#this wasnt meant to offend anyone

[queenie-says-free-palestine]

hi!! I just had a question;

so I saw a post and I was gonna rb it w "from the river to the FKN sea" just to emphasize on the phase (obv used in reference to palestine will be free) but I wasn't sure

bc i didn't know any backstory behind the original phrase, and I didn't want to potentially offend anyone ig u could say by putting an expletive in front of smth that might not be meant to have one in it??

I don't mean to offend anyone at all, I just rly wanted to emphasize on that and wasn't sure if it was ok to put smth like that in the phase. (I still rb'ed just w/out the expletive, I was just curious for next time :]) I wasnt sure if it was ok since I have no personal connection to the Palestinian conflict

its absolutely fine to say <33 its not offensive to anyone except zionazis (and tbh, theyd be more busy reeling abt the fact that palestinians do deserve the land between the jordan river and the mediterranean sea, and less abt the swear word)

#ty for the ask <3 #palestine #free palestine #gaza #israel #free gaza #isnotreal #gaza genocide #gaza city #from the river to the sea palestine will be free

[despapillon]

stupid how you managed to make a dick joke out of innocent shot. and hosegate oh no that is awful. Byler is not going to be in relationship. what show have you been watching certainly not Stranger Things more like Gayer Things. Duffer have had an emotional love declaration by Mike and you believe Byler? that is sad. it may not be romantic but to Duffers it is. same men that wrote in Steve talking about his breeding kink to Nancy and framed it as romantic. just because something is the better choice in your eyes does not mean that will happen. after events of show i can only see Mike and El get married. Duffers try to convince he is straight and they intend him to be but Mike reads as deep in closet. fans dw Will is going to get over Mike and find a bf that is give him happiness he deserves. but Mike? Mike will forever be in loveless marriage and he is never ever going to get over Will. in his thirties and beyond that he is going to suffer and not stop thinking about how everything would be different if he accepted his sexuality and chose Will not El. he is going to hate himself for making such a mistake

listennnnnnnnnn. ppl were talking about hosegate so i just made a reference to the rolled up painting shot. i wasnt the one that noticed it first. i only knew it was a thing because of Bylers discussing it. i had the pic saved, as i was preparing a post that i scrapped that was about Will and the allegations he had, including fake stuff spread around that S3 Will would have a p*rn magazine and the speculations that Will is going to sleep around with random men in S4 and my thoughts on this plus the sexualization dramas like Byler sex in the show, Byler kiss not being chaste, writing Byler smut, Mike supposedly checking Will out, hosegate and other phallic imagery. i decided against that and now i think that was a good choice because it would drive some wild.

i never truly meant the rolled up painting thing was intentional i was simply saying what was a regular shot became dirty to me thanks to Bylers influence. i’m sorry i didn’t mean to offend anyone. i still find it funny but i feel bad for making that post. i guess i should have kept it to myself. i had no idea it would come off this inappropiate. though the characters are only 15 (i think) so that is on me for not caring how uncomfortable it could make others.

now onto the rest of your ask. i don’t know if Byler is going to be together. i don’t. i ship it because i like it. when we get the next season we will see. i willingly choose to spend my time on discussing Byler knowing i’m not really that confident in it. nobody is forcing me to do this. i know we may get queerbaited. but i don’t care.

there is that section of Bylers that got utterly destroyed by vol 2 and either converted to M!leven and now mock us for still shipping Byler (there must be a name for that phenomenon because how) or are bitter and lashing out at Duffers because they lost their faith and now Byler bad. i assume you are the second. i hope you are proven wrong because you seem heated about the topic. to the point you sent me an ask about it.

Duffers did make a lot of writing mistakes and choices i disagree with. whether Byler happens or not i do plan on discussing what i had a problem with after watching s5 because i need to see how they will handle the characters’ arcs to make a post as there could be surprises awaiting us. and talk about how i’d handle certain plotlines as a person that can’t write anything coherent.

keep in mind that Montauk, the original ST, drew inspo from It, and if there was a potential season 2 to Montauk, they wanted to straight up go the It route by having the characters grown up and some leave the town then come back when it all gets fucked up again and join forces for the second time.. they do also mention It, and Stephen King as inspiration. you can see it in the current series too. Willelmike is literally a ripoff of the love triangle between Ben, Bev and Bill. Ben’s poem and Will’s painting.. it’s so blatant. and those that watched the movies know how said love triangle ends.

Gayer Things is a great series that i suggest you need to have more faith in.

#byler

[thesnailkiwi]

i wanna hear more about your weird vivid 3rd life dreams /not forced

Mkay mkay I really want to talk about this

First time it happened, or as I call it "first session". (Side note, everyone looked like their characters but realistic.)

Started out (normal?) And collected stuff. The usual. I didn't know anyone at all and it was weird. Everyone felt so familiar, yet I couldn't place who they were. I met Martyn pretty early on. We talked, and he threw seeds at me and ran off. I settled in the roots of a tree the first night (the rain was unpleasant to say the least). Eventually I dug out the area around the upturned tree and put a roof so it was kind of like a burrow. Boy, how I envied Dogwarts at the time.

I met Joel next. He... was something, alright. He insulted me half the time and actually does swear a lot. Oh, and he was like 5'6 so that made it even funnier. He was annoying, though. He kinda just broke into my house tbh.

After that, I heard about Tango’s game but thought it was too risky. I was also afraid because of Scar since I didn't know him and from the stories I had heard he was cruel and merciless. In my defense, he was a red.

I met Jimmy after his first death. He's such a nice dude omg. He's also easy af to fluster. I complimented him and he turned bright red. He, seeing my pathetic house, invited me back to the flower valley for the night. Scott was offended that he brought home someone other than him lmao. At first Scott was defensive but after Jimmy convinced him I was fine then he loosened up. I felt like a third wheel the whole time. Jeez Louise the sheer amount of affection between those two.

Ahaha the next day I wasnt too lucky. I got caught in a TNT trap someone set (I think it was the Crastle, but I'm still unsure) and exploded. Not fun, exploding. Let me tell you. At least it was quick ig.

Bdubs was grumpy about that since it wasn't meant for me. Sir, how am I supposed to know that when you set it near MY HOUSE?

This is where things started going downhill.

Dogwarts was starting to rise. I was allies with the flower valley so I quickly was introduced to the desert duo. I felt kinda bad for Grian since he couldn't use his wings, but realistic harpy things are weird looking. Scar was terrifying. My dude is like 6 feet tall, grey, and littered with scars. Jimmy was red and he still wasn't scary! Wtf!

Ah yes. The burning of the banner. How could I forget? I wasn't there for it, but Scott sounded scared when I visited them next.

I had seen Ren from a distance, and I was so, so angry at Martyn for becoming the monster he did. Oh yeah, and the two of them kept beating around the bush in their relationship and that was annoying as well. Like, dude, just tell him already.

I never really met the Crastle. But I did meet Martyn again and blow up on him about being part of Red Winter.

And here we are! The bunker battle.

I don't really remember much about this part. Pure adrenaline took over. But I did die to being shot by an arrow and falling into the lava moat. I ran back as fast as I could with literal leather armor. Jimmy was dead by then, and when Scott realized, oh jeebus bleebus.

Anger, sorrow, revenge. He definitely was NOT thinking clearly. Since I was closest to Jimmy in the battle, he blamed me for his death. He attacked me and killed me with his sword. Very uncomfortable way to die.

Session two.

Started out on bad terms. I killed a few of the villagers Grian saved and he definitely was NOT happy. I swear he meant the creeper for me and it agro-ed on scar instead. But we'll never know ig.

The Crastle became my home this time. Cleo was recruiting so I signed up.

It went how you think it would. Except this time I played Tango’s game. I failed and died.

Then Dogwarts invaded the Crastle. The others except Impulse got away, but then I realized he was a traitor. I got sacrificed on the altar. Dude the Red Winter axe is a huge ceremonial battle axe. Ren laughing is extremely eerie.

Then during the final siege, Martyn took my last life. Pretty anticlimactic if I say so myself.

Anyway, any questions? I can talk for hours.

I swear every time you send an ask, it turns into a whole essay lmao /pos

[zoeykallus]

Just a little comment... maybe the person who requested the moody reader thing is a moody person themselves, and I don't think it was really nice of you to say "oh someone wouldn't want to be with you tbh :))" like that is just... rude. i mean it's one thing for headcanons to be different and stuff and people shouldn't be offended but this last ask just felt more direct, you know? and it isn't the first time... like... if you disagree with an ask you get just erase and ignore it... dude take a break, a lot of the responses you've made to requests in the last few days have been very uncomfortable to read in the sense that you're clearly upset to reply to them. if you don't have the energy to write those requests than don't do it, nobody forces you to answer asks, but giving someone who went to you in hopes of reading something nice a passive aggressive answer isn't the best

As I said in the post itself, it's just my personal opinion. What this means is that it is not an incontrovertible truth. Nothing I say is ever meant to hurt anyone, I'm just very direct and I say what I think. I even said that I'm sorry I'm not able to give this ask a satisfying answer. It was an Anon, so I wasn't able to contact this person directly and seek out a conversation, it felt unfair to just ignore it, but I couldn't reach out "privately" to explain myself and why I couldn't do it. I don't know what passive agressive stuff you've been reading, but I'm not the type for passive agressive. I joke around a lot, wich sometimes is hard to tell on the internet, you don't see a face, using a language that is not your first etc. I get that there might be misunderstandings at times. If really anyone felt hurt or attacked, I'm surprsied, but of course sorry too. That was never my intention.

In fact I did think about sending the answer to that ask a long time, I sat here for at least an hour with the finished ask and wasnt sure, weather about what I said and the translation. Guess I ignore people now if that's what you want, because to hurt someone is far from what I want to do. And I think it's rude to make accusations anonymously. If you don't get along with my humor and/or my direct personality, that's okay, just stay away from me then. I don't know what else to tell you.

[wonusite]

Im furious so i came here to vent and please dont take any of this personal, these words are not meant for you or kpop fandom

Im so fucking sick and tired of every OC in the fanfics who either doesnt wear skirts and dresses or always dresses in the most shortest revaeling clothes known to mankind. They are always the beer girls and the male OC always says they are the best and different because of that. She always either the tiniest skirts and shorts or the most form fitting craptops ever and the male OC is always either jealous of it or says they always look the best when they wear revaeling clothes which i find extremly sexist and fucking "writen by a man" but whatever because thats not my main point

I get that people are from different cpultures, different type of nations and everone can do, wear, drink, say, think whatever they want in their life but for fucks sake what is so wrong with "being like other girls"

In the story the author always "she wasnt like the other girls" "she wasnt like her pears" "she was different from people around her" in some ways, either they make the characters say these stuff about her or they just directly say it about her while introudicing her and its sickwning

WHY CANT WE BE A FUCKING WINE GIRL OR JUST ENJOY ROSES OR WEARING DRESSES THAT ARE NOT UNCOMFORTABLE WHILE SITTING

I repeat, i get that people like to wear stuff that are not "Christian" (i am NOT a Christian and im classified as a woc, im just using this as a term), they like to drink beer and stuff but do we have to be like them to be liked, loved, cared for by our choice of fictional man?

Like why cant we just be "normal" people who didnt had to go through some extremly traumatizing stuff that makes us stoic, cold and uncaring people, who just enjoys life without going extreme, who just likes both going to clubs and picnic at the outdoors with their friends but also reads some books before sleeping?

That was all over the place but to summerize, why the female ocs are always the same two or three storiotypes and they always have to be "different"?

That is one of the reasons why i turned back to reading kpop fanfiction because it has characters that are actually different than each other without being the sore thumb. And i dont say that making a sore thumb character is a bad thing, if the story needs a main character like that then of course we will read about it but it gets tiring and repetetive after reading the same character for hundred times who always acts the same way even tho the author changes and she doesnt have to say some either really rude stuff or "pick me" things

Thanks for reading, i hope this wasnt too offending to anyone because that wasnt my intentiın

Also again, you can read or do whatever you want, but if the characters keep doing the same thing, saying the same thing, have the same or so similar histories then it will get boring and as a reader who reads several different fics from different fandoms its more than irritating at this point

See you when i have thots for Vernon and Wonwoo (im still in vern brainrot)

TEA WAS SPILT OMFGGGG ☕️☕️☕️

no bc i was talking w my friend about this the other day. the overused “she’s not like other girls” trope actually makes me sick. (unless it’s written in a way that’s not cringe, but that’s rare af)

and i agree you can easily tell when it was written by a man or a pick me woman HANSJSJS

anyways idk i think it’s ok to write “normal” or “typical” characters once in a while bc people just exist. not everyone has a tragic backstory or goes out of their way to “not be like other girls/guys”

ever since i got into kpop and reading ff it’s really made me become picky w books and what i read bc it’s too much of the same thing every time.

#this needed to be said lol #but like you said anyone can read whatever they want #personally it’s not my vice #ask #yandere-stories

[theendofuno]

uno referring to himself in third person (lil analysis thingy :D )

instead of writing this at teh end im just gonna say im BAWLING MY EYES OUT im crying VERY HARD i almost threw up

back to the topic!

considering his whole japanese theme its pretty easy to imagine he actually speaks japanese, but yk, he wasnt BORN speaking japanese 😭 he probably learnt it at the village

so when he finds the grand chase, surprise, they dont speak japanese, they do speak korean/the player's language, it's a very big language switch for him to understand, so their communication pretty much sucks

the concept of person is pretty much non-existent for uno, so he cant wrap his head around the whole I/me/you/first-second-third person way of speaking, and if you consider he was named by the grand chase and not before them, he pretty much has a special place on his heart for the title "Uno", even if he doesnt understand the meaning of it (cry baby), the fact that someone decided to give a whole special word to call him is so fantastic, new and something he would never imagine

so uno would never use I/me to refer to himself, he's just "Uno", instead of saying "I'm going" he would say "Uno is going", and if i can say, this would apply to anyone else at the grand chase (like *pointing towards sieghart* "hes mean >:( " its actually "sieghart is mean >:( ") (yeah offending sieghart was my first thought), but if i can say, there's one thing uno calls "he/him", and only he/him, he would never use names on that, and that would be his monster

uno is an absolute pure, innocent creature, he has no bad meaning towards whatever he says or do, so for him using "Uno" instead of proper pronouns is the absolute peak of showing respect for those who accepted him besides his past

honestly anything about uno hits super hard on me and my fatheyr instincts but this one was way worse cuz characters who speak on third person are one of my absolute favorite things ever, me thinks its one of the silliest and cutest ways of being a pure child who means no evil

and besides being the biggest meanie cannibalistic rabid creature uno fan, its undeniable he's just a kid. a literal newborn. he wasn't born evil, he didn't meant anything that ever happened with him, he feels remorse and empathy and if he had the chance to go back in time and prevent anything from happening, he would

(also ill post a drawing later dw uno nation im still alive)

#daily-uno #grand chase

[suiciderape]

𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖔! 𝖙𝖔𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖍 𝔰𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔢

im a super asian cant u super fucking tell? hell nah bitch i aint begging u to do shit but make sure i get a new bedroom hahahehe hahahehe hehehahah hell yea fucking right i got the magees arrested aka registered sex offenders they was finna play with my pussy6 over some lawyer shit when im disabled and cant even get a single taco? hell nah we cant discuss my family ok! so what is going on? its 2011s trash tumblr now? hahaha what the fuck is she saying about us? no we were magnfiicent and unalike in all qualities! what the fuck hehehhahah no fucking way we were all the same and followed her back too! ew i forgot ok so anyway this is a blog now right? ok so what is it now? yes i was there... ok so now everyonw is just staring at her content and she cant even delete the account? no way thats not gonna work! one second my dudee ok!

𝖘𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖞𝖘

hahaha we see this shit nowA hahaha aww shes so grown up and young again ew! awkward isnt even enough to start a conversation about all the money and presents were gonna give her just for that! foes what?

𝔖𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔦 𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔡 ℑ𝔪 𝔘𝔭 𝔐𝔞𝔶𝔥𝔢𝔪 (𝔦𝔫 𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔯𝔨)

um! what? its not even ghetto its chinese choi chanhee family chinese! ew ur wrong its just the ghetto bitch of yoon keehos family ew! which i am now apart of bc i make really good manga u should pay thats all she! meant ew were really good at turning you down! ew ur going blank at pizza hut! ew! was that good? no it wasnt bitch what who fucking cares? nigger bitch! they are registered sex ew! ask her daddy baby stupides bitchs ew! daddy can u please start doing this! ew shes not gonna fuck up my name! again! chinese or not daddy shut up ew! u ghetto bitchs no u didnt know! u didn5 know that she was a ghetto 5 star chinese wus kitchen ghetto ass bitchs! ew! kung pao chicken oh bob hehe mhm :) ew! hahaha gangster thats her daddies absolute favorite! spicy chicken kung pao ew! hehehe ew! she gets it right every timee nah hell nah bitch nigga im doing it uo real good hell yea fucking right esketit were not the ghetto or gangsta whoo are u? ew! stfu chak we finna see who could throw hands 28

𝖘𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖞𝖘 lava & knives 𝖔𝖍 𝖇𝖔𝖇 𝖍𝖊𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖍𝖒 :) 𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑? 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗

lava mcgee drives a nice infinity right! mhm :) we ghetto gave her everything we have and shes still interested in us mhm :) lol ok? so mhm mhm mhm shes better at us than that other typo jones mcgee registered sex offenders ew! not my dotta baby mhm :) ew! e2 is right fucking whore

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔥𝔢𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔶𝔷

28 middle finger in the air! ew hahaha its not ghetto out its ghetto gdtmmm get in ew! umit its her way of showing hmu that she can have fun without knowing anyone at all! ew or fucking up sis did u see that shit right there thats all over the ghetto news! and of course someone else knew too... hahaha awkward! so fucking weird it is weird! ok so on to other news the ghetto new yorkers of amsterdam didnt want the ghetto white dick tk ruin the party fuck u bitch! fucking biitch ew! oh hell nah skank ew! she didnt mean to pop her head now do it agen! ew@ skank horror cutz

𝖔𝖍 𝖇𝖔𝖇 𝖍𝖊𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖍𝖒 :) 𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑? 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗

jack shit up to level 9k! hell yea im keeping this one its not ugly at all bitch bitch fuck are u doing?! im going home with stone cold carol daddy keeho 1 second forever u asked me to rider? rider long homee away from the sun bitch ew! hahaha nigger! nigger nation never ever contact me again! about desarae hollins gang or family identity ew!

#surfing #delusionals #princeton high school #bye bye club #keeho #p3k #chanhee #the boyz manga #hard candy get bent #bite hurts

[thewitchthattellstales]

The Baratheon girl was mad because Aemond chose her sister instead. So her jealous self decided to be nasty instead. And yep, Aemond was basically sold off as a husband to the Baratheons to secure their support in the war.

Honestly, I partly understand where she is coming from. Lord Boros had four daughters who he couldn't wait to get rid of, which is rather enforced by his double crossing and offering his daughters on both sides. Those poor girls were raised with only one purpose: to secure a good alliance and husband for their house, as they couldn't be anything else, have a choice, or be an heir to their house. God forbid, Westeros, am I right? Her father very specifically pushed her to him, as she is clever, he said, but Aemond picked another, of whom we have no idea, as this marriage never took place. The next thing that happened is something we are all aware of, and it was followed by war. She clearly was not clever in saying something like that out loud or to him.

No matter how hurt and boiling with anger and jealousy you are, you lose any right you might have the moment you mock and attack someone's disability. For all his life, Aemond told himself that it was a fair exchange that he gained a dragon. That is not true. He gained the dragon without losing an eye in exchange. His eye was taken from him because he bonded with the dragon, who chose him as well. He didn't do it in order to take it, it was anything but a fair exchange. 

Living with one eye, training harder than anyone, and studying harder than anyone in order to make up for it were still not enough. Add to that the fact that Aemond wore an eye patch only to not offend the ladies with his appearance, and when he finally had the chance to confront Lucerys, alone, he showed him what he had done. Side note: It was the first time he really saw what he had done, because afterward he didn't see him for years, and i doubt his mother mentioned it to him, perhaps to protect him, but still. Aemond wanted to scare him but after he was kicked out being told that comment, hinting that you are lesser, incompetant, missing parts that must drove him over the edge. He then followe Lucerys, maybe with the intent to actually kill him after that, he literally screams to him you owe me debt.

Aemond always felt that he didnt belong or fit anywhere like his dragon but for the first time he was also confronted with the idea that he might never even find someone for him, love or joy or have children of his own cause he was seen as lesser, monster with his wound and missing eye mixed with Lucerys it is enough to drive you off the edge and lose any clarity of mind. The person who had robbed him from it was right there and they were alone. Perhaps he wanted to kill him or make him think he would.

sorry if this is too long, i am really passionate about his complex phyche and finding things about him that are never shown or adressed in the series cause he is not the main character. at least he wasnt meant to be.

[imsorryleavethisdamnedplace]

I find it hard to confront people now. If something feels off or if someone is genuinely rude to me I can't bring it up with them. I'd rather just, ignore it or you know, tell myself it's because they're frustrated with something else. I can't handle the idea of telling someone they hurt my feelings and overstepped just to find upon further reflection that I overreacted. That they were well within their rights to treat me like that, that I actually did deserve how they treated me. OR that they didn't mean to treat me poorly or that it wasn't about me at all, that they had a really fucking bad day, or they're really emotionally damaged and I just made it all about me.

I never found a good way to bring up my concerns with her, and a lot of the times I brought up how she hurt me, she always managed to bring up how I hurt her. Or that the way she hurt me was actually my fault. And I BELIEVED HER. I don't trust myself anymore, I don't trust my side of a conflict because of how many times I was wrong with her. ANY FUCKING PROBLEM I had managed to circle back to me, to something I did. All my hardships were the consequences of my actions, and the fact that SHE was damaged, that SHE hurt people through her own trauma, never seemed to factor in. She gave me fucking panic attacks because of her goddamn wrath, but that wasn't allowed to matter. I told myself that it DIDNT matter, because she couldn't mean it, that it was the rough edges from her traumatic past that I'd manged to get cut on. But she did hurt me, and she fucking terrified me, because I watched her burn down bridge after bridge by refusing to listen, or give someone the benefit of the doubt, or accept an apology, or fucking forgive anyone. I waited in fear for that to happen to me. For her wrath to burn down my life because I had wrapped myself so fucking completely up in her that I became tissue paper and she was itching to light the matches. I can always, always, remember my part in this toxic relationship that hurt me. I dismissed her, didn't believe she was capable to run her own life, but I forgot how she hurt me back. She WAS my fucking homewrecker. She came in my life and loved that I cheated on my partner with her because she got to feel special. Never mind that I was trying to repair a damaged and difficult relationship. Never mind that I was vulnerable and heartbroken and lonely and not remotely ready for a new relationship in the aftermath. She was hurt and fucking offended when I told her I was unsure. That I didn't want to date her the day my ex left. That I didn't get a single moment to process that relationship. How it ended, what it showed me about myself. The fact that I wasn't ready to throw my self into oblivion for her was so fucking awful of me to her. And she's fucking feeding off her new girlfriend the same way. She wanted me to hurt myself loving her, because it proved she was worth a kind of love that would kill me. That she was worth killing myself. WELL SHE FUCKING WASNT. FUCK YOU BITCH. FUCK YOU AND YOUR FANTASY.

You always told me I never thought about how you felt. Did you think about how you were hurting me?? I never asked you that. I never asked, because the question is unfair and selfish. I never got time to process what losing my ex meant while we dated, because that hurt your feelings. The fact that I cared at all how he felt, cared about his blood on my hands, was betrayal to you. I changed. Fundamentally as a person, I changed. I needed to give up on the idea that good people exist, because what? Because I had become a bad person. And you liked it that way.

I can't. Bring up. Anything negative. About anyone, or their actions, to their face. I cannot handle conflict. Not constructively. I cannot grasp the ways I get hurt now because every time you hurt me it was all twisted back at me. It was always my fault.

I was so fucking brave to get you out of my life. I never fucking thought I could do it. But I did it! I kicked you motherfucking out and I'm fucking proud of that! I survived! And now I get to be happy! And love somebody, really love them!

I have to relearn how to be soft, and how to be vulnerable, and how to be flexible without forgetting my needs. But I'm going to do it. I'm going to learn. I want to be able to trust people again. To trust my partner.

I deserve that. He deserves that. I will do the work to make it happen.

[goatlingsvent]

hi, im a friend of 2000s, as someone whos asain, im here to say what xe did wasnt meant to offend anyone, nor fetishize EA. 2000s has been fascinated by EA from when xe was way younger because of xyr favorite characters come from Nintendo (obviously Kirby as you can tell), and that company is usually Japanese. Ever since then xe had interest, because xyr childhood game character came from mainly Japan. im not excusing xem or anything like that don't get me wrong, but -

💐

#goatlingsvent

[naughtblog]

I’m a bit late to the memetrain, but remember this one guys?

Accuracy 100%, it’s the Yogscast guarantee!

#this wasnt meant to offend anyone #jfyi #its another meme #whos your fav? #says more bout you than bout the Yogs lelle #Yogscast #meme #Lewis #Martyn #Sjin #Tom #Bouphe #Trott #Pflax #Alsmiffy #Sips

[timelesslords]

it’s just around the corner darling (‘cause it lives in me)

8-year-old Annabeth is supposed to be sleeping. Instead, she overhears a few things she probably shouldn't.

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Aka I get very in my feels about pre-TLT found family and baby Annabeth

“She’s a little kid, of course she’s fuckin’ slow.”

Thalia’s words seemed to turn Annabeth’s blood to ice.

She was supposed to be sleeping, and she almost had been before Grover and Thalia had started yelling at each other outside the door of the safe house they’d just barely made it too.

Well, until Thalia had started yelling at Grover, because Grover didn’t really yell, and he definitely didn’t yell at Thalia, who he always seemed particularly nervous and twitchy around.

All thoughts of sleeping were immediately banished as panic seized Annabeth instead.

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She kept herself as still as possible, eyes shut like she was sleeping. She heard Luke shift, maybe looking over his shoulder.

Annabeth wished she could see his face. Did he think she was slow too? Did Grover want to leave her behind? Luke would never let that happen, Annabeth knew that much, but she couldn’t help the guilt from washing over her anyway. Luke had had to carry her the last few miles tonight because her legs just wouldn’t work anymore, not matter how hard she tried to push them. That had only happened a few times ever, Annabeth made sure of it, but she knew they were trying to go fast now, and they were walking and running more than they ever had before. Luke hadn’t been mad, just scooped her up when he saw her stumbling. But they had gone slower after that, and it was her fault.

Annabeth felt her eyes prickle with tears, and she blinked them into her makeshift pillow. Crying was stupid, and it wasnt going to make her faster. She willed herself to stop before anyone could hear— Luke thought she was asleep, and she didn’t want to admit that she wasn’t.

Thalia and Grover were talking again, but their voices were just barely too quiet for her to make out the words. Thalia sounded mad, and Grover was talking fast, like he was trying to get the words out before Thalia yelled at him again. Annabeth picked up Grover saying “please” a few times, and then Thalia saying “no” very forcefully. They argued for another minute, Annabeth’s heart beating in nervous anticipation for each word.

“Don’t bring it up again,” Thalia snapped, loud enough for Annabeth to hear, and then she heard the door of the safe house being pulled back, and soft footsteps walking inside.

“Is she asleep?” Thalia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. It was a sharp contrast from the tone she’d been using outside with Grover. Luke must have nodded, because Thalia sighed, and Annabeth heard her sitting down.

“What was that all about?” Luke asked. Annabeth could hear the forced casual tone he was putting on. If Annabeth had heard part of the conversation then Luke must have too, but he seemed like he wanted Thalia herself to tell him. Thalia made a displeased noise.

“Grover wants me and him to go ahead. Without you two,” she said, lowering her voice even more than she had when she first entered the safe house. Despite how quiet they were, Annabeth could still practically feel the distaste in her words. Annabeth could feel her heart speeding up uncomfortably. Was Thalia going to leave them behind? But she didn’t sound happy about it at all, and that calmed Annabeth’s nerves a little.

“What did you say?” Luke asked. The forced tone was gone, replaced by irritation, Annabeth thought. It was harder to tell without being able to see his expression, but Annabeth could imagine the frown on his face pretty well.

“I told him where he could stick his furry little hooves,” Thalia muttered bitterly. Annabeth didn’t quite understand what that meant, but judging from the way Luke snorted it was probably kind of rude.

“Bet he liked that,” Luke said, sarcastically.

“Whatever. He’s the reason we’re behind anyway,” Thalia said.

She sounded angry. Annabeth knew that shouldn’t make her feel good. Thalia being mad never tended to end well, regardless of where her anger was directed. But Annabeth couldn’t help but feel a rush of relief anyway. If Thalia was angry at Grover’s suggestion then that meant wasn’t leaving.

At the same time, her words filled Annabeth with dread. They were behind, and that was bad, and Annabeth was slowing them down. Even Thalia had said so.

“Why did he want to split up at all? Isn’t three fighters better than one?” Luke asked. The forced casualness was back, and Annabeth didn’t like it, but she couldn’t help but feel a little burst of pride that he’d counted her as one of the fighters in the group.

Thalia sighed again, and Annabeth heard a scraping noise. A second later the heat from the campfire flared.

“He said it would be faster,” Thalia said finally, reluctantly, “And that it might be safer for you two to not have me around.”

“That’s bullshit,” Luke said, angrily.

“I… I don’t know. Maybe.”

“What, you think you’re special?” Luke said, though now his tone was laced with amusement.

“Well apparently I smell extra tasty,” Thalia replied, only a hint sarcastic. Luke laughed, low and quiet.

“I don’t think it matters,” he said, “Annie had monsters crawling all over her all by herself.”

Annabeth had to actively repress a shudder at the thought. She couldn’t move, couldn’t let them figure out she was awake— they would stop talking about adult things and she would miss it.

“That’s true,” Thalia said, though she didn’t sound entirely convinced.

“You’re not thinking about it, are you?”

“Of course I’m not,” Thalia said, sounding offended that Luke had even asked, “I’m pissed he even brought it up, especially after Annabeth was the one to save all our asses from that cyclops. He kept saying she’s slowing us down but we’d all be dead without her.”

Annabeth felt the same mixture of dread and pride as before. She was useful enough to not leave behind. Even if she was slow, and thinking of the cyclops cave made her want to cry.

“Asshole. He’s the one slowing us down, not knowing where the fuck he’s going,” Luke muttered darkly.

“I almost feel bad for the guy,” Thalia sighed. Annabeth heard more scraping and felt the fire flare again. “I mean he’s a kid just like us.”

“A kid who’s going to get us all killed if we’re not careful.”

Thalia hummed in agreement, and they were quiet for a minute. Annabeth didn’t really know what to think. She liked Grover— he was funny and he let her touch his hooves and he taught her how to play hacky sack— but she could tell that Luke didn’t and Thalia was starting not to. And Grover apparently didn’t like her. Or he thought she was slow, at least— but that made Thalia and Luke mad, even if they thought it was true. It was all very confusing, but she thought Luke and Thalia were on her side, at least.

“Is it weird I like watching her sleep?” Thalia asked, finally. With a start Annabeth realized they were talking about her. She tried extra hard to keep her breathing even.

“Why, ‘cause she’s not chattering your ear off?” Luke teased. Annabeth heard a soft thump and Luke’s laughter, and knew Thalia had probably punched him in the arm.

“I’d have her chat my ear off any day than have her be quiet like she’s been,” Thalia said. Luke didn’t reply. The only sound in the room was the crackling of the campfire. Annabeth could feel both their eyes on her, and she forced herself to keep looking asleep.

“I think the whole cyclops thing really freaked her out,” Thalia sighed, when Luke hadn’t spoken for a minute.

“Of course it freaked her out, she watched us all almost get eaten,” he snapped, his voice angry. Annabeth’s stomach turned. She tried to keep her expression smooth, even though she could practically smell the cyclops’ lair again. She resisted the urge to wrinkle her nose, or better yet, open her eyes and confirm that she wasn’t back there again. Their voices weren’t good enough to do that anymore, not after the monster had stolen them. She repressed another shudder.

“Well that’s why we have to get to this camp thing, right? So she doesn’t have to see shit like that anymore.”

Thalia sounded calm, not mad, but when Luke spoke again he still sounded angry.

“Bit late for that,” he said, voice quiet and bitter, and Thalia sighed again.

“Better late than never.”

Luke didn’t say anything.

Annabeth felt nerves swoop through her stomach. Did Luke not want to go to camp? He’d made it sound nice when he’d told her about it, but now he just sounded mad. Thalia wanted to, and that was a comforting thought for a minute until Annabeth remembered that Grover had wanted to split them up. But Thalia had also said she wasn’t leaving, and she’d sounded sure about that. Everything was so confusing, and Annabeth didn’t know how to figure it out. It didn’t help that her brain felt dizzy from being tired.

It took a while for either of them to talk again, to the point where Annabeth had almost drifted off to sleep for real. When Thalia spoke again her voice was quiet, so much so that Annabeth almost thought she dreamed it.

“She looks relaxed. Like a normal kid on a camping trip or something. That’s why I like watching her sleep.”

Luke sighed, heavy and deep.

“You should get some too,” he said, not really acknowledging Thalia’s words.

“You need to rest too,” Thalia said, lightly, “Grover’s keeping watch.”

Luke snorted again at that, but it was much less humorous this time. Thalia didn’t seem amused, anyway.

“Come on. You’re exhausted.”

“I’ll wake you up in a few hours and we can switch,” Luke said. Thalia made an annoyed noise, but didn’t say anything else. Annabeth felt someone lie down next to her, felt light fingers adjust the jacket she was using as a blanket so it covered her arms more fully.

Annabeth didn’t want to sleep. She knew there would be nightmares waiting for her the second she slipped out of consciousness, and she didn’t want to see them again.

But they would be walking a lot tomorrow, and she couldn’t walk if she was tired. And if she couldn’t walk then she would slow them down even more than she already was.

So instead of resisting it anymore, she let the exhaustion wash over her, pulling her into bad dreams. It would be okay in the morning. Her family would be there when she woke up, and she wasn’t going to let them down.

#it’s about the found family of it all ya know #annabeth chase #pre-TLT #Thalia grace #luke castellan #PJO #PJO fic #baby Annabeth #percy jackson fanfiction #Percy Jackson fic #percy jackson #pjo #pjo fic #I swear I’m still working on the PD2 AU!!! this just hit me over the head I had to write it #I made this on mobile so I’m sorry if the formatting is ass lol

[herotune]

Hello there! I wanted to ask you why you don't want that BBC Sherlock fans interact with your Art? I'm a BBC fan, but I'm a fan of canon and other Sherlock interpretations too. Furthermore, I don't want to offend you, so maybe I can understand.

ok so disclaimer at the start: im not. mad at you for sending this ask; if i sound angry explaining this its because the show breaks my heart and the things eggs benedict has said in interviews make my blood boil but like i do want to give u a fair explanation

also. PLEASE if anyone wants to re/blog this just dont. i dont want this to take off in any way i just. want to explain why the show makes me uncomfortable.

i did kind of explain in the tags on this post: [link] but i think i need to fix my theme bc i dont think it shows tags on desktop so i'll explain again. i actually have. a lot to say about it and im gonna put a longer explanation under a cut but basically:

TLDR; i think both the show and its stars are really ableist homophobic and racist (mr cummerbund is especially monstrously ableist and even if you dont read the rest of the post i do highly recommend you look up what hes said about autistic people before continuing to support the show) and i just. dont want ppl who like it interacting with me

but i also think the show itself really is. the antithesis to the original stories on all fronts and just utterly lacks the humanity and compassion the og stories were full of and changed the public perception of the character of sherlock holmes significantly for the worse.

sherlock holmes was never meant to be an asshole and is in fact consistently an incredibly sweet kind and sincere person full of compassion and consideration for others in the stories and it just breaks my heart that the b/b/c version threw everything good about the books out and made everyone think holmes was an asshole who doesnt give a shit about others when thats Never who he was in the first place.

and then all the gay baiting pisses me off bc holmes is really heavily coded as gay in the og stories imo but its hard to talk about it bc the concepts been ruined for a lot of ppl bc of the show.

and thats basically it.

and this is already. Really long but longer explanation under cut:

huge warning for ableism and homophobia here but i really REALLY hate mr eggs benedict whose name i refuse to say correctly. hes said a lot of really vile things in interviews including this idiotic shit about alan turing:

and this NIGHTMARISHLY ableist mess about autistic people:

both of which are from this interview: [link]

and THIS also equally nightmarishly ableist mess AGAIN about autistic people:

which is from THIS interview: [link]

i shouldnt have to explain why this is fucking horrible. as a gay man and as someone whos both autistic and adhd i find his comments like. legitimately monstrous for a lot of obvious reasons.

i shouldnt have to explain why its horrible to say that alan turing “wasnt camp” so it’s ok to not address the fact he was gay. i shouldnt have to explain why its horrible to compare autistic people to frankensteins monster or say that we’re “all about bodily functions” or that autistic ppl are permanent mental one year olds or that someone who’s brilliant can’t possibly be autistic because it’d give us “false hope.” (and calling sherlock a sociopath is a whole other can of worms idk if i can even begin to unpack)

all of this is legitimately horrible and evil on its own and if you cant understand that i really REALLY dont want u interacting with me at all and would prefer you just block me right now.

but its also really hurtful because it's really obvious to me from the og stories that holmes is both autistic and adhd. he’s actually one of the most textbook accurate complex and human depictions of someone whos autistic and adhd ive ever seen in my entire life and it just. Really hurts that the show deliberately refuses to acknowledge it and tries to take away representation we genuinely already HAVE in the books because it would give us “false hope.”

you Cannot replicate holmes as a character and his thought process without recognizing he’s both adhd and autistic. holmes has nonverbal episodes, he has intense hyperfocus and special interests (watson actually describes his interests in stuff like violins and criminology as him having made a “special study” of each and holmes describes his interest in criminology as his “special subject” at one point)

his thought process as described in the books also very much mirrors adhd “ive connected so many dots so quickly that i cant even really explain how i got here and nobody knows what im talking about because there was only one passenger on this runaway train of thought and its me and i wasnt even fully aware of the whole ride either” where like, he’ll make observations in an instant n then have to walk back and figure out how to explain things again (for example he does that a lot in the og book version of a study in scarlet)

and he does tend to take things literally quite a bit. there’s a few times in the stories (like the gloria scott and when watson gives holmes his brothers pocket watch in the sign of the four) where people will ask him to use his observational skills on them and he’ll do it to the best of his ability because he took their request completely literally n did exactly what they asked, without recognizing some of the things he was observing might be too personal or might be upsetting (and when he recognizes that he Has said something that upset them he genuinely apologizes and tries to make up for it and walks them through how he knew these things because he genuinely did not mean to upset them and actually cares about how they feel)

and this isnt even like. everything that makes it incredibly and unambiguously clear hes autistic and adhd. but this post is like so fucking long already but basically. i dont think there’s any room for doubt that he’s autistic and adhd in the og stories and its such a pervasive obvious and intrinsic part of his character that if someone can’t recognize it its usually because theyve got some incredibly awful ableist hangups about autistic and adhd people and dont think we’re human beings (like mr fucking cumberpatch)

and this isnt even getting into the horrible misogyny lesbophobia and biphobia with irene adler, the racism in episodes like the blind banker, the racist and misogynistic comments ma/rtin free/man made about lucy li/u, and all the other horrible shit associated with that show.

there’s quite a few things in some of the og stories that havent aged well bc they were written in the 1800s and i fucking hate it but like. theres still a lot of good in them and its INFURIATING and heartbreaking to me that the b/b/c had every opportunity to update the stories for the present day but they refused to and actually KEPT some of the things that hadnt aged well while simultaneously tossing out basically everything good about them.

there’s a lot about that show that i will never forgive and i could go on but im gonna. stop here bc this post is a mile long and i should maybe just make a 5 hour long video essay about it but whatever.

basically. i think if you can read all this and know all this about the show and still like it i would really rather you just. leave me alone

and since a lot of this is present in the show itself i dont really, fully believe that ppl just arent aware of the problems with it even if they hadnt read mar/tin free/man and eggs benedicts monstrous comments in interviews. like yeah yeah you can enjoy things critically but after a certain point it just. crosses a line and for me personally this show really does and i would really rather ppl who like the show just. not interact with me.

that’s all.

#sky writing #priority mail #anon #i dont. think i want to or am going to answer too many asks about this but i did. want to explain here

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: Negans wives become jealous after he begins to like the new woman who has joined the sanctuary. Taking advantage of her innocence and English not being her main language, the girls plot against her, making Negan go back on one of his own rules.]

Got Negan speaking some spanish.

Smut

Negan and Valentina. PART ONE

"My oh my..." Negan squinted his eyes at the sight of you across the room from him. Not paying attention to who was watching you, you continued organizing cans of fruit as you were told to do that day.

"Is that the new chick you bought here this morning?" Negan looked over at Simon beside him.

"Yeah, I put her on supply duty. Her english isnt so good but she moves quick."

Negan looked back at you, your caramel complexion and long wavy hair catching his attention.

"And why the hell have I not been introduced to her?" Negan responded with a raised brow.

"You're the one who said not to bother you if I found people I felt could fit in here. Trust my judgement, dont you?" Simon asked Negan noticing he wouldnt take his eyes off you.

"Of course I do. I also trust you to tell me when a fine piece of ass joins us, she might want to join the others," he explained referring to his wives. His response causing Simon to shake his head.

"Ehh...shes a little different from the other ones buddy. That's why I didnt mention her."

"Different? How?" Negan asked with interest as he turned to Simon.

"Shes a quiet one."

"The quietest ones are the freakiest," Negan grinned as he chewed on a toothpick.

"What's her name?"

"Valentina," Simon answered crossing his arms. Negan slid the toothpick around his mouth with his tongue before pulling it out and flicking it to the side.

"I'll be right back," Simon watched as Negan made his way to you knowing exactly what he would try to do.

"Excuse me, Miss Valentina is it?" Negan spoke in a charming voice as you continued organizing the cans straight in a box.

"Shit, I dont think I've been properly introduced to you. I do run this place so I should know everyone here, shouldn't I?" Immeditaly you stopped what you were doing and looked up at him with a look of embarrassment.

"I did not know this was your place. My apologies." Negan frowned at you not expecting your politeness or being so attracted to the sound of your accent.

"No need for an apology, darling. Im Negan and it is my upmost pleasure to meet you." Negan spoke charismatically as he slowly checked out what was before him from head to toe. The look of innocence pulled Negan more towards you. Smiling at him you shyly crossed your arms not knowing what else to say.

"How about I give you a tour of my Sanctuary."

"A tour?" You answered with a puzzled expression.

"What's that?" You asked, not knowing too much English there was many words you did not understand.

"A tour, when someone shows you around. Shit, I'll be your personal host. What do you say, honey?"

"Oh, I guess. Yes." Your response exciting Negan.

Negan showed you the men at work, he showed you where everyone got together to eat and then he left his wives for last. He led you into a room with four women. Slightly confused by how they were dressed and how their faces changed when they saw Negan, you did not say a word.

"Dont be shy, sweetheart." Feeling his hand on your lower back as he gently pushed you close inside you smiled nervously.

"These women here are my dear, dear wives." Negan looked back at you to see your reaction. With a frown you looked at each of them as they stared back at you.

"Wives? All of them? I dont understand."

"Mmmhm." Negan bit his bottom lip with a smile.

"These women get special access to many things here at the Sanctuary and all they have to do is be my wife."

Negan explaining to you the rule did not notice the way one of his wives Sara, was looking at you. Right away you began to feel uncomfortable that this man had all these women, you were not sure if he was trying to come on to you with the offer.

"That is um....very nice-" you struggled to find the right words as you took a step back.

"I should get back to my work," Negan fully turned to you with your response.

"See that's the best part," he spoke in a matter of fact tone.

"As my wife you dont have to do any of that work, sweetheart." Standing still, you observed the way he looked at you. Clearly, he was attracted to you.

"In my country...we work for our needs. We work hard...nothing is for free."

"Hm," Negan responded as he looked down at you. He respected your way of thinking, if anything it made him more interested.

"I cant argue with that, darling." Negan winked at you as he stood beside you. The women watched the way he placed his hand on your lower back once again as he led you out of the room. You were the first woman to deny Negans offer but they saw the way he looked at you. They could tell he liked you and they didnt want to share Negan with anyone else.

The next few days you continued to work with the supplies as you had planned. Negan watched as you helped around with the kids, he thought you were a very sweet woman. He thought you had a softer touch than the others. Today you took a different task and helped with the cooking, you didnt notice how much Negan had his eyes on you. The man was captivated by your beauty. As you cut up the vegetables in the kitchen, Negan quietly entered. Humming to yourself, he entered the room and took it upon himself to stand beside you.

"Mind if I keep you company, sweetheart?"

"If that's what you like," your accent making him smirk. Negan leaned against the counter with his arms crossed, an amused expression on his face.

"What?" You looked up at him confused.

"Nothing...its just the way you speak."

His response making you frown, you weren't sure to be offended or not.

"What's wrong with the way I speak?"

Negan chuckled as he stepped closer to you.

"Oh...absolutely, nothing. I actually find it kind of..sexy." He answered with a grin making you look away shyly.

"I know men like you." Negan frowned as you responded with a soft voice.

"Men like me? What's that suppose to mean?"

"Que se-" you cut yourself off not meaning to respond in spanish.

"I mean-"

"Woah woah woah. What was that?" Negan leaned in closer to you.

"Were you about to just tell me off in Spanish?" He asked with half a smile, he couldn't deny it. The sound of you losing your patience in your first language aroused him.

"Please....go on," Negan teased.

"What I was going to say..was that-"

"In spanish, Valentina," the sound in his voice sounding like an order.

"Te gusta coquetear. You like to flirt...you chase after many women...womanizer."

"Mmmmm..." Negan bit his bottom lip and shook his body liking the sound of you talking in your language before he took another step closer.

"Well just for your information, Valentina. I dont chase after women, I flirt. But I cant help when a woman catches my eye like no other has..." His husky voice making you look up at him staring directly down at you.

"And I have to admit, you've really caught my eye." You could feel your cheeks begin to blush before turning away shyly.

"I better finish cooking." Nervously you responded continuing to chop up the vegetables as Negan remained beside you. Feeling his eyes heavily on you, you began to cut faster when suddenly you sliced your finger.

"Ow!" Negan turned serious at the sound of your scream.

"Shit." He instantly took hold of your hand taking a close look at your cut.

"I'm fine, I just-"

"Come here." Negan took you by your wrist to the table and sat you down across from him.

"Its nothing, Negan-"

"You cut yourself pretty fucking deep." Negan pulled out a small bottle of whiskey from his pocket and opened it with his mouth before quickly pouring some on your wound. You gasped trying to pull your hand back but he held you tightly.

"Easy, honey." Negan blew lightly on your wound as he looked at you and relieved the burning sensation.

"Better? Or am I going to get told off again in spanish?" Negan teased making you playfully scowl at him.

"Let me see this." Negan grabbed a cloth and patted it dry. Quietly you watched how gently he moved, how softly he touched your fingers. You had to admit, you were surprised to see a man like him move so lightly with his hands. He seemed so concerned with your wound. Sara, one of his wives unexpectedly walked in catching your hand in his as he treated you. Quickly you pulled away and stood up noticing the irritated look in her eyes.

"Sara, you need something?" Negan turned to her as she changed the expression on her face.

"No, we were just looking for you. All of us have been looking for you." Sara responded as you turned away wrapping your finger in a bandage.

"Alright. I'll be right there. You can go." Sara not liking his response turned and left the room as Negan stood up and walked towards you.

"You always carry a bottle of that stuff on you?" You asked with your back to him.

"Some times, never know when a pretty lady might accidentally wound herself." He teased making you laugh.

"I'm not so bad after all, am I?" His voice made you smile as you tied your finger up.

"You're still a womanizer," you responded playfully.

"Till one catches my eye." Negans tone wasnt as playful as yours, he meant what he said. Not knowing what to respond to that you changed the subject.

"Well thank you, even though it burned," you laughed as he stood behind you.

"I would've finished taking care of it if you didnt get up and run away so fast."

"Its okay, you're a busy man. Your wives are waiting."

"Let them wait." Negan responded not knowing Sara was hearing eveything behind the door. Never had Negan neglected his time with his wives before and they did not like this.

"I got it. Let me finish cooking, I'll see you around." You turned to him with a smile before continuing to make dinner.

Sara had already been complaining to the other women on how much attention Negan had been giving you. Not realizing just how much these women were growing to despise you, you went about your days not thinking of them. Negan on the other hand bought a smile to your lips everytime he came to mind. Everyday he took time out of his day to have some conversation with you. You would always catch him staring at you from afar, it made your heart flutter. He respected the fact that you didnt want to be one of his wives, that you werent like the others but that's what seemed to make him like you more. A couple days later you found yourself back on supply duty. Negan stood by the door as you marked off the number of each item on your clipboard.

"Everything going good?" The sound of his voice instantly make your heart skip a beat. Turning to him with a sweet smile he walked towards you.

"Yes, everything is great."

"Let me take a look at what you've got going on here." Negan stood right behind you looking over your shoulder as he read over what you had written down. The feel of his body so close behind you made your breathing begin to grow unsteady.

"Shit, this looks about right." He murmured behind you. Negan took a peak at the sight of your cleavage watching your chest rise and fall quickly, he could tell you were nervous with him standing so close.

"So, is good?" You questioned him before swallowing nervously.

"Valentina, tell me...how do I say 'very good' in spanish?" He asked close to you.

"Um..its muy bien," Negan licked his lips at the sound of your voice.

"Muy bien," Negans deep voice sent shivers down your spine, you had to admit he sounded smooth.

"Did that sound good?" He asked slowly, it was hard not to show how much you liked it.

"Mhm," Negan grinned behind you hearing the nervous excitement in your tone.

"How about..beautiful?" You suddenly felt Negans hand gently take hold of your waist making you softly gasp.

"Negan.."

"Say it." Taking a deep breath you hesitantly responded.

"Hermosa."

"Hermosa," he whispered behind your ear seductively, you could tell he was trying to turn you on and it was working until you remembered his wives.

"Negan-" you spoke breathlessly finally turning to face him.

"What are you doing? You know how I feel-"

"No I dont. Tell me again," his eyes were intense, he was turned on just as much, if not more than you were. His hands pulled you close against him as you looked up at him hesitantly.

"I'm not one of your wives...that's not who I am..we cant..-" you spoke but your eyes did not follow. He could tell how weak you were, how close you were to giving in to him. He leaned his forehead on yours, making you feel his breath touch your lips.

"Negan....I dont like being with someone who has...who has others."

"I havent touched them since we met," Negan spoke hoarsley. And it was true, the man couldnt bring himself to be sexually aroused by them with how much he thought of you since he met you. You found it hard to believe but it was true. Finally you both closed your eyes and let each others lips press against each other. Negan groaned with his mouth on yours, for so long he had been wanting to taste you. Not as one of his wives, not as just another woman he wanted but a woman he longed for. His lips trailed down the side of your jaw onto your neck as he sucked on it making you moan. Lost in the passion neither of you heard someone enter the room, that someone being Sara.

"Negan," her demanding voice making you jump back turning away from him as you fixed your hair.

"God dammit, what did I tell you about interrupting me?" He yelled at her in frustration.

"I'm sorry, I'll go." Embarrassed and angry, not expecting him to react this way, she left the room as Negan followed to where you moved.

"Now...where were we?" He pulled you against him making you put your hand to his chest to stop him.

"Negan no, I'm sorry. Those girls dont like me-"

"You think I give a shit?"

"Its not just that, I dont do this like this. I'm not one of them." You struggled to explain to the best of your ability in english. Negan felt frustration run through him, so turned on he could burst knowing he was so close to having you. So close until someone barged in and interrupted the moment. Negans breathing was heavy, you could tell how much he wanted you.

"Dont let her ruin what was happening between us."

"Its not her-"

"Then what the fuck is it?!" He suddenly yelled making you back away.

"You dont yell at me! Quien crees que eres!?" Negan raised his brows, a sudden smirk slowly forming on his face.

"So that's what it takes for you to talk to me like that huh? And what exactly did you just say?" Negan stepped closer as you crossed your arms holding the clipboard against you.

"Not that it matters because either way you sound so sexy..." Negan couldnt hide his arrogant and flirtatious side.

"Who do you think you are?" You repeated so he could understand.

"Thinking because you are the leader of this place you can yell at me or fuck me when you want-"

"Oh baby, talking dirty to me now?" Negan was amused by your reaction, his response only irritating you more.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry." Negan finally gave in, as much as he liked the sound of you speaking in Spanish, he didnt like you being angry with him. As this whole time, you had never become angry with him.

"But if you must know, that's not the way I think, doll. I actually fucking like you." He admitted making you blush.

"Do I wanna fuck you? Of course I do, cant you see how fucking hard you have me? I can't lie about that but, I also fucking like you. Do you see me making any god damn time for my wives? Why do you think they constantly come looking for me when I'm with you?" Negan had a point, either way at that moment you didnt want to speak about it any longer.

"I think I should continue with my work, I'll talk to you later." Turning your back to him you continued to count over the items, Negan walked out in frustration cursing at himself.

Sara angrily ran to the other women and told them what she had just witnessed.

"So that's why hes barely been with us this past month, hes been with that broad," one wife complained.

"Hes never done this before when other women arrived, what makes that chick so special?" Another complained with frustration.

"I dont know but we've got to think of something to get rid of her. She needs to go." Sara responded when suddenly Negan pushed the door open.

"Sara, can I see you for a moment." Negan called out for her making her smile, not realizing Negan was in anything but a good mood.

"Yes, Negan," she responded happily as she closed the door behind her and faced him.

"Do me a favor dont fucking look for me unless I look for you. Dont ask of me, dont call for me, forget I'm fucking here. Understood?"

Sara's jaw dropped not expecting him to ever act this way with her.

"Y-yes. Sure." Angrily he walked off, only confirming the thought in her head that you indeed had to go.

Sara and the women had planned on introducing themselves to you, as they had never spoken to you themselves. As you finished organizing the supply room and locked the door shut you turned to find Negans wives standing outside the door.

"Um hi," nervously you smiled at them as you felt strongly that they disliked you.

"Hi, Valentina right?"

"Yes."

"My name is Sara, this is Susan, Sherry and Lisa."

"Hi, its very nice to meet you." You werent able to look Sara in the eye knowing she had just seen you and Negan together...kissing.

"I know, we havent really met..but why not right?" All the girls laughed simultaneously as you smiled awkwardly.

"We wanted to ask if you'd like to join us for dinner?"

"I-um sure," being completely caught off guard you weren't sure what to say. The girls happily walked with you to the kitchen and you sat with them quietly.

"Look Sara, about what you saw-"

"What about it?" Sara responded playfully.

"We've all been there with him, now it's your turn. Dont feel bad." She laughed as you felt a kick to your gut. You knew Negan had many wives and fooled around with everyone but you still didnt like hearing it.

"He did that with all of us, whenever one of us were new, we were his main priority for a certain time." She lied through her teeth, she knew none of them ever got personal treatment this way. She saw the disappointment in your eyes.

"Oh. I understand." Your expression quickly changing, the girls could tell you liked Negan and was hurt by what you heard.

Their plan of pretending to be nice to you to gain trust was working, the things they told you of Negan made you never want to speak to him. You felt like a fool falling for his words, how could you be so dumb? The man had so many wives and you for some reason thought you were special? Walking outside with them after dinner instantly caught Negans attention. He frowned and squinted his eyes from where he was watching you speak to his wives. Negan had a funny feeling about this and didnt like the sight of it.

"Oh shit, hes coming," you heard one of the girls whisper when Negan suddenly showed up before all of you, his eyes directly on you.

"Ladies."

"Hi, Negan," they all spoke together while you stayed silent making him step up to you.

"I dont get a hello, Valentina?"

"Negan," you muttered low making him look at the other women strangely.

"Valentina....I'd like to have a talk with you. Alone."

"I'd rather not."

"I didnt ask," he shot back making you look up at him. Looking back at his wives as Negan walked ahead, you could tell they were annoyed but, what could you do. Quietly you followed Negan far from where his wives stood before he turned to you with a very serious look.

"I dont want you talking to them."

"Why not?"

"Cause I said so. I dont trust it," you scoffed rolling your eyes.

"What dont you trust? That they're making me see you for who you really are?"

Negan frowned stairing down at you, his eyes looking directly into yours.

"What are they telling you about me?" He spoke low leaning his face close to yours.

Before you could respond Sara suddenly appeared besides both of you.

"Negan I have to tell you something."

"God dammit Sara, havent you learned-"

"I'm pregnant," you gasped at her words. A heart sinking feeling as you felt a knot in your throat. Sara was desperate to push you away in any way she could.

"Excuse me?" Negan looked at her puzzled as he walked towards her slowly.

"I-I should go." You began to walk away before Negan reached back and grabbed your arm without turning back to you.

"No Valentina. Stay right here. Now, what the fuck did you say, Sara?"

"I'm- I'm pregnant, Negan."

"Bullshit," he responded coldly.

"What the fuck do you think you're trying to do?" He spoke with a low angry voice, he knew exactly what Sara was up to and he wasnt going to let it happen.

"Its true, I am."

"I havent touched you in over a month."

"Did you forget that time in the supply closet?" She asked with wicked eyes, you looked away in shock, feeling disgust.

"Oh you want to play that fucking game with me?" Negan yelled at Sara charging towards her as she stared up at him boldly.

"Go back to the fucking room. Get the hell out of my face." Sara looked over at you in disapproval before storming off back inside. Negan turned back to find you with glossy eyes, he could tell you were attempting to hold back tears.

"Valentina-"

"I should've known. I knew you was a womanizer, a man with many-many wives." You struggled to express yourself properly.

"Val, shes lying. I havent touched her since I met you. I didnt want to."

"My name is Valentina," you snapped at him with your accent emphasizing on your name.

"And it doesnt matter, we are not you know...um a couple or whatever-"

"We can be."

"I dont want to be one of your wives!"

"I dont want you as one of them god dammit, I dont even want them!" Negan yelled making you silent. You didnt know what to believe with everything they had told you.

"I just want to go to my room." You responded in a calm manner as you looked away.

"Then go," Negan walked off angrily that you wouldnt believe him, angry that he ever lived the way he did at all. Quietly you went off to your room just wanting to cool off. Negan headed to where the wives were to discipline them and happened to walk into the hallway hearing them talk their next plan out.

"We have to get rid of her, hes not giving up on her and shes-"

"Shes not going to leave, she has nowhere to go, " Sherry responded.

"And Negan sure as hell wont make her leave. We're stuck with her."

"Unless......unless we do something to her." Sara suggested as Negan over heard with a straight face.

"What do you mean do something to her? Like hurt her?" Susan asked in excitement.

"Yeah, I mean, Negan wont know. He can just think it's an accident." Negan pressed his lips together angrily at the thought of anyone hurting you.

"What do you girls say?" Sara asked looking at all of them eager for a response. It didnt take long for them all to agree. Negan had a rule to never hurt women, but hearing them even think of hurting you made him want to bend some rules.

"We'll just get her one day while Negans out of the sanctuary. Trick her into being alone with us-" The women suddenly gasped at the sound of Negan entering the room.

"Negan, we weren't expecting you," Sara laughed nervously hoping he hadn't heard anything.

"Oh, I know that," Negan responded sarcastically as he stood before them.

"I needed to have a talk with you ladies. Now you ladies know what one of my number one rules are, dont you?"

"Yeah, to not do any harm to women." Lisa responded confidently.

"Exactly, now what are some things I hate?" Negan stepped closer in a very slow manner.

"Lies," responded one wife.

"Being crossed," responded another as Negan slowly pulled out his gun.

"Exactly! Now do you ladies know what this is?" They watched as he placed a silencer on his gun before pointing it at a random space.

"Is that a-" before Sherry could finish he pointed the gun at Lisa and shot her dead making all of them scream.

"So I heard from a little bird that you guys had a plan." Negan pointed again and shot Sherry.

"Shit-" Sara muttered in fear in shock at the cold blooded action Negan was taking.

Quietly you sat on your bed not being able to stop thinking about Negan. Were you actually starting to have feelings for this man? Maybe you should've let him really express himself to you, you knew those women didnt like you after all. With a sigh you stood up and decided to go find Negan and really have a one on one conversation with him.

Negan had by now shot down everyone besides Sara, terrified she put her hands up as Negan walked towards her.

"You thought you could cross me and get away with it?" Negan smirked as she shook her head.

"I...I apologize. I p-p-promise I wont-"

"A little to late for that dont you think?"

Walking towards the main room you could see the door cracked so you knew he was in there. Just as you reached the door you slowly opened it to a sight you would never forget.

"Ne-" you gasped just as Negan pulled the trigger and shot Sara through the head. You let out a scream covering your mouth in shock, Negan turned to you as you observed what was before you.

"Valentina," the look of complete terror in your eyes you couldnt believe what you saw. Visibly shaking, your eyes fell on him then back to his gun still in his hand. Quickly putting it away he took a step forward making you scream taking a step back. Negan could tell he had just instilled fear into you, fear of him.

"Valentina, sweetheart.. I can explain."

Not saying a word as you struggled to breathe you slowly took another step back before making a quick run for it.

"Valentina!" Negan yelled running after you catching you from behind in the middle of the hallway. You screamed as he covered your mouth and held you against him not letting you go.

"I'm not gonna hurt you!" He yelled as you cried trying to get away from him before he pulled you down on the floor against him.

"Shh, listen to me," his hand still over your mouth as he held your arms down around you.

"I had to do it," Negan whispered in your ear out of breath. He could feel you trembling against him, he hated knowing he made you feel this way.

"You think I wanted to do that? You know I dont hurt women but...those women wanted to hurt you. And I wasnt going to fucking allow that." You cried trying to push his hands away, you didnt believe him.

"I know you're scared but you have to trust me dammit!" Negan having more strength than you exhausted you, finally you gave up out of breath against him. Feeling you relax in his arms he slowly dropped his hand away from your mouth. Hesitantly you looked back at him in a way you had never looked at him before.

"No.. don't do that." He whispered looking down at you.

"Dont look at me like I'm a damn monster," you couldnt help noticing the blood splatter on the bottom side of Negans face before looking back into his eyes.

"You killed those women..." you spoke in a shaky voice.

"You werent suppose to see that."

Shaking your head in disbelief you kept picturing all four of their bodies laying dead on the floor. You couldnt believe the same man so gentle with your wound could do so much damage. You had no idea the kinds of things Negan had done.

"No....I-this isnt right.." you slowly began to push yourself away before quickly standing up and rushing off. Just wanting to get away from him you ran into a random room not realizing it was his bedroom. Before you could rush back out Negan entered and locked the door behind him.

"Now you're gonna hear me."

"Negan, please I want to go. Please." You began to cry as he walked towards you with deeply knitted brows.

"You think I'm gonna hurt you?" You couldnt look him in the eye as he stood inches away from you.

"Those women wanted you dead which is why they're dead and you think I'd fucking hurt you?" Slowly blinking through your tears you looked up at him hesitantly.

"Dead?" You whispered confused.

"Yes they wanted you dead and they were going to hurt you the next time I wasnt around and I would've killed them then too." Looking down you noticed the view of his gun, instantly making you uncomfortable. Negan followed your eyes and could tell it made you feel unsafe.

"You want me to put it away, then will you fucking listen to me?"

Without you saying a word he slowly pulled it out of his pocket and hid it in a drawer beside him.

"Why?" You suddenly asked looking up at him innocently.

"Why what?"

"Why for me...you do this? I dont understand I-"

"I thought I made myself clear about that, sweetheart." Negan slowly stepped closer to you not wanting to frighten you.

"I cant help when a woman catches my eye and I haven't had a woman catch my eye in a long fucking time."

Got cut off with this post, I'll post part 2 in a bit!

#jeffrey dean morgan #the walking dead negan #negan x you #negan fan fiction #negan twd #twd fic

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omg im so sorry! i wasnt trying to make him out to be forceful! and the pov wasn’t just meant for you btw, it was meant for ANYONE who comes across your page to imagine themselves in! and y/n DID want to go out with him, y/n was just being stubborn because they didn’t want to see his proud/smug reaction if they did finally say yes! the only reason he kept trying is because he knew and y/n also knew that they were in love with kaeya! i should have made that clearer! sorry to anyone i may have offended! im also sorry to you pocket. the last thing i want is to make a character or anyone i attempt to portray come off as someone who can’t take no for an answer. 💖

oh, don't worry! I didn't assume you meant it entirely for me ^w^ i just responded cuz it was sent TO me if that makes sense! and I wasn't offended at all, maybe I should've made that clearer in the post >,<

I suppose that makes sense o: I think I'm just a different person so it's less MY style but yeah I'm sure people could definitely like that still. whether it's hard to get or just wanting to be a little stubborn o:

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#🌸─ pocket tries #⊱ ─ anonymous #i was never upset to begin with ^w^ #i promise! #especially if it came off as i was