#so dickheads don't do the opposite or whatever

[wileys-russo]

best friends sister II platonic!a.russo x reader

y'all have been sending in the requests for AI alessia being her gay older sister who plays for arsenal and i hope it satisfies because it was tricky to write lmao, so picture that ^ is isabella

best friends sister II platonic!a.russo x reader

"-and you promise that you're not mad?" your best friend bit down on her bottom lip nervously as you smiled as reassuringly as you could. "less of course i'm not mad! why would i be?" you laughed and shook your head at the blonde you'd all but grown up side by side with.

"because we always said the plan would be for you to go to university and me to play professionally in whatever club was closest so we could do it together, and i've ruined that!" your best friend sighed guiltily, collapsing back into her pillows.

"alessia. you are one of the best up and coming footballers there is, you've got a huge career ahead of you and this is the perfect next step to launch you into it. i'd be selfish cow and a terrible best friend to try and keep you from it." you promised sincerely, grabbing her hand and squeezing with a nod.

"will i miss you? of course. but i want you to go, i promise." you affirmed firmly. "and i promise that i'll make sure we don't drift apart. best friends for life means for life, and you better come and visit!" alessia held out her pinky as you grinned and interlocked it with your own.

"okay well that makes me feel a bit better because i was stressed about telling you!" the girl sighed and sat back up. "i've also been stuck with you for like ten years now, i'd really like a break." you shoved her playfully, ducking as she swung back at you with a grin and slid off her bed.

"please we both know you'll be a blubbering mess at the airport, your only friend off on a whirlwhind adventure and you...stuck here." alessia pouted sarcastically as you gasped. "i have loads of other friends thank you! you just refuse to accept that because you're notoriously posessive and needy." you teased back with a grin.

"and i'm off to university anyway you dickhead! where i'm sure i'll find myself a new blondie to spend my every waking day with." you jeered as she fumbled around in her cupboard for something. "you better not or i'll be forced to come back and kick her head in." alessia warned making you laugh.

"unless its a girlfriend of course, you desperately need one of those so you can stop kissing your hand." your best friend shrugged dropping a large box on her bed. "less! that was one time years ago and i told you that in strict confidence!" you kicked at her as she grinned, your cheeks blushing red.

"what? i wouldn't blame you for dating someone who looked like me, i know it's your biggest shame that you're secretly in love with me." the blonde pouted patting your leg making you roll your eyes.

"please. you know it's actually homophobic to assume that because i like girls that i like you, and here i was thinking you'd be an ally." you tutted as her eyes widened and she scrambled to ramble out an apology.

"an ally? please." you both looked up at the new voice, alessia's older sister isabella leaning in the doorway with a smirk. "have you heard of knocking?" alessia sighed as bella shrugged. "have you heard of not caring?" the older girl retorted walking into the room further as you covered up a laugh with a cough and alessia shot you a glare.

"see? she thinks i'm funny. why are you so in denial?" bella pouted, the two always arguing about something which amused you to no end given it was often over something so incredibly small it seemed they just enjoyed bickering.

there was only two years between them and they had more in common than either would care to admit, in fact both would argue they were one anothers opposite that really wasn't true.

you knew isabella had been training with arsenal in their junior academy and was hoping for a professional contract now she'd made her senior debut for the lionesses, both goals alessia was quickly following in her footsteps to also achieve, the entire russo household all football mad.

"what's all this then? college bribing you not to come anymore?" she began to rifle through the large box on the bed which you realised was full of various UNC swag. "get your filthy hands off it thank you! god knows where they've been." alessia scoffed, pushing her away and snapping the box closed.

"they're squeaky clean. want to check?" the older russo smirked, grabbing alessia by the face with her hand and pulling her into a headlock as you watched on in amusement. "get out! god i'm gonna miss you the least." alessia eventually pulled away, shoving the taller girl across the room with a glare.

"still admit you'll miss me though, and mum wants you." the girl winked backing away. "for what?" alessia questioned with a frown. "mm she did tell me, but i didn't care enough to remember." with a shrug bella left the room leaving alessia fuming and you quietly chuckling.

"why do you always egg her on by laughing! she's not funny she's infuriating!" alessia huffed glaring at you now as you held your hands up in defense, your best friend dragging you with her downstairs to see what her mum wanted.

~

"dinners ready. can you go get your sister and her friend please lessi?" carol asked, shooting the blonde a firm glare when she groaned at the request. "why do i have to come?" you laughed as she grabbed the back of your top, tugging you up with her.

"just think of it as me wanting to spend as much time with you before i leave." alessia grinned as the two of you ascended the stairs, her brothers already having moved out it just left alessia and isabella living at home.

"oh thats it is it?" you rolled your eyes knowing she was full of it as you reached her sisters door, alessia giving her sister the same courtesy she gave her as she flung her door open without knocking.

though she wished she hadn't.

"get out!" the older russo sat up quickly half naked spare some shorts and a bra, having been previously hovered over the girl pinned beneath her, the two clearly making out.

"jesus my poor eyes! dinners ready, looks like you were just about to eat though bella." alessia smirked before leaving the room, purposefully leaving her sisters door open.

"what are your ears painted on? fuck off!" bella scowled, throwing a pillow at you as you stood frozen, quickly spinning around and almost running out of the room, the door slamming closed after you.

safe to say she didn't come down for dinner after that.

"it's not even scary less, its a thriller!" you argued as you and alessia made your way back upstairs, each of you stating your case over what you wanted to watch tonight.

"my names not lily? jesus you're worse than what everyone says!" you both glanced down the hallway before entering alessia's room, the girl from earlier standing there with her arms crossed and an angry look on her face.

"sorry?" bella shrugged leaning in her doorway, clearly not sorry as the mystery girl whose name was not lily scoffed, shoving the taller girl and hurrying off downstairs to leave. "you truly are disgusting." alessia grimaced as her sister only grinned.

"careful now ally, did you used to say the same about all the girls gio snuck round?" the older girl winked, leaving her sister scoffing and about to defend herself before the door thudded closed.

"god she is insufferable."

~

"can you go make more popcorn?" alessia asked, head buried in her phone as you nodded, more than comfortable to help yourself to anything in the russo household. "can i go and make more popcorn..." you trailed off expectantly as the blonde tossed her phone beside her.

"now?" she guessed with a grin, causing you to flip her off as she tossed an m&m at your head and began to rummage around for the remote to select a new movie.

with it being half past ten at night you expected the kitchen to be vacant, though you noticed the lights were all on and as you rounded the corner you saw the older russo sister sat at the benchtop eating a plate of leftovers from dinner.

her attention on her phone she didn't notice you at first, only looking up as she heard you start to rummage around in the pantry. "surely we've started to charge you rent by now?" the older girl teased as you emerged with a bag of popcorn, rolling your eyes and tossing it in the microwave.

"i'll make sure to sign a jersey for you once i get my pro contract so you can sell it and buy my family some food since you consume so much of it." the taller girl shoved your head to the side playfully as you moved out of her way so she could rinse her plate.

"so. did you enjoy the little show earlier pervert?" she smirked, glancing at you as she dried up her plate. "what? you're so weird." you frowned, pulling yourself to sit up on the counter.

"please. you know if you asked me nicely i'd kiss you so you can stop wondering what it feels like." she grinned, moving closer to you as your frown turned into a scowl. "or so you can stop using your hand. less talks quite loudly you know." she teased, standing in between your legs as you tensed up a little.

if you were honest with yourself you'd always found her to be quite attractive but you'd never ever go there, both for your own and alessia's sake.

"i've kissed girls!" you defended truthfully, and you had, you'd just not ever progressed any further than that. "mm but have you been kissed by a girl?" the older russo quirked an eyebrow, leaning in closer as her hands fell either side of your body, somewhat caging you in.

"thats the same thing." you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore how hard your heart was hammering in your chest. "that means no then." bella chuckled, tilting her head slightly.

"i mean have you ever been properly kissed by a girl? when she's got her tongue roaming your mouth, her teeth nipping down on your bottom lip before she sucks on it to soothe the sting-" she leaned in closer as your eyes widened.

"-where one of her hands are on the back of your neck so you can't pull away until she lets you, and the other hand...well it touches other parts of you." the older girl grinned wickedly, her mouth ghosting yours before she put her plate back in the cupboard behind your head and pulled away entirely.

"baby gays are always the cutest." bella winked, ruffling your hair and walking off as if she hadn't just sent your head into a spin, the beep of the microwave making you jump a little as you slid off the counter, shaking your head to try and rid it of the thoughts you'd just had.

she was your best friends sister, she'd always be off limits.

~

"just when i thought we'd gotten rid of you." you rolled your eyes as isabella opened the door for you with a sigh. "no one else is here and your best friends in another country, so then you must be here for me?" she grinned as you pushed past her, heading for the stairs.

alessia had been gone for months now and you missed her like crazy, so much so you'd booked a flight to go and visit her during what was to be her spring break and your time off from your own university course.

though of course that meant the girl had texted you a rather elaborate list of things she'd left behind that she requested you bring with you to see her, which despite the ongoing teasing that she'd lose her head was it not attached to her body you agreed to go and collect.

"she'd kill you for being in here." you sighed as the older russo collapsed onto her younger sisters bed, making herself comfortable as you began to gather what alessia had requested.

"only if you snitch me in." the girl grinned, watching you as you fluttered around the room. "surely you have something better to do? being a big pro now and all!" you sighed, looking at her with your hands on your hips.

"so you did hear! not even a congratulations? thats just poor manners." bella tutted with a shake of her head, sitting up and moving to the edge of the mattress. "i'm not an arsenal fan." you teased with a smile, hearing her scoff in mock offence.

"you don't have to be, you can just be my fan." bella challenged as you again rolled your eyes. "you know if i had a pound for every time you rolled your eyes at me over the years i could have bought a house by now." the older russo sister grinned.

"must mean you say a lot of stupid things to have girls always rolling their eyes at you." you quipped, rummaging through and grabbing out two hoodies, tossing them onto your growing pile.

"i personally prefer to make their eyes roll back into their heads." the taller girl commented quite casually, your eyes widening for a moment at the abrupt statement but choosing to ignore it. "so what are you doing after this?" she stood and made her way out, leaning in the doorway.

"going home?" you quirked an eyebrow unsure where she was going with this. "do you want to watch a movie or something?" she asked surprising you.

"are you asking me to hang out?"

"maybe. you miss less, i miss less, though if you tell her that i'll deny it till the day i die, we may as well keep one another company."

"plus i'm older so less's entire personality comes from me anyway. so it'll be like she never left, just swap one russo for another!" she added on with a smile as you shook your head.

"yeah sure, why not."

~

"burn yourself with the straightener did you?" you flinched suddenly as the girls thumb gently pressed into a fading love bite on the side of your neck, the only lingering evidence from an incredibly drunken hook up at a university party you'd gone to over the weekend.

and much to your best friends horror and delight, where you'd finally lost your virginity, before her.

"none of your business!" you pushed her hand away as she smiled and turned her attention back to the movie. well, for a few minutes. "finally dropped the baby gay card then, feel good?" she teased as you rolled your eyes.

"stop calling me that."

"oh sorry, prefer if i just call you baby then?"

"stop, bella seriously."

"what?"

"can you not keep it in your pants around anyone? or do you just shamelessly flirt with anything that moves?" you shot her a dirty side eye only making her smile widen. "well the something has to be female, obviously." you tried to hide your smile with your hand but she grabbed your wrist.

"saw that!" she teased as you tried to pull away, the two of you messing around for a moment before she leaned in and your heart began to race, recognize her eyes flicker down to your lips.

"we can't." you whispered, hating how unsure your voice sounded. "tell me to stop and i will." she whispered back, leaning in even closer as you opened your mouth and she paused, but you couldn't speak.

taking that as permission she closed the small gap in between you both, pressing her lips firmly to yours. you'd have loved to say you pushed her off, told her again that you couldn't, thought about your best friend and what she might think.

but the only thing that consumed your mind was her and how good her mouth felt molded with your own. as you began to kiss back you felt her hands move, grabbing your hips and pulling you to straddle her lap, movie long forgotten in the background.

"alessia." you pulled away remembering your best friend as the older girl nipped at your bottom lip and your stomach twisted. "doesn't have to know." bella promised and you hesitated for a moment, but as her lips curled into a cocky smile and her hand flew to the back of your head, you knew you were a goner.

~

safe to say that was not the last time it happened, far from it.

you ignored the guilt which bubbled up in your stomach as you pretended it never happened, flying over to see your best friend and spending two blissful weeks with her, then flying over again a couple of months later to watch her in the she believes tournament where she would finally get her senior national team debut.

though of course that also meant isabella would be playing, and their whole family would be there with you.

"i'm so so proud of you!" you yelled happily as your best friend jogged over, shit eating grin on her face as she wrapped you up in a hug, isabella hanging back as she chatted with some of her team mates, though her eyes lingered on you.

and it was those lingering eyes which eventually did you both in.

you were all out for dinner after the game, you seated beside your best friend and luca, gio opposite him as the other russo sister sat across from you and mario across from alessia, carol at the head of the table.

you'd hardly spoken to her the entire time you'd been around, focusing all of your time and attention on the rare moments spent with your best friend who you knew you'd have to say goodbye to again in a few days time.

however that didn't stop the defender from trying to gain your attention, sending you subtle looks across the table as she kicked you playfully, winking at you when alessia wasn't looking.

well, when she thought she wasn't looking.

dinner finished you excused yourself to the bathroom, declining your best friends offer to come with you with a laugh as you promised to meet them outside the restaurant.

you did your business and washed your hands, hearing the door open but not bothering to look up, jumping in shock as arms wrapped around your torso and a familiar pair of lips pressed themselves to your neck.

"bella we can't." you chuckled, though still leaning your head back a little to give her more access, eyes fluttering closed as she peppered the warm skin with butterfly kisses. "can't we?" she smirked at you through the mirror with that same cocky smile that made your knees weak every time.

"i've missed you in camp." she confessed softly, spinning your body round and pushing it into the bathroom counter, wasting no time rewarding you with a searing kiss which sent your head spinning.

"they'll wonder where we are." you exhaled shakily, using all your willpower and pushing her off you. "you won't escape me later." she warned playfully, nodding for you to leave first as she hung back.

it was several hours later, you and alessia hanging in your shared hotel room together catching up just like normal, your combined laughters echoing around the room as the girls phone suddenly buzzed.

"hey i have to go talk to the training staff about something. but find a movie, i'll be back!" she promised, rolling off the bed as you nodded, not bothering to question why she was suddenly needing to speak to the training staff at almost ten at night.

alessia wasted no time marching down the hallway to where her sisters room was, knocking impatiently as she answered. "oh come on in!" the older russo chuckled as alessia shoved past her, checking the two of them were alone.

"how long?" alessia asked, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at the taller girl who frowned, sitting down on the edge of her bed. "pardon?"

"how long have you been fucking my best friend behind my back?" alessia spat, scarily calm as a storm brewed behind her bright blue eyes. "look less-"

"no, don't lie. i saw your little fuck me eyes across the table, and it wasn't her leg you kept kicking at the table. so tell me the truth." alessia warned as her sister sighed, rubbing her face with her hands unsure how to find a way out of this.

"we haven't slept together, i promise."

"but?"

"but we've done, other things."

"you are seriously unbelievable. you couldn't just be happy plowing your way through every insecure footballer in london, you had to go for my best friend?" alessia yelled angrily, fists balled by her sides.

"woah okay less i think you're overre-"

"you're going to stay away from her bella. she's not just another name for your books, she's my best friend and a better sister to me than you've ever been!" alessia fumed, hurt flashing across the older girls face momentarily before it hardened.

"it takes two to tango. you gonna go yell at her too then?"

"she can't have known any better, which is why you're going to stay away from her. i won't let you take advantage of the fact she see's the good in people, as little of it exists in you."

"fine. get out!" the taller girl stood, shoving her sister back who scoffed, turning on her heel. "happily!" the door slamming after her, you none the wiser of anything that had just happened as alessia returned, plastering a fake smile on her face and not uttering a single word about it.

which is why it hurt all the more as you slipped out of your room to call your mum that next morning as to not wake your best friend.

making the mistake of glancing down the hall, you watched as a random girl slipped out of one of the rooms, a familiar face kissing her goodbye with a grin.

you froze and thats when her eyes met yours, not a single look of regret on her face as you stared one another down for a moment before she watched you hurry back into alessia's room.

she was your best friends sister, and that's all she'd ever be to you.

#woso x reader #alessia russo x reader #woso fanfics #woso #alessia russo #woso imagine #woso blurbs #engwnt

[sophiamcdougall]

Oh my God. Where do I -- how do I -- OK, @pensierosatanista, I'm going to try. @becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys is sure to do a better job than I can, but I'll try. So you know how Boris Johnson has a habit of just blatantly, brazenly lying, right? Like "there were no parties in Downing Street during lockdown." "I am shocked and appalled to find out that there were parties in Downing Street during lockdown! I had no idea whatsoever this was going on." "I am shocked and appalled to find out I was at all of the parties..."

So all his ministers put up with that, loyally spouted the line that there's nothing to see here and no one did anything wrong and even if there were teensy, insignificant breaches of the so called "law" who even cares? So it's not surprising that Johnson concluded he could just carry on lying (and degrading any lingering standards in public life) indefinitely. So recently the Conservatives dramatically lost a couple of by-elections, BOTH of which happened because the sitting Conservative MP was forced to quit after he did something gross and sexual. One was caught watching porn in Parliament, the other, much worse, was convicted of assaulting a teenage boy. So a few days ago it came out that one of the Whips had got drunk and groped a couple of men. Rather unusually, the culprit promptly resigned from his role as Whip, although not as MP. It's grim to say it, but in itself, this probably wouldn't be such a big deal. The problem was that 1) Johnson didn't immediately sack him as an MP 2) the guy had done it before. H'd been formally investigated and everything. Johnson, on cue: I had no idea he'd done it before!! Various MPs: OK, wait. Yes, you fucking did. It was reported to you. I was there. You made jokes about it. You hired him anyway. Johnson: OK, maybe. I mean, yes. I forgot. Who can keep track of all the sexual assaults their subordinates have committed, amirite? Various other MPs, live on TV: The Prime Minister had no idea it happened befo-- oh. Oh, he now admits he had, you say? Huh. Well. I look kind of stupid now. And it wasn't the first time versions of that, (MPs going out to defend Johnson only to find that whatever line they were pushing had collapsed before the interview was over) had happened either. So yesterday, the Chancellor Rishi Sunak and the Health Secretary Sajid Javid both resigned, saying they just couldn't take the lies and toxicity and, y'know, the small matter of the culture of drunken sexual harassment, any more. Now it may be true that they really can't stand serving under Johnson because who could? But mainly what they mean is "I'd like a shot at being Prime Minister and if I don't get out now, I'm going to be associated with all this shit forever and that is bad for my personal brand." Historically, just one major minister resigning saying "I can't serve under this Prime Minister" has always meant that PM is toast. So ... the floodgates opened. Since then it's been averaging out at nearly two resignations an hour. Partly because people who've been sick of Johnson for years finally felt they had permission to do something, but mainly because it's either get away from Johnson as fast as you can or go down with him -- staying = saying "Yeah, judge me and my competence for any future office by the fact I approve of this dickhead". And even before all of this happened Johnson was staggeringly unpopular according to all polls. As I write we're up to forty-six resignations. Keir Starmer, the leader of the opposition, came out with a clearly workshopped-to-fuck but still good line "a sinking ship fleeing the rat."" Any normal Prime Minister would have resigned after the first two! Any normal Prime Minister would have resigned before any of this happened!

Johnson, you will have observed, is not a normal Prime Minister. Trump-like, he is currently insisting he's never going to go. This is somewhat less terrifying than when Trump did it because we don't have guns here and even when he DID have a crazed personal fanbase it wasn't that rabid and he doesn't have it any more. But technically, the rules currently say the Tories can't get rid of him for at least another year. That's not a big problem, as they have the freedom to change those rules and are going to by Monday. But technically, they could vote to remove him as leader of the Conservative party ... and he'd still be Prime Minister. And there would be nothing they or we could do about it! This would be completely unprecedented, a gigantic constitutional crisis, and in that case we might be stuck relying on the fucking Queen to save us, which is obviously a) is pretty dire for a so-called democracy and b) what if she doesn't. It probably won't actually come to that? (...will it?) He has just made a lot of enemies all at once, including the crazy own goal of sacking Michael Gove, his scheming long time frenemy/nemesis, who is the one the Murdoch press really likes. The 1922 committee is "preparing instruments of torture." And although it's true that this is not a normal way for a PM to behave -- a lot of PMs have said "Fuck you all! I can totally survive this!" in various crises, only to quit the following day. So everything's a little terrifying and he might take us all down with him, but it is also spectacular and hilarious and it's preventing the government from actually doing anything. And so today was the headiest and most electrifying day I've experienced, politics-wise, since November 6th, 2020.

#UK politics #Boris Johnson #ukpol

[lovelybucky1]

Stepbrother!Sam jealous because you have a new boyfriend, because you are not spending time with him anymore, because he is not your best friend and because you are dating his high school bully 😋.

— Anya 🪼

i wrote your ask gay ;0

warnings: gender neutral!reader, voyeurism, masturbation, jealousy, mentions of smoking, college au, mentioned stepcest, don't like don't read, 18+ minors dni

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Before your stupid boyfriend came along, you belonged to Sam. You didn't have anyone else to spend your time with, so you'd hang out with Sam. The two of you would watch movies together, play video games, smoke in his bedroom, and sometimes he'd bring you to parties with him.

You might have been oblivious to your stepbrother's feelings towards you, but to everyone else it was plain to see. Sam Monroe had a huge, embarrassing, shameful crush on his step sibling. To make matters even worse, you were now going out with his bully.

Going to the local college meant seeing many of the same faces from high school. You met Sam's bully at one of the parties Sam forced you to go to, ironically enough. The guy is tall, blonde, and more muscle than brains. Sam can't stand the guy. He's just some pretty-boy douchebag that gets whatever he wants with a flash of those pearly teeth. Sam never expected you were stupid enough to fall for it.

It was bad enough that you were dating the guy who made Sam's high school career a living hell, but the fact that he was the complete opposite of what Sam is made him angry. Of course you'd never go for a guy like Sam when you had a meat-head supermodel vying for your attention.

Sam hated it, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it. Even though Sam doesn't get bullied anymore, the guy could still kick his ass if he ever tried to confront him. So for weeks, Sam endured the torture of watching his step-sibling/crush fall head over heels for the worst guy he knows.

Sam reached his breaking point after a long night of hearing bed-rocking and moaning through his bedroom wall. At first, he only heard your moans and he thought you were masturbating. Like the pervert he is, decided to do the same while listening to you. His erection immediately softened when he heard a familiar voice through the wall.

Sam had been getting off to the sound of you getting fucked by his bully. His face burned with shame even though he was alone. His stomach churned with anger. His bones ached with jealousy. That should be him in there, causing those sounds, not that dickhead.

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[prodbyblush]

YO YO YO!! what abt chishiya w an s/o whose love language is being mean? like their pet names are 'asshole, dickhead, dumbass, stupid" constantly teasing him. making fun of him lovingly. hitting him, biting him playfully. yk !! ur carrying the aib tag

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an: so true. i am carrying the aib tag in my back.

→ gn!reader

• on the outside, nobody really knows the dynamics of your relationship with chishiya. like, how can he put up with someone who's completely the exact opposite of him? • but hey, even though it's been debunked by psychology, opposites do attract! • chishiya learned that for whatever he does - reading a book, watching tv mindlessly or just looking into patient's records, you will bite him. • it bothers him in the beginning of course. he'd send you a glare because you prohibit him from his movements. but now, he's learned to ignore it and just pat your head gently with his free hand. • "your job is so boring, idiot. but for doing a good job today, i made us dinner!" • is glad that at least you didn't put anything funny or weird on his food. • "aww i didn't know you like me for my personality" • "i know. even i'm surprised" • on days you aren't affectionately teasing him, chishiya can't help but wonder if something happened to you. • bad day? not in the best mood? did someone overly criticize their work? who did he have to beat up? • "don't bother, stupid. i've dealt with them already. just stay here in my arms like a good puppy, alright?" • since chishiya's foreign to the concept of love and it's aspects, he was definitely surprised when you had first started calling him "idiot", "weirdo" and "boring" but in an affectionate tone. • had resorted to looking it up on the internet to know that it was just your way of letting him know that you are comfortable around him. • and for that, he tries to mirror you. key word: tries • "did you just bite my arm, chishiya?" • "so this is what it feels like to be you"

TAGS: @retrospacealien @chishiya-of-diamonds @boowoomuu

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[possiblylando]

Chainsaw Man Chapter 131 'Early' Analysis.

Bit later than usual with this one cause- I didn't feel like writing it earlier- Feels like a cheep excuse but whatever.

It's really interesting seeing the contrast between the two confirmed Primordials. Darkness doesn't speak a language we can understand but it still speaks. It seemed like a hyper intelligent beast which acted on a type of intelligent impulse almost like majin buu. Who I could make an entire post talking about the intelligence and mentality of because of how people misunderstand him. But I'll not do that for now since this is about Chainsaw Man. However Falling completely juxtaposes Darkness because she's basically it's polar opposite. Not fear wise but personality and the way she conducts herself. This panel is the one that really cemented it in my mind because this is her showing the ability to reason. It's weird- She's weird right? She's brutal but not cruel. She's willing to let her previous rule slide because the situation has changed. She doesn't immediately kill the devil (WHO'S NAME WE NEVER LEARN GOD DAMN IT FUJIMOTO) because it didn't finish it's meal. Also their designs which I feel I've pointed out before but I don't wanna look back for if I did or if it was in a specific post.

They're completely different but they share motifs between eachother. I'll go through some of those cause I didn't actually put them together until I was writing this so I feel it's an observation that you guys also might want to hear. 1. They both have several extra arms. 2. They both have dismembered heads as apart of their body. 3. Their arms are double jointed. (Shown Below)

I feel these are going to be reoccurring themes throughout most (maybe even all) of the primordial devils we see. Additionally this isn't a full on pattern but it seems like a Primordial appears roughly every 60 chapters. Darkness first appeared in 65, Falling first appeared in 122 (Full appearance in 123). Back to the chapter itself.

I find it interesting that Falling begins to bleed more profusely when she gets upset. Based on what I've previously said and what we saw at the end of the chapter it's possible her degree over this overworld vessel lessens and thus it's bleeding begins to worsen when she grows upset. Like it requires a degree of concentration to keep together. Which I think is interesting but will likely not be the key to winning any singular fight. Falling nukes the UNNAMED DEVIL and we get the weirdest scene in awhile.

This scene answers 1 question. Yet it raises several more. So let's lightning round it. 1. Why did falling take orders from Famine? 2. Why did her vessel turn into a weird shrunken doll? 3. Uh- Actually no thats- Thats it. Huh. So less questions than I thought and more like just one question. Huh. well key things. I think this is what Falling's truest hell form (Like Darkness) looks like.

It would fit more with the primordial sort of warped appearance we've seen before. It's also the form she appeared in 122 and the beginning of 123 as. So I feel pretty confident in that assumption.

The silly girl is back.

Fucking smugass dickhead smirk she's so fucking good

So this is- Weird right? Nayuta definitely has the ability to identify other Horsemen since she was able to sniff out Famine instantly. So she must know about Asa and Yoru in some vague sense. I guess having that confirmation also sorta shifts that end of chapter reveal. Yeah remember "Thief." it probably wasn't just about Denji having a girlfriend but Nayuta not wanting another Horseman to steal Denji from her. Also it's interesting that aside from War (Maybe), All the horsemen we've seen up until this point have been somewhat benevolent. Ah- Maybe not- Okay lemme rephrase. They've been on the side of humanity. Makima despite being- Makima, She was still trying to aid humanity in her own twisted way. Now Famine is trying to save humanity from the apocalypse in her own twisted way. It's possible that Yoru wants nuclear weapons so she can save humanity from destruction- In her own twisted way. And lemme also make this prediction now. The final horseman will also be trying to save humanity in their own twisted way. (I'm still not making a claim on what the final horseman could be I've elaborated on it in the past if you're a true fan of these you'll know the basic gist Tl;Dr there have been several 4th horsemen in history depending on the source).

This was pretty funny honestly. Nayuta's arm is drawn sorta weird which is abit distracting cause it's the only thing I can stare at now that I've seen it. It doesn't really detract and it's a weekly manga so I can't really complain that much either. Also that girl in the back the one with white hair reminds me of Snake Girl from part 1.

No shot they're actually related in anyway tho- This chapter actually only has low quality faces in the final school drawing so no need to compile them this week. So instead Nayuta silly compilation.

She really is just Power if she wasn't Racist. Okay- Listen- We don't have confirmation that Nayuta isn't racist. But she would have to pick that up herself since I doubt Denji would teach her to be racist because Denji isn't racist.

#csm #chainsaw man #chainsaw man 131 #csm 131 #falling devil #darkness devil #nayuta #fami csm

[gotta-love-dani]

opposites attract pt 4

Yall know what time it is juddbirchxgn reader

Master list

also this is a long one because I have not written anything in a long time

"oh my god, look at you where are you going Judd" asked Diane looking at Judd as he made his way down the stairs " Mom do you think it would be a bad idea to ask y/n out ... I really like them," Judd said not daring to look at his mother mainly because he hated that he was doing this convinced by Maury who was excited to hear what Diane was going to say " well they are such a lovely person and I would love if they became my ---in law, I do think that you need to talk to Leah about this I mean they are her best friend they have known each other for years and I think you should talk to her, not saying you need her approval but just let your sister know that you will be soon dating her best friend," daine said turning to face him and giving him advice " ok thank you mom," Judd said walking out not saying another word to her mainly because Maury was throwing things which was pretty pointless " no you dickhead we don't have to tell her shit, we are not going to be fucking Y/n till she happy cries, we are going to fuck y/n till they happy cry right judd? said maury mad that diane would even suggest that " i hate to say it but shes right i mean i don't want to rip apart the friend ship they have, I'm going to look for leah”.

a long drive later

"hey leah I want to talk to you about something," Judd said as he pulled up to the sidewalk where Leah was standing " oh is it about asking out y/n, you can ask them out," Leah said looking at her phone and answering a text message " wait how do you know I want to ask them out, did they tell you," Judd said freaking the fuck out "oh yea they can't keep a secret plus I saw your phone number pop up on their phone... just promise me you will treat them right they have been through some shit that is probably illegal," Leah said grabbing her arm as she told her brother all of this in hopes that y/n will finally get treated well and wishing them a happy ending, not with the person she thought of but something is better than nothing. "ok well I'm going to go find them and ask them out or whatever it's not like I want to," judd said trying to hide the fact that he was blushing even if it was pretty pointless " okk you go make my best friend happy but if you make them sad I will kill you judd birch" leah said while waving off judd as she walked away "you heard her now lets go fuck them till they happy cry" maury said as he excitedly looked at judd "ok ok let go find them and if things go well I can fuck them until they happy cry or whatever" he said as he stepped on the gas and practically flew down the street . finally, Judd found y/n at a coffee shop where they usually go to study "Hey y/n" Judd said as he ignored the barista greeting and walked straight to y/ns table and sat in front of them "Oh hi judd how are you?" y/n asked nervously because leah had texted them and told them that judd was on his way to them "oh I'm doing great you know why, because leah gave me the green light to ask you out" judd said taking a sip of y/n's coffe/tea " oh that's great " y/n said lowkey nervous of how he made them feel, he is a mess emotionally unavailable and such a psycho and y/n is the opposite they get good grades, they are the best in their grade " wait you dont sound happy at all" judd said snapping y/n out of their train of thought "oh I'm sorry I am I'm just... nervous I mean I’m sorry but we are polar opposites" y/n said as they slowly grabbed hold of his hand " I know we are but I think that's what makes it perfect, so do you want to go out with me?" judd asked as he looked down trying not to look at y/n from how nervous he was "ofcourse I will go out with you judd" y/n said as they smiled grabbing his chin and making him look at them and they leaned forward and they kissed " YESSS BABY WE DID IT.OHHHH NOW TAKE THEM INTO THE RESTROOM AND FUCK THEM" maury said as he jumped around the coffee shop along with y/n hormone moster "maury get the fuck out and stop ruining the moment" judd said trying to enjoy every second of the kiss without maury interrupting by making him horny "ok ok ill back away from you but paige me when you are ready to shoot blancks into them" maury said as he walked into a portal "yea sure I will call you when I need you" judd said as yo finally pushed away to catch your breath " well that was cute I really enjoyed it" y/n said as they took a sip of their coffee/tea

"well that's not the only thing you will be enjoying in this relationship," Judd said as he looked into their eyes ''oh yea the sexual tension is pretty eminent but I would love to dissolve it some other time," y/n said shifting in their sweet from being pretty horny but also they have been sitting there for a good while "I still can't believe daniel died I mean he was an asshole but that's just crazy," y/n said trying to distract themselves "yea it is very crazy, do you want to drive around for a while before I drop you off at your house," Judd said hoping that he hadn't weirded out y/n wondering if they still wanted to hang out with him "of course I can even ask my mom if I can stay the night so we can hang out more," y/n said as they both got up and walked to Judds van . After calling their mom y/ns parents said that they could stay over at leahs "ok so I can stay with you guys tonight and I can hang out with you more," y/n said looking out of the window.

AT THE BIRCHES HOME

"Ok so your sister is doing me the favor of covering for me so I can hang out with you," y/n said walking into their boyfriend's room "For once I am glad she exists," Judd said smiling at them and he got up to hug them "we should definitely make out with him" y/n's hormone monster whispered to them "yea you are right," y/n said as they grabbed judd and made out with him lowering their hand down to his bulge but soon Judd stopped them "we should take this farther some other time, we did just start dating," Judd said as he pulled away from y/n "yea you are right, I'm sorry," y/n said as they looked down emberassed "it's ok you have nothing to be sorry for ykow I'm very high right now so this is the nicest I will ever be to you, don't get used to it" judd said lifting up y/n chin so they could look at him and pressing a soft kiss on their mouth "oh I don't mind you being mean its so hot" y/n said kissing him back and hugging him "we should go to sleep its 11 and we have school tomorrow " judd said rapping y/n into his arms and gently bringing y/n down to lay down with him. "yea you are right I have a very important test tomorrow and I have to get at least a B if not I loose the scholarship" y/n said laying down and digging their head into his chest " see you tomorrow" judd said "see you tomorrow man" y/n said closing their eyes and going to sleep.

#judd birch x reader #big mouth #fanfiction #fantasy #netflix series

[in-omni-scientia]

Every time you and Authority speak with each other there's an Energy... Chemistry, on might say. Ever considered just asking the guy out? (Empathy would probably be cool about it)

ENCYCLOPEDIA — 'Cool about it'? Well, they *have* said before they would support us no matter what we did, but I'd like to draw attention to the fact they've previously shown distress at the prospect of losing us to someone else. AUTHORITY — Sure, whatever, but are we just going to ignore the fact Suggestion exists too? That'd be fucked up to do that to him. COMPOSURE — You guys are boring. I could totally whip up something, anon, just give me some time to gather some inspo. VOLITION — I think maybe we should be taking into account the fact I just *don't* feel that way first and foremost?? No confessions are going to be happening. Not sorry. AUTHORITY — No, the *biggest* fucking issue is that you take fifty goddamn morale damage every time he even LOOKS at you. That's not fucking good to build a relationship on. Manage *that* first before you even consider a FRIENDSHIP, fuckwit. By the way, have you ever considered that in your shit-ass relationship with Empathy, you don't-- VOLITION — No. PERCEPTION — Okay. But, what if-- VOLITION — Nope. ENCYCLOPEDIA — That would be an interesting theoretical to ponder, though. If Au-- VOLITION — My verdict is final, dammit. ENCYCLOPEDIA — Okay.

COMPOSURE [Legendary: Failure] — O, Authority! How, the nonpareil! In time we hate that which we often fear – and fear the flutter of our pages when ye wert near, sir-reverence, we didst… Fie upon’t, foh! Our maltreatments leave a foul taste in our mouth.

VOLITION — What are you doing. AUTHORITY — Oh, for fuck's sake.

COMPOSURE — O me, I cry your worships mercy! Beseech you, sovereign, give’s pardon. What our contempts doth often hurl from us, we wish it ours again… the prevailing prejudices, by revolution lowering, does become the opposite of itself. Byrlady…

VOLITION — ...Hey, wait. Didn't we hear someone-- ENCYCLOPEDIA — What does 'byrlady' mean, Composure?

COMPOSURE — I knoweth not!!!! ⠀⠀Y’wrest’d us from the clammy grips of death with absolute celerity, my lord, and with this hast wrest from us our grip on our wanton feelings. Alack, we do regret our decadence, ‘tis dishonourable to hurt th’heart of sweet Empathy--

VOLITION — Keep Empathy's name out of your fucking mouth. ENCYCLOPEDIA — Also, would you do us the service of not referring to us as a collective, in this instance? I am not regretting any decadence right now for I have not participated in it.

COMPOSURE — --but mine aching heart balance the feather of austerity. ⠀⠀E’en so! The possibility we are doom’d to belove more than beloved oft agnize I, the arm of your companion’s body ye art. But my lungs ‘chill not contain this blaze no longer… thou art the greatest soldier of the world, the heart where mine thoughts did kindle. Made from fire and air, you and I, the other elements left to baser life, and your continued breath alone fans my flame. ⠀⠀Prithee, allow me to be the armourer of your steely heart. I ask no more. In fine, for the love of Love and her soft hours, let’s not confound the time with conference harsh. ⠀⠀Come, sir, come, I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love...

PERCEPTION — Where did that spotlight come from? No, wait, where did those paper roses come from...? COMPOSURE — Thank you, thank you! Oh, you've been such a beautiful audience! PERCEPTION — Wait, Poseur dON'T-- ⠀⠀Oof... COMPOSURE — fffffffffff AUTHORITY — Just because I share a name doesn't mean I'm gonna catch you when you swoon, dickhead! COMPOSURE — You're a *shit* acting partner! AUTHORITY — You're a *shit* skill!

VOLITION — ...Uh. So. What's with the EModS? COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] — Ooh, want an encore with even older Suresne, do we? Of course I will give that to you. Khm, khm... ⠀⠀Lufast ðū mē? Ðū mē scýedest mid frēondsċipe hæfdest, ic eomge-feall-en-- ENCYCLOPEDIA — Quit that. I can accept plagiarising from creative works, but academic texts are where I draw the line. COMPOSURE — Uh. Isn't plagiarising from academic texts all you do, though...?

#contains: txt #author/s: me #contains: answers #skillsposting #ooc: if you noticed any mistakes in the elizabethan and old english portions of this text #then please email me at [email protected]! #ok but seriously there is genuinely no way that old english is correct MINIMUM I couldn't work out how you were supposed to order sentences #<- guy who isn't a linguist and can't even comprehend SVO or whatever shit beyond 'john caught the ball' #btw the old english is *supposed* to be something like #'do you love me?' (loveth thou me?) #'you have tempted me with friendship' (you me tempted with friendship have) <- main part im iffy on #'i have fallen--' (i am fallen) #AND BY THE WAY 70% OF THE EModE IS LIFTED FROM ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA (THE PLAY) #after that rhetoric blog sent the ask abt the portfolio to drama (even if it was bait) im sooo . nervous erhhm

[andiinaraethtash]

Rating:

General Audiences

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

Gen

Fandoms:

Batman - All Media Types

Batman: Death in the Family (Movie 2020)

Relationships:

Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne (mentioned)

Characters:

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Bruce Wayne (Mentioned)

Alfred Pennyworth (mentioned) - Character

Additional Tags:

Fluff

Angst

Fluff and Angst

in that order

Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating

Dick Grayson is Nightwing

Jason Todd is Robin

look I heard a song and it gave me feelings so now I'm giving you all feelings

Song: Chasing the Sun (Sara Bareilles)

Language: English

Summary:

"You said, remember that life is Not meant to be wasted We can always be chasing the sun!" --Chasing the Sun, by Sara Bareilles Dick Grayson contemplates graveyards, cities, and the weight of living in a world above others

Notes:

For @itsybitsybatsyspider

So I've never published in this fandom before. So this is fun. Also I don't know if I've done an independent one-shot before. So that is also fun. Enjoy! PS also hi Itsy! This one's for you!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

“My earth is somebody’s ceiling,” the song rang out, and Nightwing laughs as the Batmobile roars so loud it almost drowns out the music, which is already turned up obscenely loud. Next to him in the passenger seat, Robin shrieks, and Nightwing has to glance over to make sure he’s alright, because with Jay, it could go either way, but he’s grinning right now, so he’s probably enjoying himself.

That’s good. Dick doesn’t hang out with just him nearly enough, and when they do get to, he wants it to be a good time. After all, the rest of the time it’s the two of them and Bruce, which is never a good time. Quite the opposite, in fact. Just the thought of the man makes Dick’s blood boil, so of course he quickly forces those thoughts out of his mind, choosing to start belting along with Sara Bareilles.

“More than that, it’s to dare us to move!” he sings, purposely hitting the notes just ever-so-slightly off-key, making Jason swat him and shriek at him.

“Dickhead, you’re ruining it!”

“You said, that life is, not meant to be wasted!” He sings teasingly looking over at Jason, who rolls his eyes.

“My hearing’s being wasted, that’s what’s happening.” He’s nearly shouting to be heard over the music, but he’s not scowling.

Dick laughs long and loud as the chorus blares loudly for the last time, then as the music dies, he pauses it and pulls over, pulling out the McDonald’s bag as he pops the doors. “C’mon, Robin, let’s get some altitude!”

Robin rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t manage to hide the smile. In a matter of seconds, they’re on the roof of the high-rise apartment building, where Nightwing plops down on the edge of the roof and offers Robin his share of the fries they’d gotten before their little joyride.

As Robin joins him, kicking his feet in the empty air between the buildings, Dick sighs and relaxes, letting himself droop somewhat as he looks out over the city. They’d left early to beat Batman to the Batmobile, and with it being the middle of summer, sunset was absurdly late, a series of circumstances that left the skyscrapers’ silhouettes standing in sharp relief against the greying evening sky.

“Dude, this is freakin’ awesome!” Robin exclaims around a mouthful of fries, making Nightwing look over at him in amusement.

“‘Freakin?’ What happened to the kid who drops f-bombs every few words?”

Robin rolls his eyes. “I got made ta put five bucks in a actual swear jar, that’s what happened. Which is a stupid-ass rule, but whatever.”

He doesn’t say it, but there’s an unsaid, ‘it’s worth the food and shelter to go along with it,’ and Nightwing lets a small sympathetic smile play across his lips.

“Yeah. Can’t say I had one of those. Instead it was one dollar for every piece of furniture, art, or wall I damaged, and ten for the chandeliers.”

Robin smirks, looking at him out of the corner of his eye. “Wow, that’s what, a couple hundred thousand dollars?”

“Brat,” Nightwing says, swatting him upside the head.

“Am I wrong?”

Technically, no. It had only been a few hundred bucks, but… “Maybe not entirely,” he admits, and Robin laughs, the sound echoing across the city-scape. There was something about the way it bounced around that could have been eerie, but instead it was… comforting. Light-hearted. Care-free, the way Robin should be.

On an impulse, Nightwing shoves the rest of his fries into his mouth, waits a beat for Robin to finish his off, then grabs the boy’s arm and tugs him to his feet. “C’mon, race you to the Clocktower?”

Robin’s eyes seem to light up, even hidden by his mask, and Nightwing takes that as the answer it is.

“Go!” They shout almost at the same time as they take off across the rooftops, grappling across the larger gaps but throwing themselves across the smaller ones.

Nightwing is trying so hard not to laugh, his lungs too busy with the effort of running to waste his breath, but he wants to, by God does he want to. It was exhilarating, leaping through the maze of buildings, each different and unique and yet somehow so recognizably Gotham that he knew he would know each building individually as a part of his home city. There were apartment buildings from the eighties, office buildings from the last few years, stores and hotels and restaurants, all making up a bustling city that thrived despite the chaos.

Beneath his feet, he can almost imagine the lives of the ordinary civilians, thrumming along to hte rhythm of his heartbeat. It’s a heavy realization, to realize that they’re dancing over what the rest of the world would consider their ceiling, to know how much bigger and crazier their worlds are. But that weight is worth it, for the freedom to fly across the city like they are.

Tumbling across a gravel roof, he spots Robin somewhere to his left, vaulting over an air vent, and for the split second their eyes meet and Dick recognizes the look on Jason’s face. It’s the look of wonder he had when he landed his first trick on the trapeze in Haly’s. It’s the pride he’d taken in being able to do what so few others could. It’s the joy in being able to go out there and make a difference in others’ lives, in landing a punch, in outsmarting one of the ‘intellectual’ Rogues.

Yeah, okay. This kid was definitely a Robin.

There’s been a part of him, since he’d stumbled home to Wayne Manor to find another boy in his family’s colors, that had denied that Jason could—or should—have any part in that legacy, but right now, he didn’t know why he’d ever doubted it.

In the end, it doesn’t matter who reaches the Clocktower first, because the moment they get there, Jason looks up at Nightwing, grinning, and Nightwing grins right back reaching out to ruffle Jason’s hair.

“You did good, Robin.”

Live like we’re still alive

____________

From the ground beneath my feet…

He’s not quite sure why he’s here, other than that Alfred suggested it. The cemetery is quiet, but not silent. He can hear the light traffic from the nearest road, and of course the birds singing their overly cheery summer tunes. Even from here, he can almost hear the heartbeat of the city across the river, Gotham still alive despite the loss he’s only recently discovered.

The landscape is… nice, Dick supposes. He’s seen worse graveyards. Definitely destroyed creepier ones in fights against Scarecrow and Ivy. There’s not much tree cover, leaving the area sunny and vaguely warm, cooled mostly by the summer breeze.

He’s trying so hard not to look at the grave markers, the plinths and tombstones and occasional mausoleum, instead keeping his gaze fixed firmly on the city in the distance. It’s almost uncanny, how much the far-off buildings look like the stones surrounding him. They’re larger, obviously, but that tower looks like that plinth, and that tombstone is almost identical to that apartment building he can just make out—

The resemblance isn’t entirely inaccurate or superficial, he thinks. That this cemetery is a small city, its occupants as ignorant of the world above them as the people of the city are of Dick’s world at above them.

He’s walking through the paths between the markers, absentmindedly noting how each one is different and unique and so identifiable he’d know them anywhere, different in age and shape but united by what they represent.

His footsteps are heavy, a weight hanging on his shoulders as he walks to the area Alfred had shown him all those years ago. He knows intellectually, of course, that Bruce had insisted on burying Jason with Bruce’s parents, and the generations of Waynes that came before them, but that doesn’t stop the snag of irritation that Jason’s nowhere near his mom, or the city he’d protected.

Stuck between the dead and the living…

He’d swear every footfall is landing further into the ground, the familiar weight of grief pushing him down until finally he has to bow his head under the weight. He’s no stranger to grief, of course. He’s lost friends, teammates… family—but never someone so young and innocent and good. It’s anathema, almost, that Robin, brave, resilient, magic Robin is gone, but as Dick comes up on the newest tombstone, he knows he has to accept it.

Idly, he wonders if Jason’s at peace, if he’s happy wherever he is, if he could ever forgive Dick for leaving him alone with Bruce, stubborn, paranoid, doubting Bruce, who Dick knew wasn’t going to let Jason spread his wings when he needed to and yet had left him there anyway. Damn him for his unshakeable belief that Batman was good and infallible. There’s no way of knowing how things might have happened if Dick had stayed or if he’d taken Jason with him, but he wants to think he could have saved him.

The crunch of the grass under his heels as he crouches in front of the white marble rings out with his heartbeat like a symphony across the graveyard, and he almost sighs at the sound, a sound that means life, except he knows that the sound couldn’t reach below him to where Jason is now resting.

“Come on, Dickhead, don’t tell me your old-man joints are giving out on you,” he could almost hear Jason’s mocking, and shakes his head to clear it away when he almost reaches out to tussle Jason’s hair, only to stop when his fingers hit cold marble instead of a warm person.

Glancing over at the nearest tombstone, one shared by Bruce’s parents, he notes distantly how different and yet similar the dates on there are to the ones on Jason’s gravestone. Jason was born roughly a decade later, yes, but their lives were all cut too short, the dates too close together.

A deep breath fills his lungs, but catches on the way out as he tries to find words that say something, anything, about the boy who should have been his brother, if he’d just gotten his head out of his ass and had paid attention to the boy and the way he’d looked up to Dick.

So instead of trying to say anything about Jason, he just tells him one simple phrase, hoping it tells him exactly what Dick had never said to him in life.

“You did good, Jason. You did good.”

—Always be chasing the sun—

Notes:

Look, I was having feelings, okay, so any tears produced are entirely not my fault. Comments feed the soul, so let me know what you guys think--but please no criticism. I'm in a good mood for once, I really don't want that ruined. If you see a grammatical error, lemme know, but no hate. Here or anywhere, preferably.

#fanfiction #creative writing #writing #batfam #dick grayson #jason todd #pre- and post-Death in the Family #it'll make sense when you read it #brotherly bonding #brotherly feels #look I'm sad so now you're sad

[lindszeppelin]

I am kind of a fan who is on the outside looking in. The relationship he is in with KG is whatever to me. I am just here for him. However I have been in fandoms where I was deeply involved and had my own fanpage too. I have seen the gf of a singer/actor get torn to shreds over being with him/her. Like the jealousy was hot and heavy. With Austin though? I do not think this is it. Everyone I have spoken to who have stated their opinion have giving well thought and solid feedback. It isnt just a bunch of jealous fake fans foaming at the mouth. Despite of me being neutral about this relationship I can see why people see Kaia the way they do. She seems like she doesnt consider his feelings , she is only known more now for being with him. Hell she is known more for being his gf than Cindy's kid. They both do look miserable too. Even people who arent even close to being in the fandom have called it out so it isnt a delusion. I think it is super unfair of shippers who ride them hardcore to say you and other fans aint shit for not supporting them. The only reason some of them ship so hard is for popularity and attention. Its kind like the annoying sibling who does things because theu know it will get your attention and bug you. Being a fan of his shouldnt be a war. I feel bad for Austin. He is talented and it gets overshadowed by his relationship which to me is on the shippers. If they just chill and let people be and stop inserting KG into everything, the fandom wouldnt be what it is

This is a perfectly nuanced and well said message. Shippers that once hated her guts or didn't like her at all all of a sudden turned 180 and started harassing fans that didn't like her. That kind of behavior is not normal. Instead of disliking her on once side of the spectrum they went to the complete opposite side and instead went balls to the wall. You can just be normal about something. It doesn't have to be extremes on either end. I agree with you that the shippers are only going gung-ho about it for attention, for popularity, and to be accepted by everyone else. Those that dare to speak up and voice their opinion otherwise are shunned and bullied, deemed as tinfoil hat conspiracy theorists, which is insane because anyone can see these two have no chemistry and they don't like each other...which isn't a conspiracy lol.

We can have our opinions and im not ever forcing nobody to have one specific viewpoint. Feel what you feel, but don't be a dickhead and try to indoctrinate people into a war AND into feeling one kind of way, otherwise "you're not a real fan and you don't love austin". They can't think nuanced and differentiated, it's all extremes with them. which is suspect. i like to surround myself with people who can think for themselves, stand in their opinions, and also be open minded.

#lindsay's anon asks

[kissmyhandcallmedarling]

spunky dilf

vince noir x reader

imagine: finding out you were pregnant with vince's child.

(don't ask why i put that gif - its just hilarious.)

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Twelve days. It was twelve days late. It had never been this late before.

"Oi! Y/n, you up?" The yell of your shamanic landlord and good friend, Naboo, shook you from your thoughts.

"Um, yes!" You hollered back.

"Do ya want some malt loaf? Bollo's just put the tea on."

"Oh, yeah, thanks, Naboo. I'll be out in a minute."

"No worries... Bollo you ballbag! What are ya doin'?"

"Ughhhh," *crash* "I think I may have eat the cakes."

"You idiot! Those were my hash cakes! I made em' for Pete you tit!"

"Sorry."

You laughed to yourself as you got out of bed, wrapping a warm, woolen shawl of Vince's around your shoulders. The antics of your housemates never failed to put a smile on your face - even when you faced such a situation as you believed yourself to be in at the moment.

You emerged from your chrysalis of a bedroom and joined your mates in the kitchenette, taking a seat on the couch.

"Mornin'!" Naboo greeted, sitting opposite you on a beaded pouffe (this was followed by a grunt from Bollo, letting you know your presence was noted).

"Morning."

"What's up with you?" He took a puff of his pipe.

"Nothing's up." You folded your arms tighter over your chest.

"I'm a shaman. I can sense when something's off. And something is definitely off about you this morning."

"Isn't that empathy? You don't need to be shaman to have empathy." Bollo waddled over with the tea and malt loaf on a tray.

"Yeah, whatever. 'Point is," he took another drag, blowing smoke from his nostrils. You were usually alright with the smell of... whatever the hell he smokes... but today it made you positively gag! "Something's different about you, Y/n. I can sense it."

"I have no idea what you're on about, Naboo." You took a bite of malt loaf - it was a little stale, but you were rather hungry, so you ate it regardless. "Where's Vince and Howard."

"Didn't Howard tell you?"

"No...?"

"The dickhead," Naboo scoffed. "Long story. So you know how Vince went to some party last night? Well, he got home about half-three and was pretty pissed-"

You rolled your eyes; Vince enjoyed a cocktail or three, but barely ever got himself truly wasted. However, it was his mate Leroy's bucks party, and so naturally, you weren't surprised he took the opportunity to go to town on the booze.

"He wanted to straighten his hair and basically, he fell asleep on his straighteners and got a nasty burn-"

"Why did no one tell me about this?!"

"I dunno. Anyway, Howard took 'im to the doctors to get it checked. You were still asleep and Vince insisted on leaving you be."

"Right..." You spent a moment comprehending the story. "Shit, it wasn't the Nicky Clarke's was it?"

"Yes. Think so." Bollo grunted.

"Fucking idiot! Jesus christ Vince!"

"Don't take offense, Y/n, but you're being really moody this morning."

"Am I?" You retorted. "Oh, I'm sorry. I only just found out my tit of a boyfriend got himself pissed and ended up with second-degree burns!” You excused yourself from the couch and went back to your room, slamming the door behind you.

"I've got a bad feeling about this."

Bloody hell! This was the last thing you needed! Vince going out and getting shitfaced, unbeknown to the fact that he may be a father sooner than he wished! Fuck!

You paced your room, trying to think of what your next move would be. You were too young for this - you told yourself. But you needed to know...

And so you did a test.

*POSITIVE*

You were pregnant.

***

You were midway through the afternoon shift in the shop when Howard arrived back with Vince slung over his shoulders, looking terribly hungover, still wearing his red catsuit and silver boots.

“Ughh, I need a Berocca!” 

Howard gestured for Vince to head upstairs, before walking over to you. “You go look after him. I’ll take care of the shop.”

“Thanks Howard.” You gave him a pat on the shoulder before rushing over to aid Vince up the stairs. Once at the top, you guided Vince into your room and laid him down on the bed. 

“What have you gone and done to yourself, you bloody idiot?” 

“Well I had a few too many flirtini’s at Leroys and…”

“That was a rhetorical question.”

“Oh.”

 “I know what you did. You fell asleep on your Nicky Clarkes.”

“…I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” Vince raked a hand through his hair. “I was pretty pissed.”

This whole kerfuffle nearly made you forget about your own situation.

“It’s alright, just so long as you’re alright now.”

“It’s better, now that I’m with you.” He reached to your face and tucked a stray hair behind your ear, before gently pulling your face down to meet his lips in a tender kiss.

You smiled and gave his hand a squeeze.

“You rest up. I’ll fetch you a Berocca and run you a bath.”

“Cheers, darlin’. You’re a diamond.”

You got his Berocca and then set out to preparing his bath with nice warm water, bubbles, and put out his favourite shower gels and shampoos and conditioners (he had alot of those). 

“You ready, Vince?”

“Yeah.” 

You helped him up and walked with him to the bathroom, closing the door softly behind the two of you. 

“Right, let’s have a little look at this wound.” You told Vince to sit, and you crouched beside him. Having since changed out of his catsuit, he pulled up his shirt, and you lowered the already-very-low waistband of his black trousers. The burn was protected by a dressing.

“Can you take it off please. The dressing.” He asked. His voice... was vulnerable.

“You sure?”

He nodded. 

“Can you hold this?” You got him to hold his waistband down while you gently plucked at the corners, trying to ease the bandage from his skin with as little pain as possible. “Almost there.”

He bit his lip as you yanked the stubborn edge from his skin. Vince let out a sigh of relief.

“Thanks for that.”

“Is it sore? Are you sure you’ll be alright to have it in water?” You observed the bright red scar that lacerated his groin.

“A little sore, yeah. But I really need a bath, so I don’t really care. My hair is absolutely mank!”

"So you're saying you'd prefer an infected wound, to greasy hair?"

"It'll be fine!"

“Alright, I’ll leave you be then.” You turned to leave the room, but Vince caught your wrist. 

“No. Stay." His eyes were soft. "Won’t you join me?”

You smiled .“I guess it wouldn’t do any harm.”

He beamed that childish grin of his. 

Soon the two of you were immersed in the hot water and bubbles, Vince retelling stories of the previous night.

"And then, Jaque LeCube, right, he got this massive hose pipe right and chugged a pint of lager in one. I don't even know where his mouth is."

You listened intently, relishing these intimate moments, as your head rest on his chest, surrounded by warm, lavender-scented foam.

Gradually, the chatter petered out, and you simply lay in his embrace, your fingertips grazing his thigh below the water surface.

"Vince?" You broke the silence.

"Hmm?"

"I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

You sat up and met his gaze.

"I'm..."

"Y/n, what is it?" His expression grew solemn as you struggled to string your sentence together.

You held your breath.

"I'm pregnant."

He didn't respond, simply looked at you blankly, as though trying to comprehend the words you'd uttered.

"Vince, say something." You grew concerned.

"Fuck..."

Your heart sank.

But a cheeky grin broke across his face.

"I've always wanted to be spunky dilf!

"Vince!" You giggled. Not at all the reaction you were expecting.

"You know, like a super cool dad who looks like a rockstar - you know when we pick up the kid from school and all their friends go 'wow, look at their dad! He's so cool!'" He turned to you and took your hand. "So, we're really having a baby then?"

"Yes. Yes we are."

He smiled softly. "You're going to be the best mother to our child."

"And you the best, coolest, most Jagger-esque father!"

"You know it, darlin'." He placed a hand on your stomach. "I love you."

#vince noir #noel fielding #the mighty boosh #vince noir x reader #mighty boosh #howard moon #julian barratt #i love the mighty boosh

[kaylinasher]

7

Love is not romance and flowers.  Love is not always butterflies and longing looks.  Love is action, sacrifice, and hard work.  It is sometimes brutal, bloody, and violent.  It will drive a person to do unspeakable things to protect another.  If Valentine's Day is about love, true love, then this is the perfect story for today.

TW = VIOLENCE, MENTION OF TORTURE, BLOOD, DAMIEN IS STILL A DICKHEAD...K?

While Damien had taken precautions with Asher, those with Kaylin had been far more lax.  He had imagined her nothing more than a weak and spoiled Princess like her mother. That is where his grave miscalculation came.  His own Generals and Asher had trained her to fight, use weapons, and in magic. So it was before dawn when she roused from the unconsciousness her father's boot kick had relegated her to.

Her body ached, her head thumped, the world around her felt unstable, but she was unguarded and alive.  The last two were the most dangerous for both Damien and anyone between her and Asher, because there was one more thing Damien didn't know: his own father had known that one day he would turn on his daughter, and he'd made provisions. Provisions that would change the course of everything

Sunlight is too much for you to bear

It's high time you came up for air

Don't hide a single thing

Behind your perfect skin

Don't keep your secrets in a prayer

As soon as her head cleared enough that raising it from the stone floor did not make the world spin and bring forth a new wave of nausea, Kaylin crawled over to the massive wardrobe that was opposite her bed.  Laying flat on the floor again, she stuck her hand underneath and pulled out a silk bag that made a slight jingle.  Inside were two black cuff bracelets and a golden chain with what appeared to be a carved obsidian pendant.  They were gifts from her grandfather, Lucifer.  She'd been told to hide them and if her father ever became a threat, use them.  She had no idea what they would do, but Lucifer was the person she trusted right after Asher.

As soon as she slipped them on , the nausea abated and the vertigo ceased.  She could feel her healing speed increasing.  Maybe her great-grandfather Div had a hand in the creation of the pieces as well.  Soon she'd be able to ask them herself, but she had other matters to attend to first.  

Sitting up, she pulled open the large doors to the wardrobe as quietly as she could.  Her strength WAS returning; but she wasn’t ready to try out her ability to fight just yet, and certainly not naked.  First thing to do was clothing, and she knew just what she wanted.   At the bottom of the wardrobe, hidden behind all of the garments appropriate for royalty was a set of black utility pants, a black long sleeve top, her thick socks, and her boots.  It seemed the perfect outfit for the occasion, and her father HAD always preached being appropriately dressed at all times.  

There is nothing you can say or do

I won't cut you loose, no

So break the silence

We know that we can brave it all

Whatever enchantment her grandfather, and possibly great-grandfather, had placed upon the jewelry seemed to be increasing in its speed of healing.  By the time she had retrieved all of her clothing, she was able to stand up to put it on.  No unsteadiness remained at all.  That fact had a malevolent smirk forming on her lips as she walked to her bed and began to reach under the mattress to pull out a few weapons that Asher had gifted her.  He could not have known she would one day use them to save him.  Since she was sure Div wasn't going to be on her father’s side, nor Lucifer, nor her cousins, that meant everyone between her and Asher were now well and truly fucked.

When she started to head out of her room, dawn was just breaking.  Soon she knew Asher’s execution would take place. Her father had ordered him to the dungeon so she traced to a small storage room at the bottom of the stairs that led there.  For several minutes she stood still and silent listening to everything that was transpiring outside. 

Her father’s voice could be heard giving orders.  There were at least two others with him, but she couldn't hear Asher.  Tears pricked at her eyes but rage burned in her heart as she believed she was too late.  It had taken her too long, and she had failed him.  But she would give payback.

If you're hoping we'll be home

Don't be afraid to ask for help

It won't make me love you any less

It won't make me love you any less

Don't hide behind me

You're strong enough to face the fall

It won't make me love you any less

As soon as she was sure her father had gone up the stairs into the main part of the castle, Kaylin exited her hiding place with the stealth of a trained assassin.   She crossed the short distance to the guard at the bottom of the stairs.  Not a sound was heard to give him warning before she struck, the blade on her dagger so sharp that when she slit his throat she nearly decapitated him.  Black blood coated the opposite wall and the bottom two stairs.  

There hadn't been the sound of anything been dragged when she heard her father pass the room she'd been hiding in, so she hoped that he'd left Asher’s body in whatever cell he'd been held in.  At least she could take him to the Palace and see if Abriella could do SOMETHING. She'd beg, even trade her own life.  

Just as stealthily as she'd snuck up on the first guard, Kaylin moved down the hallway that led to the cells.   Keeping to the balls of her feet, she was soundless.  As she came to the last corner, he was relieved to see there was only one guard.  Asher had to be dead, her father would never leave only one guard with him. The guard would just become a snack. 

No shame, no hurt, nothing to lose

My love my heart don't need to prove

And there's nothing you can say or do

There's no one that can change my mind

It's not a weakness, we all have our crosses to bear

Even though once more Kaylin was absolutely silent, the guard caught movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to face her.  "Well, what do we have here?  Daddy just went to get you, little girl.  Come down early to have some pre-festivity fun?" He leered at her and she felt nauseous.   She kept her dagger behind her back, she was going to enjoy his death.

"You could say that." Kaylin’s voice was smooth as silk.  Years of faking obligations for her father had ensured she had no problem acting a part.  "Do you really think you're man enough to entertain me?" She wasn't even having to work to fall into seduction mode, it was easier than it had been with the Duke.  "I can be very particular in how I like to be pleased."

The guard sauntered over towards her, leaving his weapon on the small table next to where he'd been standing.  It was clear that he found her no threat.   She did so love to be underestimated.  The saccharine sweet smile remained on her face until the very last second, giving no indication of her plans. Then she struck without warning.   

This time she was facing her opponent and while her movements were to fast for him to stop, she did end up covered in a significant amount of blood when she effortlessly slit his throat then flipped her grip on the dagger to drive it into his temple til the blade tip exited on the other side of his skull.  When she withdrew her blade, he fell to the floor, dead.

"Enjoy Caligo, bastard." She spat on him.

If you're hoping we'll be home

Don't be afraid to ask for help

It won't make me love you any less

It won't make me love you any less

Don't hide behind me

You're strong enough to face the fall

Woah, it won't make me love you any less

Kaylin closed her eyes and steeled her heart to go into the "traitors cell" where her father always conducted his torture.   She knew what she would find, her heart breaking and her resolve threatening to crumble. But she couldn't leave his body there, she would not give Damien that satisfaction. She would take it with her to the Palace and beg for her cousins to let her bury him there in the Field of Warriors if Abriella would not use her powers of necromancy.

Then she heard the sweetest sound she'd ever heard in her life. Her name. Just a whisper. The faintest whisper. But HIS whisper and that was all that mattered. 

Time to call me from the cold

Time to let the truth be told

It won't make me love you any less

After digging through the guards pockets for the keys, she was in the cell in a flash. The sight of yellow blood splattered on everywhere had her desire for vengeance rising with each beat of her heart.  Asher’s head was hanging, his hair saturated with his blood, and a pool of it surrounding his feet; but as she drew close to him she could see his chest moving still.  Thank The Source that he was alive and she hD not imagined that whisper!  Placing her hands gently on the sides of his face, she raised his head and looked into his eyes, tears brimming in hers and found her breath stolen by all she saw.  The normal spark that she saw in them was dimmed and fading, but the fight was still in them.  She had to get him out of the cell so that he could heal and so that she could get them to the Palace for help.  

“Hold on, Ash.  Please.”  She pleaded, then added what she had been unable to tell him earlier due to them being interrupted.  “I love you too.” A soft kiss on his lips he, then she gently released his head down.  Kneeling, her fingers slipped in his blood a few times but she was finally able to undo the shackles holding his feet.  She knew they didn’t have long before someone found out that she wasn’t in her room and came looking for her, so she was trying to hurry, but the amount of blood in the cell was a hamper.  No doubt that they would know that she was down with Asher.  They’d have to know she would never leave without him.

Once his feet were free she stood, letting him lean against her to take the weight off of his already ravaged wrists.  His yellow blood coated his forearms, and even partially his upper arms as well, making then slick also.  As fast as she could, she found the key on the ring that released the manacles that held his wrists.  When his full weight fell on her, he knees buckled at first, but she was too stubborn to fail now.  Locking her legs, she slid her arms under his shoulders, “come on, Ash, you’ve got to help me.  We’ve just got to make it to the door. I'll get us home.”

Closing her eyes and summoning every ounce of strength she had in her aching and still bruised body, she started backing towards the door.  Her hands on his back could feel that it had been completely ravaged by her fathers sadistic brutality; of the two of them, he was the worse off by far   Kaylin was determined that even if she died when they landed in the Palace, she was going to get him out of here and make sure he was safe.  This was her fault, all her fault.  He had paid for her wanting him in human form in her father's castle.

With each step that Kaylin took, Asher tried to as well.  He knew his weight on her was slowing them down, but the damage that Damien had done was not healing because of the iron that had been on him and encased the room was slowing his healing. He couldn’t let her die in this cell for trying to save him, he’d already failed up in her room by letting them get the upper hand on him and not defending her better. He should have taken her from this place when she admitted that their feelings were mutual.  If he'd just protected her they wouldn't be in this position.  Instead, he failed her.

If you're hoping we'll be home

Don't be afraid to ask for help

It won't make me love you any less

It won't make me love you any less

Don't hide behind me

You're strong enough to face the fall

Woah, it won't make me love you any less

They were only a few feet from the door when Kaylin heard her father’s voice bellowing down the stairs from the floor above to search the whole castle for her.  She didn’t hear his boots coming  down yet, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be at any moment.  One foot out of the cell, that was all she needed.  One foot out and she could get her fire magic to work and trace to the Palace, anywhere in the Palace.  “Okay, dragon, now would be a good time to shift into your tiny form, or help a little more.  You’re kind of heavy and we’re about to have guests, handsome.”  She kissed his cheek because she was about to cause him more pain and she hated it, but there was no way around it.  They HAD to get the fuck out of that cell. "I'm so sorry…"

Asher was about to give a sarcastic retort back to Kaylin’s comment when she locked her hands across his ravaged back and yanked, throwing all of her weight backwards and pulling.  He knew WHY she was doing it, but that did not mean the white hot, blinding pain that shot through his entire being, almost making him lose control over all function, was any more bearable.  What it did do, however, was to cause him to jerk one foot up as his body tried to free itself from whatever was causing the further torment that his nerves were being subjected to.  When that foot came down it was forward of his body.  Focusing every single ounce of strength that remained within him, he pushed against the floor with that foot with a roar. He could feel when they cleared the threshold, then they were engulfed in flames.

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[enjoyyourdunghillbaal]

Is red your favorite color, creep?

That would totally be in character for you.

Favoring whatever the enemy or opposition prefers.

Get a list of all his likes and dislikes, and align yourself with the opposite.

Favor everything he hates.

Oppose everything he favors.

As punishment for not being christian and punishment for not glorifying satanism either.

Did I select tags?

Tumblr Admin/corruption in the system?

Sometimes you ask, sometimes you don't?

My fingers were nowhere near any buttons. UK dickhead is just being a fucking showoff, corrupting the American system.

Law before religion, dickhead. Not the other way around.

You are still a human being and subject to the Law above and before the church. You are not a supernatural diety, you are one human's interpretation of religion, or how you think things should be.

Who are you going to dispute religion with? Satan? Your imaginary friend? Does he talk to you? You are an American human being, and subject to human laws.

Is that supposed to make me feel safe with you around? Because it doesn't. Your just another dick showing off and abusing power.

Who the fuck are you to me?

Some corrupt asshole playing reindeer games and treating me like an outcast and calling yourself christmas.

Corrupted piece of shit.

What's your endgame? You gonna play this bullshit for another 50 years? All I have to do is tell you no.

As long as I'm not corrupt and you are, I'm one step closer to the job you want.

If you're such hot shit and so powerful, how come Trump isn't immune to the Law?

Would you have done better if you left it the fuck alone?

There's no reasoning with you.

In your eyes I'm a nigger. It doesn't matter what my skin color is. Your corrupt piece of shit ass has already made that decision. No matter how much I respect and honor, you don't have to respect or honor a fucking thing.

None of this bad math. Nothing smelled like corruption.

Come back when you don't smell like bent rules and broken laws.

"We don't want to be helpful, we want to alienate you and play things into the favor of those you don't trust."

We're the kkk, we don't want you to be comfortable. We don't want you to correct any errors.

If your conduct is flawless, we don't want you to know.

We only care about powertripping and trying to hold shit over your head and applying pressure whenever we want.

You're the token patsy, and designated loser, and token sacrifice. Your misfortune by our hands has already been decided.

We don't like you, we don't want to like you. Your ill favor or misfortune has already been decided by us.

Funny how when I owned my own house, this bullshit could not exist. My house. My rules. Noone above or higher than me. Noone to give me grief over unsubstantiated bullshit and rules made up as they go along.

Your just another lawless dick that answers to my mother's brother and he wants the Law dead as it applies to him.

Corrupted piece of shit.

Why? What's on your mind, corrupted piece of shit?

Oh, did you want me to "tap here" to update my Samsung account?

Was this another parks and re-creation/methamphetamine sales and distribution gray area?..corrupted piece of shit. Can't pursue justice because your too busy making money in the meth business, huh, Jesse.

You would not tolerate you.

Corrupted piece of shit.

[qualitycontroll]

Fucking dick needs to make confusion out of everything.

Is that anything like religious fanatics that need to include Jesus in everything?

The whole bullshit creed about the pentagram symbol or what it represents....

One person's official word on a drawing is that it symbolizes confusion.

Whatever.

If you're an asshole that wants to confuse people, I don't need to listen to you, or the bullshit values you glorify. Don't waste your time trying to get an explanation to make sense, just fire him. And hire somebody that isn't a fuckup or bad business representation.

Everything made sense and you had no questions until this shithead opened his mouth, that has not changed.

Why? Do you have a thing for making customers miss their shot?

Is it because you hate America and American things and want to shit on the quality of the whole life experience in America?

Do you fuck with everything black culture related too? Or just the things that I enjoy that "daddy" disapproves of, so he makes things as difficult and overcomplicated as he can get away with.

When people are shopping online or browsing a website. When you browse the inventory and then select an item to look at in more detail,

Why the fuck do you keep forcing navigation back to the top.

It's suddenly a "trend".

I have two items I'm comparing right next to each other. Go back to look at the item next to it, and it navigates you back 8 pages and scroll down for 3 minutes to look at the item next to it.

Then.

Rearrange the website or app's layout during checkout in the middle of money matters and financial transactions, and everything while placing an order.

Now, what other 5 things did you have to buy from your memory?

You get off on being a fucking dick to people as your consolation when the world goes my way sometimes.

Do I think he's trying to make customers go away?

PROBABLY.

Reason for discrimination?

Fag mob underground.

That's all you have against me.

The words faggot and nigger are part of my vocabulary.

What else motivates you to act in opposition to everything?

Be an insufferable stubborn fat child burden about everything that doesn't go your way?

Jealous ex? Ex spouse? Ex husband, Ex boyfriend, Ex wife, Ex girlfriend, and everyday is devoted to a war effort to try and railroad your Ex partner back into the congregation's fold.

A liver that does not want you.

Why do you want somebody that doesn't want you?

Maybe you only care about making life unpleasant for your one specified and singled out target that you treat as prey, hoping that if you shat upon the quality of life in my neighborhood that I would leave.

That intrigues me.

Who the fuck are you, that you can't coexist in the same community, and who the fuck are you, that you fear being caught, or identified by me, why you want to sneak around behind my back?

You followed ME dickhead. Who'd you bring with you? Cocaine and ketomine addicts and the 1991 graduating class?

What else are you doing to build your reputation?

[taeisegg]

me about now. and for a long time. don’t r*blog

#the egg rises #vent #honestly i don't know how long i can keep going!! #very desperately holding onto some positives but uh #it's also not right to ignore negatives? #though it's also. very. VERY bad negatives. #also i censored r*blog so dick heads don't come around #so dickheads don't do the opposite or whatever

[sebsbrokentoe]

Supply Closet

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warnings: nothing, pure fluff, nosy Sam but we love him, nothing else i could think of. all mistakes are mine.

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word count: 1696

“What are you doing?” Sam eyed you curiously at the way you were hiding behind him, seeing as you were the same height as him, it was like a giraffe hiding behind another giraffe. 

“I’m looking for my dignity, can’t you see” You sarcastically replied to him as if it wasn’t obvious you were trying to hide from Bucky. 

You didn’t realise when you had a crush on Bucky, it just developed over the moments you had with each other. You both had gotten close over a few months. It started just as small glances when you passed each other in the hallway but then it became sneaking off in the kitchen talking about anything. Then it became more, you knew he had nightmares, which is why he came at any hour of the night to see you. You, on the other hand, just couldn’t sleep at night, you didn’t have nightmares or anything, you just couldn’t so instead you started to bake or cook whenever you couldn’t sleep. Tony had an unlimited amount of supplies so why not use them. You rarely shared your treats with anyone, so when you started offering them to Bucky and eventually making what he liked, you, along with the rest of the team put the pieces together, well everyone except Bucky. 

You tried to make your flirting obvious but every time you tried to flirt, you’d just make a fool of yourself and he’d laugh. Normally your flirting came naturally, especially with Bucky but you didn’t think he saw it that way. You were fine with things that way, you didn’t want to tell Bucky about your feelings in case you ruined your friendship, so you hid your feelings, horribly.

This time you decided to hide from Bucky because in your idiotic mind if you didn’t see him you wouldn’t have feelings for him. You swore you were smarter than that but not when it comes to Bucky. So now here you are, trying to hide behind Sam and doing a horrible amazing job. 

“Why the hell are you hiding from Barnes?” Sam stopped in the midst of his walk to turn around to talk to you.

“Don’t move he’ll see me, just keep moving and stop looking suspicious” You squatted behind him in case Bucky turned this way. 

“He’ll see us when we walk past him anyway and answer my question, why are you ignoring him?”  Seeing as your disguise wasn’t working, you quickly pulled Sam away in the opposite direction of Bucky, but he saw both of you and quickly misinterpreted the situation.

 Seeing as every time you ignored Bucky you would go to Sam, Bucky thought of the two of you becoming more than friends and he didn’t like how he felt about it. He was just bad at saying what he felt, especially when it came to his feelings for you. Normally he could talk about anything with you but he always felt flustered when it became about what he felt for you because you were special to him. When you came on the team and saw him around the compound, you didn’t hide from him and you weren’t scared of him either. You always greeted him with a smile on your face and since then instead of glaring at everyone who would give him a second glance he would give them a small smile as if your joy rubbed off on him. 

He didn’t even second guess himself when he started to talk to you about his nightmares. Every night, when he couldn’t sleep, he knew he would find you in the kitchen making something and just the sight of you standing in the kitchen with flour all over you was enough for him to calm down from whatever woke him up. So your conversations came naturally, there was no push to talk about anything and if it got awkward, you would quickly talk about something else, while Bucky listened to you. Bucky for the first time in a long time felt peace. Of course, he had Steve, but you were different, you didn’t know anything about him yet it felt like you knew each other for your entire lives. 

So when Bucky saw you heading off with Sam, he didn’t like what he felt. He didn’t want to come to conclusions but you’ve been acting weird lately. You haven’t been baking when he came into the kitchen at night, he never saw you around the common room anymore. He didn’t want to let anyone know, but he was worried, he was worried that he was losing you and he didn’t want to but he wasn’t one for a confrontation so he thought he’d try to forget about it for now. 

You successfully pulled Sam away from anywhere near Bucky and steered him towards a closet, not completely closing the door. To anyone else, it may seem like you were more than friends about to have a hot moment in the supply closet, but it wasn’t anything like that.

“Okay, you need to listen to me and don't interrupt me and I swear to God you better not tell anyone about this, got it?” Maybe you were overreacting but you’d rather not die of humiliation if everyone finds out that you have a crush on Bucky. It didn’t matter if they probably figured it out but both you and Bucky brushed the rumours, with the excuse that you were just friends and for a while you believed it, thinking that Bucky didn’t need to get in a relationship right now, so you never thought of it. But now, after all the time you two spent together, getting closer than others in the compound and the fact that he trusted you to talk about anything, you cherished that and part of you didn’t want to ruin the wonderful friendship you had. 

“Jeez woman alright, I won’t tell a soul that you’re in love with Barnes' “. That smirky ass held his hand up like he was being sworn in, almost laughing at you, but hiding it with a cough. 

“I’m not in love with him” You scoffed at that, even though he was right, but you didn’t want him to be right, because if he is, then if this got out to Bucky, you’ll be screwed and not in a good way.

He raised an eyebrow at your confession, not believing a word you said, but urges you to continue. 

“Okay, maybe I have feelings for him, but I can't let anyone know, especially Bucky. I don’t need my heart broken because I couldn't keep my mouth shut.”. You started to ramble not seeing what signals Sam was giving you, trying to ignore his distractions to continue your rant. 

“Hey um, maybe we should talk another time-” You interrupted him again, not understanding what he was h trying to do. 

“Stop interrupting me, I need to talk to someone about this and while you’re not my first choice, you’re here so shut up and listen” Before Sam could say anything, the door opened wider, with the last person you wanted to see behind it. Staring at Bucky with your mouth slightly opened, not saying a word, Sam slipped out between the two of you, not needed anymore. 

You tried to move but of course, you were having a dumb moment, which you had a lot around Bucky, but usually, you hid it better. Before you could say anything, Bucky closed the door behind him and walked closer to you and suddenly, the room seemed a hell of a lot smaller and jeez was it harm in there. He stopped right in front of you, which made it easy for him to hear your shaky breaths. 

“Why have you been ignoring me?” You were surprised, thinking Bucky would ask right away about what he heard between you and Sam, but you knew he wouldn’t understand your stupidity. So instead of beating around the bush, you decided to get to the point.

“I’m sorry, I just-, I was just being immature. I thought that I should stay away from you because I thought my feelings would get in the way and make you uncomfortable. I know you don’t like me like that so I didn’t want to tell you to mess up our friendship and I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you recently and I’m-”

Suddenly you were cut off by warm lips and you felt every emotion from that kiss. It was better than you could’ve ever imagined. He pulled back way too soon, showing that special smile that only a few have had the pleasure of seeing. You smiled back, the small curve on your lips turning into a full-on grin. 

“Do you need an explanation for that or do I need to do it again?” He said cheekily while holding your face with his large hands, both of you now laughing at his statement. 

“I don't think I quite got that, you may need to do it a few more times” You giggled again, linking your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to kiss him again, only this time being interrupted by cheering behind the door.

“Fucking finally” You knew that had to be Sam, who probably brought everyone else to see what was going to end up happening. 

“Shut up dickhead” Bucky yelled from your embrace, trying to sound stern, but you saw the small smile on his lips. 

I think we could finish this in the bedroom, don’t you think, I may still need help understanding what you meant” before you could even finish your sentence, you were lifted in the air, your legs latching around his waist, while he tried to get through the herd of ‘supporters’ outside the supply closet. Both of you were laughing, trying to get to the bedroom before someone followed you, knowing that someone definitely would.

“Remind me to tell F.R.I.D.A.Y not to let Sam near our room” You giggled in his neck, nodding slightly as he gripped your thighs more, leaving a small kiss on your temple. 

tags: @especially-obsessed​ | @leyannrae​ | @becca-e-barnes​ 

#Bucky Barnes #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x poc!reader #james buchanan barnes #soft bucky #bucky x female reader #bucky x you

[manwhoregillion]

Can you do one with Techno (platonic ofc) where reader (Male!Y/N) gets cold out in the snow and he hands Y/N his cape to wear so they don't get cold more than they already are? Have a nice day/night love! <3

Alone in the Snow

C!Technoblade x Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 608

Warnings: Fight (verbal), Angst

Pronouns used: He/Him

I hope you enjoy!!

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Technoblade really didn’t want to get close to Y/N. Whenever he got close to people, they either got hurt or left him and he would rather that not happen to him. When Phil brought Y/N home saying that he was kicked out of L’Manburg and needed a place to stay Techno begrudgingly opened his house to him. After a few weeks of having Y/N as a housemate Techno started to open-up to him. Soon enough the two spent almost every second together. Techno even decided to teach Y/N to fight.

One night Techno was laying in bed when he realised. Him and Y/N were friends. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Techno is supposed to be alone. It’s better this way. He’s better when he’s alone. When this realisation hit him, Techno started ignoring Y/N. It started with small things like not telling him when he went to go collect wood or skipping out on dinner together or even answering any of Y/N’s attempts to start up small talk with grunts before leaving. Y/N decided to let Technoblade deal with whatever he was going through on his own. If he wanted alone time Y/N would give him alone time.

Y/N was sat outside waiting for Technoblade for their weekly sparring session. No matter what happened Y/N could always trust that Techno would be here every week at 4pm. The sessions were seemingly getting shorter but hey that’s better than nothing. Y/N sat on a log, shivering slightly. He absolutely was not dressed in warm enough clothing, but he would warm up when he started moving so it's fine. Suddenly seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours and Y/N was still sat outside alone. He sat watching the sunset when he finally saw Techno come out from the woods.

“Hey Techno! You’re late,” Y/N yelled out. Techno barely grunted out a response, not even bothering to make eye contact.

“What the fuck is up with you lately,” Techno turned to make eye contact face still emotionless.

“What do you mean?” Techno asked, making Y/N’s face turn red with anger.

“What do I mean? You’ve been such a fucking dickhead lately! All you do is ignore me and now you miss out on our sparring session and act like it’s nothing!”

“Stop freaking out it’s not that big of a deal,” Techno turned away and walked inside, not letting Y/N yell at him anymore. Y/N stormed off in the opposite direction, sitting alone in the snow.

Techno sat alone in silence, realising what he’d just done. It had happened again. He’d let it happen again. He was about to lose someone again. Y/N was sat alone in the snow and it was all his fault. Wait. He was alone in the snow? Y/N was not wearing enough clothes he was going to freeze out there. Techno decided to put their fight past them for a second and go outside to make sure Y/N wasn’t freezing.

Y/N could feel the cold snow falling on his back, but he didn’t move to go inside. He didn’t want to get into another fight so instead, he sat in the cold snow questioning all his life choices. Y/N’s thoughts were interrupted when he felt something heavy fall on his back. He turned around to see a cloakless Technoblade stood behind him.

“Sorry you just looked cold you probably don’t want to see me I’m just going to go back inside now,” Before Y/N could respond or even thank him Technoblade was speeding away to his cabin. Y/N smiled slightly and pulled the cloak tighter around his shoulders. Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad.

#dream smp #technoblade #technoblade x reader #technoblade x male!reader #x reader #x male!reader