#theyve all been burned or ignored too much

[bluerosefox]

Our Strengths

"What do we do now? Tucker asked. His voice cracking with stress and worry as he stared at the scene before him not able to look away as his best friend and his family were being dragged out of their home.

Danny cuffed in anti-ghost cuffs and knocked the heck out with a ecto-gun pointed at his skull by one of the GIW agents, they eventually tossed Danny into their van that was parked right outside the Fenton Works. Jazz was pleading, begging them to let her brother go, even though she too was cuffed and not caring that another gun was at her back. Maddie was hissing like angry feral mama cat at the two agents, ignoring the other two that were holding her shoulders to keep her from squirming around and saying "you dare touch a single hair on my babies I will rip-" before she too was lead away to the GIW van. The last to come out was Jack and he looked haunted and stressed, and despite being a huge guy he was trying to make himself look small. He too was sent into the van, and one of the last things Tucker could see before the doors close was Jack kneeling down next to Danny and going to cradle him but being stopped by the GIW agent in the van.

Sam chewed on her lip, her eyes wide and wild as she tried to think of... well anything to save her friend and his family from this.

To think Vlad would be so petty after Danny finally told his parents about being Phantom and them accepting and loving him regardless and even apologizing for trying to hurt him that he would go and tattle to the GIW about Phantom.

Danny hadn't even told them about Vlad being a halfa either. Not even a bit. All Danny told them was that Vlad made him super uncomfortable. About how the guy seemed obsessed with his mom but seemed to be shifting his obsession to him.

And for once Jack listened, especially after Maddie finally told him the times the man flirted with her and had even tried getting her to leave Jack. With only Danny. No mention of Jazz, only Danny.

After that Jack turned papa bear mode.

Say what you will about Jack Fenton but his love for his family outweighs any kind of friendship.

So yeah Vlad finding himself being 'cut out' of the Fenton's lives, realizing the only times he could even get close to Maddie and Danny was because Jack was always welcoming to him, and finding out Jack point blank said he no longer wanted him around his family, he raged and decided to get back at Danny was to go tell the GIW about him being Phantom.

No doubt the creep was going to show up later, 'save' them and start making demands or indebt them to him.

And now here they were. The Fenton's, after being told about Phantom, were being unjustified hauled away by the GIW while all of Amity watches from the streets and despite the protest from, mostly teens, Amity Parkers no one could do anything with both weapons pointed at them or the 'law' decree.

Closing her eyes, Sam took a breath. When she opened them back up she finally looked away as the van and the rest of the GIW began to leave, her hands clutched so tight that her knuckles were turning a deadly white. When she finally released her grip she felt something in her hand.

Confused, Sam opened her hand and gasped as she recognized a familiarish green sticky note and words written in purple ink. She's never read any of the sticky notes CW would send Danny but she has seen them appear out of no where.

She read the note, ignoring Tuckers questioning, and once done she snapped her head to look at him. It was so fast that Tucker jumped for a second. Her eyes were alight with a new found kindle of hope, determination, and a plan.

"Sam? What is it?" Tucker finally asked once more, he had a feeling whatever she had in mind was going to be insane but if it sent by CW and meant to save his best friend he'd do it.

"We play into our strengths and get some help." She said as she brought the sticky note up for him to see.

"Help? From who?" Tucker asked as he took the note and instantly noticed the drawn symbols on the bottom. When he snapped his head back up to look at Sam his mouth fell open and he said in shock, awe, and disbelief "No. No way. Them? But I thought-"

"Gonna stop you right there Tucker. Remember what Dani told us last month? About that new under the radar teen hero group?" Sam cut in.

"OOoooh. Them.... Yeah I can totally get behind asking them over asking the adults." Tucker responded, his mind coming up with a plan as the sticky note words played into his head 'Use your strengths'

"Good we have no time to loose. I'll contact Dani to find out where we can find their base, you get ready to hack and find what you can so I can use it to help... persuade them into helping us."

-x-x-

Young Justice was having a normal, well as normal as a bunch of super-powered and very well trained teens could have day.

Or at least it was until their comms and entire system were hacked by an unknown hacker, a goth girl appearing on their main sceen and her saying this

"Hey, Young Justice right? Look I'll be blunt about this. We need help, our best friend and his family got taken by some shady government jerks that wanna experiment on him and we need to save them. It's a long story. However, we do not like the JL too much and don't trust them, we have our reasons, so to make sure you don't go crying to them, we're taking your systems hostage and blackmailing you with things our hacker found out." Her eyes narrowed at them, her face in a scowl and it left no room for negotiations at all, she was determined to get things her way "So that's the deal. Help us save our best friend and his family while not letting the JL know, and we let go of your systems and forget about what we found out."

#danny phantom dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #crossover #dp x dc #blue rambles #writing ideas #random idea #dpxdc #sam manson #tucker foley #good fenton family! #Tucker hacks and taks over the YG systems #Sam is the one who makes the deal with no nonsense attitude #Sam and Tucker are Danny's ride or die #YG. especially the Core 4 respect that #Tim respects the blackmail abilities tbh #Conner and Bart are always down to take out shady government goons #Cassie totally respects Sam's iron will #teens helping teens out #they have little to no respect to adults #theyve all been burned or ignored too much

[silverselfshippingchaos]

it's literally them

#ignore my five minute scribbles but. it is very much the key wives #ash rambles 💚 #also I forgot ash's armor but shhh. her design is pretty cool (if i do say so herself) #the main attraction is her long red coat! her and her best friend (eventually wife) are the red/blue couple #she really loves her coat! it was a gift from her adoptive dad! e.raqus! #in her first appearance she only wears one glove on her right hand #but she gets some very nasty burns on her hands while trying to save her best friend #(she fails. it really fucks her up. losing her bffs and her dad for a decade. shes all alone.) #so she has black bandages on her hands in all her appearances after b.irth b.y s.leep #it's not that the wounds havent healed—it's that she doesnt want to be reminded of how weak she is. how much of a failure she is #just a pathetic little girl who didnt deserve her title of Master anymore. she's very sad for that decade. it's bad. #eventually when she does reunite with her best friend shes scared to take the bandages off. a.qua shouldnt have to see that side of her... #a.qua tells her that theyve been best friends since they were kids. theres nothing to hide. #it's not until a.qua sees those hand scars that they begin to date. theyre childhood sweethearts! theyre very cute together!!! so gay!! #i love her sooo much! theyve got a lot of baggage with a.qua being trapped in the Realm of Darkness for a decade and Ash being all alone and #struggling with a horrible case of survivor's guilt but. they make it work. they always have ever since they were little kids. #i really like my k.h s/i!!! hope you like her too hehe! also her k.eyblade is green and red and silver and named Starfire #but yeah. red/blue couples for the win! especially when theyre a.qua/ash- #a.qua gets down on one knee a couple yrs after k.h3 and they get married a wee bit after that #their kiddo is super cool too! name is violet (she/they) and they're the coolest key kid on the block hehe! #anyways yeah. good morning-

[comradeboyhalo]

q!Bad has been trying so hard to burn his bridges so I consider purgatory a win for him! Though will say that I think it's nice that he and Bagi's bridge seem more or less the same? I don't think that his bridge with Bagi burned because she didn't have expectations from him like the others did from not knowing how Bad was before + she's heard him talk about wanting to eat/kill people and him being in the war before and still decided that was the guy she wanted to hang around her - even when they met up and she decided to go into her safe zone, she still gave him a chance to talk with her rather then going 'oh nah actually you're going to kill me so we won't meet at all' or she could have told her teammates on him, gave Bad permission to kill her and has been actively going 'hi Bad!!' when she saw him before the whole transferring team situation, just wanted to ramble that I appreciated the way their friendship works and how I feel like there's not gonna be a difference for them when they go back to the original island

yes! you are so right and i will now ramble!

i see q!bad's friends categorized in two areas: friends who can deal with his demon nature and friends who can't. bagi, despite her strong moral code, has seen bad at his worst, and is able to stomach all of it. she is able to forgive him (even if he may break her trust), understand the way he navigates his relationships, and continue to know that despite his actions, she has his back and he has hers. others who similarly take bad in stride are foolish, tina, aypierre, and etoiles. he may fuck them over, but they all end up shrugging it off and bouncing back. (this, of course, goes especially for foolish).

i would say phil and bad had a good friendship, but purgatory has effectively ruined it. they were just never close enough with each other for phil to understand who bad is at his core. cellbit (from what i observed) seems to hold more immoral actions (i.e cannibalism, murder) with a much heavier weight than bad. yes, he is a dark character, but notice how cellbit needed to be pushed in this direction via external circumstances? meanwhile bad always seemed to be holding off eating people and murder to just "fit in" with society, because these traits are just more innately part of him. and this is why i think bad won't hold a grudge against cellbit for purgatory, but cellbit could.

forever and baghera are a special case in which they became friends with someone who was nice and caring, were able to ignore the dark implications of his moral code, but then couldnt anymore once he began to spiral downwards. theyve both had their purgatory moment with him; they've already seen the lengths he'll go to. its definitely taken a toll on their friendship, but if they were able to move past his torture of ron, they'll be able to move past this too (and they already have: baghera may be opposing him but she's still happy to chat, and forever and bad's relationship has honestly improved in purgatory).

i do think, at the end of the day, bad is the kind of guy that is very easy to hate, but also someone you really want on your side. take tubbo or pac. he was by the far one of the most antagonistic characters to them on the island. but when you're fighting to survive, suddenly that bloodthirsty demon is real nice to have at your back. its why foolish is so careful to prod into bad's plans, to see if their motives line up. i do believe that, even if he burns bridges with majority of characters, he is still someone most characters would want to fight with, rather than against.

#ask #long post #badboyhalo

[honeyviscera]

hrgh. this is a weird thing to get mad about, probably, but when the people i know don't take care of themselves properly, and like. are aware that they're not taking care of themselves properly, and just. don't take any steps to change their habits, and just keep on. knowingly. willingly. self destructing. it pisses me off so much.

like. a lot of the issues you're having could be mitigated if you just took these few steps. if you just did a few things differently. i care about you, and i'm telling you that you need to fucking stop this. and when my genuine concern gets met with a light-hearted "haha, it's fine 😜✌️" or a "no 💖" it's like. you dumbass.

i hate when im being sincere and get met with sarcasm. or not taking me seriously. or a number of insincere, uncaring responses. i care about you, and you're hurting yourself. you won't stop. you won't listen to me. why? you fucking dumbass? why won't you take me seriously. i get tired of being brushed off.

one of my friends from high school is incredibly bad for this. they would always overcommit. burn out. not sleep enough. get into toxic situations and then just. exist in them. they were in an incredibly abusive relationship for a year and kept ignoring the red flags, and literally almost died because of that relationship. they were left to direct the entire school musical for 2 years in a row because the teacher wasnt doing their fucking job, and they just accepted it. on top of doing advanced classes. what the hell. they would come to school looking like an empty shell. they lost the spark of enthusiasm that made them, well, them. they've gone away for uni now and from what i've heard theyve been in terrible, terrible situations and have. not taken care of themselves. not drawn a line. they began coughing up blood due to stress alone. if i were them i would have quit. left. the amount of bullshit they go through that could be prevented if they cared about their own wellbeing like at all is fucking astronomical. i love them but it's hard to love them when they continually treat themselves like shit and hurt themselves more.

i know this sounds rich coming from me, the engineering major, but even though the program i'm in is meant to push you to your limit, everything i do is always with the utmost compassion to myself. i take breaks when i need to. i forgive myself. i sleep properly. i eat properly. i don't commit to other things that would be too much to handle.

i guess it's a different matter if you just. forget to eat or something like that, but when reminded you're like 'oh shit yeah im going to eat now'. something like that is just. it's not the conscious self destruction, you know? wanting to take care of yourself but just forgetting and needing help along the way is fine. we all do that. we all need help. but rejecting help is so frustrating to me. laughing it off. not standing up for yourself. why do you hate yourself like that? you wouldn't want others to go through it, so why do you let it happen to you?

sorry for the rant, idk if this is coherent at all. anyways. take care of yourself or i will hit you with hammers.

#ocean.mp3

[leviathans-watching]

heyyyooo!! I saw your post about you posting again, and I hope it's ok if I ask for a comfort post with all the obey me characters you write for

can you write an x reader where reader just sits down next to them one day, sighs and expresses how tired they are and explain that they're just barely hanging on by a thread and they're also on the verge of a mental breakdown.

and maybe have the character look at MC in absolute horror because MC always bottles up their emotions and theyve never outwardly told anyone how they actually feel.

( also, I'm so sorry if this doesnt make sense. )

oh um could MC talk really softly about their emotions?

anon asked: Hello! I hope your doing well. May I request OM bros reacting to gn mc who's having a burnout with their studies?(if you have done it do ignore or maybe drop link-?<:') )

the brothers with a burnt-out mc

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .9k | rated g | m.list

a/n: combined two asks for this since they were similar!! thank you both for requesting and i hope you feel better soon! my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or request so come say hi!!!!

please reblog! ! ! ! !

➳ lucifer feels really bad. how had not noticed? how long had this been going on, and how much work had he assigned to you when the last thing you wanted to do was do it? regret is clear in his eyes as he listens to you slowly and quietly describe your feelings. “i’m really sorry you feel this way,” he says, swallowing. “i’m sorry if i’ve made it any worse, what with the tasks i’ve been having you do.” you go to dispute the point, but he stops you. “i’ll grant you a break from your tasks for the time being. there’s nothing time-sensitive or important happening now anyway, and i, and my brothers, would be more than willing to pick up whatever work you do have. i’m always here for you if you need to talk, so just focus on relaxing and healing, okay?”

➳ mammon pulls you into a swift hug, his arms tightly locking around you. “it sucks to feel that way, doesn’t it?” he asks, and your eyes burn as you nod into his shoulder. “i’m sorry you have to deal with this. i can totally help ya on anything you need, and i’m always here for you, got that?” he rubs small circles into your back, the action more soothing than he could ever know. “let’s just take it easy for a few days. nothing needs to be done immediately, and i know you feel like you constantly have to be the best, but you’re the best when you’re not feeling like this. ya shouldn’t sacrifice your health for somethin’ like this.” your voice had been small when you were talking and he wants to quell any insecurity you may have about telling him.

➳ levi knows the feeling well, but he never could have guessed you were familiar with it. you always seemed so ready for anything, so excited to undertake new tasks and chores. he wonders now how much of it was an act. “i’m sorry you’re feeling like this, mc,” he says, earnestly looking into your eyes. “i’m no stranger to the feeling, and i know how draining it is. if you want to get away form all of that, you’re always welcome here. i’ve got no expectations for you, so if you want to come in here and just be, please do. we don’t even have to talk or anything.” you’ve calmed him down countless times, and he really wants to be able to return the feeling.

➳ satan grimaces. he’s always liked work, loved to bury himself in it, but even he can get exhausted. he supposes it’s no surprise you’re feeling this way- for too long you’d been pushing past your own limits to keep up with them, even though it wasn’t healthy. he’d noticed, of course, but with so many things moving through his head at once the thought was easily forgotten, pushed off to the side for something more immediate. he feels terrible for that now. could he have prevented you from feeling like this? “it truly saddens me you’re dealing with this,” he says softly. “i’d be more than willing to help you with your work and tasks. please, let me help you.”

➳ asmo gasps. you’d always seemed so cheerful and put together, capable of dealing with anything that had come your way! but to hear that for so long things had been building up without his knowledge… it feels terrible. he wishes you had come to him before this, let him help, but he can definitely understand wanting to deal with it alone. “mc, you’ve done so well,” he says, clasping your hands gently. “you definitely deserve a break. let me pamper you, give you the full experience. i think you’ll feel much better.” and even if you don’t want a spa or anything like that, he’s more than willing to come up with other things to help. you should never have to feel overwhelmed and tired like this!

➳ beel is at a loss for words. he hadn’t really considered you hid your emotions from him- you’d always seemed like such an open book. but now, he wondered how much of your true feelings you had hid. shaking his head, he squares his shoulders. now was the time to focus on you, not his own insecurities. “thank you for telling me, i know how hard that must have been.” he’s not the most eloquent, so it takes him a moment to put his thoughts together. “i’m really sorry you’ve been dealing with this and i want to help in any way i can. i think you hold yourself to this really high standard, but mc, it’s okay to ease up on yourself sometimes. i promise everyone here knows how hard you work. you really deserve a break, so please, use this to take one.”

➳ belphie never knew the weight on your shoulders. sure, he knew that you felt the expectations of not only lucifer, but also diavolo and solomon, but he could have never imagined you felt them this keenly. “if you need my help, i can totally give it,” he offers, though he knows how hard it can be for you to accept help from others, “and i know beel would love to assist you as well. you’re probably tired,” he says, referencing the bags under your eyes. “want to take a nap?” that’s what he always does to feel better (or, well, in any situation, but the sentiment still stands). you nod softly and he wastes no time ushering you to his room, where his warm and comforting blankets are waiting.

leviathans-watching's work - please do not repost, copy, or claim as your own

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[sxftkxssxs]

i have a request! how would the courtiers react if they were there when mc broke a leg/how would they act throughout the healing process? -broken leg anon :3

ksdjfldsk I hope ur recovery is going/will go well, dear! And I hope this brings you some happiness <3

The coutiers with a broken leg mc

Volta

she jumps 50 feet in the air no joke

she heard the crack and that so unsettling break of ur leg and

She runs faster than ever to get you actual helps since she’s kinda, not good in the medical field-

She doesn’t know how much she can help with ur recovery-

but she tries!

she actually offers you food?? and everyone looks at her when she does it bc-

She’s never done that with anyone before??

She does check in with you when she remembers to!

hugs <3 (she’s very tiny dont squeeze too hard)

i wouldnt ask her to help you get anywhere since she’s not built for that but she tries to make sure there’s someone to help-

You groaned, pulling yourself to sit up. Immediately you could smell something amazing. You looked over to see a gorgeous plate of food on your bedside table. There was a hurried note beside it, most obviously in volta’s handwriting. (And drool?? on the paper?)

‘I hope this helps you feel better, countess mentioned yesterday was hard for you.

- Volta’

Valerius

you can see the immediate disgust and concern mixed on his face when he hears a crack

takes one look at your leg and almost throws up

mans almost went to vlademar but knew they’d just cut ur leg off most likely

When ur leg is finally not..a mess

he is checking in on you and helping in his own way

he does this by watching ur body language, if ur tense he gets literally everyone to either leave u alone or- not be shitty

no do not ask for any physical help or affection in public <3 he’ll walk away from u

if anyone asks he literally goes into hard denial

he won’t let you drink with him bc well- if you get drunk with a broken leg he’s not responsible for whatever you break next

no he will not help you *putting his arm out to keep you stable*

You gave yourself a slight reminder to thank Valerius later. The halls were quiet, and easy for you to make your way through. Valerius had people clear out certain places that had been way too cluttered for you to move through. Now you didn’t have to take the long routes, thank god. When you got to your seat at the table you saw a little note under your plate.

‘Don’t break anything else, people complain too much when they have to clean.

- Valerius’

Vlastomil

dear god no

he screams so loud when he sees your leg all twisted

everyone in the palace starts running to you bc of his screech

he does stay near you but mostly to see if this will permanently damage you

always describes you as a fragile creature compared to his baby worms

the one who always keeps you balanced with no complaints

probably gifts you a worm based gift (throw it away and he’ll cry)

literally forces you to relax sometimes bc ur getting cranky about not being able to walk properly

do not let him cook for you. that’s portias job and he’ll burn the palace down

appreciate him bc if he’s gone ur stuck with Valerius to keep you balanced

You let out a little huff, giving Vlastomil a soft thank you. He doesn’t respond but appreciates it nonetheless. When he leaves you, there’s a note in your pocket. You didn’t think him to be the one to be sneaky..

‘Humans are such fragile creatures, maybe you’d be even cuter as a worm. For now keep yourself in one piece. I’ll keep working on that work idea..

- Vlastomil’

Vulgora

literally laughs at you when they hear that crack

You have to yell and throw a shoe at them to get them to go get help

they aren’t much help at all in any field of recovery besides physical therapy if you need it

you heard me. physical therapy.

they move all the time, they know if something is way wrong with how youre moving

they’re really harsh with words but they do try to help you move better

how else are they supposed to fight you on fair grounds mf

you’ll actually owe them a lot of thanks for this,

they’re good at helping you get used to walking after you no longer need to be so careful

they wanna see how your fighting styles changed after this </3

You let out a sigh, you knew you’d have hell to pay after asking Vulgora for help but jesus. You didn’t expect them to keep running their mouth the whole time. Ignoring the talking though, you had to be grateful for how patient they were being. When you finally got done with Vulgora, you found a note on your nightstand. Classic all small caps Vulgora handwriting.

‘DONT BREAK ANYTHING ELSE. HELPING YOU TAKES FOREVER AND IM READY TO DUEL AGAIN. LETS HAVE A FIGHT ONCE YOU CAN MOVE PROPERLY!

- VULGORA’

Vlademar

oh no

no actually that’s all they say when your leg breaks-!

they’re super iffy to be around but, what’s the point in just examining your leg??

they actually fix you up and don’t rip you open???

you shouldn’t be surprised, if they were going to examine you they would’ve already done it

“this isn’t a big deal vlademar” “if i don’t have you in perfect condition soon the fools body will get ruined >:((“

it’s mostly about the body but? if they’ve gotten attached to you it’s a lot more than that

basically the mother hen over you out of everyone

also the one who assigned them all the jobs of how to help you

(they’re very disappointed in Valerius 😐)

very content with themselves when you’re all fixed up

You shiver at the coldness of Vlademar’s hands. “Is this really necessary to check Vlademar-?” Their look is immediately shutting you up. “Yes, I’ve got to make sure the fools body and you are fully intact.” Once theyve finally stopped looking all over your leg for any injury left, they let you go. Leaving a note on your desk.

‘Let’s keep you healthy. I wouldn’t want you or the fools body disappearing so soon. I’ll check in again soon.

- Vlademar’

#headcannons #imagine #volta might be a favorite #the arcana valdemar #the arcana valerius #the arcana vlastomil #the arcana vulgora #vulgora #vlastomil #vlademar #the arcana volta #volta #the arcana visual novel #the arcana headcanons #the arcana imagines #the arcana x reader #the arcana #the arcana game

[wyverian-lady525]

oh, wait! hello! same person who asked for #48 with kyle. it could also work the other way around! the rider has gotten popular, especially after the whole Oltura thing, so theyve got their own admirers, and some people are even asking to partner up with them! whichever idea works better for you. hope you have a pleasant day/night!

I think I’m going to try and incorporate a little bit of both!😂Kyle getting all smug about that one girl and the rider retaliating with their admirers.

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#48 “Don’t worry, I’m all yours.”

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Kyle just overheard the strangest thing from this girl when he was at the market. She was talking about a blonde hunter who used a bow; and she seemed pretty into him too. Her sister wanted her to shut up, but Kyle found it endearing.

He had an admirer. 

It made him feel pretty smug at the thought. Screw everyone who thought he was a cold-hearted person, someone sees through that. 

“I would cool it down a bit.” Tsukino said while face-palming as they walked out of the market. Kyle had a smug grin on his face as he made his way into the plaza.

“Why?” He asked while turning to look at her. He seemed pretty pleased with himself.

“In case you’ve forgotten, you already have an admirer.” With that, Tsukino pointed in your direction. You were absent-mindedly fixing your hair as you walked over to your lover.

“Hey Kyle! What’s up?” You asked with a smile.

“Nothing much.” He responded with a smile while shrugging his shoulder. You narrowed your eyes and crossed your arms in suspicion.

“Really?” You asked.

“Actually,” Tsukino cut in with a grin, “a girl has been admiring Kyle in the market.”

Kyle could’ve strangled his palico. He wanted to brag about it, sure, but not to you. Your gaze got less playful and a bit downtrodden. Fiddling with your fingers, you forced a laugh and said, “All good things, right?”

“Of course.” Kyle said with a smile while folding his arms: “Becoming quite the popular guy.”

Tsukino snorted behind him while covering her mouth with her paw. You rolled your eyes and looked away from him. He took a couple steps forward and put his hands on your shoulders.

“Don’t worry, I’m all yours.” He whispered while cupping your face. Before he could kiss you, you swatted his hands away with a smirk.

“Sorry hotshot, but I gotta go. Lilia wants to see me.” You then gave him one last smirk before turning and walking through the crowd. Kyle stood there dumbfounded while Tsukino laughed. The hunter glared at her as he too began to leave.

It was later in the evening when Kyle ventured out into the town again. He was hoping you have cooled down by now, and would accept his affections. His blue eyes scanned the crowd until he caught sight of your h/c hair. Kyle grinned and made his way over to you.

However, he stopped dead in his tracks when caught a group of young hunters surrounding you.

Tsukino began to snicker and said, “Seems like Y/N is the one with the admirers.”

Kyle growled at her and then kept his burning gaze at the group of hunters that weren’t much older than him. They seemed to be asking you a lot of questions, but you didn’t mind. In fact, he saw you make eye-contact with him and smirk.

You knew he was watching. Was this payback?

He waited till they left before marching over.

“What was that?” He asked with a frown.

“What?” You batted your eyes at him with an innocent look. Kyle folded his arms and growled, “You know what.”

“They just wanted to hear about the Oltura fight. They were intrigued.” You said with a shrug. You then fake gasped and said, “Were you jealous?”

He huffed and tried to ignore Tsukino’s snickers from somewhere behind him. With a small smirk, you walked up to Kyle, and grabbed his face in the greeting of the Mahana people. 

After bringing his face close to yours, you whispered, “Don’t worry, I’m all yours.”

#monster hunter stories 2 #monster hunter stories #mhst2 #mhst #kyle #monster hunter stories 2 kyle #kyle x reader #mhst2 kyle #mhst2 kyle x reader

[jenna-jayde-the-renagade]

So my life has gone to shit.. I dont trust anybody anymore, and honest to god I cant help but keep thinking of ways to end it. My mom keeps telling me how to feel about this whole thing, that I should be grateful that i got in finally to see a specialist. Reality is I dont even trust those subhuman animals anymore, and frankly they're gonna have to earn my trust. After 4 fucking years, my life, my future being ruined. My mental health going downhill, all for the second time now. Add on to that, I dont get any meds for the pain so this has pushed me into addiction now for a second time. I've been dehumanized and humiliated, treated with nothing but the utmost disrespect while being stigmatized for being mentally ill, transgender and a recovering addict for most of it. They ignored me for 4 years, my body is damaged, and frankly help just might have came too little too late. I wont just suffer through the next one, the next time this happens I'm gonna end my life, my suffering on my own god damn terms. Atleast I still have control over that..

Fuck the canadian healthcare system. Some days I honestly just want to start selling drugs, and fly to a country where I can just pay to play and get the best care in the god damn world. Cause 4 years now I've been telling them to refer me to a specialist, I've been telling them that it's probably crohns or some other GI issue. They need to do a colonoscopy and a scope to find it, so that's what I would ask for. I would never get it, so i more or less gave up on the healthcare system. They would leave me on the floor thrashing in pain for hours. Treating me like a drug addict in withdrawal when I didnt even have any opioids in my system. I would be lucky if I got an IV for fluids, and even more lucky if they pumped me full of a bunch of over the counter drugs and others that didnt work like gravol, tauridol, buscopan, zofran, and haliperidol. I would tell them each time, that this was the hundredth time they tried gravol, and it doesnt help people when they're screaming in pain. They treat the nausea. Its bullshit because I am in so much pain that its making me nauseous and until they get rid of the pain, the vomiting is just gonna continue. They always treat me like I'm full of shit, and when I turn out to be right and continue puking, thrashing and screaming in pain, they just get angry at the fact they were wrong. Our doctors and nurses are a bunch of sociopathic, apathetic adult children who in my experience take pleasure in watching you suffer. The worse I get the more they smile. They are so stupid, blind almost because if their stupid fucking machine says I'm ok then I guess it's all in my head. They only think that theres nothing wrong with me because theyve only ever done a blood test or an xray. Never ever once have they done a single test that would have found the issue, crohns cant be found just on a blood test. The emergency room doctors think it can be, my family doctor and everybody else I've talked to says otherwise.

On January 1st I was having another flare up, and they shoved me in the psych observation room because they genuinely didnt want to deal with me. They ignore me, and I keep going in because I want help. I dont want to end up relapsing again cause I cant take the god damn pain! But nope, I get treated like a crazy person now.. they did it against my will. And they even tried to take my phone and my keys. I was puking constantly, I needed water to keep hydrated and they left me for 4 hours, locked in, no meds, no help or nothing. So I just cracked.. I had nothing to barf in, to wipe my nose with, or to wipe the cold sweat off me. So I puked in every corner of that room, I puked beside the bed especially because a mop wouldnt fit in there. I pissed in the corner, I would hack up some phlegm and spit it all over the floors and walls, I blew snot rockets on every surface too! After a while some nurse came in and gave me a barf bag. I threw it on the floor and just continued to puke over every hard surface in the place. I was puking every 5 seconds I swear, and the doctor finally came in at 3 hours and 15 minutes. At 3.5 hrs they give me two pills. I straight up tell them there is no point in even taking them. I couldnt even keep water down and these people are stupid enough to make me take pills? Come on. You need to hold it in for atleast an hour to see even the most minimal affects. I was puking every 5 seconds, to the point that I puked before I took the pills, and I puked them out the moment after I swallowed. They had given me a fucking gravol tab, and some Ativan, the latter of which I couldnt even hold under my tongue long enough. I barfed it onto the floor when it was half dissolved. They come back with this clear liquid shit in a shot glass. I swallowed it right after I puked. The liquid burned my insides, and i puked that shit out even quicker. I asked them to give me IV medications for that exact reason, I always ask for IV medications cause its literally a waste of your time and mine to just pump me full of pills when I can't keep them down and they hurt my tummy as they dissolve. They tell me to just "breathe deeply and relax" and to "just try jayden, you gotta try", so then I try, and when they end up being wrong, and I can't take shit. They end up saying that I'm manipulating, that I'm drug seeking or I'm not trying hard enough to make it work. Absolute bullshit, over the course of 4 years I have quite literally told them what to do. I have multiple family members with this disease, and my grandmother was ignored like this too. She told me to ask them for a colonoscopy and a scope, and to ask them to treat the pain, not the nausea cause the pain literally causes the nausea. The sooner the pain is gone the sooner I can be normal and tell them what's going on. Instead I'm left to suffer in the worst pain a human being can feel. I get treated like shit and told it's all in my head. I gave up on getting a diagnosis in year two. I just want to shoot dope whenever the pain comes. Dope atleast takes it away, after all they would be giving me some of the strongest shit they have at the hospital if I was some boomer with a sprained ankle. It would take the pain away. Thats for sure. Being a mentally ill, drug using, autistic tranny they just see that. I get nothing. No help, no answers, not even some relief when my screaming can be heard far and wide.

I want to die right now, and I keep trying to think of a painless way to do it.. buying $400 worth of street fentanyl and slipping into a nice, peaceful opioid coma seems like a wonderful idea right now.. that would end the fucking suffering atleast..

I wont be wearing a colostomy bag. Colostomy bags arent sexy, they are fucking disgusting and you cant just be body positive when you have a fucking bag full of your own shit hanging off you, and your only way of having penetrative sex sewed up permanently and taken away from me. Not like I could even be a decent fuck for anybody at this point anyways. Its painful to shit, let alone anything else. I dont want to give up food either. I love food, food is literally my life and the only way I have to bond with certain people! Like my family for example. Nothing makes me just want to slip.into that coma more then the worry of the future.

Will I be sitting at a family gathering eating bland gluten free, dairy free, all organic 100% vegan fair trade horse shit on a plate while my family actually gets to enjoy the food I used to be able to eat? Moms spaghetti, grandmas meat pies, the baked goods, fresh tomatoes out of my garden and others. A good fucking steak even? Cause honestly a birthday isnt a birthday if I dont have my birthday meal.

I know for a fact my body is damaged from 4 years of suffering. I used to bounce back, now it takes the wind out of my sails for a month.

Needless to say, I just want to fucking die more then anything else. Positivity and anything I love is gone, and all that I have left is knowing that Alberta health services, coast mountain health services, providence health services, and interior health services have all fucked me in the biggest way humanely possible. So thankful for free fucking healthcare!!

You get what you bloody well pay for!!

#thisiswhattranslookslike #girlslikeus #transgender #mtf #trans #transition #hrt #transgender girl #transformation #chronic illness #chronic pain #chronically sick #crohns disease

[satan-jr]

here's some fun facts about how similar our current times are to nazi germany (written by a history journalist that does actual research):

- zyklon b was the gas used back then. now we have a new gas (hdq neutral) that's not as lethal, but can be in the quantities they're spraying (up to 50 times a day)

- zyklon b effects: boils, blisters, burns, rashes, there have been survivors or people about to die that described it the same as a heart attack since oxygen is being cut off. hdq neutral effects: boils, blisters, burns, rashes, suffocation.

- while we're on that, let's bring up how zyklon b was originally used as a pesticide to get rid of unwanted rats and bugs on ships. nobody was allowed in the room when in use, but with hdq neutral they spray it on their belongings and choke out rooms using it. they claim hdq neutral is used for covid-19 prevention, but seeing as history repeats itself and theres always been hate on immigrants... thats uh. not at all how it is

- oh yeah dont forget adolf hitler hated immigrants too and anyone that wasnt normal in his books DESPITE BEING AN IMMIGRANT HIMSELF. he was born in austria, moved to germany

- even to this day, we have immigrants/poc being persecuted, antisemitic hate crimes, and lgbt-phobia. wanna know what inspired hitler to hate all of this? the bible. he used the dethroning of jews from being cast away as "the chosen ones" as a solid reason that their blood could never make them a true german citizen. trump waves the bible around claiming to follow it to the dot while not even being able to hold it correctly.

- bringing that up ("their blood could never make them a true german citizen"), american citizens to this day believe that the roots immigrants stem from could never make them a loyal patriot EVEN THOUGH THEYRE COMING HERE TO ESCAPE FROM WAR AND VIOLENCE (just as immigrants from austria to germany did)

- hitler blamed the jews for everything wrong in the world. he compared them to germs, scum. just as the usa is doing to their immigrants

- AND DONT FORGET THIS, the usa has always used internment camps. look up heart mountain in wyoming. first it was japanese-americans being captured because they were claimed to have been spies after pearl harbor. we never got rid of these camps. if anything, theyve been improved and renewed

- every. last. problem. is pinned on immigrants. less jobs? immigrants. women being attacked? immigrants. wanna know who else did this? hitler. he compared jews, lgbt, romani, even his own people in austria to scum and said they were the cause of germany's decline

- about 1920 was when hitler first started thinking of these ideas to the point he could influence others. it wasnt until 1933 that he acted out on it and started killing millions. in the usa this has always been a slow fight. it took 13 years for hitler to finally get the power to kill people who opposed his ideas. who knows how long trump has been thinking of these himself? OH I KNOW - he's been attacking women (girls actually) since his 30s along with epstein. at one point they even fought over who got to take a child's virginity. you probably wont find much info on this, seeing as its "defamation" against the president and its been taken down

i have a lot more facts too. i used to be told "you dont need to know so much about ww2, its in the past, you wont ever need this." guess what? nazis are still around. hate, violence, murder, rape. its all still around. we either learn from our past so we dont repeat it or we struggle and lose more. its your choice to spread this or keep the majority ignorant. i'm not going to bother putting a tw on this either. i've hidden behind those all my life and it only made me ignorant. you should be scared of whats going on. you should be terrified, actually. now harness that fear and use it against the oppressors.

#ww2 #wwii #world war 2 #usa #america #trump #donald trump #internment camps #ICE #concentration camps #zyklon b #hdq neutral #acab #nazi #antisemitic #epstein

[ladyfl4me]

And at some point, the war is over.

Duck’s a bit too aware of endings and beginnings - more aware than any person has a right to be. The war was over. Sylvain and Earth were saved, and things went as back to normal as they possibly could. But there were times when he would wake up in the middle of the night and look at the stars, feeling tugged towards them as if by an invisible string. As if something was on the end, trying to get his attention. Calling for help.

A couple months later, he reads the newspaper and sees a little blurb in the “Nation and World” section. NASA’s found a couple of planets that are exact duplicates of each other - nearly identical twin-star systems, the same mass, the same composition, the same rotation speed and orbital distance.

These worlds are millions of light years apart.

Duck puts the newspaper down on the table. “Well,” he sighs, staring down at the paper. “Fuck.”

That tugging in his chest - tugging him somewhere beyond the stars, to someone unknown on the other end - turns into a full-on yank. He makes a phone call.

See, fighting a war tends to give you a bit of material to slap on your cosmic resume. You have a bit more experience in the world, that others might not. you know things. You sense things. When the shadows move, you’re on guard; when the wind changes, you angle your body into it and hope that nothing’s following you downwind. War changes you, no matter where it’s fought: the battlefields of a distant land, or the forests of West Virginia.

Duck knows things.

And he knows that tug has been calling to him for a reason.

---

“You want to do what?”

---

“You want to build what?”

---

“You need help making what?!”

---

On a distant planet, someone sees a figure appear to them in a blinding flash of blue light.

”Hey, uh... sorry if this is a bad time,” says a voice from inside the light. “I - I get it if you don’t wanna listen to me, and if you wanna turn right around and ignore me, that’s alright, but... The name’s Duck Newton. It’s a nickname. And, uh... you’ve been chosen.”

And on a distant planet, that very same someone collapses to the ground in a dead faint.

“That went well,” a disembodied voice says in the background.

“Shut up, Aubrey.”

---

Some things never change. There must be billions of worlds out there who have the same phenomenon that bound Earth to Sylvain, and Miralaviniax 5 to its doomed sister planet. And Duck knows that somehow, he had been chosen for more than one thing; that never stopped. You were marked to the very end.

He’d wondered why Minerva had been alone, teaching him - that is, until he realized just how much she’d lost in her war. She’d gotten the short end of the stick, in all the worst ways. And Duck, to be honest, hadn’t been as well-prepared for war as he thought he’d be.

But this time - when it is his turn to pass on his skills and sword - he has more people in his corner.

This new world’s chosen one is not alone in their fight, and that is definitely for the best. The machine that Duck and the others built was like Minerva’s, but more advanced; everyone could see it, not just the Chosen, and everyone on his end could participate. 

And they do. Ned shares tips and tricks for stealth. Aubrey teaches magic, as best she can from a distance. A few of the chosen one’s friends have clairvoyance, and Indrid teaches them how to sort through visions and prioritize the futures they see. After a while, the Chosen and their friends band together to form an organization - much like the Pine Guard, to be honest - to fight against their collapsing sister world. Things are going well.

Things are going too well.

---

But then, just when peace seems to settle over this world - just when it seems like Duck and the Pine Guard might have helped, that their hard-earned knowledge wasn't for nothing - a blinding light falls from the sky. 

Nobody from Earth knows what to do with this; they've never seen something like this before, nothing so powerful and nothing so... pure. It fascinates them. And it fascinates this world they’ve been trying to help, too. Such raw power drives them nearly mad with possibility.

For a long while, things are put on hold. But the call's never picked up. The line goes silent. 

Duck stands in the machine they built, staring desperately into the void where the Chosen and their friends appear, while Indrid whacks the computers and curses, and Aubrey fiddles with the power cords, and nothing happens, nothing happens.

It’s as if that world was consumed. Wiped off the cosmic map.

Not all exits are created equal. Not all worlds burn the same way. 

Darkness surges across the forests of Kepler, West Virginia; the ground shakes, and black ichor drips from the shattered sky. Duck Newton can only hope that the organization he helped found from a distance - first to fight interplanetary invasions from the other world's sister planet, and then to turn their eyes to the stars - will survive this. 

He hopes the IPRE will endure.

#hi i have one brain cell and i use it specifically for really niche aus #taz amnesty #taz balance #the adventure zone amnesty #the adventure zone balance #taz #duck newton #aubrey little #ned chicane #indrid cold #ipre #long post

[theskyexists]

she-ra 4

the reason i stopped watching she-ra is the same reason i stopped watching the dragon prince.

the narrative doesn’t take the situation seriously. instead of leaning into the anguish of war and violence (atla, teen titans) - they make light of it. EVEN when the characters’ guardians are KILLED!!

when Angella died and they spent 2 seconds on Glimmer’s grief at the end of season 3 i was like......actually fuck this. HOW can i take any of these stakes seriously when they insist on brushing them off???

anyway just had to complain about that - especially because the start of the first ep of 4 is them joking AGAIN about something as grim as Glimmer now carrying all the responsibilities of her mother - who may i remind you IS DEAD

but catradora became canon apparently so now i have to struggle through

her aunt, her mother’s sister, is fuckin, joking about cakes, her friends are laughing at the joke. COME ON! how goddamn unrealistic and insensitive. EVEN if they wanna make a point of it - it’s silly! because the narrative PARTICIPATES in making light of the situation. if it was just the characters it would be less jarring

‘we’ll make sure this day is perfect’  WHAT? how could it EVER BE IF HER MOTHER IS FUCKING DEAD????????? AND THAT”S THE ONLY REASON SHE’S QUEEN????? ‘must be hard’ YEAH IT’S HARD - IN FACT IMPOSSIBLE. instead of pretending to be happy maybe you can show some genuine sensitivity. these people are so crazily emotionally underdeveloped my god. what age are they supposed to be? 16? 17? The problem that She-ra has (just like the dragon prince) is that there are no relevant adults. Oh sure there’s a Queen, and some Soldiers, and a Sorceress. But there isn’t a single relevant competent adult around who is concerned with running a bureaucracy or the emotional stability of children

I do like how Catra has overcome her fear of Hordak. but i think i remember being fuckin furious at her for almost destroying the whole world and hurting Scorpia and betraying Entrapta just to spite Adora. vaguely.

the rebellions problem is that they’re all extremely stupid himbos. like literally, in the whole story, only catra and shadowweaver have any smarts, while glimmer gains the ability to think during full moons on wednesdays. meanwhile everybodys is a slave to their emotions - which destroys any brain cells that shadowweaver or catra (or angella or anyone) might have managed. they could literally have killed hordak the entire time but just let him order them around because they’re so hot for acknowledgement

I’m glad Glimmer reflects my frustrations now hahahahaah

‘everyone is already acting like she doesn’t matter’  - yeah dudes, you fucking insensitive bastards

‘im supposed to take care of you glimmer’ - but unfortunately i have the emotional intelligence of a crab! FUCK!

this is another thing about this show that makes me groan. sappy quick resolutions of emotional turmoil through re-affirming the fuckin power of friendship in the first episode of the season.

also couldn’t Adora have done this she-ra stuff from the very beginning

that was badass.....miss glimmer’s other hair though. ok the emotions at that hologram and statue though...

the coolest part of she-ra for me is finding out more how the ancient systems all fit into Etheria and the She-Ras and Hordak Prime etc.

THIS IS A GOOD SPEECH. love this badass.

love Hordak getting put in his place. Love Catra realising she has power - love Hordak reaping what he sows. its unfortunate that she’s a shitty brat who JUST can’t get over her inferiority complex

if i could endlessly teleport i would do what glimmer does

also, glimmer was willing to fuckin murder catra before and she DEFINITELY will be now lol. love that for her.

why did they only introduce adora learning to transform her sword NOW ahahaha, theyve had SO MANY SCENES in which she doesnt have it and then suddenly does - and then its gone again

scorpia is the funniest and most likeable person in the whole show

they really suddenly can’t take five people on with she ra and fuckin huntara on their side??

i remember that little sadistic righteous twist in my stomach when Adora finally was like: FUCK!!!!!! YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!! Catra!!!!!!! and the stupid idiot got it

FINALLY A GLANCE AT THE PEOPLE OF ETHERIA AGAIN! i love the party sequences in this!!! the people of etheria are so beautiful! nobody ever comments on the main characters all looking plain human in contrast....

‘and i fell for it!’  yeah cos you DUMB AS BRICKS ADORA

so first they quietly take out the guards....and then literally break open the door hahaahahahahaaha

‘we forgot the bots regenerate’ - yeah cos you DUMB AS BRICKS ADORA

i just dont understand why they insist on making the main characters so DUMB ahahahahaah

Adora and Catra are great at hitting where it hurts. the difference between them is that Catra KNOWS that she’s hurting Adora - she does it deliberately.

wow that could be some pretty angsty stuff constantly leaving her to struggle on the floor while painfully electrocuted. Catra has also moved to kill Adora straight up so many times. im sure she really wants to (but it would destroy her later). But now, Adora swept something at Catra that might have actually killed her. I get Catra though, I would’t want to get beaten by some blonde, blue-eyed, glowing golden kid who always gets to win and do better. this is truly the first time Adora has moved to kill Catra......

does flatterina not have parents who’d be like: uhhhhh maybe leave the soldiering for a couple more years?

catra truly burning all her bridges. hahaha. it’s so satisfying to see her use her anger and power to truly destroy herself - because of guilt!

no other villagers were like - HMMMMMMM this random new kid is here? weird..... i didnt see that coming either.

Adora doesn’t think about what Catra might have even been doing there - cos she’s DUMB AS BRICKS

the interesting thing about this show is that they’re setting up a dichotomy. they’re treating war like a high-stakes game because they have the good side adhere to an aesthetic of ....magic. they will not make the two sides equivalent in any way - which makes questions of morality moot. the show is purely an emotional drama. the horde is an army of brainwashed kids in an industrial wasteland - they fight with tech and guns. but the good guys cannot fight with an army or tech, they fight with cleverness and magic. they’re called the ‘rebellion’ - they HAVE to be underdogs because they have to follow the script of good - even though what’s really going on is war, not a rebellion. That’s why they have a single strike team that do ‘missions’. They are presented as FUNDAMENTALLY different - on the level of identity which they cannot change lest they destroy themselves - and in that way the good guys can never become the bad guys. it is ALMOST meta. think they’re gonna do something with that at one point. i hope

also Netossa has such a super cool design.

‘everyone knows you’re needed in bright moon’ - uh. really? i dont know. some random person i’ve never seen before demands you go to meetings. so? is that important? why?

spinerella can literally FLY???????? why has she been in the background this whole time??? hahahaha military inefficiency.

there was an explosion that ripped trees apart - but bo’s alive!! honesty why didn’t they try explosive suicide bots before. they’re very lucky he was still alive to heal

‘could they be tracking she-ra?’ WHAT? isn’t the obvious suggestion - A SPY???? they just assume that the general is right hahahahaa.

i love how double trouble is so meta.

actually, why wasn’t glimmer trained as a sorcerer anyway?

glimmer is upset about her growing magic plants but not her having magic ingredients

why do they present good strategic thinking (for once) as evil influence from shadowweaver

what a fuckin badass. honestly - glad that this show finally utilised glimmer’s extremely op powers like they should be. honestly, she’s much more powerful than She-Ra.

that bit with spinerella was so contrived jfc.

‘by using me as a decoy’ adora says, pissed off. uhhhh YOU went off on your own to get smushed by fuckin bots adora. Glimmer didn’t do that to you. she just used your stupidity.

glimmer really left catra to die. hahahahaa

i like adora best when she’s on her own and being a dork

they definitely managed to foreshadow that Light Hope was evil but im glad they picked up the thread now

am i seeing this wrong or did scorpia have two mums??? but also. where the fuck are they

lolololololol because everybodys dumb as bricks and emotionally volatile they’re incredibly easy to manipulate

‘i cant risk hitting flatterina’ pffft - ALL YOUR ARROWS ARE NON-LETHAL BO. ugh i cant deal with these contrived stakes

I LOVE THIS BADASS EFFICIENT HARDCORE GLIMMER

they’re really gonna spin it like this is a bad development? fuck off. finally some grit.

‘you took things way too far’ - but she got results! dumb as bricks adora

(this may seem harsh but adora is DUMB shes so fucking DUMB!!!! and she has many good qualities (such as an almost innate sense of morality) but goddamn. i guess its good to sometimes have a show about all around dumb characters. i mean, it’s not unrealistic per se, it’s just.....weird.)

the interesting thing about these characters is that you can SEE every single one of them struggling with cognitive dissonance. thats the big story of this show. they see the world a certain way - and then when something challenges that, they fight to the death to destroy or deny or ignore that new information - to everybody’s detriment. and they can’t back down because every step they’ve taken - would turn to sins they can’t live with. it’s interesting and its also a kind of conflict that‘s frustrating if not resolved at SOME point. thats why i love this season for its characters going off the rails. adora aiming to kill catra, catra destroying her last relationships, glimmer growing more and more militant.

they’re all acting like teens - that  is - highly volatile - unable to keep from provoking others or be provoked - but they ARE teens.

‘catra doesn’t care. she’ll hurt people to get her way (implied: EVEN people on her side)’ - we must remember that Scorpia was entirely fine with KILLING the trio (it was Catra that wasn’t at the time).

‘you’re a bad friend’ OH OUCH. Catra - who’s always been treated as a whipping girl by those in power - does the same to those she is in power over. But on some level she doesn’t WANT to be that. she’s just always always been rejected and take advantage of and lashed out at and abandoned by the people she considered important (shadowweaver ---- doing the same to catra that was done to her is so goddamn....it’s the story of this show. the simplicity and banality of damaging and hurting others and that carrying over to harm even more people - is the story of this show and it’s immeasurably frustrating and REALISTIC)

she still flinches at Hordak’s lashing out. but she imprints on him the exact lesson she���s trying to school herself in. If you don’t need anybody - you don’t want anyone - if nobody matters but the mission and winning - then you can’t be hurt. she wants to prove her worth - but she doesn’t realise that inherently means that she’s putting somebody in power over her - again and again and again.

mermista coming  in clutch with the braincells: there’s a spy! I love how this is played as completely implausible and just Mermista nonsense (who i love learning about) - while it’s so obviously true/

i actually love Adora when she’s being serious and heroic, or a huge dork. and she has the wit to RECOGNISE good ideas. but i just don’t understand why Adora is being big b about being used as a distraction. like....why?

i love that the underside of Mermista’s sneaker has a figure. but why the fuck is a common soldier with them (flatterina) and do they really think they can interrogate the whole castle filled with some shitty guards and...what - the guerilla troops they sometimes employ? where do they even live? ah in a tent city. ok

why is the GENERAL in front line combat WITHOUT SOLDIERS???? oh wait. glimmer did that too when she was general. lolololol

i understand why Adora doesn’t trust Shadowweaver and doesn’t want her around most of all - and Glimmer getting buddy buddy with her is hurtful. but...it’s not helpful to needle glimmer about it. but dismissing the guards around shadowweaver however? stupid of Glimmer. unnecessary. ‘what has she done but help us?’ - uhhhh she kidnapped you, corrupted your powers, almost wiped Adora’s mind. I wish Adora had summed up those things instead of leaving them implied.

so perfuma and mermista come across inconsistencies in the stories - but then. forget about it? i just...... UGGHGHGHGHGHGHGH. people really aren’t this dumb are they? they’re just NOT.

‘no more secrets and doing things without us’ - that was a good speech. but like, glimmer is right - she’s surrounded by INCOMPETENT IDIOTS lolololol. but good leadership is corralling idiots, Glimmer. not going off on your own. but she’s already planted the bait about the dining room.

‘we were the only ones who knew about the plan to take back dril’ ---- THEN WHY DID YOU INTERROGATE OTHER PEOPLE AHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHA

‘stop questioning my choices, stop whining about being a decoy’ YEAH FUCKIN HELL ADORA STOP BEING SUCH A FUCKING SHIT. IS THIS REALLY ‘TAKING CARE OF GLIMMER’????

‘all you do is question my authority, it’s exhausting.’ yeah god...it really is. adora needs to fucking BACK! OFF! but im loving these fights because it brings out the grievances. Adora is right to be worried about Glimmer no longer including her in her decisions. and she makes a good point that that’s bad. She makes a good point that Shadowweaver cannot be trusted. And Glimmer makes zero good points - except that it’s been hard for her and has garnered 0.1% understanding from the people around her. Oh they were working together. BUT those were definitely real grievances.

GLIMMER CAN ALREADY DO A CONTAINMENT SPELL LIKE THAT??? godDAMN. castapella completely flunked her responsibilities to Glimmer but shadowweaver did NOT.

hmmm so Solinius was....destroyed. but like, did the people die? like....the people? that’s the important bit isn’t it? i mean, they were under the sea right?

i suppose the problem i also have is that this show will NOT hurry up. normally i love filler stuff but ...the characters are too.....cheery. too flat. their quirks are fun and funny until they’re literally character flaws.

are the horde just literally attacking civilians? jezus. the war crimes. how did shadowweaver ever expect to trick Adora when she was released into the field?

‘you can’t just keep going off on your own!’ - SHE LITERALLY SAVED THE WHOLE FUCKING TOWN. SHE’S THE QUEEN! EVERYBODY SHOULD LISTEN TO HER! lolololol

the problem with Adora’s points is that everything about their dynamics are always so nebulous. why cant glimmer keep showing up to help out? WHY??? she’s the most capable fucking soldier in the field! she’s supposed to have full fucking authority! like, Adora isn’t in the right here. the problem is that her needling is only a symptom of her worries - which is that Glimmer doesn’t trust her any more. but the needling does NOTHING but make her seem like an idiot

i do love this trope reversal here - Seahawk deliberately damselling them to let the princesses save the boys? pffft

love catra getting the consequences for her actions regarding Scorpia. You can’t keep lashing out at people and expect them to stay my dear cat.....

oooohhh Glimmer.... you’re treading close to very hurtful territory. Blaming Adora for the Rebellion failing? for things she couldn’t do anything about? stupid.

really?? you’re really gonna fucking fight-resolution BLOCK ME? are you FUCKING kidding me? edging me for the whole GODDAMN SEASON??? and finally Adora cries at Glimmer going over the line????  fuckin I HATE the narrative decisions in this stupid show I FUCKING HATE THEM FUCK THESE WRITERS GOD FUKCING DAMMIT!!! this has been the whole GODDAMN SHOW!!!!!! ARGHGHGHGHGHGH

i’ve been waiting for a fucking resolution for Adora and Catra the whole! goddamn! SHOW! NOTHING! else matters! you do the exact same for glimmer and adora and now you let it fester again??? because of some no-stakes BULLSHIT? just give me the fucking godddamn PAYOFF for watching these kids be IDIOTS.

this fight on the boat is COOL and really wonderfully animated

really? Glimmer’s response to Adora being hurt and not wanting to be TOUCHED is to be angry herself? what a fucking IDIOT. god i can’t stand this. I CAN’T STAND IT

is this how people act? do they never take a moment to breathe and think and reflect and realise their priorities and take a step back and fucking apologise?

jezus FUCKING! CHRIST!

‘no matter what glimmer thinks of me’ oh that HURTED. oh damn. that’s so relatable. it’s a way to run, it’s a way to internalise the hurt and then prove the things that hurt wrong. the one that hurt you

I know Bo is supposed to be the emotionally intelligent one but he’s also too soft. He should go up to his friends individually and ask them the sharp questions. not - ‘communicate more positively’.

I just like Adora so much better when she’s alone. Her friendships’ positive moments are always so sappy or so....like over-exaggerated, the negative moments always so fucking annoying. Alone, Adora is generally driven, tragic, and cool. the problem is perhaps that i don’t care for the constant fucking drama

god i LOVE Mara so much - she’s so beautiful. and i LOVE learning more about the Old Ones. So they were trying to study Ehteria’s magic.... but then Bright Moon and the princesses were already here. The Magic-Like systems of the Old Ones are pure tech.

wow! even Mara’s transformation is way cooler.

so why was the first one’s tech (she ra) responsive to the magic? why does Raz know about She-Ra? when she ra is first ones tech????

WAIT ONE SECOND. She-Ra is ‘magic’ ??? it’s the SWORD that’s the first one’s tech! She-Ra is Etheria’s magic ! but how if the First Ones chose Mara. Did they steal She-Ra from Etheria?

so what im getting is that. the Old Ones colonised Etheria. Etheria has magic, and when Mara was chosen they made that girl an elite soldier - giving her a first one’s tech sword so she could ‘control’ Etheria’s magic. Then Mara was told to study the magic of Etheria - the ship implying that she’d not been on the planet before. then they created a Heart of Etheria project - which will probably turn the magic into a weapon. this was going to be used against Hordak Prime, im sure. I mean, Mara saved Etheria, but she did doom the rest of the universe to...extinction.... like, judging from Hordak’s strategy, Hordak Prime just literally exterminates planets and repopulates them with his clones....

But why would the planet choose a girl from amongst the colonisers - twice?

OOOHHH that anguished scream. i love anguished screams

why dont they put fucking safety belts in these ships. it’s not like the ship didn’t survive. only Mara got splatted (i guess)

also i love Mara. but damn Adora just got some more shit on her plate. why the fuck was she pushed through a portal again? for a She-Ra chain reaction?

I love madame Raz.

So they didn’t explicitly use it against Hordak Prime. and it wouldn’t have destroyed Etheria back then but it will now...

guh this showmakes it so hard to enjoy catra’s pain.

well they did finally have a good talk about it. I have to say, Glimmer is making good strategic sense - it’s just that this show only rewards harebrained schemes

Catra having a crazy panic attack cos she can’t find Scorpia and she’s completely lost and she knows its her fault. kinda love that for her. my heart

my dear Glimmer, theres a difference between absence of trust and absence of agreement.

they’re bringing king micah back just when angella is dead? oh fuckin lol

the horde....exiled micah? they exiled Micah instead of killing him???

why do they ALWAYS interrupt important conversations? i hate that shit. it’s cheap. it’s unsatisfying.

now THIS is what im here for - that unstoppable WILL!! john gonzalez is right - we watch stories for characters overcomign obstacles. writing, is creating the obstacle course. .....what does that say about me and my life....hmmm.

‘light hope told me everything i need to know’ - uhhh no she didn’t. she didn’t tell you how to harness the energy at all. ugh

how the fuck did double trouble escape. seems to me that they didn’t actually. they were let go....

it’s always so stupid when people try to tell other people: oh no you’ve got no plan - this is too risky! when that’s NEVER a problem

Glimmer is going to activate the weapon just in time for Hordak Prime to use it. And naturally she misses the return of her dad. fuck this

they’re gonna have Hordak and Catra fight? hmm

Double Trouble is right - this IS good for her - and it IS Catra - except for Shadowweaver’s case - she was an abusive bitch

I love Scorpia’s new cool fight music and also glowy eyes

is glimmer going to throw herself into lava??

the unfortunate thing is that Hordak Prime is right on the doorstep and he took over the whole universe or whatever. so they could probably have used that weapon. i mean the Old Ones must have seen something coming. there must be a reason they’re all GONE maybe????

why did Adora assume that all those stars would be destroyed?

THE ANIMATION ON THAT FINAL STUFF WAS INCREDIBLE AND EPIC

how the fukc are they going to beat Horde Prime lolololol.

i guess Glimmer really shouldn’t have done that. but at least she was in time to bond with Catra.

#my stuff #vidi #she ra

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

Time Around Scars Part 2

Warnings: Angst, Tae being a bit of a dick, alcohol as a coping mechanism

Word Count: 1,785

It had been a week since Taehyung had seen you at the quad, drunk and pathetic, and he'd gone to spend a few days with his sister to get his mind off things.

He knew he wouldn't drink as much there, would have less time to stalk you on social media, panicked every time he got a notification from you, worried it would be a cute selfie of you and your new boyfriend.

So far, you hadn't indicated you were in a relationship, despite what you'd told him. The thought made his stomach roll, that you'd replaced him already, that you might be cuddled in another man's bed while Taehyung last awake, thinking about what went wrong and how he might fix it.

He half hoped that you'd been lying when you said you had moved on.

He arrived back on campus the night of his good friend Min Yoongi's graduation party, and he mentally reminded himself to drink no more than two beers. He'd been feeling better after spending some time away, his head clearer.

He wasn't sure if he was excited or anxious to see that you'd accepted Yoongi's invite on Facebook.

He'd dressed up, too, felt more like himself in a Gucci leather jacket with gold leaves appliqued on the shoulders, a black tshirt and jeans.

Taehyung walked into Yoongi's apartment with confidence and only a bit of anxiety. After all, if you did show up, maybe he'd be able to charm you a little.

He met Namjoon at the door, and his friend's eyes widened at the sight of him.

"Oh shit, Tae- I thought you were still with your noona?"

Taehyung smiled, shaking his head and looking around. Trying to appear casual, he asked Namjoon if you were there.

Namjoon hesitated for a moment, but Taehyung didn't think of being suspicious. He was too busy scanning the small crowd for you.

"Y-yeah. I think she's out on the balcony."

Taehyung barely noticed Namjoon biting his lip or his hand on his arm in a weak attempt to stop him.

He stopped by the keg for a beer to calm his nerves before he headed toward the back of the house.

His mood brightened further when he saw you through the sliding glass door, dressed in a simple, formfitting sundress and stilettos, facing the view with your elbows resting on the railing.

Red Solo cup in hand, he had his hand on the door about to slide it open when his greeting died in his throat.

You had turned to talk to Jimin, laughing at something he'd said, and a tall, dark haired man stepped behind you, sliding an arm around your waist casually.

You leaned backward to give him access to hug you, resting the back of your head on his shoulder, looking comfortable there, and Taehyung felt something pull in his chest, as if something were breaking inside him.

He felt as if he had been punched in the stomach, had the wind knocked out of him. His vision blurred with sudden tears, and from far away he heard someone calling his name.

He looked up and realized he'd crushed the cup of beer in his hand, foam all over his Gucci jacket.

Jungkook's was standing next to him, looking alarmed. "Tae, your jacket!"

Taehyung couldn't help but chuckle, blinking away the tears in his eyes. That would've been something he might have thrown a fit about a few months ago, spilling beer on an expensive jacket, but the blow to his wallet had nothing on how he felt watching you leaned up to kiss the tall man, looking as if it were as natural as breathing to do so.

There's a bitter taste in his mouth as Taehyung tears his eyes away.

A wild smile crosses his face. He claps Jungkook on the shoulder. "Need something stronger than this anyway, pal."

Jungkook had finally realized you were outside and not alone, and his eyes widened.

Taehyung shrugged. "I'm sure I can find someone to drink with me, Kook. Don't worry so much. I'm fine."

Jungkook looked at him warily. "Are you sure? Last week-"

"Last week I got too drunk and maudlin. Remember that time you drunk dialed your first girlfriend when we were at Spring Break?"

Jungkook flushed at the memory, and the distraction allowed him to make his way into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of whiskey with a splash of coke.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow at him, but Taehyung ignored him, raising his glass to toast Yoongi.

"Congrats, hyung!"

Yoongi obliged the toast but kept his eyebrow raised. "She's here, huh?'

Taehyung kept a fake smile plastered on his face. "Yup."

"New boyfriend, too?"

Taeyhyung's smile faded. "Yup," he said, drinking a long swig of his drink, wincing a little at the burn in his throat.

Yoongi clapped him on the shoulder and Taehyung looked down at his whiskey, tears threatening again. Yoongi had been there after the breakup.

Yoongi and Taehyung had roomed together freshman year, in a tiny apartment. Taehyung had answered an ad on Craigslist, and they'd become fast friends, both Music majors. Yoongi ironically had introduced you to Taehyung at a house party, so he'd been there for the beginning and end.

The night of the breakup, you'd left and Taehyung didn't stop you. When he'd gone to the sink for a glass of water, shellshocked, he'd seen your pink skull coffee mug, freshly cleaned and sitting by the sink, and something broke in him, finally. Crying, he'd broken every piece of china in the apartment, the crash of the plates and glasses the only thing that seemed comforting.

Taehyung didn't know how Yoongi had known, but he'd showed up, asked him what the hell he thought he was doing, and when Taehyung hung his head, ashamed of his display of emotion in front of the always stoic Yoongi, he'd heard the tinkling of glass on the floor.

Yoongi had thrown down a wine glass. Without words, he helped Taehyung destroy what was left of the kitchen, and later, to help to clean it up.

"Get drunk if you need to, but don't be mean to her, Taehyung. She is the one that called me that night, you know."

Taehyung looked up at him, shocked.

Yoongi nodded. "She does love you. She always has. She just needs some time."

"Time to fuck around, I guess," Taehyung mumbled, and instantly felt ashamed for saying it.

Yoongi shrugged. "Maybe he helps her heal," he said, and Taeyhyung's chest tightened further.

Before he could speak, heels click on the kitchen tile, and he hears your voice.

"Yoongi, the man of the hour! I wanted to introduce you to-"

Your voice faltered as Taehyung looked up at you, faking another smile.

"Hey, beautiful."

He was surprised at how clear his voice sounded. He took a sip of his drink, hoping it would help fill the void in his chest.

"Oh. Tae, hi-"

You were cut off again by the tall man coming up behind you.

"Jagi, I was wondering where you got off to," he said easily, chuckling, and Taehyung felt as if someone had speared him in the gut at the sound of his pet name for you coming out of someone else's mouth.

He took a long swig and held out his hand, hoping his face was neutral. "I'm Taehyung. You're the lucky guy who's been seeing our y/n, right?

He was trying not to grit his teeth.

For his part, your boyfriend didn't let on that he knew Taehyung was your ex, giving him a firm handshake and a smile.

When Taehyung smiled at you, your face relaxed and you seemed relieved, which made his chest ache.

Maybe you had moved on. Maybe you were happy. The thought made him feel empty and hopeless, and he drained his drink, praying that the alcohol would lessen the feeling.

"I'm Chanyeol," he said, smiling. "And yes, I am very lucky indeed."

Chanyeol slid an arm around your waist and Taehyung forced his eyes away, trying to take a deep breath despite the rock in his gut.

You put your hand on Taeyhyung's arm to get his attention, and when he looked at you, your eyes were achingly soft.

"How's the family?"

"Good. Everyone asked about you."

Now, Taehyung noticed a quizzical look on Chanyeol's face, and he cleared his throat, regretting his words. the last thing he needed was for your new boyfriend to feel sorry for him.

"Ah, that's right, you met his family when you were together, right?"

You flushed and nodded, and Taehyung was a bit shocked.

"I'm so glad you were able to remain friendly," Chanyeol said, seemingly unaffected.

Yoongi, speechless the whole time, thankfully interrupted to introduce himself, and Taehyung was able to sneak away, going by the keg to get a beer.

He took in deep breaths, trying to calm himself, and he met Jungkook out on the balcony.

The whiskey was finally working, relaxing him a bit.

"Hey, Kook." He said easily.

Jungkook nodded toward the kitchen. "You meet him?"

Taehyung nodded, drinking a long swig of his beer. He shrugged. "Seems nice."

"He's really tall," Jungkook commented. "I guess theyve been together a few months now."

Taeyhyung's head jerked at that comment. "Months?"

Realizing his mistake, Jungkook's eyes widened. "Like two months, hyung, I didn't mean-"

But it was too late. Taehyung drained his beer and chucked it off the balcony, heading back inside.

The chaos of seeing you with someone tonight and the alcohol in his blood made him impulsive, and his head was spinning.

He caught you alone for once, standing in the corner with a cup of beer, and you flinched whenever he slammed his hand on the wall behind you, leaning in close.

"Tae, hey..." You said, looking uncomfortable, but he couldn't stop.

"Months?" He hissed. "You've been seeing him for months? That's why you left, isn't it?"

You set your jaw, pushing his chest. He stumbled backward.

"If you could ever think that I cheated on you or left you for another man, you never loved me at all, Kim Taehyung."

Your eyes are flashing and Taehyung regrets everything, but it's too late. You stalk over to Chanyeol, grab his arm, and pull him towards the door.

You're gone before his head stops spinning, and everyone is looking at him.

His chest is heaving, something clawing inside of him, and he roars, "What the fuck are you all looking at?"

Jungkook and Namjoon are heading over, but Taehyung manages to grab the bottle of expensive whiskey and head out the door.

The rest of the night is a blur.

#bts #bangtan boys #bangtan #bts angst #kim taehyung x you #kim namjoon #min yoongi #part two #exboyfriend!taehyung #goodbro!namjoon #goodbro!yoongi #newboyfriend!chanyeol #park chanyeol #exo #college au #bts fake texts #social media au #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts v #bts jungkook #bts suga #bts rm #exo chanyeol #kim taehyung #kim taehyung angst #The Time Around Scars #part 2 #alcohol tw

[taradisechic-tara]

Had Spirits, Ghost etc around My whole life, Not a House , ME, They go where I Go unfortunately, Everyone I've ever met in the Paranormal field has stopped & told me "Im a Sensitive & EMPATH" Empath always believed I can get sick from others pain, but Never sure about being a sensitive which is Kinda ignorant seeing as I've been Haunted my entire Life. We've Always got along they act up I acknowledge them- THEY STOP! It's WORKED TILL NOW! Both my kids talked to invisible Man theyd get mad if u didn't see him & BOTH CALLED HIM EXACT SAME NAME ( I don't believe in those kind of coincidences!! I've got 100's if not thousands of things theyve done (Really should have kept a journal on them because after Strokr I can't remember but Big Oh shit ones!

Anywho, if you've read either of my sites then you know I've been thru hell losing my family spiralling into dark depression then all that stress plus family hurting me or what I thought was family caused a stroke at 45 almost killed me , Drs found no physical reason 4 it & had to admit stress almost killed me, stroke has caused life altering effects, 3 Nuerological diseases, 1's most painful disease on planet that is unbearable w dailyattackz u feel like your dying during each attack or WISH U WERE B4 passing out from pain, Disease is so rare only saudia Arabia did a study of how many etc & found over 70% kill themselves cuz can't handle this daily unbearable pain attacks & I can understand why, I don't know each day if I can withstand the next one much less the day.

But I fear knowing my dead brothers spirit I lost was still here " HE LITERALLY WOKE ME UP SAVED MY LIFE NIGHT I HAD STROKE, Long story" BUT IM WORRIED W/ My deep dark depression I was in 4 those years, Not being strong, Feeling like my soul died w my family ... I could have UNWITTINGLY OPENED MYSELF UP TO SOMETHING THATS NOT ALWAYS BEEN AROUND ME & Now my brother.

It or Whoever it could Be, Has done things to REALLY SCARE ME ( Ive never ever been scared of spirits even when men were terrified of walking into a room that had noises sounding like someone breaking in the house, or them Exploding light bulbs ( 1 of their favs to do) nothing crazy they've ever done as scared me but SOMETHING OVER PAST YR IS TRULLY TRYING TO SCARE ME, & EX THE 2 Men in the House but things #ChAnged n last couple days I got pinched which I lol on video assuming that it was my brother he'd do something like that 4 sure but that night my husband woke up his leg was burning he had 3 clawarks, Hes of course freaked out & the last night my arm started burning ( felt like the fire from a cigarette feel into it but looked & I've got #3 scratches sitting on my bed not moving .. I know what 3 scratches r supposed to mean & now I'm REALLY CONCERNED & NEED THE HELP, ADVICE, COUNSIL ILL TAKE ANYTHING FROM A MEDIUM OR PHYSIC THAT CAN HELP ME FIGURE OUT WHATS COME IN THATS NOT #GOOD @ How to stop whatever or whoever from Doing this ASAP, Ive got this SUICIDE DISEASE TORTURNING ME DAILY - I CANT DEAL W/ THE STRESS OF THIS BAD THING SCARING & ATTACKING US TOO! The STRESS COULD CAUSE ANOTHER STROKE OF COURSE & ILL BE DAMNED IF AFTER ALMOST DYING IN ICU THE FIGHTING THEWORST DISEASE ONPLANET DAILY TRYING SO HARD TO GET MY MIND STRONG ENOUGH TO HELP OTHERS GOUNG THRU ALL THE HELL I DID #ALONE & If I can save ppl that's why I fight to live daily.... I can't have SOMETHING EVIL TAKE ME OUT AFTER IVE BEEN THRU UNGODLY HELL & #FIGHTING LIKEHELL STILL TO HAVE #SOMERHING UNSEEN BAD BE THE END OF ME!!!

I DESPERATELY NEED HELP PLZ SEND THIS OR REBLOG IT FOR A DESPERATE GIRL BEGGING4 someone's help!!!

#Changed #paranormal #ghost and spirits #ghost and hauntings #ghost posts #ghost.txt #ghost adventures #dead #dead files #amy adams #spirituality #i need help #please #im beggin #medium #psychic #scratch #bad intentions #reblog #send help #send tweet

[bittysvalentines]

If Pies Could Talk

Happy Valentine’s Day, @BajillionKittens!  I think I hit all of your requests, so I hope you enjoy the fic!  Thanks to Georgia and Silvia for organizing everything again this year! 

Love from @aflailureandamasterpiece aka Julibean19 

If Pies Could Talk (also on AO3)

Summary: Jack wants to ask Bitty something but he can’t find the words. If pies could talk, they’d call him a lovable failboat.

Zimbits, Explicit, POV Jack, Bottom!Jack, Communication Failure, Baking Jack, Cuddling & Snuggling, Special Appearances by Dex and Señor Bun

“Bits?” Jack asks, gently pushing unruly blond curls off Eric’s forehead.  “Time to get up.”

A soft, negative noise meets Jack’s ears as Bitty groans and rolls over, showing Jack his back.  

“I know it’s early, bud,” Jack says, lifting his comforter back and sliding into bed behind his boyfriend.  “But it’s not checking practice early… it’s 9 a.m.”

“It’s Saturday,” Bitty protests, pulling Jack’s arm around his waist and shuffling backward into his chest.  “It’s the day of rest. We’re resting.”

“Isn’t the day of rest Sunday?”

“Do not chirp me,” Bitty mumbles, barely turning his head toward Jack, eyes still closed.  “It’s five a.m.”

“It’s nine.”

“Do you want to argue or do you want to cuddle?”

Jack smiles, leaning in to press the tip of his nose to Bitty’s hairline and taking a deep breath.  Exhaling, he kisses the side of Eric’s throat, delighting in the happy murmur and wriggle of appreciation it gets him.  “I want to cuddle,” Jack whispers, still smiling.

He set an alarm on his phone anyway.  They have time. Settling back into his pillow, Jack pulls Bitty tight to his body and lets his eyes fall closed.

When his timer goes off forty minutes later, it feels like it’s only been a few seconds.  Jack groans and reaches for his phone, eager to stop the pop music that’s blaring from the speakers.  “Did you change my ringer to Beyoncé?” he asks, opening one bleary eye to silence the alarm.

“It’s Nicki Minaj, you heathen,” Bitty mutters, rolling over to face him.  

“It’s terrible,” Jack insists, dropping his phone back onto the nightstand as Bitty’s fingers slip under the hem of his tee.  “Crisse, your hands are cold.”

“Feel like warming me up?” Eric asks, apparently much more awake than Jack is.  

“Just come here,” Jack says, sliding one arm under Bitty’s neck and pulling them flush together.  He hooks his chin over Eric’s shoulder and curls around him, rubbing soothing circles against his lower back.

“This is nice,” Bitty says, sighing contentedly, letting himself sink into Jack’s body.  “We should do this every morning.”

“If we did this every morning we’d never make it to Faber.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Bitty says, breath hot against the side of Jack’s throat.

“Coach Hall might have something to say about it.”

“Well,” Bitty says, nipping Jack’s skin, “he’s not here right now.”

“That would be awkward.”

“I’m trying to set a mood here, Mister Zimmermann.  Work with me.”

“Oh,” Jack says, feeling his face heat.  He had been enjoying their morning snuggles so much he hadn’t noticed the hardness growing against his hip.  

“Yeah,” Bitty says, breathy and low.  “Oh.”

Before Jack has a chance to respond, Eric is rolling on top of him, straddling his thighs.  He looks up to see the sunlight bouncing off Bitty’s hair, giving him an ethereal glow. The effect is gorgeous and has Jack flicking his eyes to his phone and considering pulling up his camera app.

“I want you,” Eric says simply, biting down on his lower lip.

Smiling, Jack crooks his finger at him until he drops down low enough to kiss.

The moment Eric’s lips meet his, Jack melts, sinking deep into his pillows.  He runs his palms under Bitty’s sleep-worn shirt and splays them across his back possessively, moaning into his mouth.

Eric hasn’t brushed his teeth, but Jack did just before waking him, so it’s easy to ignore in favor of sucking on his tongue.  It’s hot, but slow—a deep kiss that Jack can take his time with. He pulls Eric in even closer and sucks on his bottom lip until Bitty is whining into his mouth.

Eager to find what other desperate sounds he can pull from Bitty, Jack reaches up to cup the back of his head before rolling them over and settling his hips between Eric’s thighs.

“Lord, I love when you do that,” Eric breathes, eyes fluttering shut as Jack slides his hands up his stomach, taking his shirt with them.  

“I love when you wear my clothes to bed,” Jack says, pulling the old Habs tee over Eric’s head.

“If we could turn up the heat once in a blue moon maybe I’d sleep naked.”

“I’ll consider it,” Jack breathes against Bitty’s exposed stomach.  He nudges one of Bitty’s nipples with his nose before wrapping his lips around it.  It might be nice to sleep wrapped around a naked Bitty, but Jack also likes what they have—a warm cocoon of bedding and threadbare pajamas—a twin bed just barely big enough for two.

“Fuck, Jack,” Bitty whines, arching into his mouth.  

Jack switches to the other side and sucks until Bitty’s hands fly up to twine into his hair, not pulling, but tensing every time a shiver runs through his body.  Letting out a satisfied huff of breath, Jack pulls off and follows his hands down to Bitty’s waist, licking and biting a line down his stomach on the way.

“Will you blow me?” Eric asks, trailing his fingers along the curve of Jack’s jaw.  “Your mouth is so hot and wet. God, it feels so good,” he says as Jack nibbles along the waistband of his borrowed flannel bottoms.  

Jack sighs.  

If only he found it just as easy to ask for what he wanted.  It’s not that he dislikes doing this for Bitty—quite the contrary—but there’s something else he’s been dying to try.  He just hasn’t been able to get the words out yet.

Hooking his thumbs into the elastic, Jack pulls Bitty’s pants down, lifting them up and over his erection and then down to mid-thigh.  He leans back for a moment just to look his fill.

Eric’s thighs are trapped together by the elastic, but otherwise he’s exposed, golden skin on display for Jack to admire.  His forearms look pale in comparison, and Jack marvels at the soft hair that sits below Eric’s navel, leading to his cock.

“God, I want you to fuck me,” Bitty sighs, looking down at him with his lower lip caught between his teeth.  

“Later,” Jack says, leaning down to get his lips around the head and lick at the bead of fluid at the tip.  The salt hits Jack’s tongue and he can’t stop the groan that builds in his chest at the taste.

Eric squirms below him, so Jack drapes his forearm across Bitty’s stomach and presses him back into the mattress.  He sinks down lower, taking more of Eric into his mouth before licking back up.

Bitty breathes hard above him, already panting before Jack even really gets started.  They’ve been doing this for a few months now, but every time with Eric feels like the first time—eager and a little sloppy, but also brilliant and intense and all-consuming.

He takes Bitty deep, relaxing around the stretch in his throat when Eric jerks under him, sitting up so abruptly Jack chokes before he has a chance to pull off.  

“Sorry, sorry!  God, I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” Bitty says, thumb rubbing across Jack’s wet lips.  “It’s just… do you smell something burning?”

“Tabarnak!” Jack curses, dropping his head to Bitty’s bare thigh in defeat.  He groans, high and pained as he shakes his head back and forth. “I’ll go check.”  Pulling away, Jack rises to his feet and slowly marches downstairs, furious with himself.

By the time he reaches the kitchen, Dex is pulling the charred remnants of a pie out of the oven and Bitty is hot on his heels, redressed in his pajamas.

“I’m so sorry Bitty,” Dex sighs, placing the burnt wreck on the stovetop with Bitty’s cherry print oven mitts.  “I thought I’d gotten the temperature to stay even this time, but it must be on the fritz again.”

Jack rubs his fingers over his temples as Dex retrieves his toolbox from the hall and pulls out what he thinks he’ll need.  “I’m really sorry about your pie, Bitty. Once I get it working again I’ll take you to Murder Stop & Shop for some more butter, okay?”

“That—” Bitty stops short, peering over at the blackened crust.  “That wasn’t my pie. The lattice looks nice though. Which one of y’all found my vlog?” he says, voice raised to call through the Haus this time.  “If I find the link on Twitter, I swear to Beyoncé I will end you.”

“It’s not—” Jack hesitates, hand clasped warily over his eyes.  “I made it,” he finishes, voice so low he can barely hear it over the pounding of his own heart.

“You… you made this?  Jack, honey,” he says, fingers catching Jack by the wrist and pulling until he stops covering his face.  “Did you make this pie for me?”

Jack nods, unable to find any words to explain further.

“Dex,” Bitty says, fingers now intertwined with Jack’s, “Thank you so much for tryin’, but I don’t think Betsy’s broken.”

“Are you sure?  Because the temperature has been all over the place and—”

“I distracted Jack.  He made that pie for me, but I burnt it.  Betsy’s working just fine. Isn’t that right, sugar?”

Jack nods, looking up just in time to see Dex’s face flush under his freckles.

“We’ll clean this up later,” Bitty says to Dex, reaching out to shut the oven off before pulling Jack by the hand all the way back upstairs to his room.

When they’re finally alone, Jack collapses against the back of the door, his entire body shaking slightly.

“Do you want to tell me what all that was about?” Eric asks him, hands on his hips.

Jack opens his mouth, but nothing comes out.  

“Honey, what’s wrong?”  In just a few steps, Eric is directly in front of him, cupping his cheeks and tilting his face up.  “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

Taking a deep breath, Jack steels himself.  “I was trying to—”

He can’t do it.  It’s not happening.  This was all a stupid idea and now Bitty’s looking at him, wide brown eyes soft and expectant and Jack can’t say it.  He can’t say anything at all.

“Trying to what, sweetpea?”

A long minute passes before Jack can bear to open his mouth again.  “I wanted to ask—”

“Jack,” Bitty says, breath catching slightly on his name, “please tell me that was not a proposal pie—because as much as I love you, I am nineteen years old.  That would just be too much for us right now.”

“No,” Jack says, clearing his throat.  “No. I wasn’t trying to propose.”

“Jesus Christ on a cracker, you had me worried.”

“Not that I wouldn’t—”

“We will have that conversation later, mister.  Much later,” he says firmly, but with a sweet smile that speaks to their bright future together.  

“Okay,” Jack agrees readily, taking a deep breath.  They really are getting ahead of themselves.

“What’s this all about then?”

Jack sighs, resigning himself to embarrassment.  “You know sometimes words are hard for me.”

Bitty nods, tangling their fingers together again.

“I thought maybe if I made you something… you would… ”

“Be able to read your mind?” Bitty says, with a fond laugh.  “I love that you tried to bake for me, honey, I do. But even the perfect raspberry pie isn’t going to be able to tell me whatever it is you want me to know.”

“It sounds so stupid when you say it like that.”

“It’s not stupid.  It’s actually kind of adorable, but I’d rather you were comfortable enough to just tell me what you’re feeling.  How can I make this easier for you?”

“I don’t think you can,” Jack says, voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay,” Bitty says, pulling Jack’s hand again until he stands.  “I have an idea.” He locks his door and flicks the lights off before leading Jack over to his bed and pulling the curtains shut.  

Jack gets in as soon as Eric yanks the covers back and relaxes into the mattress only after Bitty is curled around his back, tucking the duvet around them tight.

“Sometimes the hard things… they’re easier to say in the dark,” Eric tells him, breath hot and comforting against the back of his neck.  “So we’re just going to lie here for a while and if you feel like you’re ready, you can tell me. I promise I won’t laugh or be upset or anything.”

“I don’t—I didn’t think you would laugh.  I’m just nervous,” Jack tells the darkness.  Light still peeks through around the curtains, but he closes his eyes and pretends it’s midnight, that they’re alone in the Haus, that his words will never see the light of day—will never leave this room.

“Here,” Bitty says, reaching behind him and returning with Señor Bun.  He presses the doll into Jack’s hand before pulling the duvet up around their shoulders again.  “He’ll make you brave.”

“Now I feel weird,” Jack says, huffing out a laugh.  “I can’t talk about sex with him looking at me.”

“So this is about sex, huh?” Bitty asks, taking Señor Bun out of Jack’s hands and setting him on the window sill facing away from them.  “What Bun doesn’t see can’t hurt him.”

“He’s seen a lot already,” Jack points out.

“Well, if things are about to get kinky, I’d rather keep him in the dark.  Whatever it is you want, I’m sure we could work something out. So why don’t you just tell me?  I promise to keep an open mind.”

“It’s nothing kinky,” Jack says quietly.  “I don’t think it is, at least.”

“Then what has you so nervous?”

“I don’t know.  It just—Parse didn’t—” Jack can’t finish the thought.

“It’s something you feel like you shouldn’t want?  Because Kent didn’t?”

“I guess?”

“Honey,” Eric breathes, snaking a hand under the hem of Jack’s shirt and resting his palm against Jack’s bare chest.  “Whatever it is. I won’t judge you. I just want you to be happy.”

“I want…” Jack takes a deep breath just as Bitty presses his hand tight against his heart, pushing them together.  The pressure is comforting, grounding. Jack takes strength from it and finally finds his courage. “I want—I need you to make love to me.  I need you to fuck me.”

Bitty sucks in a surprised breath and then lets it out slowly, the air ruffling the back of Jack’s hair, making his skin pebble.  He leans in until his lips are just grazing the shell of Jack’s ear and asks, “That’s what you want?”

“Yes,” Jack says, a tingle shooting down his spine.  Heat spreads through his body as Eric hitches his hips even tighter to Jack’s ass, betraying his arousal.  

“All you had to do was ask, sugar,” Eric says, voice pitched low.  “I’d be a fool to not want to make love to you. And I am many things, but I’m no fool.”

“Please,” Jack whimpers, all shame gone.  The tone of Eric’s voice coupled with the insistent press of his erection has Jack hard and leaking already.  When Eric’s teeth come down around the tendon in his throat, he whines, unabashed. It sounds pitiful, but he doesn’t even try to muffle it.  He wants Eric to know how badly he needs this.

It’s a matter of seconds before they’re naked, clothes flung to far corners of the room, duvet lost on the floor.  Jack wouldn’t be surprised if his Habs tee was ripped at the collar considering how forcefully he yanked it off Bitty’s body.

Bitty preps him quickly, the both of them too keyed up to take their time.  As Eric slides a condom over himself, Jack feels an ache deep in his body, a ravenous, empty pain that has him hitching his knees up to his ears.  

Biting down on his lip, Eric slowly pushes into him.  He takes several measured breaths and then begins to move, absolute filth spilling out of his mouth.  In a matter of seconds, Eric is tensing above him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, baby,” is the last thing Jack hears before Bitty buries himself deep, coming in rhythmic pulses inside him.

It’s over before Jack feels fully satisfied, but that just makes his hunger pangs more pronounced.  He ignores them knowing Bitty will be ready again soon enough—that he always has more stamina the second time around.  Jack is already the first to know what Bitty feels like when he orgasms—the first to hold Eric inside his body. He shouldn’t be greedy, as much as his body begs to differ.

As fingers quickly take the place of Eric’s softening cock, Jack thrusts down hard remembering all the ways Bitty has explored his body—has touched every inch of him.  Eric knows him now… knows everything.

He comes with three fingers spreading him wide and Eric’s name on his lips.  

Neither of them touch his cock.

It’s messy and overwhelming and everything a first time should be.  

Jack can’t wait to do it again.  

“Thank God you burnt that pie,” Bitty says, breathless, as he flops onto his back next to Jack.

“Why?”

“If you came at me with a perfect raspberry pie right now after what we just did I’d think I was still dreaming.”

“Well, we’re out of raspberries now, but I could go to the store…”

“Jack Zimmermann.  What did I do to deserve you?”

“You taught me to make pie in the first place.  It was really all your fault,” Jack says, resting his head on Eric’s chest, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“I can’t believe you’re chirping me right now.  You’re the one that made me a ‘Please Fuck Me Pie!’”

“I can’t believe you didn’t know I was flirting with you that whole class.”

“I thought you were just really concerned about your GPA,” Bitty whines in embarrassment.

“Thank God we got an A,” Jack says, copying Eric’s turn of phrase.  “If we didn’t maybe we wouldn’t be dating right now.”

“You’re saying Betsy brought us together?”

“I’m saying I think we owe Dex a thank you gift.”

Thanks for reading!  Happy Valentine’s Day!

#bittyjack #fanfiction #bittysvalentines #bv2019 #omgcp #submission

[niicokim]

          ohmygod i swear these past few days i’ve been so scrambled and it’s like one in the morning rn and i gotta be up early but ! i need to drop this intro so i can start plotting with all of you oof ! also...ignore my theme...it’s not ready yet but it’ll have to do for now !! anyways uh i’m nani ( twenty-one / she & her ) and below the cut is a little abt mi boy !! also before i forget my discord is @ in the mood for love#5274 !!!

          ╰ * ✶ . ever notice dominic ‘nico’ kim kinda looks like park jimin? they’ve got 8.5m followers on instagram, but that’s no surprise. their instagram bio says they identify as cismale and go by he/him. they just turned twenty-four, right? word around la is they’re kinda critical and deceitful, but you couldn’t tell online. does it matter when your family’s net worth is $360m? 

some stats :

full name: dominic ‘nico’ kim

d.o.b: currently unknown bc idk what sign i wanna make him yet 

gender: cismale

sexuality: bisexual 

nationality: american

ethnicity: korean 

occupation: rising actor 

rambles:

so nico is part of the kim family ( aka the kardashian inspired family...aeri mun...if u read this...pls message me to plot out the siblings muah ! ) currently appears to be the oldest of the family, but we’ll see who else takes up the connections ! 

anyways...he’s kinda like kendall....but you know...actually talented LMAO...anyways, instead of an aspiring model ( tho he HAS done model work ) he’s an a rising actor, definitely took advantage of his name to try and DO something with his life and let me tell you...nico is amazing at pretending to be someone he’s not so acting was a good choice

so far i kinda headcanoned that his FIRST major role was playing the character of ben from burning ( 2018 ) dir. lee chang-dong ! which, you can find the trailer here ! ben is the guy steven yeun is playing but ANYWAYS, if you didn’t get it from the trailer his char is SOMETHING, like oof the vibes yk? nico has actually received an award for best supporting actor for it AND it nearly got nominated at the oscars but it got snubbed !!

um, i’m trying to figure out his vibe of what kinda movies he wants to do but i think it might lean for to art house/drama that might be his calling so please...stay tuned 

tw: drugs up next !

remember when i said nico is good at pretending to be someone he’s not? it’s true, it’s gotten him into some bad shit but also has charmed his way out of said bad shit + you know, having a powerful name to stand behind. he looks and talks like a golden boy, picture perfect oldest son of the kim family always mature and polite at press conferences and in public but once those doors are closed he’s someone else completely 

he can be mean and selfish, he knows how to play his cards well that it comes off like he’s doing you a favor especially when it comes to relationships because it’s not like he’s had some tragic love story that left his wounded and aching -- though he has gotten back with exes for the THRILL they provide -- he just wants to have fun and enjoy himself and sometimes people get in the way of it and he has to put them back in their place...away from him lol 

heavy drinker but can hold his alcohol, has partaken in pills and lines but he prefers his mixed drinks and has definitely woken up to a bottle in one hand and...a bottle in the other, surpirse ! 

ummm, that’s it for now ig ! i’m sure i’ll come up with more things later on lksjhdhf

connections: 

on and off ex: listen...they probably hate each other...but thats what makes them compliment each other so well that they end up back with each other but this is only knowledge to the inner circle not public bc fuck that ! they’d rather end up dead in ripped off designer in some ditch than have their millions of the followers combined know they were ever in a relationship -- ongoing relationship with each other ! 

his most bestest friend in the whole world: would they die for each other? probably not, but they would definitely throw each other the sickest funeral if that ever happened ! probably childhood friends too, have gotten into at least one physical fight but made up quickly because truly...their each others world most of the time 

flings/hookups: you name it ! the more the merrier, lets make it messy !

publicity stunt: be it trying to form friendships between families or relationship wise, we can figure it out !

frenemies/enemies: loathe each other sm??? for who knows what reason?? and yet ??? they cant rlly escape each other ?? so its just shade and snide remarks and insults through gritted teeth and fake smiles???? helloo !!!!

unrequited/crush: listen....this could go so many ways, like your muse has a crush on nico but they probably think it’s unrequited but nico is probably INTERESTED but doesnt do anything because well, theyve never paid them much mind before and hmmmm does he wanna involve someone he’s never rlly paid attention to with his shenanigans? who knows!

anyways, anything else pls hmu !! my discord is up there !! it’s time for me to go to sleep !!

#opuintro #finalll y

[edsbev]

I want to drink more of that domestic reddie juice

omg ok imagine richie and eddie moving into an apartment together. like theyve JUST moved in and havent rlly gotten any furniture yet, or unpacked anything. so on their first night there they eat dinner on paper plates, sitting on cushions on the lounge-room floor

eddie has his legs hooked over richies and has barely touched his pizza, bc hes chattering on and on and on abt what he plans to do w the apartment. 

“we’ll put a couch here and the tv there…oh and we should get an armchair. like one of those rlly comfy ones that recline. i’d sit in it all day like an old man. or like those old ladies that just knit all day. do u reckon knitting’s hard? it looks boring as hell.” 

richies just eating his pizza and watching him. quiet for once his loudmouthed life. a fond smile on his face. 

“…do u think we could, rich?” eddie asks, onto a completely different topic now. 

“oh, uh. sure, babe,” richie replies, hadnt been listening. just kinda zoned out as he thought abt his cute his bf was. eddie gives him a little frown, and now its reached the point where hes so cute that richie cant control himself anymore, and he leans over and presses little kisses over eddies face until eddies laughing and complaining abt his pepperoni pizza breath 

each of the losers offer to let richie and eddie stay over that night, considering rich n eds dont actually have a bed in their apartment yet, but theyre both just so excited abt their new place that they sleep in sleeping bags on the living room floor. 

eddie gets cold during the night and ends up wriggling into richies sleeping bag with him. and its so snug that they have to basically be all wrapped up in each other to fit. 

“ur feet are cold,” grumbles a barely-awake richie, his only complaint as eddie shuffles in beside him. 

“my everythings cold,” eddie replies, cuddling into richies chest. richie immediately lifts up an arm to accommodate him, wrapping it around eddies waist. “ur my heater. make me warm.” 

“oh. is that all im good for is it?” riches mumbles, teasing, eyes still closed. but he captures eddies cold feet between his legs to warm them up. 

as they begin to move in a bit more, half unpacked boxes everywhere, a mattress now on their bedroom floor, furniture in the lounge-room, theyre able to actually make dinner for themselves. and not just eat pizza on the floor every night

they have an oven !!! a whole oven !!! and one night, while somethings cooking away in it, music crooning from an old second hand radio amongst all the clutter on the kitchen counters, richie lifts eddie up onto the kitchen bench and they kiss softly while they wait for their food

richie has his hands, which are stained in white paint bc they’d be painting the bathroom, running up eddies thighs. while eddie has his hands, also covered in paint, hooked at the wrists behind richies neck. 

the kiss is slow and lazy and languid. richie runs his hands up to eddies hips and pull them flush against his own. kisses down eddies neck, humming along to the song against his skin

theyre happy. content. until they smell smoke. 

their foods burning

“richie, the oven!!” eddie yelps

“the house is burning down!!” richie yells dramatically, ignoring him. he lifts eddie over his shoulder and races down the hall. “i’ll save you my love!!!” 

eddie tries to tell him to stop fucking around, but hes too busy laughing

(the food is so burnt its inedible)

richie calls out ‘honey, im home!!’ every time he enters the front door. eddie sometimes yells back “well, leave” or “no one asked” but hes also gotten into the habit of saying it too (mostly bc it makes richie laugh so much)

an image: a soft, sleepy morning, where they both have to get up early. and stumble down to the bathroom, where they stand in front of the sink, in their pyjamas, hair ruffled and eyes bleary, leaning against each other for support as they brush their teeth

the apartment allows pets and so like within two weeks of moving in they adopt a fat orange cat that richie names gnocchi (bc apparently thats his second fave pasta dish after spaghetti)

she loves both of them and sleeps on their bed every night, but gnocchi (or ‘nocs’ for short. its the last time eddies letting richie name anything), has a v special connection w eddie. and follows him around the house while hes doing chores. or cleans herself on the bathroom floor while hes showering. and sits on his lap while hes lounging around watching tv. 

sometimes eddie just carries her around like a baby, and when richie walks thru the front door w his whole ‘honey im home’ shtick, eddies goes up to meet him, and he reaches up to give richie a kiss with her held in his arms between them

richie tells eddie off for spoiling her, because sometimes eddie will sneak gnocchi food under the table at dinner

but richie spoils her too. he spoils both of them. like once he came home late at night after hanging out w bill. and he found eddie asleep on the couch with gnocchi asleep on his lap.

and instead of waking eddie and telling him to go to bed, or taking the cat off his lap, richie just scoops eddie up his arms bridal style, with gnocchi still balanced carefully on eddies stomach

and he walks them down to their bedroom very cautiously and slowly, so as not to wake either of them. and sets eddie down onto the bed on the back, so the cat can keep sleeping on his stomach. 

richie has to give up a night of being able to spoon eddie, but its worth it, seeing how peaceful eddie n his cat are. 

(richie also might serve gnocchi her own lil bowl of icecream as she sits next to him on the couch on the nights hes home by himself, eating a bunch of junk food and watching movies) (but dont tell eddie that)

#Anonymous #reddie #ask #headcanons #idk take this #i love domestic shit #and the thought of richie n eddie getting a cat #u can pry that hc from my cold dead cat-loving hands #fhjds #long post #like too long tbh