#stop mentioning those gross things on my post please

[nexysworld]

Dead Dove, Content Entitlement, and Fandoms

There's been no end of posts clogging up popular fandom tags with arguments and opinions on dark content, dead dove, and related things. While I've seen some decent posts that go over media literacy and dark content, I personally feel like none fully encompass my entire feelings on this nor provide all the points that I feel are important.

I know people have strong feelings on this subject, and I'm not expecting to immediately change anyone's minds. But I hope maybe I can toss some food for thought out there, or provide further context from both a victim of SA as well as a content creator. This has been bothering me for a while now to the point where it has been making me no longer want to write or engage in fandoms on Tumblr, and so I needed to get this out there with my stance. I've also had people in my inbox stating that my dark content is somehow morally better than other writer's dark content. TW: Mentions of dark content including discussions of noncon/dubcon, harassment, SA, etc.

Addressing Common Points

If you write or consume [INSERT CONTENT], you're romanticizing and endorsing it and that makes you a bad person. Or, you're weird/wrong/gross for it. I see this brought up primarily with dubcon/noncon topics. It should go without saying, but fiction is fantasy, it's separate from real life. Adults who consume this type of content understand that these things are NOT ok in real life. But to take it a step further, I want to stress that having noncon fantasies is actually INCREDIBLY common. In studies regarding these fantasies, nearly 50% or more of people who participated admitted to having fantasies that align with these topics the majority of which are women. Not only that but these kinds of fantasies are even more common in people who have been victims of these crimes. This isn't some niche thing only liked by a minority of people. If you don't believe me here's an example of ONE study, but there's plenty of easily accessible information out there. By conflating consuming/writing this content with someone's moral character stigmatizes these feelings further and does more harm than good. And I know what you're thinking though. But why? Why would someone who's gone through something like that fantasize about something so awful? Why is this appealing to anyone, victims or not? Fiction creates a safe space to explore topics. In fiction there are no real victims, no one is actually getting hurt, it's all fake. The characters aren't real and if at any point as the reader you are too uncomfortable to continue, you can stop and exit. You can like the idea of a fictional person tossing you around, while also feeling uncomfortable if a real life man tried to pick you up a the bar or didn't take no for an answer. There's also "normal" things you can fantasize about, but not want to participate in IRL.

Hypocrisy and what is considered dark content? This won't apply to everyone, but I've seen a number of people who claim to be anti-dark content but reblog things that are non consensual, perhaps without realizing it. And this is especially true for those who are younger on here. Please understand that noncon/dubcon does not inherently need to be violent or gory. Any situation in which there's a lack of consent or a power imbalance is inappropriate. Somno fics? If it's not explicitly stated that it was agreed upon prior in the fic, that is still non consensual even if it's written to be "sweet.", even if it's a pre-established relationship. Professor x student fics? There's power imbalance there. There's a reason you cannot have a relationship with your teachers in real life. Hybrid fics? Most people write hybrids as completely sentient people who are treated as sex slaves. They have little choice or are "following instinct." You cannot consent to someone who literally OWNS you after adopting you. You get the gist. There's far more to consent than physically manhandling someone. Yet because these things are written in a way that contextualizes them as being "sweet" and "normal", they aren't considered dark content by many people. If you're ok with the above, you have to understand that these ARE forms of dubcon/noncon. I would even argue that these are more romanticizing of these topics than stuff that's far more explicit in nature. If you would be pissed if your IRL partner tried to feel you up in your sleep, but enjoy somno fics, or enjoy the Taboo of Professor Leon, but wouldn't fuck your actual college professor - then that is the EXACT way in which people who enjoy even "darker" content can enjoy the fiction whilst not partaking in real life.

It sets a bad example for younger people on the website/"protect the children." Children shouldn't be looking at smut in general, dark content, vanilla content, etc. I don't know what else to tell you. It is NOT the job of content creators to try and police what teenagers do on the internet, that's between them and their parents. The majority of creators who make 18+ content explicitly state MDNI and block those younger than 18 if we discover them trying to interact with us. That is the most that we can and should be expected to do.

[INSERT CHARACTER] would NEVER act like that, it irritates me when people write them as OOC. Fanfiction is by definition NON canon. The only people who truly know how a character is supposed to act are the people who created those characters. But I want to add on to this, there are plenty of times in which a character acts entirely OOC even in fluffy or vanilla fanfiction. Every writer is going to have a different interpretation of how a character acts or thinks - and yet it's only really complained about when it's dark content. These characters are not real. Leon cannot be upset or hurt by people writing dark content about him, because he doesn't exist. Part of the fun of fanfiction, at least in my opinion as well, is justifying certain things within the context. Many dark content writers will and do explain why the character became how they are or why they think that way using canon as context - not that I think it's required because fanfiction can be whatever you want it to. The point is, dark content or not, not everyone will be on the same wavelength as you about your favorite character.

Even if you're a victim of SA or other crimes, you should get professional help, not read dark content. This is a very bad take in my opinion. Mental health care can be incredibly hard to get. Reading fanfiction is free, it's harmless. But genuinely, imagine you're a victim of a heinous crime, and you're already struggling with feelings regarding it - to then be mobbed by people online telling you that you're weird and wrong for having the feelings that you do? This is also in league with my first point, but having these feelings are actually VERY normal. This is a healthy way to process the emotions in a safe environment where no real person gets hurt, where you can leave whenever you want. Stigmatizing these things does hurt real people though.

You're hurting other people who're victims of these things. Look, if a fic is not properly TW then I fully understand. Every victim will have a different experience, and while some may be ok with dark content, others won't. So if you open a fic expecting it to be one thing and it's another, that's shitty. But tags are there for a reason. If you see something marked Noncon, and that's triggering for you, no one is expecting you to read it. And here's the thing with tags/tw's as well, everyone's trauma is different. Something that one person might not consider dark content, or is generally considered innocuous might trigger someone else. If you are one of those people who think even seeing the trigger warning could be harmful to people, then that's a prime example of WHY you must curate your own experience online. Block certain words, tags, and phrases to make sure you don't see them. But that's on YOU to do, not people who create content. Their only responsibility is to warn you about the contents of the content they've made, their responsibility stops beyond that point. You know what DOES affect real people besides the stigmatization of their feelings or kinks? Harassing them. Leaving hate comments, telling people to unalive themselves. These affect the mental health of the real people behind the content that you don't like. I've seen death and rape threats SENT to dark content writers.

Dark content in other forms of media. It's interesting to me that the majority of discussion around dark content comes from people criticizing fanfiction specifically. Take horror movies for example. The Saw Franchise, we'll say. Do you think the creators of that series want to enact those horrible things onto other people? Do you think they want to be the victims of Jigsaw themselves? What about people who watch content like that? You probably don't think that they do. There's TONS of movies, music videos, even horror novels that have incredibly, and I mean INCREDIBLY dark dead dove content - and yet most people understand that the appeal is in the taboo. That it's fiction. That people who consume THOSE forms of media don't want to participate in those things but do enjoy consuming that content. But when it's fanfiction it somehow becomes a problem.

Entitlement and demand of fandom content. In addition to all of the above, there is a major uptick in people complaining about the content within fandoms some not even relating to dark content. "There's too many stories where reader acts like X." "I hate how so many people characterize this person because that's now how they would act!" "Why is there so much smut? Why can't there be more of {insert what I want}". This is FREE content made by people who do this stuff as a hobby. No one owes you content, and no one HAS to write the way you want them too. If there's tons of content like that, then it's because it's popular. Perhaps your version of a character is in the minority opinion, and that's completely ok!

What's the solution to all of this discourse?

Be the change you want to see! If you feel like there's too many x reader fics where the reader doesn't act how you want - then write it the way you want. Do you have head canons about a series or character that you haven't seen discussed before? Make that post yourself! If you don't feel there's enough fluff in the fandom - then create some! And if you don't want to make content yourself - request it, commission it. Interact with your favorite writers! Encourage them, don't demand. Talk with them about their work, leave comments, and reblog, reblog, reblog!! Being a part of the discussion and interaction is the BEST way to help the community thrive. Surround yourself with the content that YOU want, curate YOUR experience. Block every dark content writer you see if it helps. Go into your Tumblr settings, block words, block tags. Don't set yourself up to be upset or bothered by the content you're getting. Even if you read the above and you still think every dark content writer is a horrendous, awful person - the best thing to do is still block them. Block their content. Harassing them and complaining on it will NOT stop that content from existing. But you will continue to upset yourself by not curating your own experience.

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If you made it through all that, thank you for reading. I want to add that my blog WILL continue in the future to have a mix of both dead dove and regular content. I also interact with other dark content blogs, so if you're someone who followed me because of my "regular" fics and want to unfollow/block me, I'm ok with that. <3

#nexyspeaks #Leon Kennedy x reader #resident evil #fandom culture #resident evil writers #resident evil x reader

[eddiessluttywaist]

desiderium

an eddie munson series

AGELESS/BLANK/UNDER 18 BLOGS ARE NOT WELCOME TO INTERACT. PLEASE RESPECT MY RULES AND BOUNDARIES.

summary: eddie’s odd, forgotten childhood friend seeks him out when he needs her more than he realizes.

pairing: bsf!mechanic!bartender!eddie x eccentric!bsf!fem!reader

word count: 4,752 words

content/warnings: eventual smut so MDNI, angst, swearing, loneliness, mentions of drugs and crime, mentions of imprisonment, family issues, feeling unwanted, slight bullying, anxiety, nightmares, insomnia, depression, loss and grief, mentions of spit, super brief mention of alcohol and vomit, very brief mentions of breakups and inappropriate sexual relations (nothing reader or eddie are apart of). i think that’s it!

a/n: this is my first attempt at a slow burn series so i hope it’s good! i’m also trying a new setup with photos instead of gifs ^ i’ve seen a lot of other people do it and i think it looks really cool so! also creds to who owns and posted these photos! they’re not mine, i just made the collage!

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

*

Eddie Munson had grown bitter since you last saw him. To be fair, the last time you saw him was when you were kids but still. You always knew him to be boisterous. Adventurer Eddie. Eddie with the weird ideas and cool drawings. Eddie who made you laugh until your stomach cramped and you would cry out that he was going to make you wet yourself.

You didn’t know it as a kid but even then he couldn’t catch a break from the world around him, and apparently it never stopped spiraling even when it beat him into a hollow shell covered in grease during the weekdays and alcohol—and occasionally vomit—on the weekends. He was worn down by his own worries that never seemed to cease and miserable stories of others admitting things they should’ve never said aloud. Sometimes the stories were fun or at least amusing, but mostly just depressing. This was Hawkins after all.

This wasn’t an Eddie you knew. Had someone told you that man in the garage wasn’t him, you simply would’ve nodded and kept going on your journey to find him.

But it was him, and you were positive he was meant to be back in your life. No matter how much it was hurting right now.

*

You didn’t know why he left at first. It was as if he ceased to exist, and sometimes—when you were all alone at night—you wondered if he had been a ghost. If he had been an imaginary friend, but surely not? He had his own home you hung out in. His own dad who let you guys eat too much junk food and stay up too late. He looked and sounded real when he would scarf down several bowls of honeycomb cereal with those slurping noises you always hated and would whine at him over. He felt real when you would play wrestle—and unfortunately very real when he won and would pin you down while slowly letting a string of saliva stretch down towards your face in an empty threat. He never really did it, but it was gross all the same, and when he’d let up you’d punch his arm as hard as you could.

One day, you asked if your parents remembered him and your father scoffed at the question while he stared at the newspaper, but at least he acknowledged you at all. Meanwhile your mother had all her focus on putting her earrings in and checking her makeup in the small mirror on a wall surrounded by family photos. Those framed pictures felt emptier than the looming threat of Eddie’s spit touching your face.

“Well his father’s a bottom feeder stuck in prison,” your dad flicked his paper to straighten it out again from where it had begun to bow backwards. “And his kid is probably no better. You’ll make other friends.”

You never understood why he was so cold about the loss of your only friend. You’ll make other friends. Yeah right. No one liked you. Everyone made fun of the way you sat idly on swings just to kick on occasion as you focused more on the book in your hands, or the way you’d squat down and give all your attention to a bug in front of you. Either a line of ants that you regarded with pure intrigue because you wondered how they always filed so neatly and did their best to stay together. Sometimes you left crumbs by them just to see if you could watch them pick them up. You’d watch snails and show them the attentiveness and respect you felt they deserved as they slowly trudged along—so determined, you thought. You’d watch butterflies and try to keep track of all the different kinds you saw. A lot of them were small and fluttery with those buttery white wings, but sometimes you saw a monarch and your eyes would grow large with excitement.

You cried when Zachary McKay would stomp on the anthills or teased you about how the French ate snails—something his dad would say was just more proof of how odd Europeans are. They were one of those arrogant “We love our Country!” households with an “I can do whatever I want—America is the land of the free” ideology and it showed in their unbridled and privileged ass of a child. You didn’t inform him that one Spring of the wasp nest that formed on the underside of the slide he frequented. Maybe it was mean, but you were content in silence over on your swing when you heard him crying out in pain one day. He developed a crush on you in high school that dramatically contrasted how he treated you in grade school—and even tried to make a move at Maddi Ecker’s 17th birthday party—but you could only think of the ants and the snails. You turned him down and he was horrible to you again.

You eventually did make some friends, other odds and ends throughout your school, but it wasn’t the same as it was with Eddie. Maybe it was childish and stubborn, but you could feel it deep in your gut that he was one of a kind. So you couldn’t let him go. All those years you ached for your friend who you considered lost. He always came up with wild stories and (when you were still relatively young) you imagined he had become a pirate and was lost at sea. Or became a gunslinger in the Wild West and didn’t draw fast enough. Maybe he went to slay dragons and wound up a burnt crisp of a human. That last one made you cringe the most, but he probably would’ve liked it the most. He loved mythical creatures the way you adored real creatures. By high school you weren’t as naive. You heard about his dad—caught with multiple charges of grand theft auto, a hit-and-run in one of said stolen cars, and dealing drugs. The hard shit. Not weed or shrooms. But the kind of stuff that really ruins lives.

You always thought Eddie had a good home. His dad didn’t hate him the way you were sure your parents hated you, and he had a nice house. It wasn’t a mansion or anything, but they really didn’t need anything beyond a one story and a sizable basement with only two of them. In hindsight, you supposed he couldn’t find a home in that childhood house anymore than you could with yours. Yours lacked love. His lacked a reliable source of income.

Over time you heard about the night with all the sirens and social workers. The night he turned into a spirit that had finally moved on—an imaginary friend that your growing mind ceased to conjure. He lived with his uncle over in Indiana, rather than your small town in Ohio. Even in your mid twenties, he flashed in your mind like a small blip on occasion and it still twisted your stomach.

You thought of asking if you should go to him whenever you remembered, but you thought you needed a sign. What if you showed up too early? And you messed up any possible grand plans? So you avoided indulging in questions about him to your tarot cards or over your pendulum map. On occasion you caved and just asked a simple question: is he safe? It was a yes every time you broke and just had to check up on him, and the answer reassured you for long enough until the next time the concern rose up to unbearable levels.

But then you started getting those dreams. Sometimes they were just memories playing from deep within the archives of your mind. Sometimes they were nightmares of yelling at someone to go away, only to realize it was Eddie far too late—and when you wanted to run after him to correct the mistake, you couldn’t move as quickly as you knew you were capable of.

It went on for about a month before you finally broke. Your eyes had snapped open, accidentally waking yourself in the middle of saying what you had been shouting to Dream Eddie out loud into your pitch black room. You glanced at the time. 11:11 PM. You felt your heart skip a beat before you shoved yourself out of bed. You had to take a moment to steady yourself against your bedpost from the sudden movement making you dizzy, but then you were flicking on the light and digging through your belongings. You didn’t even give yourself a chance to wipe away at the thin sheen of sweat over your skin from August heat mixed with a cheap fan that really didn’t make that much of a difference, and the stress from the events that had played deep in your mind while you slept.

With a shaky breath, you smoothed out your map on the floor where you were squatting, and steadily held your pendulum over the center. Does he need me? You finally asked and watched as the chain connected to a sphere of rose quartz slowly began to circle. It sped up and then began to dart in different directions before finally swinging back and forth between both of the “YES''s on the piece of cloth.

*

It took a little over a month to arrange your departure from your life in small town Ohio—not that small town Indiana was really all that different. You had briefly been back at your childhood house after your lease came to an end for the apartment you shared with a friend (who didn’t want to renew because she wanted to move in with her boyfriend, and you didn’t have the heart to tell her that the card spread you had laid out all pointed towards a breakup). All of this to say you didn’t have a lease or mortgage to tie you down. You certainly didn’t have a boyfriend (you haven’t had one since college), and you didn’t even like your job at the local mart so it was easy to give your two weeks. Your parents were just as sick of your presence now as when you were a child, and were willing to help you in every way possible to get you to just leave again. Had you not been so focused on your end goal, you might’ve taken a beat to really feel the hurt that always came with parents who only came to your aid when it meant keeping you at arm's length. But you couldn’t focus on it and really (for the sake of your mental health) you shouldn’t focus on it. All of your energy went towards Eddie who seemed so far, even if he was supposedly just a few hours and a state line away.

You didn’t have a place yet, which was a mistake on your part for rushing, but you could stay in a motel for the time being. The prices were pretty low anyways and the owner seemed pleasantly surprised by the sudden source of money and company. The lot belonged to her husband who had passed a few years back, so now it was only her running the place. Her daughter helped sometimes, but she had another job to focus on—only coming to help when the older woman was ill. So even though she appeared kind of grumpy at first, she really softened up to you when you wound up padding out of your room the first night and asked if she wanted to play Go Fish. You had been feeling antsy and lonely, and you were right to assume she felt lonely too.

Over the past week or so, you found a friend in that creaking, groaning motel. You did have a bit of a tendency to befriend the adults around you more often than kids your age when you were younger and it still happened now, apparently. A shrink at university pointed out once that it had to do with the lack of guardianship and guidance growing up. That you were trying to replace something that had always been missing, but you didn’t go back to him after a couple sessions. You didn’t like how patronizing he was, telling you things you already knew. And when you asked your dowsing rods if he was sleeping with any of his clients, the two pieces in your fists whipped open in a blatant “Yes!” But he wasn’t around now to make you feel low with his supercilious commentary and his notes that he always scratched down right in front of you. Your parents weren’t around to remind you of how utterly unlovable you can be. It was just you, Martha at Hawkins’ Blue Bird Inn, and hopefully a pleasant reunion on the horizon.

Today was the day to finally see Eddie, and Martha urged some confidence into you this morning before sending you on your way with the directions to the garage. No matter how many times you clarified he was just your childhood best friend, she got that sly look about her that always showed when an adult was all amused about the novice in front of them being openly or involuntarily blind to love.

So there you were. On a mild Wednesday morning in late September, standing before Thacher Tire after a lot of asking around, a lot of time flipping through Martha’s phone book, and even more odd looks. You let out a careful breath, doing your best to reassure yourself with the knowledge that the people you spoke to knew his name in the first place. He had to be here, and even if he wasn’t working today he should at least be employed here. Maybe you could be told when to come back to speak with him or where you could find him outside of work. Would they share something like that? People don’t tend to care about privacy in small towns, that’s why everyone knew (generally) where everyone else was. Maybe if you clarified that you’re an old friend, they wouldn’t treat you as a customer and tell you where he would be.

You were wringing your hands as you eyed the door in front of you. The glass looking in was worn from age and weather, clearly cleaned so people could see through it, but there seemed to be an aging to the corners where the rectangle of glass met the surrounding wood that couldn’t be scrubbed out. It felt like a portal looking into what could be, and you suddenly felt yourself getting anxious with what exactly meant could be. You had a knack for catastrophizing, and spiraled in all of the worst case scenarios until you were running back to your car and abandoning the lot.

*

“Trust me, it’s not as scary as it seems. Going for those intimidating opportunities is always better in the long run than letting ‘em slip away,'' Martha murmured to you before biting into the sandwich you brought her.

You bought typical fast food that you always came running back to when you were stressed, but she didn’t like the grease. You learned that over the past week when you brought up your bad habit, and her nose scrunched up at the mention of crappy burgers and overly salted fries. Instead you got her a tuna sandwich from the nearby marketplace, and she shared her big jug of iced, sweet tea with you.

“I haven’t seen him for over ten years…,” you sigh, toying with the crackling paper that was wrapped around your cheeseburger. “What if I’m the only one who clung onto our friendship? What if it’s stupid to him?”

“Mm, us women always do hold on longer,” she hummed thoughtfully and you refrained from your urge to correct her old-fashioned view of gender dynamics for the sake of staying on topic. “I still think you should go for it.”

“What if… what if it’s not what I think it’ll be? What if I’ve turned him into someone more fictional than Eddie in my mind, and when I’m faced with how he really is now I just… I dunno…wish I didn’t come here?”

“They never are what you conjure up. They’re always better up here,” she pointed a bony finger to her temple and you focused on one of the curls in her short gray hair for a second before bringing your gaze back to hers. “I still think you should go for it.”

You huff out a laugh at her repetition, smiling sadly to yourself as you look down at your hands and notice the thin sheen of grease on them. Maybe Martha’s right. Maybe this food is gross. You grab a few napkins from the brown paper bag and wipe at your fingers.

“Just think of it this way: is it worse knowing the truth or worse never knowing?”

*

Eddie had been having a shit day. Actually he had been having a shit week. If he let himself truly indulge in his pessimism, he’d be acknowledging that he’s altogether just had a shit life, but he was trying not to fall into that trap. It would make him the kind of depressed and bitter that made him snap at others and then feel guilty about it—which only made him feel worse about himself.

He hasn’t been sleeping well, a sudden flare up of his insomnia throwing off his circadian rhythm. He thought with how busy his schedule was that he’d knock out the second his head hit the pillow, but he only seemed to be exhausted until he finally laid down. Then was when his thoughts randomly chose to run and his heart would race with the sudden surge of anxiety-inducing thoughts. He was beginning to feel so overwhelmed by everything that his eyes burned with the beginnings of hot tears but he wiped at them carelessly with the heels of his hands before they could become too real. In his mind, they didn’t exist until they fell.

Eddie ached with exhaustion that only seemed to let up when he could actually get a shot at some rest. He ached with loss and grief. He ached with pure misery and painful seclusion and a silent trailer—besides the occasional buzz of electricity through his lamp that he turned back on when he realized he wouldn’t be sleeping anyway, or the groan of the old mobile home settling against its cinder blocks. The upcoming season made itself known through the ever growing chill that formed at night and occasionally blew through every crack and crease of the trailer, making him shiver and pull his blankets up before inevitably growing hot again and kicking them away.

He missed his friends that he rarely saw. Everyone is busy nowadays. He missed Wayne who… god, he couldn’t even think about it. He missed Chrissy who lit up his world Spring of ‘86 just for them to drift apart. People seemed to drift from him a lot. People seemed comfortable with forgetting him and giving a brief call only when they got a pang of guilt at any reminder that they were getting awfully close to leaving him behind. But who was he to drag them down? It was heart-aching enough to live the way he did sometimes, let alone when people acknowledged just how heart-aching it was. Sometimes he even missed his dad, but he always avoided thinking too hard about him before it could sink his mood to a new level that would be hard to crawl out of.

He hadn’t been able to fall asleep Wednesday night until early into Thursday morning. He settled into a deep rest around 4 AM just to be abruptly woken up by his 6:30 alarm to make sure he was at Thacher’s by 7:00.

“Fuck off…,” Eddie groaned out loud and slammed his fist down onto the alarm clock, never lifting his face from where it was planted right against his worn pillow.

He laid there for what felt like forever, but was really only a few minutes before he finally peeled himself out of his spot. Forcing himself from the comfort of his old mattress was never easy, especially when he couldn’t rely on any excuses he made up as a teenager to just flop right back into his bed. He had to get up. He had to work.

He went to make his usual toast just to see there was only the end piece left in his loaf of bread, and let out a guttural groan of frustration as he tilted his head back. He forgot to stop at the store. Grumbling a bitter so that’s how today’s gonna go under his breath, he shoved the sad excuse for a slice of bread into the toaster and then began looking through the kitchen for something else to satiate him until lunch.

He wound up eating what was left in his jar of peanut butter with a spoon after slathering the small piece of toast with jelly. He didn’t have time to clean a travel mug (which he forgot to clean last night) so he took a regular one with him on his commute, and wound up dumping his coffee all over himself mid-sip when he had to stop short for a kid suddenly biking across the road. The young teen laughed at the close call and made his way to the other side of the street. Eddie glanced down at his drenched t-shirt and coveralls, releasing his third irritated groan of the morning while he rolled his eyes up to the ceiling of his van before focusing back on the road and moving his foot to the gas. He focused on taking deep breaths as he gripped the steering wheel and made his way to the shop.

Thankfully, Linda had already started a pot of coffee in the break room which he happily drank and patted at his wet clothing with one of the blue shop towels. Staining was inevitable and it really didn’t matter with the coveralls anyways, but that didn’t mean he had to be damp. Taking that moment at the start of his shift helped with his mood, but the amount of customers bitching over the phone about how long it was taking to get their cars back were steadily draining him back into a surly mood. The most he had to look forward to and keep himself from unnecessarily snapping at someone was the fact that it was almost the weekend—and yes he would still have to work nights at The Hideout, but at least he didn’t have to get up early.

*

Never knowing was decidedly worse.

You had concluded this after ruminating on it all night—with and then without Martha’s help. And despite all of your anxieties that were just barely buried under the surface, you made yourself go to the garage again.

An obnoxious, tinny bell sounded and a dull voice said from behind a counter: Welcome to Thacher Tire. What can we do for you?

You approached carefully as if you moved too quickly, the depressing gray and beige setting around you—which held far more meaning for you than just fixing cars—would suddenly melt away and you’d wake up.

“Do you know where I could find Eddie Munson?” you asked in a soft voice, and the woman obnoxiously chomping at her gum looked up at you over the top of her glasses before looking back down at the paperwork in front of her.

“He’s in the garage. Is he working on your car?”

Your heart jumped and although you hated to lie, you did.

“Yes,” you said probably too quickly, but it seemed nothing could get this woman to care.

“Wait over there, please,” she spoke in a voice that was just as greige as her place of work.

You thanked her meekly and shuffled over to one of the worn, faux leather and hard plastic seats. The room smelled of cheap pine air fresheners and the potent combination of oil, and that specific rubber scent of brand new tires. The space with the front desk and the waiting area was small enough to be cramped if it was a busy day, but since you were the only visitor at the moment you didn’t have to be confronted by the full potential of such limited space. You toyed with your hands and tried to pay attention to the fuzzy television in one corner of the room, but you couldn’t help listening in on the receptionist’s call.

“…’s a girl here to talk to ya… uh-huh… yeah I know… uh, no I don’t think so. I doubt it. Her voice is different from the one that keeps calling about the Ford. Might be though... ‘Kay.”

You anxiously wiped your sweaty palms over your jeans as you heard the clunk of hard plastic settling back into its cradle. What if he didn’t remember you? What if he did, but didn’t care? What if he thought you were weird for showing up? What if he grew up to be someone who stomps on anthills?

Your head shot up at the sound of a door opening and then closing from the back, and a man in filthy coveralls approached the woman behind the desk. He had messy, curly bangs settled on his forehead and the rest of his long hair was in a low ponytail. He was sweaty and clearly exhausted as he wiped at his forehead and left a swipe of grease in his wake, speaking quietly to the receptionist before making his way over to you. The closer he got, the better you could smell the grease and sweat and bitter coffee, but it didn’t deter you. What truly threw you were the circles under his eyes and the sort of pale cast to his skin that people got when they were fatigued or ill. You weren’t sure why a part of you expected to see an eleven year old kid approach you with a god awful buzz cut and big brown eyes, even after fourteen years.

This was it. This was your moment. The time to reclaim your best friend, and have the greatest person you had ever met back into your life. Why was your throat suddenly so dry? You swallowed anxiously and then parted your lips to speak and-

“Miss, I know you’re waiting on your car to be fixed before the weekend—I promise I’m working as quickly as I can.”

You tried not to cringe at the use of “miss” and looked up at him with wide, sad eyes wondering why he didn’t see an almost ten year old girl with a messy braid in her hair that she did by herself, complaining at him to chew with his mouth closed.

“I lied,” You said bluntly and the man stared at you in a way that felt blank and still despite his wonderment.

“I-I don’t have a car here. I just wanted to talk to you.”

He eyed you curiously, his hands slowly wiping onto an old rag. It looked like it had been used so many times, you doubted it was even picking up any filth on his hands but just moving it around instead. He was clearly thrown off by the sentiment which brought a sort of youthfulness to his face in that moment of curiosity before his features hardened.

“Listen. I’m sure whatever prank you have conjured up is hilarious, but I’m tired and trying to do my job.”

“No-- no, no,” you tried to clarify, shooting up from your seat. “I—I-”

But he was already swiftly stomping away from you towards the back, muttering to the receptionist with a quick and surely rude comment about you on his way. You were moments from being politely asked to leave, you’re sure, but the woman hesitated with a gentle expression when she saw you approach her with glossy eyes.

“Could you please just give him this?” you asked in a soft voice that you did your best to keep even, but of course it wobbled just enough to be humiliating. You could feel the heat in your face and (even worse) the moisture in your eyes so you did your best to avoid eye contact.

You outstretched your arm and she met you halfway with a nod, allowing you to drop the old friendship bracelet into her palm.

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∑一 Gasoline・゜・。

author’s note: so I started this months ago and came back today and somehow finished it? it’s now 4 am and idk what I’ve written but we posting it babyyyyyyy

song: reckless driving by lizzy mcalpine, ben kessler

warnings: cursing, narcissism, over-dramatics, cringe, sarcasm, flirting, confessions, unedited

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Okay, I’ll admit. I’m not the best when it comes to..following the rules? Heeding caution? Listening to anyone??? Yeah not the greatest in that department.

But! I’m practically flying high in all others. Better brother, better turtle, cooler weapon, and not to mention handsome as fuuuck. So handsome in fact, I know I’ve snagged your attention. Heh. Call it what you will, intuition or gut-feeling, I know I’ve been occupying your mind.

But the thing is, you won’t admit it. No matter how much I prod, tease, or blatantly ask. It’s always “Leo, no.” “Leo, stop!” “Leo, shut up!!” And never “Yes, I think about you endlessly Leo, you’re right, and super handsome, be my one and only turtle”

…

Yeah…

It’s never ever that. And maybe that’s the reason why I can’t let this go. Because I know I’m right. If I wasn’t why would you keep coming around? Why would you spare glances my way? Why would you wear blue? It was all so infuriating to see these little details only to be denied again and again.

Raph says I’m getting a little obsessed. Donnie doesn’t give two fucks. And Mikey says something even worse, that I’m in love. Barf. Gross. Me? Love? Hell no. I collect admirers. I flirt with everyone. Unabashedly. Why would I fall in love with someone who is so clearly in denial that they are in love with me??? All I’m doing is getting them to admit the truth, and then they’ll be another tally mark. Another addition to the ever growing list of admirers I have.

It comes with the title of being the Face Man and all of that. Perks of being me I guess!

And so I was up to my usual antics.

“Keys Y/n, keys babe!” You scoffed pushing my hands away. “Keep your grabby mitts away, there’s no way in hell I’m letting you drive.”

“I curbed one time Y/n. Once! Give a turtle some slack here!!” I’m practically begging at this point. Because I have a plan. A genius plan to get you to finally admit the truth. It’s going to be epic.

“I think you’re also forgetting the three times you purposely ran into trash cans. You almost backed into another vehicle. And don’t get me started on how many times you accidentally forgot the keys in the car!”

…Okay so maybe there are a few more reasons as to why I shouldn’t be driving. But no matter! I’m a master manipulator. I can sway those around me like a pro. Plus since ya have feelings for me, I’m sure you actually really do just wanna hand over those keys. You’re just like playing a little hard to get is all.

“Whaaaa?? Are you sure that wasn’t Angelo? Pretty sure that was totally him and not me.” A big cheesy smile lights up my face trying to turn that frown of yours upside down. “Plus in any case I’ve got super rad portal powers to snab the forgotten keys!”

“Leo. No.”

And the actual begging and groaning and bemoaning ensues. I don’t throw temper tantrums that often. Only when necessary. After many ‘pleases’ and promises to drive extra careful. I finally get my long awaited—

“Leo, I said noooooooooo!”

A hard flick resonates against the space right above the middle of my eyes. Dramatically I flinch backwards crying out in faux pain. My hands going up, one covering the space that has just been so grievously wounded. “Oh c’mon that didn’t hurt…”

“Did it?”

Peeking through my three fingers I see the wisps of concern on your features and it’s at this moment where my all-of-the-sudden-plan enacts. As you draw closer out of worry it’s just too easy to create a small portal with my other hand that is behind my back. Don’t ask how the dagger got in my palm. Sometimes being a ninja just has its perks.

And just like that the keys to your car are securely in my hand and I bolt before you can realize you’ve been…hand-pocketed? Pick-pocketed? Whatever the case!

As I gloat from the driver’s side window, with the locks safely on so you couldn’t just rip open the door and strangle me like you were threatening to do right now. I make a show of raising the volume in your car and celebrating more with a little dance in the drivers seat. It’s not until you shake your head and the flames extinguish from your eyes do I dare to unlock the passenger door for you to get in.

You do slam the door close though. “Dramatic much?”

I can’t help but tease. I love winning. I love rubbing it in everyone’s face. And it makes my bones sing to see you get so riled up all over little ol’ me. You glower, somehow holding your tongue, perhaps giving me the silent treatment as you take over the music.

Driver gets veto power though. So I skip a bunch of songs you choose until I feel the flames start to rise again and I worry we (or rather I) may never even make it out of your driveway before I turn into roasted turtle. And that can’t be tasty.

So I let this particular song play. Humming along since I don’t know the words as I start to pull out and drive on the road. You stay silent for the most part and that just won’t do so I may or may not get a little too close to a curb for comfort on your side of the vehicle.

“God damnit Leo if you curb!!” You hiss as you clutch the handle on the car door. “Whoopsie!” I laugh getting back to the middle of the lane easily enough. “Where did you want to go so badly anyways?” You grump. But at least you’re talking now! “It’s a surprise!” I sing-song.

Now initially, my plan to force your admission of feelings was to continue to drive really recklessly and maybe almost die in a car crash or something like in the movies. And while you think I’m about to die you just have to tell me that you are helplessly in love and like magic. Confession secured.

But now thinking about it more seriously there are plenty of unknown factors like, what if I do actually kill myself in the process. Or ya know, you get hurt? Or I just wreck the car and we both are totally fine?! I don’t see myself surviving much longer after that if that ends up being the case. So I have nothing. Zilch. Nada. No back up plan was really made.

So I just drive.

And as previously mentioned, I’m not the best driver…

So you are on edge the entire time and constantly telling me to “Watch out!” “Don’t curb!” “Don’t hit that dude crossing the street!” “Red means stop!” “Yellow means slooow!”

Thankfully I know what green means. Aka turtle. Aka go ninja go ninja go. I’m proud of that one. Anywho, the drive winds up and down the backstreets of New York until even I don’t know where the fuck we are.

I pull over, parallel parking. Miraculously it’s one of the few tricks I can do with a car and you breath out a very unnecessary sigh of relief. “So this is the surprise?” You are looking around the low rise buildings with slight curiosity but more confusion than anything.

Nothing here is really special. No shops. No bright sparkly lights. It’s actually pretty grim because a few of the streetlights are out making the dark night even darker. It’s probably the least romantic place in the world. Definitely holds no sentimental value for an awe-inspiring confession.

My head hits the steering wheel as I close my eyes and say “Yup!” As bright and false as possible. I feel like a jerk and even worse than that a failure. I’m greeted with silence and I don’t open my eyes to check your face. I’m sure it’s turning into disappointment right now.

“Leo, everything okay?”

My head turns slightly, if only because your voice sounds a little different. I mean you usually are quite serious, but it’s also one filled with… care? “Just thinking.” And that is not a lie, just a very vague statement.

“Wanna talk about it?”

I mull it over. What am I even thinking? Driving around in the middle of the night. Being chaotic. Being a nuisance. Being with you. Dragging you along. Trying to get you to say something you’ll never say in a million years. And turtles sadly don’t live that long.

“Y/n, do you like me?”

I don’t dare take my eyes off of you now. Truthfully I feel like spewing out nonsense to cover up my mistake. I just had to open my big fat mouth. To actually say shit I actually mean. Or in this case something I really want to know. Your eyes widen ever so slightly, and you tilt your head as if you hadn’t even considered that a possibility. Liking me.

I’m instantly filling up the silence. “Like better than Mikey right? Pretty sure I don’t have to sweat over Donnie. And Raph may be second place but I’m definitely number one right?”

This way it’s easy. This way it’s safe. This way no one gets hurt. This way I don’t get hurt. This way I can play it off.

“I do like you.”

My thoughts empty and I straighten up. Swallowing back the spit that’s suddenly filling up my entire mouth. “Right duh, of course you do. Everyone does!” I laugh, smiling big as if nothing you just said affected me. Like I totally won’t be thinking about this even later tonight back at the lair. Overthinking it. Surely you meant it as a friend… but a turtle can hope?

“Even though you are so annoying.” You tack on, but your smile is too much. It’s genuine. It’s not plastered on like mine. It doesn’t hide anything.

Oh shit.

I just continue on, blabbering complete and utter nonsense at this point. Because part of me can’t believe it. That you really said it. That you do like me. That this surely isn’t possible, that you’re about to laugh and say that this was all some funny joke.

“Do you like me?”

And where there was nonstop chatter, it turns to silence. I avoid your stare now. In fact I turn my whole face away because I can feel my red marks heating up. Which is never a good sign. Blushing will only end in embarrassment. More than I can handle.

“Whaaaat? Me? Like you?”

I leave it open ended. To be inferred that I couldn’t possibly. But I think I just continue shooting or maybe slicing myself in the foot. Over and over and over again. Because in the window I can see you’re still looking my way. And your lips are pursed together in a small know-it-all smile. I whip my head back around, forgetting all about the embarrassing heat that covers my face.

“Y-yeah. I do.”

And then you lean forward.

Time slows.

And I feel your lips on mine.

And my eyes are so wide. I don’t know what to do but just stare. I don’t move. I don’t breath. Your eyes are closed and your lips are soft if only a little chapped. You pull away slightly, and I can feel your breath fan over my face.

“Good.” Is all you say. And I nod like a dumb pile of rocks is all I have for brains. “Now how about I drive?” Again I’m nodding.

The only thing that breaks the trance is the warning beep from your display signaling that I’ve just wasted all of the gas left in your tank.

…

Whoops!

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Adding more to the Rook being Robin Hood Theory/ Rare Beastmen Theory:

Hello folks. Me at it again with another theory, but this time about Rook. Now if you don't know there has been a theory about Rook being Robin Hood for years. Thing is I have my own take on the theory and I want to share it. Sad to say I can't find the original poster for the "Rook is Robin Hood theory" But if you can please tell me so I can credit the OP. But I do want to share this theory someone else did on twitter about Rook being a beastmen as well by in a different point of view. Here is the link: https://twitter.com/MoonlightEquin1/status/1625355871999098880 I also want to add the theory that me and my friend @dgttwisted had about a rare beastmen birth that could happen. I promise it's not gross. Just a theory that could connect to Rook, but first I am going to cover the Robin Hood Rook theory. As well as cover one thing that people forget about Robin Hood that could connect to Rook more. With that out the way let's go to the theory. Also Spoilers to the Robin Hood movie and Twisted wonderland so warning when reading.

For those who don't know there is a theory that Rook might be a twst version of Robin Hood. To recap I want to abridge what the theory points out, and even bring up what others over looks for how similar Rook and Robin are. Sadly I can't find the original post of the theory so if I forgot something or if I point out something that was addressed to it in things I noticed, then I apologize for that mistake. What has been said by others of the theory:

1.) Rook Hunt and Robin Hood have the same initials. (R.H) 2.) Both are good archers or known to be archers. 3.) Rook's unique magic is "I see you" Which is him being able to locate anyone in Twisted wonderland with a arrow. Which could connect to Robin Hood's skill to always lock onto a target. 4.) Rook has a great sense of smell, has good eyesight, and amazing hearing which are almost super human in a way. Which also translates to his archery and hunter theme. Because of these things people think Rook might be related to fox Beastmen in some way.

5.) Both Rook and Robin like to tease a lion who are not king. 6.)Rook has 5 siblings meaning his parents have 6 kids. Same number of kids Robin told Marian he wanted to have with her. 7.) Robin told Marian that he wanted to travel the world with her. Rook mentions that his family own villas all over the world. As well his family loved to travel. 8.) Both have feathers on there hats. Things that people over look with the both of them:

Finally! Time to flex about this. The reason I know of these things is because I found out from my mom, that this was the movie I watched a lot as a lil kid, and re watching it again I noticed more details about Rook and Robin. Which I do want to go into detail with. Now on with the facts 1.) Both Rook and Robin praises those to make things happen. With Rook he praised everyone's talents and even how to work on there weaknesses in chapter 5. Not only that but Rook convinced Vil to let Deuce and Ace into the group, cause if he didn't then Ace and Deuce would have not been in that battle with Vil's OB. As well as Rook helping Epel out with Vil in Epel's Ceremonial Robe SR card. Robin on the other hand has used his words to find out things or to let people drop there guard. In points of the movie you can see this with Robin praising sheriff of Nottingham and the sheriff smiling over his praises from the start of him disguising as a Romani woman (I am not saying the G slur!) to him disguising as a bird to shake the sheriff's hand, and when he was a guard to help him sleep to get the keys to make the jail brake happen. 2.) Speaking of them praising others did you know that Robin hood can go on and on with praises to get what he wants to the point of talking forever unless someone stops him? It could be due to the fact that foxes are very vocal animals. If you don't believe me on that then look it up for yourself. And we know that Rook is very vocal as a person as well. With us finding out in chapter 6 that him and Vil talked for hours in winter to the point that both got sick the next day.

3.) So as you know Robin likes to mess with the king in the movie or just seems to know where he is at in the movie? Did you also know he likes to mess with and know where sheriff of Nottingham as well? A man who is doing what he is told and even a debt collector collecting taxes from the town's folk. Hey guess what. You know who Rook likes to mess with or know where they are at all points? Both Leona and the leech twins. And you know what the leech twins do? They help collect debts for Azul as well as the sheriff of Nottingham having yellow eyes like the twins who have a yellow eye due to there heterochromia didn't escape me. 4.) Did you know that Maid Marian and Snow white have something in common? A well known fact is that in the making of Robin Hood they had to cut corners due to having low funds with making the movie. So in Robin Hood there is a scene where Maid Marian's dance is rotoscoped from the scene of Snow White dancing with Dopey as well as a earlier scene of when Maid Marian clapping mirroring before Snow white starts to dance with her clapping as well. Which means that Rook being a fan of Neige might have a double meaning form this. 5.) Rook and Robin's eyes go smaller when they are shocked. I know others in the game do this as well, but look at them! Same vibe. 6.) Both are sneaky or always plotting. Robin plotting to be with Maiden Mary, giving King John a hard time, and helping out the townsfolk. Rook wanting to be around Vil, helping others out, or wanting to find out others weaknesses, and only using his UM to track people when he can't do it in normal means. Rook is a rare beastmen birth theory:

Now that I am done with those facts I want to talk about the Rook is a beastmen theory. This theory was made thanks to the help of @dgttwisted who really opened my eyes to this what if and me adding to it with my knowledge of basic fox facts. So remembering me pointing out how Rook Hunt is Robin Hood with that recap and other things people over look? Well I think it's not that Rook is Robin Hood, but what if Rook's dad is Robin Hood based? I mean hear me out here. As much as kids don't want to admit it, but we get traits or pick up things form our parents. For me I get a lot of traits of my father. I move my leg to help me sleep, We have this small birth mole like thing on the side of our eye, and we both don't talk a lot and just enjoy vibes. So I was wondering if that same applied to Rook? What if Rook got to be so good at hunting and archery due to his dad? So that begs the question about his mother. Well I was thinking he got her passion? I am not saying Robin Hood wouldn't be passionate. I mean dear god they have six kids together. That's a lot to handle Especially if you know that Maiden Mary wanted a dozen kids, which is 12 kids at least when she was talking to Robin Hood about kids in the movie! Not only that but when Rook mentions that his family travels that means his parents traveled a lot with them. Which was something Robin and Mary wanted to do for there honey moon. So as you can see I am of the camp of this being the case with these facts in mind. Back on topic since they are fox beastmen or maybe one of them is a fox beastmen and the other is human (I have seen some people do fan art of it as of late). One of which I think the mother being a fox beastwoman while the dad is human, cause fun fact Maiden Mary design was reused to make Vixey from the Fox and the hound. But I can't deny that people believe that Robin Hood might have been reused to make Nick from Zootopia. (Sorry I couldn't find if Robin Hood was reused to make Nick, but did find the theory of Robin and Nick might being related.) Back to Rook. I think nearly all there kid's have fox physical characteristics. All but Rook. Think about it. Here is what the wiki says about this traits: Rook has very good eyesight, being able to tell what book Epel was reading from afar, He has a good sense of smell, and yet again he is good at hunting. So what if he has the inherent animal traits then the physical traits? Meaning he has things a fox beastmen has, but no tail or ears? Also know I need to address this as well, but what if that's why he was in Savanaclaw? I know others can go to Savanaclaw. It's not just full of beastmen, and other beastmen are in other dorms, but in early game that was the case until Yana (The creator/writer) pretty much changed it that anyone can join savanaclaw. Which I am thankful for. Which makes me wonder if Ruggie and Leona now that Rook is half beastmen or a 100 percent fox beastman, but kept that to themselves or maybe they don't know? If so if it's reviled that he is a beastmen with a rare birth, then I want it for when Rook just invites some of the cast to meet his family for a event, and his little siblings are running around him with fox ears and tail. And he is like, Rook: "Oh sorry. Guess the cat is out of the bag. But I am a fox beastmen. A rare one at that. If you don't believe me then ask my parents. Also look at my siblings! We are so alike that you can tell we came from the same parents." You have no idea how badly I want this! if me and my friend's theory is true.

And that's it for the theory and facts about Rook. Did you like it? Hate it? Or was I just plan wrong about something or forgot another thing about Rook and Robin I over looked? Either way I would like to hear any and all options on this and I hope you are all having a lovely day. Edit: So more bonus stuff. For one of the merch they are selling we are shown stuff for each of the dorm students and will you look at that. Rook's is a GREEN ARROW! If that's not on the nose with him being connected to Robin Hood then I don't know what is, but nope there is one more.

Got this on twitter btw from a post replied to by YuuRei20 by a different person covering up the theory as well. This proves that Rook pretty much has a final smoking gun to being or is connected to Robin Hood in some way.

Done talking about it now until Yana says if he is a beastmen, half one, decented, a rare beastmen birth, is connected to Robin Hood or is just a normal human with Light Magic plot armor. Hope you enjoyed the post so far. Bye bye for now.

#twisted wonderland theory #twst theory #Rook Hunt #Rook Hunt is a beastmen theory #//Sorry for the long post but I had a lot to say. It was all in good fun!

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

I'm not a catra stan-stan and definitely not an apologist but I really like her character. Her redemption arc was botched and it's a shame because she had a really interesting character, and she had perspective on abuse that I'd never seen portrayed before.

I live in a relatively abusive home with (gross generalisation here) me as a scapegoat and my brother as the golden child. I'm not proud of it but i've been abusive like catra (even if not to this extent because ??????? She did reallyfucked up things ?????????). And seeing that on screen, it was freeing in a way, like staring in a really dark mirror, and it felt good to have a character to relate too in this aspect.

And then came the redemption arc 🤡 honestly Catra's point of view is not badly written from what I remember. Like trying your best to be a better person and stop being abusive, but the other person doing something that sets you off and falling back on those patterns on instincts ? I've been there, and it's somewhat nice to have the scene with mealog to relate to for example. Having to take responsibility for your actions and your reactions, but every sorry feels awful and has to be torn out of you because you feel guilty as fuck and you know apologies aren't gonna change anything, and you know there will be other instances when your abusive tendencies will take over despite your best efforts? It was freeing to see those sorts of moments on screen.

But adora shouldn't have forgiven her. The others shouldn't have forgiven her. Maybe they could be forgiven, but not trusted. It doesn't make sense, it's rushed, it's stupid, I hate it. Also catra stops feeling guilty really fucking early for what she's done, like ma'am show a bit more remorse you tried to kill her ? Stop complaining when frosta punches you in the face, it's explainable and you deserve it. In her redemption, she lashed at Adora once or twice, got told it's okay I forgive you please don't do it anymore and suddenly she was "fixed". That's not how it works and it sucks, it hurts, that's not how it works. We never saw a broken catra post redemption, and it lacked.

So, yeah. I'm pissed about her redemption arc, and it's a shame because i really wanted to see it work.

(I didn't even mention catradora because that's not the point but the amatonormativity of it all? You're broken but your true love's kiss has fixed you so it's okay)

this is exactly how i feel too! i didn't start off hating catra because she was a really compelling villain and a scarily accurate version of an abuse victim who started adopting those abusive tendencies themselves. i didn't relate to her entirely but i could definitely relate to some aspects of her, especially her anger that sometimes got best of her.

but it feels like the creators forgot that she was supposed to be redeemed and kept making her do the most heinous things with no remorse, only to remember in s5 that she needs to be redeemed, and shoving a hasty redemption arc where she ultimately does not change at all.

i don't think even catra's perspective was that good because she only changed for adora. she didn't redeem herself because she knew what she was doing was wrong or because she regretted taking part in the war. she did it because she wanted adora back and also because she was of no use to horde prime.

and after getting saved by adora, catra honestly does not try much to actually correct her mistakes. she keeps lashing out at adora and abusing her, she's snarky with the other princesses and keeps falling back into her old habits. and no one ever calls her out for it. healing is not linear, sure, but there should have been someone who would keep catra in check and call her out when she starts acting shitty again.

but no, the only instance of her trying that we got was when she admitted that she was working on her anger issues, and then immediately proceeded to guilt trip adora by saying that adora was giving her a hard time.

catra really had a lot of potential but it's a shame the creators valued a rushed toxic romance more than actual character development and good storytelling.

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[m0rbidm3rcy]

Since yall wanna be on that high school drama bs n call us supporters of rape and incest lets get some things straight:

All of you are taking Max’s post out of context. Instead of commenting on shit blindly, please know your facts beforehand. This user named miumiya (her account is now taken down RIGHTFULLY SO) was coming for our friend irrationally because of the dark content contained in her fics. It was dumb and petty unnecessary drama, and everyone was basically responding with the same thing, which was: If it bothers you so much, block and move on. Separate fiction from reality, and so forth.

Anyways, unfortunately things did not die down, and Miu only escalated the situation childishly. She girl called our friend a rapist, a pedo, sent her death threats and told us to unalive ourselves (which we didn’t take seriously, because if you’re that mad it’s just embarrassing like lmao be for real). Not to mention, others sent our friend death threats and RACIAL SLURS. Our friend is a literal victim and is being told all this ON TOP OF being told she’s lying about being a victim. Like, do you know how awful that is? If you have to go so far as to pull made-up shit out of your ass to make a point, it’s ridiculous.

Our friend makes various fics with dark themes. The issues, according to Miu and others, lies mostly within the rape and incest part. Now, let me say this loud for those in the back, WE DO NOT CONDONE IRL RAPE AND INCEST, since you are all so convinced that we do. Our point is that people are allowed to write about whatever the fuck they want as long as it doesn’t hurt them or others. And before anyone starts on that ‘you’re sexualizing/fetishizing’ it shit, no we are not, and those claims alone lead me to believe that you all just saw the words ‘rape’ and ‘incest’ in Max’s post and ran with it. We’re not going to argue any further, because all of this happened days ago, and it was regarding the resident evil fandom, so I don’t know how other people even found it. LMAO Max’s post was not for you.

Also, regarding the replies on Max’s post, everything can be taken out of context because Miu got her blog taken down. Trust, she was saying considerably more awful things than us. We can reclaim literally everything we said, and if it bothers you, block because we’re not gonna change the way we speak just because some strangers on the internet got triggered by it. Miu was sending death threats, was being borderline racist, and invalidating victims. I don’t know about you, but at that point we were not gonna take any of her shit seriously, hence our replies. Because if you’re going to be childish talking about a serious topic, so are we.

In conclusion? It’s not that serious, we don’t care. Stop lying and assuming the stupidest shit. It’s like y'all say some bs and run with it without thinking. ALSO, Max isn’t trans, so being transphobic towards him in his replies is BAFFLING and gross. Like atp, you’re a weirdo. You don’t have a free pass to be a freak because you think you’re in the right. We’re going to keep posting, regardless of whatever accusations are out there. But if you all want to keep yapping about it, go ahead babes. <3

Screenshots of some of the things Miu said:

Already invalidating victims (Resident Evil does have rape btw. LMAO)

Admitting that she herself is NOT a victim. Max is a victim himself, so because he writes about dark topics, that invalidates him as a victim? Are you all going to call victims sick and twisted because they like to cope in different ways from the norm? That’s gross.

Death threats. Like, imagine being that mad? LMAO. And the pedo accusations are ridiculous. False allegations can get you into legal trouble, especially ones as serious as this.

More death threats! The awareness she was spreading was just calling victims pedos and freaks.

“Timeskips”. If you’re going to call a person a pedo for writing fics with of age characters, you should follow your own advice. (blocking out my friend’s user because she’s been through enough already. We don’t need more brainless freaks harassing others)

Also if you want more evidence check out this blog post ->

#discorse #dark content #fan fic related

[canonicallyobserving911]

9-1-1 Season 6 - Constructive Criticisms #1

Lack of and/or inconsistencies with interviews, promos, stills, trailers, etc.

IMO Season 6 ended like a wet firecracker with no sparks or anything exciting enough to make me want to return for season 7.  While the bridge collapse included in 6x18 “Pay it Forward” had potential, it fell completely flat because it felt rushed and the injuries the team received from it were glossed over once they made it to the hospital. There wasn’t any emotional depth and it seemed like another filler episode.  Also, since it was the “supposed” culmination of an entire season/series, it made everything seem more abysmal.  The first half of the season ended abysmally too on November 28, 2022 and over the hiatus, I hoped 6B would be better.  In February 2023, the promo was released for 6x10 “In a Flash” and I became excited again about the show since it seemed like 9-1-1 was back on track but much to my dismay, that wasn’t the case.

To say I was disappointed after watching 6x18 is a gross understatement because the narrative the show followed for THE ENTIRE SEASON was discarded and I stopped watching before the episode ended. It felt like the show I’d grown to appreciate as an actual form of entertainment in the current ‘wastelands’ of network TV had turned into something that was unrecognizable because characters’ storylines were completely obliterated, CANON facts from previous seasons were erased/rewritten and it seemed like the majority of season 2 never existed.  I was so frustrated with the ending that I needed to reassess and regroup in order to figure out if I wanted to continue CANONICALLY blogging about 9-1-1.

I mentioned in a previous post (linked here) that I wanted to provide constructive criticisms from an objective perspective for the season overall and in order to do that, I needed time to reassess. Instead of posting one long 100,000-word post (yes, it’s that many words or more), which would have included everything I felt from season 6 that should have been yeeted to the sun, I decided to make separate posts about them.

My first set of “constructive criticisms” regarding the way promos were handled are included below the cut. Please note criticizing a TV show is NOT a bad thing especially since TV critics have been doing it for decades. Constructive criticisms are designed to help make something better and they are VERY different from negativity.  A person can offer criticisms about a form of entertainment they spend their time watching and not be negative about it the same way two people can agree to disagree on a topic. Just because one person liked the season, they shouldn’t expect for others to feel the way they do because everyone has their own opinions.  Simply put, two people can have different opinions about 9-1-1 and those opinions can COEXIST since they are not mutually exclusive.

If reading criticisms about 9-1-1 upsets you, then don’t read below the cut.

                      Warning! ⚠️“Constructive Criticisms” Ahead!⚠️

TV promotions for season 6 were all over the place and they were very inconsistent.  They’re supposed to generate GA interest in the episode to increase the number of viewers who will watch (hopefully live) and so they’ll know what to expect but the lack of/and or the inconsistencies in promoting them made that almost impossible. Video promos, teasers, trailers, interviews, synopses, social media, stills and everything else were delayed or nonexistent which made it difficult to follow the direction the show was attempting to take. The end result for some episodes made it seem like they were still editing up until the last minute which is ridiculous especially for a veteran TV show like 9-1-1 that was in its sixth season.  There’s no excuse for promotions to have been as minimal as they were and it’s also unfathomable for them to have not been presented to the network in a timely manner.

Promos, Teasers and Trailers Season 6 video promos, teasers and trailers were lacking and it was unnecessary since that wasn’t the case for previous seasons.  Promos for the entire season were off and it all started before 6x1 “Let the Games Begin” even aired.  The season opener promo wasn’t released until a few days before the episode aired when in the past, those promos were released at least one month prior the same way it was done for 6B.  Also, the 6x1 promo was attached to another FOX show that wasn’t even in the same franchise (The Cleaning Lady) and the 9-1-1 portion of it included scenes from 6x4 (Buck on the bicycle) which wasn’t set to air for another four weeks.  The “Blackout” trailer for Season 5 was released at least one month prior to when 5x1 “Panic” was set to air and it played continuously on FOX (at least it did in my region) until the premiere.  Therefore, the lack of trailers for the entirety of the season made absolutely no sense.

It appears there may have been more last minute reshoots, episode name changes and other reasons for the delays that caused edits to be processed down to the wire.  So, the lack of trailers, teasers and episode promos shouldn’t have been a surprise after season 5 but it was because it costs between 9 million - 10 million to produce a single episode.  Since it seems like 9-1-1 wasn’t bothered enough to promote their own show, they shouldn’t have been surprised when the GA didn’t tune in.  Several social media comments about the start of season 6 included viewers stating they missed the premiere because they didn’t know the show had returned.

Promos for upcoming episodes that should have aired at the end of 6x16 and 6x17 weren’t included and the promo for 6x18 wasn’t even released until the Saturday before the episode aired.  It was only 10 seconds in duration and it included at least 4 seconds of LD (a former recurring character from season 5 who hadn’t been seen since 6x1) even though each member of the firefam got less than 0.5 milliseconds of airtime in it.  Six sneak peek scenes were released for 6x18 but it probably would have been much better if they didn’t release a promo at all, especially since it wasn’t long enough to understand what was going to happen.

Unpopular opinion - IMO, FOX took the blame for the lack of promos during the latter part of 6B when the blame should have been placed solely on 9-1-1.  Since the show is responsible for getting promos and trailers to the network, wasn’t it 9-1-1′s responsibility to provide FOX with stills, teasers, trailers, etc.?  If that’s the case, then FOX couldn’t adequately promote 9-1-1 because it seems like 9-1-1 didn’t give them anything to promote.  This wasn’t an issue for 9-1-1 LS because they started promoting their 4th season in October 2022 even though the first episode wasn’t set to air until January 2023.  Reminder, 9-1-1 OG was on FOX for 6 years and in the past, FOX had no problems promoting the season 3 Tsunami, the season 5 Blackout and others so it’s kind of unfair for them to take the blame for the lack of promos when the show dropped the whole trailer/teaser/promo ball all on its own.

Incorrect synopses There was an abundance of incorrect synopses included in season 6 and if the goal was to hide/deflect/deter the audience from potential spoilers then maybe it would have been a good idea to make sure the final edit of the episode was done before any synopses were released.  It seems like the lack of planning caused a lot of these errors especially when reshoots for certain scenes had to be completed (the scene of Marisol crying while standing over her brother in the ambulance in 6x5 was actually a reshoot.  Imagine that👀👀... they reshot the scene and it still looked like she was in love with her brother.  Therefore, that was a WASTE OF MONEY/BUDGETING DOLLARS).  The synopsis for 6x1 stated Maddie and Chimney would go to couples’ therapy but either it didn’t happen or it was cut from the episode.  The 6x5 “Home Invasion” synopsis stated Hen would talk to her professor when she did that in 6x4 “Animal Instincts”.  Guests and recurring characters listed for 6x17 and 6x18 was an inconsistent mess and it’s unclear if they did it that way to hide the fact that AK and MW were returning in 6x17.  But viewers who saw the BTS pics that were released in March, already knew AK would be in the finale and it was speculated that MW would be too after she was spotted at FOX studios.  Does anyone proofread these things because the synopses that included Buck and ND kept changing like they were trying to decide how to handle their nonexistent relationship only to shove Buck into one with her at the end of 6x18. SMH!

Stills Stills are a huge part of promos because they can be used on an array of social media platforms when compared to videos and GIFs; therefore the lack of them for the majority of season 6 was unacceptable.  A lot of the stills that were released came from the main cast (thanks to OS and AH) and the ones from the show were always released when it was close to the episode’s air date instead of at least one week in advance.

Social Media By the end of 6A, the official Tumblr 9-1-1 account hadn’t posted anything about OG since the BT breakup at the end of season 5, so I unfollowed it.  People who use Twitter and Instagram probably got more interactions from the dedicated FOX accounts than other platforms but hopefully when the show is on ABC, things will be better and the Tumblr 911 on ABC will get the attention it deserves.

Sneak Peeks 9-1-1 should STOP releasing five and six scenes from an episode the weekend before or on the day the episode airs because it’s a lazy way to promote it and they ruin the viewing experience.  The duration of each episode is between 42 to 45 minutes so if 5 scenes that are each one-minute long are released, the audience has the chance to see at least 11% to 12% of the episode before it airs. That spoils a lot of the excitement and it’s been happening since season 5.  Sneak Peeks should NOT be used to replace promo videos and teaser trailers.

Pre and post-mortem interviews Interviews have become an antiquated way of promoting TV shows because most of the GA DOESN’T READ THEM.  Also, some people don’t even know they exist but the main problem with 9-1-1′s post-mortems is information that should have been included in CANON WAS NOT but it was mentioned in interviews like the audience should have been able to anticipate what the showrunner wanted them to know (i.e., Chim and Buck making up off screen in season 5 and Chris being told about Eddie’s will)!  The showrunner(s) released all kinds of important information in them but if they didn’t read the post-mortem, viewers didn’t have any ideas about the things that supposedly happened.  For example, KR mentioned, right before the midseason hiatus, that Ravi was away at the academy but the GA had been asking about the character since the beginning of season 6.  Therefore, if the majority of the GA doesn’t read interviews, how were they supposed to know that?  Also, she always mentioned things happened off-screen during her interviews when clearly those things were important enough that they should have happened on-screen.  Since most viewers don’t read post-mortems, they had to do mental gymnastics during and after episodes to figure out what happened to the characters.

Another issue with 9-1-1′s post-mortems is lately there’s only been one main cast member doing the majority of them and that’s just not fair.  Viewers have their favorite characters and contrary to popular belief, BUCK IS NOT EVERYONE’S FAVORITE.  My favorite character is Eddie Diaz, so I would like to read some interviews with RG instead of OS.  If RG was allowed to do some interviews then maybe I’d read the articles instead of just scrolling to the comment sections.

Please note, I do not have a problem with OS because he’s a gifted actor and he knows and plays the character of Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley very well but he’s done like 90% of the post-mortem interviews for season 6 while the rest of the main cast has barely done one or NONE (RG) over the past two seasons.  It’s an ensemble cast so it would be fair if EVERYONE is given the chance to do at least one interview.  If they don’t want them to do one then maybe the showrunner(s) should do all the interviews instead of them spotlighting only one cast member. 

To make things fair, every main cast member (there are 9 of them) should be allowed to do a minimum of two post-mortem interviews per season or if that’s not an option, none of the main cast should do them.  That way audience members would have the opportunity to read interviews from some of their favorites too.  The comments on other social media platforms and post-mortem interviews for season 6 proves that viewers would much rather read interviews from someone other than OS in season 7. 

The viewers who like AB want to read interviews conducted with her while others would like to hear from AH, PK or KC.  IIRC, JLH hasn’t done an interview since season 5 after 5x12 “Boston” also both GM and CM haven’t done one since last season either.  AH did an interview after 6x6 and PK completed one before 6x7 but the information he mentioned was either incorrect or the character’s job was changed from her being a ‘famous singer’ to a ‘movie star’.  KC did one a few weeks ago after the proposal arc and it appears to have been a HUGE success since he was finally allowed to do an interview.  When is RG going to be let out of interview jail?  He did interviews in previous seasons, so what’s the problem with allowing him to do interviews?

Hopefully the transition to ABC will be better but if they have to wait for promotional materials the same way FOX did, it’s unlikely things will be any better than they were during season 6.  9-1-1 needs to work on their time management and organizational skills during the hiatus to be better for season 7 so they’ll be able to release promos, stills, etc. on time.

These are my criticisms regarding promos, trailers, stills, interviews, etc. and “Constructive Criticisms” #2 will be posted soon.

#911 fox #911 on fox #911onfox #911 abc #911 on abc #911 meta #911 season 6 speculation #911 season 7 #911 season 6 #911 s6 #911 #118 firefam #Canonically Observing 9-1-1 speaks #9-1-1 Season 6 - CANON Constructive Criticisms

[mindlesswicker]

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ Hi there! My name's Wicker~! ♡ Cis Femme (She/Her) | 27 | Sub Leaning Switch ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ I'm the doll you all love to share. ♡ We all know I can't be owned. I seek not to be your lover but instead, your friend! ♡ I made this blog for fantasy and fun. ♡ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ This is an 18+ blog with an emphasis on hypnosis and hypnokink, w/ light girl loving girl, cnc, and drugging kink mentions. Sometimes, I even share cute things, too!

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I'm a doll who loves to be played with~ ♡ Drop me all day long, fill my mind with spirals, ask me to listen to things, read your posts, worship you while under a spell~ ♡ If you are able to message me, that means I went through your blog and trust you to play with my mind~ ♡ In fact, I want you to. ♡ Nothing makes me feel happier than being entirely yours for a spell~! ♡ ♡ Your gender identity will not impact how I feel about you. ♡ ♡ And by my word we support girls with dicks on this god damn blog. ♡ Femboys, transwomen, enbys, genderfluid, genderqueer? Get in here, we love and support you all. ♡ My Big Yesses: ♡ - Hypnosis with praisin -- praising you, or you praising me, equally okay. ♡ - Being reminded I'm better this way (remind me this is for my own good, that I love doing this, that I always wanted it, etc.) ♡ - Spirals! ♡ - Getting sent cute drabbles~! ♡ - Having conversations are just as good as being dropped spontaneously! I can pull myself out of trance very easily. I have followed blogs that have shown they understand consent so if you are able to message me, you have my permission to spontaneously drop me~♡ My Hard Nos: ♡ - Body fluid talk, including sucking dick. Blood is okay. Don't talk cock around me. I don't mind mentions of wet/moist/blood/drool, all other body functions are a bit of hard line. ♡ - I do not want to be told that I'm worshipping your penis, please, gross, stop. Cock sucking posts are easy to scroll by but take me right out of a scene almost instantly. ♡ - Do not message me about sexual shit right off the bat, I am not a sex doll, thanks! ♡ - Men, I'm sorry, I am pretty gay, I prefer to talk to the ladies and enby folks out there when it comes to being dropped. Part of this has to do with gender expectation, and unintended bias, but please please feel free to message and chat, just know I might be like, another male dom coming into my page? Time to harshly evaluate. This is due to many men not respecting me lately. In general, no one owes anyone communication, just a reminder! Safe practicing out there everyone!

#tagged post #pinned post #about me #wickerspeaks #safetyandcontent #rules #psa #nsft #spiral #hypnokink #hypnotoy #hypnodoll #hypnodomme #induction

[arkstray]

since my beloveds (mutuals) are criticizing about the state of the creepypasta + marble hornets fandom rn (pandora and robi and bee my beloveds hi hello xoxoxo) can i also mention how much yandere aus of tim and brian bother me

they make them extremely disgustingly abusive and gross and they completely romanticize the whole thing. "n-no i dont support this irl guys!! :( but heres masky kicking the shit out of you and stalking yoy abd literally kidnapping you out of love hahahaha uwu!!!"

especially when tim himself as a character is extremely mentally ill and they use..THAT especially for his reasoning behind being "hahaahhaa ps*cho crazy!2!1!!1!" like please fucking stop

being stalked and abused and having horrific things done to u isnt cute, fictional or not, and the fact yall are so comfortable portraying these characters as that really bothers me. just saying.

ESPECIALLY when it borderlines or hits the SA part. i have seen it happen too many times with TIM WRIGHT specifically. brian has had some of those hcs too but yall are really desperate to portray the only character with canonical psychosis here as an assaulter in that way. Just saying xoxo

This came up in my brain bc its always the people who post Creepypasta x Reader imagines in the Marble Hornets tag without any actual mention of anything related to Marble Hornets so like...

#marble hornets #if yall have any thoughts lmk but i will block on sight if ur fucking weird. #i curate my experience on this website. im lenient on blocks but dont make me push the button. #I have legit seen one headcanon where the person made him extremely misognistic towards y/n #And made it like a romantic thing despite the fact he was verbally assaulting her and demeaning her down to #her reproductive organs. and dont even get me started on the creepier headcanons ive seen #and dont even get me started on ao3. whoever keeps writing those SA fics i am staring you down #and burning lasers into your head #i am active on almost every side of marble hornets social media #i see you mf

[beannary]

I need to see that TOA fanfic wip right now please <3<3<3

Ok here you go! I put it under the cut so this post isn’t super long

Eli paces back and forth in his room, mind racing as he begins to connect the dots. It just doesn’t make any sense, but also it makes the most amount of sense given all of his observations. And considering all the other strange and mysterious things that have been happening in Arcadia, it really isn’t even that outlandish of a theory.

But no, Eli is not going to be jumping to conclusions. He’s a scientist, or at least an aspiring scientist. He has his observations, he just needs to make a hypothesis and conduct an experiment. That’s the only way he can know for sure if he’s on the right track.

He stops pacing and stares intently at the list he has tacked up on his cork board.

Pale skin? Check. Never goes out in the sunlight? Check.

And ok maybe those are the only two definitive characteristics the subject displays but in combination with all the other weird behaviors he exhibits, this is the only logical conclusion that Eli can come up with. Douxie, the teen who works at Benoit’s and at GDT Books has to be a vampire, and Eli is going to be the one to prove it.

First things first, Eli has to present his theory to other people. Obviously he can’t do this all by himself. No scientist can do an entire experiment all by themself, it has to be peer reviewed to be legit. Duh.

Now Steve is…well he’s not the most scientifically minded, so Eli knows he can’t only rely on his Creep Slaying partner. He’ll need to get Krel in on this, and it wouldn’t be a bad idea to include Toby too. He’s going to need all the help he can get if he wants to conduct experiments on a potential vampire without his cover being blown.

He presents his observations before the council on one sunny Friday afternoon during their lunch hour. Eli has never been more thankful for the school’s open campus, which gives them just enough privacy, as they sit at one of the gross plastic tables that are littered around campus, without looking as if they are outright avoiding people.

Steve frowns, deep in thought as Eli finishes presenting his observations. “That makes so much sense! No one that hot could be human.”

“That’s what I was thinking!” Eli nods excitedly. “Well ok, that’s some of what I was thinking. That and all the other things I mentioned.”

“I have absolutely no idea what you two are talking about,” Krel deadpans. “In fact, I have not a single clue what you have been talking about for the past twenty minutes. What is this vamped ire you speak of?”

“Vampires are a type of monster from human mythology,” Eli explains as he pulls out his phone and opens up google. “They’re undead creatures that feed on human blood and have like a whole lot of other powers and stuff!”

Eli hands Krel his phone, with the wikipedia page for vampires pulled up. “Anyways,” Eli says, turning to Steve and Toby, leaving Krel to do his research. “We need to figure out a way to prove that Douxie is a vampire, or to prove he isn’t a vampire.”

“Oh! Maybe he sparkles in the sun!” Toby suggests.

“Oh my god just like in Twilight,” Steve says excitedly.

Eli frowns. “Wouldn’t we have noticed him sparkling? That was the whole thing in Twilight, I think. They lived in Washington specifically to stay out of the sun.”

“Yeah but that same logic applies to regular vampires too,” Toby points out. “I think you’re onto something with the vampire thing though. I mean the changelings had a way to go out in the sun without hurting themselves. Who knows what vampires might have to protect themselves. Plus, hiding in plain sight is the best way to go unnoticed. No one would ever think to look for a vampire in SoCal.”

“I didn’t even think of that,” Eli says as he digs in his backpack for his theories notebook. He pulls it out and clicks his pen a few times before jotting down some notes. “If we are operating on that logic then getting him into the sun won’t help us at all.”

“Couldn’t we just ask him?” Steve says. “That’s sort of like what Bella did.”

“I think I am still confused,” Krel says as he hands Eli his phone back. “Who is this Bella person and why do you keep on speaking of a time of night?”

Toby gasps in mock offense. “Krel, have you not seen the most culturally important human film, Twilight?”

“No? I have not been on this mudball for a full earth year. When would I have had the time to partake in the going to the movies?”

“Oh Krel, my man,” Toby drapes his arm across Krel’s shoulders. “We are going to have a movie night where we introduce you to the majesty that is the Twilight series.”

Krel eyes Toby warily. “...right.”

“We need to focus guys!” Eli snaps his fingers in front of Toby’s face to get him to pay attention. “We can totally watch Twilight after we figure out if Douxie is a vampire or not, and to do that we need to figure out a plan!”

“Uh isn’t the plan obvious though?” Steve says. “All we have to do is get some blood.”

“Yeah but don’t we need something more structured? What if something goes wrong?”

“I don’t think so,” Toby says. “I mean we all have blood with us all the time.” Krel coughs and pointedly looks at Toby. “Right, almost all of us have blood with us all the time. All we have to do is bleed and then we’ll know for sure.”

“But how do we bleed at the bookstore without it looking weird?”

“Does it have to be at the bookstore?” Toby asks. “If we go to Benoit’s and Douxie is our server, all we have to do is cut ourself on a knife and we can see his reaction.”

“And if it goes badly then we have these bad boys to protect us,” Steve says as he flexes his arms.

Eli sighs in disappointment. “I guess this plan works.”

“Aw what’s wrong E-man?” Steve asks.

“I just thought this plan would be, I don’t know more involved or something. Just showing up and bleeding all over the place isn’t very scientific,,” Eli shrugs.

“Yeah but it is the most surefire way to see if he is a vampire,” Toby points out.

#

They arrive at Benoit’s approximately half an hour after school lets out. The restaurant is blissfully empty, exactly as Eli was hoping.

“Oh wait,” Eli says just before the group enters the restaurant. He sets his backpack down on the ground and unzips it. “We should each have one of these on us before we go in, just in case things get hairy.” He takes out a stake and hands one to each of the party members.

“A piece of wood?” Krel asks as he takes the stake and turns it over in his hand.

“Wow,” Toby breathes out. “How did you get these?”

Eli smiles and pushes up his glasses. “A Creep Slayer is always prepared for all circumstances.”

“I am not even going to ask why you have given me this,” Krel says as he pockets the stake.

“Alright team! Let’s go catch us a vampire!” Steve shouts before rushing into the restaurant.

Immediately things go awry.

“No, unfortunately we are not able to accommodate outdoor seating at this time,” the hostess smiles politely at the group of teens. “I can, however, place you in Douxie’s section as you requested if you are still intending on dining with us?”

Eli frowns, but nods in confirmation. The hostess smiles and gathers up a few menus before leading them to their table.

“Any reason why he can’t serve us outdoors?” Toby asks.

“Well other than the fact that Douxie’s section is indoors today, he also hates working outdoors,” the hostess explains as they take their seats. “Says he burns too easily or whatever,” she shrugs and sets down the menus. “Douxie will be over in just a moment to get you started with drinks,” she says before hurrying back to her position.

As soon as the hostess is gone Eli whips out his notebook and excitedly jots down some notes.

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[fandomsoda]

sorry if this comes off as rude, but as an aro person. it kind of feels strange that you CONSTANTLY push that aros can be in relationships. just for xvials. like it genuinly makes me uncomfortable as an aro that wants an romantic relationship but feels not attraction. it just feels very like . gross

Ok wow this ask was a lot to take in so please bear with me here as I try to format my thoughts properly-

First of all this doesn't come off as rude, don't worry, but it definitely feels like a stretch though I'm sure this is more misinterpretation… I definitely can say that receiving this didn't feel good in the slightest but that doesn't mean you're being rude.

Secondly, to address what you've actually said, I feel like saying that I talk about partnering aros constantly is a massive exaggeration. And I don't feel like I "push" that aro people can have partners, I simply mention it from time to time and occasionally reblog posts that mention it. I more often than not try to find posts and stuff supporting the entire aro community, I don't seek to zero in on a specific part constantly as all aromantic people are incredibly valid. The reason I have talked about partnering aros specifically in the past is due to the fact that I notice a lot of erasure towards that part of the community, not because I see them as more valid or because they justify shipping.

Thirdly, on that note, I don't talk about these things just for Xvials??? I would never talk about any part of queerness just to push a ship. That's, as you said, incredibly gross and disgusting and objectifying identities and experiences like that is wrong. Xvials is simply a fictional example of two aro people potentially being together, it's not and would never be the sole reason for me speaking out about an identity.

I'm genuinely sorry if you ever felt that I was doing that in some way, I'd be wildly uncomfortable if I was in your position as well. I just never perceived my behavior as coming off that way and would never intentionally do that. If there's any behavior in particular I can/should stop/change, let me know because I never want to send this kind of message.

I'll be entirely honest, I've been anxious to answer this because I'm afraid people won't understand that I'm genuine in what I say and will assume I'm just being performative, especially when it's something as serious as this- I have several posts queued up for tomorrow specifically supporting and shouting out non-partnering aros and I don't want people to think that I only reblogged those things just to cover my own ass or something- pardon that tangent I just figured I'd say that.

I don't really know how to close this off properly and I don't want to invalidate your feelings or come off as too defensive, I just genuinely didn't intend to come off this way and feel like parts of your statement are slightly exaggerated.. I hope you understand.

Edit: ok so this was a very customer-service-y and vaguely dismissive response which I am not proud of. Better response here, it covers the situation in the detail it deserves.

[twopoppies]

Hi Gina... I need to rant 😠 lmfao

As a life-long Chiefs fan and KC native all I can say is this T*ylor shit is fucking annoying. I know you talk to a LOT of people in the fandom, so you may not remember, but I'm a fellow Sw*ftie hater (maybe that's too harsh but idgaf) and I didn't think it was possible to get more annoyed with this woman than I've been since I stopped being a fan in 2018. Boy, was I WRONG. I'm a die-hard Chiefs fan. I loved my team even when we sucked and couldn't make it to the playoffs (before Patrick Mahomes), so to see EVERYONE make the game on Sunday about her is beyond frustrating. People (Sw*fties) are seriously saying she's the only reason we won. Like we haven't won multiple AFC championships and two Super Bowls in the past three years. Maybe I'm just taking it too seriously, but when our boys played a kick ass game on Sunday after such a shitty season opener (that we lost), it was so nice to see that we're getting our mojo back but I literally can't look at any post, tweet, article, tv segment, etc that doesn't make the game about her.

God, please don't let her be around for the rest of the season 🙏🏻

Also, I'm not saying they're not hooking up, but this is 100% for PR. I've personally never seen them pan to a celebrity so many times during the game. I've never seen "candid" photos of Travis Kelce, Patrick Mahomes, or any of the other popular Chiefs' players leaving Arrowhead Stadium after a game like we just got with Travis & T*ylor, or "candid" photos & videos of any of the popular players driving through the city, which is so sus. And then what really sealed the deal for me was that T*ylor announced earlier today that her concert film will be shown internationally. She was also named as an entertainer of the year for entertainment weekly and is on the cover. Not to mention, she has a new re-recording coming out in a month and continues to announce new versions of the 1989 re-recording. "Someone" must not be happy enough that she's already broke records with the Speak Now sales, is selling the most number of albums overall, but she must be aiming to break those Speak Now records with the 1989 re-recording sales bc she's releasing new versions quite often. I mean, how greedy can one person be. Like you haven't sold enough albums? You don't have enough publicity? You don't have enough money? It's just gross to me.

Also, I personally just found her reactions over the top for someone who isn't even a fan, especially whatever that head shake thing is at the end. But maybe that's just because I find everything she does annoying and cringe.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CxmAHqjrACL/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Plus, the stats around Travis and the Chiefs have skyrocketed. So they're absolutely getting a lot out of this as well as the NFL like someone mentioned earlier.

I'll attach an article but here are some numbers:

Travis' jersey sales went up almost 400%

Stubhub ticket sales for Chiefs' home games increased threefold in just 24 hrs

Travis gained 325k new ig followers - more than he gained after winning the last Super Bowl

Sunday's Chiefs' game was the most watched NFL game on any network last week

It was also the most watched game among girls and women 12 to 49 yrs old

https://www.axios.com/2023/09/26/taylor-swift-travis-kelce-merch-sales-up-chiefs-kansas-city

And yes, I know I know a lot about her for someone who doesn't like her. But she's inescapable even when I have muted everything related to her... And now she's taking over my everything related to my favorite football team and my city 🤢 Where's Pete Davidson when you need him? 😂

Ok, sorry for that rant. I know I probably sound ridiculous, but I prefer my life T*ylor free just like I prefer my life Ol*via free, and I thought you might understand 😂 Anyways, feel free not to post if you don't want to discuss her anymore.

I hope you're having a good night, Gina. Lots of love.

She really is a horrendous actress. Everything she did at that game was so embarrassingly fake. But clearly people want to believe it because it’s everywhere.

That’s bananas how much his stats already went up and just shows why it’s worth it to do this kind of nonsense, even to someone who’s already really famous.

I’m not interested in football at all, but I’m so sorry she’s contaminating your safe space. 😩

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[opossumwithabnjo]

adressing somethings that have been said about me.

hi, im possum. im not the best person.

every tag added was included in the original post.

tw for harassment, sexual assault, ableism, etc

however there are many many false things that are being said about me. ive never sexually assaulted anyone, im not ableist, and i do not fucking harass people. i leave them alone, something that other involved seem to not know how to do. unlike them, i am choosing not to list any names.

My ex and i both made a lot of mistakes. we are children. i do not make fun of his physical or mental disability, and i continue to worry about him because we were friends for a long time even before we started dating.

my ex friends and i had a mutal agreement that if we were ever uncomfortable, the behavior that had caused it would stop immediately. i was never told that they were uncomfortable, and i cannot tell when people are uncomfortable due to my inability to pick up on both tone and body language. this was not helped by Friend 1 having problems with communicating WITH said body language and tone, so if he was uncomfortable, it should have been vocalized.

onto my own harassment, constantly messaging me when you are asked not to, messaging my friends, even messaging my PARENTS is harassment. just because i do not respond (i am uncomfortable around them so i DOD NOT RESPOND. THAT DOES NOT MEAN I DID NOT LISTEN TO THEIR CONCERNS.)

i did not force my ex into sexual situations, this is something that i am heavily and notably against. any time that we struggled with concent and communication it was due to inexperience and lack of proper teaching.

saying that i find my brothers hot is the most disgusting thing that ive ever read. seeing that made me feel genuinely ill. that is not something that you should ever spread about someone.

the kid, claiming those gross things about me, is exaggerating and lying about what happened, something that has gone on throughout this entire situation.

i never manipulated my ex (at the very least i never tried to), abd all of the screenshots shown have been from at the very a year pr close to that prior. they say that i have not learned a thing, however i have clearly learned more than they have because unlike them i am working to improve upon the very behavior that these people say i do without thinking.

the situation with the polyamory was something that i was entirely in the wrong for however it is a situation heavily made increasingly worse due to different aspects of my mental health along with how i was being actively manipulated by a close family member.

this family member has abused me my entire life, something that my ex called into question when messaging my parents. i was being actively abused throughout almost our entire relationship. this made it increasingly harder for me to be able to regulate my emotions and behaviors, especially directed towards the people that i was close to.

to my ex: you say you got nothing in return and yet i constantly worried for you, i spoke to you every day and let you talk to me about whatever you needed. i bought and made you things, my family and i brought you on trips. ive tried to help with your physical and mental health but it has gotten to be far too much. i hope you grow as a person, and leave me alone.

please, never contact or mention me again.

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[sequinsmile-x]

unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping ❤️

heyyy bestie!!

Hope you enjoy this <3

Another double posting day because chapter 3 of All's Fair is coming tonight!

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Words: 985

Warnings: brief mentions of injury

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily is grateful when Aaron falls asleep shortly after the jet takes off, the long journey home drawn out in front of them. The sun would be rising by the time they made it home, and the only reason they hadn’t stayed another night after wrapping up the case was that Aaron was insistent on it. 

He wanted to sleep in their bed. Their children just down the hall in their own rooms, a well needed reminder that there was good in the world. 

Aaron had been hurt in the takedown of the unsub. Three cracked ribs and a bruise around his eye that Emily already dreaded having to explain to their three-year-old. The little girl empathetic almost to a fault, prone to feeling the pain of those she loved just a little too sharply. 

She didn’t know if it was worse that Jack was old enough to understand it all fully. A sad glint in his eyes whenever one of them was hurt, no matter how mildly, which was enough to make her want to quit her job on her worst days. 

Aaron is next to her, his arms crossed over his chest as he slept as if he was protecting himself from getting hurt even further in his sleep. His head ends up on her shoulder. His favourite place to rest if he was hurt or sick.

One of the many things he seemed to have passed onto their children.

“Is he okay?” 

She looks up from her book to see Derek sliding into the seat opposite her and she nods as she puts the book down on the table. 

“He’s ok,” she replies quietly, “The ER doctor gave him some pretty strong painkillers,” she explains, “Flying home with cracked ribs isn’t exactly fun.”

Derek nods in agreement. They’d all done it at some point over the years for one reason or another - an unfortunate byproduct of their jobs.

“How did you convince him to take the painkillers?” 

Emily smirks, mischief sparkling in her eyes as she looks at her friend, “I made a lot of promises you definitely don’t want to hear about.” 

He grimaces, just as she knew he would and it makes her laugh, some of the tension that had taken residence in her chest as she watched her husband get hurt finally dissipating. 

“Gross, Prentiss.” 

Her smile widens, “You can’t be surprised we have sex, you bought the proof a stuffed unicorn just last week.”

He groans, “Please stop referring to my niece as proof you and Hotch have sex.”

“I will when you stop reacting.” 

Derek laughs and shakes his head at her, his eyes never leaving her face. He sobers, and she hates it, hates that he can see right through her. 

“Are you ok?” 

She sighs and bites her lip, her eyes falling to the table between them as she tries to come up with an answer. It never got any easier watching the man she loves get hurt, even if it was something minor in comparison to what they’d both survived over the years. There was always that flash of panic she had to bury deep inside of her, a momentary seizing of her chest, as she wondered if this was it. If their luck had finally run out. 

She sometimes wondered if it would be easier for one of them to leave the team, something they’d discussed when their daughter was born, but ultimately she thought it would be worse. Her imagination, the knowledge she had of what they faced every day, was her worst enemy. 

She’d never forgive herself if something happened to him and she wasn’t there to stop it. Or to at least be there with him. 

“I’m ok,” she says simply, and Derek raises an eyebrow at her, “Really. I am. I just…need to get home.” 

“And see the kids?” He asks, well aware of her and Aaron’s routine in that regard. 

“Yeah,” she replies, smiling at the thought of her children, how they’d barely have time to lay down in bed before their daughter would be awake and in there with them, “I miss them.” 

She places her hand on Aaron’s leg, needing the further connection with him as the thought of the hours they had left before they landed seems too much, and he untucks one of his arms from his chest. His hand seeks her out even in his sleep as he places it over hers. It makes her smile and she links their fingers together, forever enthralled by how they seemed to fit together perfectly. 

She looks up at Derek again and sees a mix of curiosity and amusement in his eyes. She and Aaron had always been careful to keep as much of their relationship to themselves as they could. They were both fiercely private people, and it was important to them that their marriage was the same. It meant the team always watched them carefully in moments like this. Rare glimpses into their lives that were only ever brought forward by fear. 

Or alcohol. 

“Derek?” She says, gaining his attention as he looks up from their hands to her face, he hums in response and the corner of her lips flicks up into a smile, “If you make fun of him for this, I will kill you,” he furrows his brows, looking slightly further aback, “And we both know I’d get away with it.” 

He shakes his head at her, a smile spreading across his face as he takes the threat exactly like she knew he would. 

“I’d be surprised that you managed to threaten me whilst snuggling with your husband,” he says, standing up to retreat to his quiet corner of the jet, “But you once did the exact same thing whilst holding your three-day-old baby.” 

She scoffs, narrowing her eyes at him. “That’s because you told me she looked like my mother.” 

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[torreshalstead]

You make the miles worth it - Chapter 11

Summary - The Chicago Marathon had always been a dream for Hailey. And when she meets a stranger in pink running shoes whilst training, she realises maybe she had been dreaming for more.

Chapters - 12/21

Chapter Summary - After a bad day at work, a run and drinks with Jay is exactly what Hailey needed.

Notes - hope everyone had a lovely festive season! I took a week off posting this story last week and posted my Christmas oneshot instead but now I’m back with this story and hope you enjoy this next chapter! AO3 Link

9 weeks to go

Hailey stormed through the door into the apartment, letting it slam behind her, the sound ricocheting through the hallway.  She had just finished what had felt like the longest shift in the world and it was all thanks to her arse of a manager.  The only bright spot of the day was that in 30 minutes she was meeting up with Jay.  They had decided to do an evening run today due to both of their shifts and were going to grab a drink afterwards.  They weren’t going far so decided to brave Molly’s in their running kit, hoping it wouldn’t be too gross, to save going home to change.

The thought of seeing Jay had been what had kept her going through the past 8 hours.  Every text she had received throughout the day had brought a smile to her face:

Looking forward to our run later - Jay

Please don’t injure your manager or else I’ll have to bury the crime - Jay

But I would. For you - Jay

See you in 2 hours :) - Jay

Somehow even when she was having a hideous day, he knew exactly what to say.

‘So work was really that bad today?’ Jay asked as the pair jogged down the running trail, the sun was setting, lighting up the sky in shades of pinks and orange.  He glanced over to his running partner, she had kept him updated through the day via texts of her manager's exploits.

‘It really was’ Hailey sighed.  ‘I can put up with him treating me like trash and V can hold her own but Alex, she doesn’t deserve it’.

‘She’s the teenager who had just started when we met, right?’  Hailey was always impressed with Jay’s ability to remember even the smallest details she mentioned in passing. 

‘Yeah that’s right’ she threw him a quizzical look.

‘Good memory helps with interrogations’, he said casually with a smile, tapping his temple with his forefinger.  In reality his memory was only this good with things related to Hailey, he soaked in everything she said like a sponge.  He could listen to her talk for hours.

‘If you say so’ she said with a chuckle.  ‘But yeah, she’s only 19 and takes everything he says to heart.  I hate it but can only do anything about it when I’m on the same shift and even then my manager isn’t exactly responsive to criticism.’

‘Guy sounds like a jerk.’

‘That’s the polite thing to call him.’

‘And you’ve called him worse?’

‘Not to his face’, she laughed.  ‘I need to pay my bills as much as the next person!’

‘Can I ask you something Hailey?’ Jay asked softly.

‘Always.’ 

‘Why do you stay there if he’s so awful?’  Hailey’s legs stopped moving at this and she came to a dead stop.  Jay stopped too, a couple of steps later and turned back to face her.  For a second he was worried he had upset or offended her.  ‘I’m sorry Hailey, I didn’t mean-’

‘No no. It’s not that… I know you didn’t’, Hailey smiled softly. ‘I guess no one has ever really asked me that before’.

‘You don’t have to answer, we can just run in silence’, he smiled.  Hailey nodded and the pair restarted their run.  When Hailey stayed quiet for the next half a mile, Jay thought he had gone too far and pushed her too much.  He had learnt by now that Hailey was a private person, keeping her thoughts and feelings wrapped deep inside.  She only shared fragments of her life, choosing those she shared these with very carefully.

‘Working at the restaurant was the only thing that got me out of the house when I was younger’.  Hailey began quietly, Jay had to listen carefully to be able to hear her over the sound of their feet hitting the pavement.  ‘Home life wasn’t exactly the easiest’, she let out a sad laugh.  ‘So as soon as I was old enough to get a job I found one.  It wasn’t the nicest restaurant or the best pay but it gave me an ounce of freedom and an excuse to leave the house after school or at the weekends.  I was saving everything I could to get my own place once I left high school.  Michael already had a job but I knew he wasn’t earning much and he needed the money for college.’

‘Michael?’ Jay asked after a moment's silence.  He didn’t want to interrupt Hailey but curiosity got the better of him.

‘My older brother’, she answered, her voice still barely above a whisper.  ‘He wanted to get us a place together, but I knew how much he wanted to go to college.  He was so smart.  He deserved to go to college and spend his money on that rather than spending it on me.  So I put everything I earned from the restaurant away and when I had enough I got my own place and moved out of there.’

‘You didn’t want to go to college?’

‘It was just never on the cards for me I guess.  I stayed at the restaurant as it let me pay my rent and bills, and then it brought me Vanessa.’  A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

‘And now?’ Jay asked quietly.

‘And now I guess it’s the easy option.  The safe option, to stay with what I know.  But..’ she tailed off.

‘But?’ He nudged her gently.

‘It’s just not the future I saw for myself when I was younger.  I just feel a bit stuck I guess’.

‘You can change that Hails, you don’t have to feel stuck.  There’s a whole world out there just waiting for Hailey Upton to explore.’

She shook her head, ‘it’s not that simple Jay’.

‘I never said it was.  But you’ve got options.  If you want to go to school.  You can go to school.  If you want to find another job.  You can find another job.  If you want to stay where you are.  You can stay. ’  Jay slowed to a walk and when Hailey slowed down too she looked confused.  He gently grasped her hand. ‘There’s no right or wrong options.  And you know I’ll support you no matter what, right?’ 

She nodded slowly, staring down at their conjoined hands.  ‘Thanks Jay’ she whispered, not looking up for fear that tears may spill down her reddened cheeks.

‘Time for Molly's?’ He asked after she remained quiet.  She nodded again and the pair turned off the trail to start the trip to Molly’s.  

It was only when they reached the nearest L station that Hailey realised Jay hadn’t let go of her hand.

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Jay reluctantly let go of Hailey’s hand when they reached the door of Molly’s, but not before giving it a gentle squeeze and a smile to match.  She understood.  Walking in hand in hand would lead to more questions than the pair wanted to deal with.

‘Hey you two!’ Stella called from behind the bar when they entered.  ‘Two beers?’ 

‘Thanks Stella’, Hailey said back as they made their way to an empty table in the middle of the pub.

When they had taken a seat, Stella appeared with two beers in hand.  ‘You two been running today?’ she asked, gesturing at their attire.

‘We have’, Hailey smiled, ‘9 weeks until race day’.

‘That’s soon! Feeling ready for it?’ She asked.

‘Getting there’ Hailey said and Jay nodded in agreement.

‘Well the firehouse is planning on coming out to support as we are on shift that day.  Figured we could pitch the rigs close to the course with the lights and sirens on’.

‘That would be cool!’ Hailey said.

‘We will definitely appreciate the support’ Jay added, taking a drink from his beer.

‘We will make sure to cheer for you guys extra loud obviously’ Stella winked and returned to her spot behind the bar.

‘Speaking of support on race day, you got anyone else coming out to cheer for you?’ Jay asked.  Hailey knew there was more to the question that he wanted to ask after she had mentioned Michael earlier but Molly’s was not the right place to tell that story.

She shook her head and put her beer back on the table, fiddling with the label.  ‘Just Vanessa’ she said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.  ‘You?’

‘Will is planning on it but he doesn’t know his shift schedule yet.  We run pretty close to Med so he’s confident he’ll be able to pop out even just for a second’. Jay smiled at the thought of his brother running out of the ED in the middle of seeing a patient to cheer him on.

‘That’ll be nice’

‘Yeah, he knows how important it is for me and why I’m doing it.  We haven’t always been the closest but right now we are in a good place’.  Glancing up he noticed a familiar flock of red hair enter the bar.  ‘Speak of the devil’.

Hailey looked behind her and noticed the tall red haired man walking towards the bar.  She recognised him from the photos at Jay’s place.

‘Ignore everything he says’, Jay said quietly as he waves Will over.

‘Jay!’ Will exclaimed, patting his brother hard on the back when he reached the table.  ‘And this must be the lovely Hailey’.

Hailey felt her cheeks redden at this and glancing at Jay, saw his were matching.

‘This is Hailey, Hailey this is my brother Will’.  He gestured between the pair.

‘Pleasure, I’ve heard a lot about you’, Hailey said as she offered him her hand to shake.

‘I wish I could say the same Hailey, but my brother here is quite tight lipped on certain subjects.  His love life being one of them’, Will shook Hailey’s hand and winked at Jay who was attempting to hide his blush by focusing on the beer bottle in front of him.  ‘Glad to see you are keeping him consistent with his training though’ he smiled and nodded to Jay’s outfit.

‘I could say the same about him’, Hailey smiled, ‘it’s nice to have someone to run with’.

‘I bet it is’, Will said and winked at Jay again.  Jay was shooting daggers at him by now and Will clearly knew the best plan was to retreat so he spoke again to Hailey.  ‘It was a pleasure to meet you Hailey, glad to see someone is keeping this one in line.  Hope we see each other again soon.’  And with a final smile at Jay.  ‘See you soon bro, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do’. He laughed as he slapped him on the shoulder and returned to the bar.

Jay dramatically put his head down on the table with a groan. Instinctively Hailey reached over and closed her hand around his wrist.  At the contact he lifted his head and his green eyes met her bright blue ones.  

‘It’s nice you’re close to your family’, she spoke with a soft voice and gently tightened her hand, feeling his pulse through her fingers.  

‘I guess’, he said as he sat up and shifted her hand from his wrist so he could enclose his fingers around her small ones.  ‘Didn’t scare you off?’ he asked with a grin.

Hailey giggled and shook her head, ‘not at all’, she said gently and squeezed his hand.  ‘I’m still here’ she added with a smile.

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[studentofetherium]

Hello. I am the person who sent you and your friends several messages earlier today that I was worried I was becoming a nazi and was begging you folks to kill me before I did. I want to explain why I did so, both as an admittedly very inadequate apology, and as an attempt at helping you and your friends find closure. I understand there is no excuse for how I bullied, retraumatized and terrorized all of you.

It is great if you consider me an antisemite and hate me forever, for indeed someone like me deserves such treatment. I have seen your posts describing me as a gross, pathetic loser, and I understand that you are completely right.

A few months ago, I became addicted to Arknights and spent 1000s of dollars on it, only stopping when my parents took away my bank account access. As such I began to view the game and Hypergryph and Yostar as evil, fascist, ableist, and antisemitic.

I became somewhat obsessed with trying to tell other people how bad it was, and convinced that Reunion was heroic, but the first two times I published essays about this I had to delete them because people called me a terrorist and braindead for supporting Reunion and not liking the game. This initially hardened my conviction that Arknights was ableist antisemitic pro-slavery propaganda.

Coincidentally, I have severe autism and ADHD, and due to being bullied by teachers in elementary school I have had severe anxiety, depression, and self-loathing ever since, considerably aggravated when I was beaten by a police officer following my first suicide attempt at the age of 15 and institutionalized for 4 days following my second attempt at the age of 16.

I say this not as an excuse, for there can be no forgiveness for my heinous actions, merely to help give context.

Last night I had nightmares about my daddy attacking me and couldn’t sleep very well, so I forgot to take my antipsychotic medications in the morning. I also had a somewhat stressful doctor appointment in the morning. When my third attempt at criticizing Arknights was somewhat poorly received, mommy says I had a self-loathing psychotic episode.

As I read in your essay that you mentioned you were Jewish, and I figured that the worst possible way to treat a Jewish person is the way a nazi would, and I misinterpreted you as defending Rhodes Island, I figured that Reunion, and by extension myself, must be nazis, and Rhodes Island, Hypergryph, Yostar, and the gacha gambling companies I had previously hated must be antifascist good guys.

This does not make much sense to me, since I was previously a socialist and thought that corporations and capitalism supported bad things like fascism and antisemitism, but I now understand I was wrong. By sympathizing with Reunion, I accidentally set myself on the path to becoming a nazi.

Since I have seen lots of memes that nazis deserve death, and I agree with those memes, I tried to start searching for ways to kill myself. Unfortunately I am too cowardly to jump out the window again, and could not break my skin with a kitchen knife, so I felt I had no choice but to ask people on the internet to come shoot me.

I attempted to apologize profusely in these posts, but I understand now that this was merely attention-seeking. Again, I am sincerely sorry, although I understand these words ring hollow, and indeed are an abuse tactic, unless I actually make good on them and kill myself. Please rest assured that I will continue trying to do so beneath my parents’ notice.

While my mommy has insisted over and over again that I am not a nazi or an antisemite because I do not hate Jewish people, I now understand that even calling myself those words permanently and irrevocably turns me into them. And nazis, of course, a category which I unwittingly have become part of, are hateful antisemitic genocidal monsters.

While I have never been very religious, I will now dedicate the rest of my life to finding redemption for my sins by committing suicide or finding someone willing to kill me, in hopes that God will forgive me for the crimes I have committed against an innocent ethnoreligious group. I am not currently aware of any methods I could use to successfully commit suicide, or any ways I could get someone to kill me, but I will at least continue to search for them until I either succeed or die of old age.

As long as I search, I hope I will no longer pose a threat to the safety of you or any other Jewish people.

Though I know it is asking far too much, I must try to humbly request that you post this to share with your followers. I have seen them making memes about me being an example of the alt-right pipeline, and since I suspect they are correct in this, I would like them to understand why I became trapped as a Reunion nazi so that you and your friends may more effectively protect yourself from me and nazis and Reunion members like me.

Please wish me luck as I embark on this final journey to atone for my unforgivable sins. Oh, and my mom doesn’t want me to die, so please don’t tell her either. Thank you for your time.