent sentences.

“Aw, look, you can barely talk. Come on, sweetheart, cum for me like a good little slut.” The knot in my stomach fell apart as he spoke, a loud moan leaving my body once again. He let me ride out my high before pulling out and stroking himself and releasing all over my back. I bit my lip as I felt the warm liquid hit my skin.

He laid down beside me. “What do we say?” He asked, teasingly.

I giggled. “Thank you, sir.”

#dream team smut #dream #dreamwastaken #dream team #mcyt #dream smut #dream x reader #mcyt smut #mcyt x reader #fanfic #imagines #one shot #request #anon

[arrowflier]

Okay, I'm trying to figure out how it all works here with asks and I'm so sorry, if I do it wrong.

Thank you for all your beautiful speedwritings, they're perfect. You're so skilled, it's incredible.

If you still take prompts, I wonder whether you could do something about Ian talking to the paralayzed Terry and telling him how he, as a farther, could do right about Mickey and how Mickey deserves everything and how while Ian doesn't understand WHY, he sees that Mickey cares about his asshole of a parent. I guess, I prompt something like Ian being protective over Mickey in front of Terry, maybe without Mickey being in the picture for the most part.

Thank you in advance, if you consider that!

Thank you anon!  Content warning: Terry Milkovich.  He deserves his own.

"Hey, I gotta run out for a sec," Mickey says after rooting unsuccessfully through the refrigerator in the new Milkovich house.  "They're out of that protein stuff the doctor said he needs."

"I'll come with you," Ian says, already grabbing for his stuff, but Mickey stops him with a hand on his chest.

"Need ya to stay here," he tells Ian.  He bites his lip, not meeting Ian's eyes.  "Don't wanna leave him alone, you know?"

No, Ian didn't know.  Because if it were up to him, Terry Milkovich would be alone and miserable for the rest of his hopefully short life.

But Mickey still felt something for the man.  If he could even be called a man after what he put his children through.  And Ian might not understand that--he stopped caring about Frank years ago, and his real father years before that--but Mickey is tired and anxious and staring unfocused over Ian’s shoulder, and Ian isn’t going to let him down.

“Okay,” he says instead.  “I’ll hold down the fort.”

And Mickey is smiling, quick and thin, and pecking him on the side of his mouth in thanks and in goodbye.

“Keep your mouth to yourself under my roof, boy,” Terry growls from the living room, and Mickey rolls his eyes and flips him off without looking.

“Back soon,” he promises Ian, backing away.  “Don’t kill him while I’m gone.”

“Aw shucks,” Ian answers flatly, eyebrows raised.  “There go my afternoon plans.”

Mickey comes back over at that, kisses him again.  Pulls back more slowly, ignoring Terry’s grumbling.

“Make it up to you later,” he says lowly, and winks.  Then he pats Ian on the cheek, and is out the door with his wallet and the ambulance keys before Ian can say another word.

It’s quiet for a moment.  Ian keeps on with what he was doing before Mickey left--rinsing out the old bowls in the sink, sipping on a beer--and Terry does the only thing he can: sit and mope.

The quiet doesn’t last for very long.

“Why are you still here?” Terry demands to know.  “You after my ass now?”

Ian can’t help it; he snorts so hard he can feel bubbles from the beer in his nose.

“Oh yeah,” he reveals.  “You got me all figured out, Terry.  I’m just with your son so I can get to your saggy, decrepit ass.”

It feels good, to wind Terry up the way he used to wind up Frank.  To taunt him without having to worry about the repercussions.  And Terry must realize he’s enjoying it a little too much, because his next words are a lot harder to laugh off.

“Shoulda put bullets in both of you when I had the chance.  Fuckin’ queers.”

Ian goes still.  Water continues to splash off the dishes, wetting his arms, but he ignores it.

“What did you just say?” he asks quietly.

“You heard me, you pansy-ass fuck.  I should have put you in the ground where you belong, and let him jump in after you.”

Ian reaches out calmly to turn off the water.

“You shouldn’t say shit like that,” Ian says softly.  Softly but sure, a thread of something in his voice like barbed wire, like blood, like the butt of a pistol against Mickey’s head.

“Did I hurt your little girl feelings?” Terry goads.  “Gonna cry now, princess.”

A humorless laugh escapes Ian as he pushed back from the counter, makes his way to the living room where Terry has no choice but to sit.

“You know,” he says casually as he does, “I used to wonder why you hated us so much.”  He smirks.  “The gays, you know.”

He doesn’t stop until he’s right in front of Terry’s chair, towering over him.  He doesn’t lean forward, doesn’t put his hands anywhere near the man.  He just stands, and looks at him.  Waits until Terry’s typical sneer starts to fall, for his eyes to dart nervously around the room.

"But that's the thing, isn't it?" Ian says finally.  "I don't give a shit if you hate me, or why."  He shrugs.  "Don't even really care if you hate him."

"Then why the fuck are you talkin to me?"

"Because your opinions are garbage," Ian answers plainly.  "You're garbage.  And if it were up to me, I'd throw you out with the molded leftovers and never spare you a second goddamn thought."

"But it isn't up to me," Ian adds.  "And Mickey asked me to take care of you, so here I am.  For him."

"You his bitch now?" Terry mutters.  His eyes may be about all he can move, but he uses them to full advantage, eying Ian up and down like there's some visible sign of his

"Thought it was the other way around."

"I'm not his bitch, Terry," Ian says calmly.  "And he isn't mine.  He's my husband--yes, husband, despite your best efforts--" he repeats firmly at Terry’s responding scowl, "and I will do everything in my power to make him happy."

"Milkoviches don't do happy," Terry grunts.  "Makes people weak."

"Well Gallaghers do," Ian counters, "and it makes us strong."

"You always did think you were better than us, you gay ginger fuck."

"Better than you?" Ian repeats.  "Abso-fucking-lutely.  But better than Mickey?"  He snorts.  "Not in a million years."

Now he does lean in, bracing his hands on the arms of that hospital-issue chair.

"Despite your best efforts, your son is amazing,” Ian tells the man he hates more than anything.  “He's a good man, a good husband.  A good uncle to my sister's kid, my brother's.”

Terry is avoiding his eyes, trying to look like he isn’t.  Ian doesn’t care--he revels in the knowledge that his very presence makes the man uncomfortable.

"I've hurt him too, you know,” Ian confesses, just to see the faint flinch Terry tries to hide.  “So many times.  And he should have left me for it, but he didn't.

“Because unlike you,” Ian continues, “Mickey takes care of the people in his life.  The people he loves.”  

Ian pulls back, away from Terry’s face, gives him room to breathe again.  Rubs a hand over his own face, and sighs.  He can hear a door slamming outside--Mickey, probably, already back from the store.

“I'm working on making it up to him,” he tells Terry while they still have the room to themselves.  “All the shit I've put him through.  Because of all the people on the earth, he might deserve it the most.”

Mickey’s footsteps are approaching the front door, and Ian moved back toward the kitchen.  Before he starts the water again, he looks back at Terry one more time.  At the face that once haunted his dreams, now pale and sweaty and forced still.

“Maybe you should try to make some things up to him, too.”

#daily speedwrite #gallavich #fanfic #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #terry milkovich #angst #tw: homophobia