#we wont pull it off i dont have that much motivation

[unlimitedhearts]

I’m dreading the third game of Spiderman might kill off Harry :/ either he’s goblin (solo or probably along with daddy-o) and dies a la Hero Sacrifice. Or kept comatose and in the end with grim results the decision is to pull the plug on him. idk I feel Harry’s fate is doom and gloom. But they could have killed Harry at the end of this sequel giving a strong motivation for Norman to be the Goblin and hatred for Spider-Man…yet they didn’t. idk rambling thoughts. What do you think?

Personally i can see both options. I saw someone in the tags of my last headcanon post say that it wouldnt make sense to save him from death in this game only to kill him in the next. On some level i get that, why wait when you could do it now?

I have two worst case scenarios in my head:

Harry wakes up from his coma w amnesia a la the third Tobey Maguire movie. Hes unaware of Pete being Spider-Man and Peter, thinking hes protecting Harry, wont tell him. This may cause a rift in their friendship when Harry finds out - or if Norman ends up going goblin and dies - Spider-Man is to blame in Harrys eyes and he'll go after him then. To me this is a tired trope of Harry getting an intense hatred for Spidey and wanting to kill him over his father. It always felt out of character for me and i truly TRULY hope they dont go this route.

Harry becomes the Kobold. In the comics, Kobold is essentially Harrys way of making the Green Goblin a good guy. If he still wants to fight by Peters side, he'll find a way to do it. Kobold would make a lot of sense to me personally, as it kind of continues their dynamic from this game. Then at the end theres a heros sacrifice to be made and Harry goes for it despite Peters protests. This would be lazy to me too though because he essential already did the heros sacrifice in this game. Seems like theyd just want us to have more time with him to love him even more, just to make losing him hurt worse. I wouldn't put it past an intrepid writer to think they could make it work, but it just seems lazy to me.

Actual best case scenario for me though? Harry wakes up as the g-serum is being injected. Hes against being his dads experiment all over again so he runs and finds Peter. Hes not aware of his pseudo-retirement, he just goes straight to the place thats always been his safe haven; Peters home. He asks Peter to hide him from his dad. Tries to explain everything but hes exhausted and frantic. Peter agrees and they take him into hiding.

Norman, ever the expert deflector, doesnt see this as a failing on his part. Hes convinced spider-man had something to do with his son escaping so he puts out a hit on him. Hes ready, willing, and able to capture and kill at least one of the two spider-men it doesnt matter. We see him pardon Wilson Fisk for this job, and when Fisk cant do it, he has to. Normans going to go Goblin. I know it, i can feel it in my bones.

Miles asks Peter to get back in action and he does. Fisk, plus potentially Otto again, plus this brand new villain in town is too much for any one person to handle. Heres where i see Harry becoming a "Guy In The Chair" for Peter like Ganke is for Miles. Two Guys in the Chair helping the spider-men is definitely better than one. I could also see Harrys goblin powers start to emerge but he keeps pushing them down. Last time he gave into power it didnt end well for anyone.

In an effort to not write out the entire plot of the game as i see fit (because itd be long and there are so many moving pieces and characters and IDEK WHERE THEYRE GONNA PUT SILK IN-), i think if Harry does take on the cowl he'll be doing so against his father. I think i see Harry becoming Goblin/Kobold to fight against Norman and ultimately try to help Peter/Miles. This is where i see Harry either accidentally killing Norman or Norman killing his son (and of course, blaming Spider-Man)

There is also room, in my mind, to bring back Venom a la Lethal Protector/Agent Venom. But tbh if they do, i would much rather Venom go to Eddie Brock or Flash Thompson. But thats just the separate Venom Fangirl Entity within me.

Ultimately my hope of course is that Harry not die and they dont go down that all too tired and hackneyed trope of Harry growing to hate Peter dor whatever reason. I truly TRULY hope they dont go that route it is just SO tired and lazy. I want them to stay close and loving. Whatever route they go with will be SO MUCH MORE IMPACTFUL if Harry Osborn lives and doesnt make a full 180 on his best friend for no good reason.

#harry osborn #peter parker #parksborn #if you squint #spider-man #marvel's spider man 2 #spider-man 2 #insomniac spider man #insomniac spider-man #insomniac games #spider man imagine #spider-man headcanons #honestly insomniac pls hire me #i would be so good at writing this game i care about these characters SO DEEPLY. #what do i need to do for you to notice me insomniac senpai #venetiangoldroz

[tomoshim]

YANDERE! TEACHER ZHONGLI X STUDENT READER (SLIGHT SMUT)

READER IS 18+

This a first time im going to use this app.. i dont usually use these kind of apps beside my wattpad after quiting from being wattpad writer because i lost motivation..

proof:

its a cringe one but.. well.. here goes nothing..!!

WARNING! - bad writing (imo) - short story

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♥*♡∞:｡.｡　　LOGGING .. ｡.｡:∞♡*♥

..Walking to the hallways.. shoes walking around the hallway echos in silent as the beautiful sunlight hits you

students chatting with their friends laughing also echo in the hallway of the school hall, your male friend name shiro was unluckily had sent to detention til school ends so here u are doing nothing but just walking around in hope for etertainment, as you was walking you noticed a door had been open on the history teacher office..

mr zhongli seems to not being nowhere so u went and took take a small peek out of curiosity but the second u take a peek a strong smell hits you.. you look inside to see childe drunkly and shamelessly sitting on zhongli desk while he was gone..

you were about to go off before anything happened when a hand were placed on your shoulder. slowly looking behind u were greeted by zhongli who has a beaming smile as he hold a Boquet of flowers

"oh? what made u come to my office y/n?" he said smiling gently as he walk inside the office placing the flower down to his desk before pushing childe off his office while chuckling

"childe. you know him he always like that" zhongli voice echo on his office as he sit down on his chair and look at the empty seat infront of his desk

.. you slowly make your way to the desk as zhongli cross his leg

"good thing you here. we got something to.. 'discuss' about. its about your friend shiro." his tone slowly darken and u could see he was trying to be professional but his eyes were a clear jealousy in it

"what is it? what u wanna talk about him?" you replied to him curious on why would he mention about your friend

"i couldnt help but noticed. you two seemingly close. are you both dating?" he ask with an serious tone as he look at your eyes

"we only a friend nothing more!" u said defending yourself once he make an accusing comment of your friend shiro and you.. but zhongli seemingly didnt seem to buy it..

zhongli stands up from his desk walking to his office locking it when he grab a bat.. your eyes widen as u stand up and back away as he come close

"..how naive are you... you always look at his way but never me.. not even me hm?.. what a naughty girl you are y/n.. I'll have no choice but to break your legs so you wouldnt escape me!!!" he growl as he pull you to his grasp

"p-please let me go!!" u whimper on his grasp as he trace your jawline with his lips

"..so fucking beautiful... i wont.. never.. let you LEAVE ME YOU ARE MINE.." he shout last sentence when u feel sharp pain on your leg..

..loud scream echo in the room. tears roll down your cheeks as you look up trembling in fear and agony when he broke your leg

he kneel you smirking as he rub your broken leg

"shh~ no one is here to save you.. they all went home.. its only me.. and you.. alone~.."

he give an lovesick smile as he lean in kissing your lips.. u tried to push him but he continue his thing kissing you harder as he moan

"gosh~ you dont know how much i wanted this..~" he echo as he rub your thighs.. slowly making it up to your..

***few hours pass by***

you found yourself in a comfy bed and your legs all were numb one of them feels like it was already gone.... zhongli was hugging you close.. when realization hits.. this wasnt at the school office it was at his house..

his bed.. his room.. your mind was blank as u tried push him off to escape when he hold you tighter whispering..

"𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚... 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚.. 𝙞𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙.. 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧.. 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧.. 𝘼𝙉𝘿 ꫀׁׁׅܻׅ݊᥎ׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊ꭈׁׅ!!!!"

ꫀׁׅܻ݊hׁׁׅׅܻ֮֮⨍ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅꭈׁׅƙׁׅᨰׁׅƙׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱݊ꪀժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱ƙׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊յׁׅׅ꯱յׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀ݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀᨰׁׅꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꫀׁׅܻ݊hׁׅܻ֮⨍ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅꭈׁׅƙׁׅᨰׁׅƙׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱݊ꪀժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱ƙׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊յׁׅׅ꯱յׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀ݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀᨰׁׅꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꫀׁׅܻ݊hׁׅܻ֮⨍ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅꭈׁׅƙׁׅᨰׁׅƙׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱݊ꪀժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱ƙׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊յׁׅׅ꯱յׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀ݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀᨰׁׅꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꫀׁׅܻ݊hׁׅܻ֮⨍ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅꭈׁׅƙׁׅᨰׁׅƙׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱݊ꪀժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱ƙׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊յׁׅׅ꯱յׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀ݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀᨰׁׅꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꫀׁׅܻ݊hׁׅܻ֮⨍ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅꭈׁׅƙׁׅᨰׁׅƙׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱݊ꪀժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱ƙׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊յׁׅׅ꯱յׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀ݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀᨰׁׅꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꫀׁׅܻ݊hׁׅܻ֮⨍ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅꭈׁׅƙׁׅᨰׁׅƙׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱݊ꪀժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱ƙׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊յׁׅׅ꯱յׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀ݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀᨰׁׅꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꫀׁׅܻ݊hׁׅܻ֮⨍ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅꭈׁׅƙׁׅᨰׁׅƙׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱݊ꪀժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱ƙׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊յׁׅׅ꯱յׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀ݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀᨰׁׅꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꫀׁׅܻ݊hׁׅܻ֮⨍ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅꭈׁׅƙׁׅᨰׁׅƙׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱݊ꪀժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱ƙׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊յׁׅׅ꯱յׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀ݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀᨰׁׅꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꫀׁׅܻ݊hׁׅܻ֮⨍ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅꭈׁׅƙׁׅᨰׁׅƙׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱݊ꪀժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱ƙׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊յׁׅׅ꯱յׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀ݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀᨰׁׅꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꫀׁׅܻ݊hׁׅܻ֮⨍ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅꭈׁׅƙׁׅᨰׁׅƙׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱݊ꪀժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱ƙׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊յׁׅׅ꯱յׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀ݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀᨰׁׅꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꫀׁׅܻ݊hׁׅܻ֮⨍ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅꭈׁׅƙׁׅᨰׁׅƙׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱݊ꪀժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱ƙׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊յׁׅׅ꯱յׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀ݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀᨰׁׅꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊

ꫀׁׅܻ݊hׁׅܻ֮⨍ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅꭈׁׅƙׁׅᨰׁׅƙׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱݊ꪀժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅժׁׅ݊ƙׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱ƙׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊յׁׅׅ꯱յׁׅׅ꯱݊ꪀ݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀׅ꯱݊ꪀᨰׁׅꩇׁׅ֪݊ ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊ ׅ꯱ꩇׁׅ֪݊

♥*♡∞:｡.𝙀𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣.. ｡.｡:∞♡*♥

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"ᴀɴᴅ 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 "

#yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #obsessive love #yandere #zhongli #genshinimpact #smut #genshin

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

still thinking about yaz travelling with 10 so heres what i have so far:

she runs into him in london coming out of an interview for unit or smth, a couple of months after potd. for him it's in the gap between waters of mars and end of time. hes So Messed Up and yaz is like oh i know this. this is familiar. this might not be my doctor but,,,,this is my doctor

hes like oh what year is this? i was aiming for- and shes like dont ask me i keep getting it mixed up too. and hes like thats a bit of a strange thing to say, do we know each other? you seem familiar. shes like yes we've met

she surmises he doesnt have company bc hes all high on ginger and not trying to hide it. then shes like youre not flying like this, can i take you anywhere bc this is a fucking tardis and a fucking doctor available to her and how many more times is she gonna get this opportunity? never? once, and she has to wait for it 40 more years? no way is she just gonna walk past and go home. shes gonna do what shes always done and buy herself a little more time

she lets herself into the tardis, too sure of herself for him to really do anything abt it, as she asks "where did you say you were going?" he closes the doors "eternity"

"eternity?" she looks at him "is that a euphemism"

"it's a planet. in the larger magellanic cloud. thought maybe i should check up. sorry but who are you, exactly?"

shes like yes. um. yasmin khan. im a friend. as she stares at the tardis in wonder like the first time she walked in. and the tardis lights up bc she doesnt care about linear time and she loves yaz. so yaz starts putting in coordinates. she has to search for some of the controls bc the console is different but it's not too bad

"well thats great to hear, yasmin khan. can never have enough of those"

"larger magellanic cloud" she says looking at the navigation on one of the screens. "dyou ever think it's maybe a bit weird to name things in space after colonists?"

"well depends whos doing the naming. we dont call it that"

"no? what do timelords call it"

"and seeing as it were human colonists who settled there, maybe the name fits"

"there goes my faith in humanity" and she pulls the takeoff lever

the flight is bumpy as ever and when muscle memory fails her three times in a row shes like oh my god WHERE is your conceptual geometer and instead of pointing it out to her he just walks over and adjusts it and the way he does it is so familiar she has to blink hard a couple times

they might or might not end up on eternity but they certainly run promptly into trouble. yaz is a bit mysterious to him, a bit suspicious maybe because she wont answer any question directly but shes able to anticipate him so well that teamwork is pretty much seamless and theyre both running away from something so their motives line up and their need for something fun and exciting and distracting to happen too and also hes lonely and despite the way she basically hijacked his tardis he likes yaz bc of course he does

they match up timelines while hiding from guards, whispering about 1969 and weeping angels and "oh THATS why i dont remember, two doctors in the same place same time" and he figures out yaz travelled with future him

yaz drops a "she" and hes like "she??" and shes like oh shit should i not have said that and hes like no it's fine. and then hes like "does it suit me?" and she does Not manage to blink the tears away at that one

"is it something i said?" and then the guards spot them and hes like "RUN"

the ease with which he takes her hand as they run is lovely and horrible at the same time. she lets herself be dragged along while she thinks about the way 13 shook them off almost any time any of them touched her

a week & 8 planets in and shes been held by him more than shes been held by 13

they become buddies in like the way that you can sometimes become buddies with the younger sibling of your best friend or something. hes probably too heartbroken and messed up to develop a real crush but it's still yaz right? you know the way 10 kisses claras hand in the day of the doctor? that vibe. and yaz, with the benefit of.........foresight? hindforesight? picks up that vibe here that she couldnt with 13. bc 10 is young and a fountain of emotion compared to 13

my yaz is pretty firmly a lesbian so even if she was gonna get over the like very recent heartbreak and younger sibling vibes then still nothing was gonna happen here but theyre also both not in a place where they could cope with another heartbreak like that so like,,,,,,they both know, and they both know that they both know, but they dont need anything more so it just kinda makes them better buddies. sometimes youre a little bit in love with your friend in a way you dont want to act on. just another thing to bond over

and for yaz it's maybe a little bit healing to get 10s adoration like that

at some point the fact of meeting in the wrong order also comes up of course. yaz is like it's a little bit complicated, i dont know what i can say and 10 is like meh follow your instincts, youve got good ones i can tell. and if theres really something you shouldnt say i'll stop you

yaz is like does that happen a lot, as a time traveller i mean, meeting people in the wrong order? and 10 is like [THINKING ABOUT RIVER] "from time to time"

i just think theres a lot of potential for fun with the two of them. both of them running from the inevitable. not wanting to lose who they are, wanting more time as this version of themselves

yaz will learn so much about the doctor that retroactively contextualises a lot of 13, which i think could help in getting a little bit of closure. and theres so much river echoes sort of going in both ways. yaz flying the tardis with 10 because she learnt with 13, river later flying with 11

i also think seeing the way 10 is about his principles compared to how 13 was would be interesting. she would see a lot of the ways the doctor has grown up. yaz got to see so much of 12 in 13s trauma but she never got to see how 12 learnt and grew to become the 13 she loved. i think it would be special to see 10. see how they used to be. and also slap him on the fingers sometimes when he needs it

i dont know how to end it yet because that will just be more tragedy. 10 still ends up in end of time. yaz still ends up home. but maybe they can help each other a little bit in the time inbetween, even if the end theyre running from still comes to them both

#would love to write a series of them tbh #just like a series of monster of the week fics #doctor who format #10-13 eps #series 4b #yaz&10

[hopeless-eccentric]

ok so now i actually have the energy to address this! let’s talk about boromir

i think my biggest issue with the way boromir gets characterized is that you see a lot of 1) prideful, near-spoiled cautionary tale characterization or 2) least “moral” member of the fellowship characterization, and i really just dont see either of them. if anything, i find him to be a very moving character with complex motivations that unfortunately get missed a lot because theyre not incredibly blatant and a bit hidden in the appendices

so boromir was raised to be an heir of what we know denethor sees as their kingdom, and faramir even mentions a young boromir asking why the stewards weren’t just considered kings after 1000ish years. a lot of what comes off as “pride” isnt just this guy being a dick, it’s directly what he’s been raised to think. he’s spent years learning how to be a good leader of a country he sees no reason not to lead. i wont deny he’s a proud character, but his reaction makes sense from someone raised to see this country as his responsibility. he’s not just gonna leave it the hands of some guy

to dig into that more, we know from the appendices that as a kid, boromir was his brother’s “protector” (the placement of this passage suggests that this may have been from their father, though it’s possible that faramir was just an incredibly bullyable child), but assuming either, he’s spent most of his life singlehandedly keeping what he loves safe. for faramir, he wouldve been his only supportive family after the death of his mother, and with the whole “best man in gondor” title going on, it doesnt seem like he’s in a place to get a whole lot of support or help when he needs it. im not saying boromir’s got older sister syndrome, but--

another thing along that line that pisses me off. especially when two children are close, favoritism towards one kid and maltreatment of another is going to fuck BOTH of them up. for one thing, if one child is constantly praised for successes and the other is constantly berated for failures, how supported or able to ask for help do you think kid A is gonna be? that is not a way to raise a kid if you want them to be able to handle pressure or failure normally 

as for the ring, this is a guy who’s got the weight of a nation on his shoulders. if this is the weapon that could singlehandedly save his home and his people and he just passes up on it? if the world ends and he couldve stopped it? that’s horrifying, on top of the fact that boromir’s probably got some nasty ingrained issues with failure from his childhood

and what REALLY gets me is the attitude that boromir was somehow “more evil” than the other party members for being taken over by the ring. resisting the ring is treated as one of the best markers of heroism throughout the text (galadriel, gandalf, faramir, etc), and boromir cant pull it off immediately, but he DOES IT. even in his last words, he tells aragorn he failed, but aragorn replies “no, you have conquered.” he’s talking about the ring man! boromir’s not necessarily naturally the most susceptible to the ring, he’s just more psychologically worn down than the other party members and the least supported. but he MAKES IT. he doesnt get gollumed, he doesnt waste away, he doesnt lose himself. he dies as boromir, as he was in life, protecting the people he cares about

and what really breaks my heart is that in the silmarillion, there’s an insinuation that because humans fear the Valar but love the ocean, most “miracles” are done through water. when faramir talks about finding boromir’s body, frodo points out that it wouldve taken a miracle to get him over the waterfalls safely, but faramir says it couldnt have been a dream because it left his shoes wet. so putting two and two together, the Valar step in to perform a rare miracle to bring boromir home

so at the end of the day, boromir was a man, and he was so much more than proud, and so often, his “proudest” decisions are motivated by fear. he wasnt the least good of the Fellowship, just the most troubled and the least supported. he was a protector, a man of his people, and a hero

anyway next time someone reduces him to just the “least moral member of the Fellowship” im gonna blow a gasket

#gandalf literally told pippin (A MINOR?) to go kill himself #for legal reasons that last tag was a joke #boromir #lotr #lotr meta #gondor #faramir

[tj4shy]

A silly and short Dutch Van der Linde x shifter reader fic thing

Okay so this is basically just a first interaction with Dutch van Der Linde I would have once i manage to shift to RDR2, but i decided to post it here in case any shifters need motivation/inspiration for their first day I hope you enjoy it x please don't criticize my writing, english isn't my first language and this is my first time genuenly posting something on tumblr

I wake up and I am met with Dutch staring down at me, I am pretty dizzy and distorted, I prop myself up on my elbows but before i can regain my consciousness fully i get questioned by him “Who are you?” I mumble my real name “Tjaša”, the name is foreign to him and he catches only a bit “Ash?” I stare at Dutch in slight disbelief that he managed to butcher my name this bad, but I am too disoriented to correct him or just to bother correcting him “yeah, that”, he then offers me a hand so i can pull myself up from the laying position, I take it, while he pulls me up he says “the name’s Dutch Van der Linde” as I stand up, I regain back my consciousness fully and try to make it look like I made a mental note in my mind of his name despite knowing it beforehand.

As I take in my surroundings I realise where I actually am, the realisation hits me like a truck, but I remain calm, i feel my body with my hands and swat off any dirt on me, as I look down I see my old black zip up hoodie, red t-shirt and my gray sweatpants accompanied by my red socks and Sketchers. After taking in my surroundings and grounding myself Dutch speaks up again.

“What happened to you? Arthur says that he found you knocked out on the side of the road” oh. that. I remember my stupid story that I am meant to sell them and begin explaining “I- I dont remember, sir” its polite to use proper official terms is it not? “Where am I?” i contrast the politeness before, by interrupting him as he was about to say something “Horseshoe Overlook, a minute on horseback away from Valentine” this is my first time here, no way I would know where it is despite the fact that I visited this location in my favorite videogame many many times “I’m sorry, where?” Dutch now picks up on my foreign accent, he at first brushed it off as dizziness from being knocked out, but now realises that it is a part of who I am “America, young lady” I give him an unamused look “I figured that part out, sir… what year is it?” let him figure it out on his own, I think to myself, if he hasnt picked the fact up by looking at my clothes, surely he will get it now, right? “1899” he says pridefully, clearly missing my hints, so i just serve it to him on a plate “fuck… this cant be right” he finally gives me the awaited puzzle look “What do you mean by that?” okay, here we go, now is the time to sell him the absolutely insane story “I am not supposed to be here… sir, I- I am from the year 2024” okay I sent it fully, now lets see the reaction “Lady, I am afraid you hit your head a bit too harshly” oh boy, now the convincing begins “Sir, look at my clothes, do they not look foreign?” he checks me out for the first time ever, not that he wont be doing much of that later on “Foreign yes, but from another time no, impossible” okay hes not easy to convince, lets pull the plastic trick… I remove one of my shoes and point on the end of a shoelace “this is plastic… it hasn’t even been invented yet” he carefully inspects this curious material I called plastic… “I don’t recognize it, but I still don’t believe you” shit okay, now we gotta pull out the tags on my clothes “see here? it says that it was produced in the year 2023, which isnt my year cause I had this hoodie for a year, but still its from the future” okay this better be it… he gives me a puzzled look not being able to come up with a reasonable explanation for it, he does a double take and looks at me in disbelief “And how are you here then?” he bought it, yes, lets proceed “No idea, but I want to go home, sir” he briefly tries to find a way for me to time travel back, but is met with no success, he sighs as if this is going to be the toughest news of my life “Miss, I am afraid I have no idea” of course you don’t, I am a shifter dumbass, but oh well at least you feel sorry for me.

#shifting antis dni #reality shifter #shifting #shifting community #reality shift #dutch van der linde #rdr2 #rdr2 dr

[scarlet-ancunin]

Hiii I saw requests were opened for doctor ian Wright so can I ask for reader pulling ian away from his work bc they are stressing over it, to try and relax them reader puts music on and starts slow dancing with them. Idk something cute between the two

sureee but imma add another Anon request here because it just matches the whole motive of Ian being adorable and looking to be stubborn as well I hope you both like it ^^

Other Anon: Hi, first of all, I LOVE YOUR WORKS! Now, can you please write a sick character (Ian) + comfort? Thanks🤓

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I Told You Not To Overdo IT

it was another day in the private military operations section and you got a call from Addison at 3 in the afternoon. "Hello? oh, hey Addison it's been a while, I'm doing great I just finished a meeting with the company's management team."

you were a Chief Executive Officer for a well-known technology company people would do trades and services with your company because you help them with any flaws or improve on them. Recently Magic made friends with this company picking you and five more people to help with anything needed for the quantum leap project. the deal was how you met Ian Wright and that was how you both fell in love with each other.

which is why Addison was calling you now. Because you both would help each other when one is not doing so well. it would seem your love was the one that needed some attention.

"Oh im sorry it just....Well Ian has been stressed out lately and this seems to be taking a toll on how they act."

You was about to ask how do you mean until you hear Ian complaining to a worker that they can't do anything without them fixing it "give me an hour" you said already driving to your home to change.

Wasn't long before you made it to the facility and saw Ian typing away on a laptop their friends far away and watching how You manage to calm the geeky beast.

"Ian, my love come on" you said sternly. They turned to speak up but seeing it was you they sighed knowing what was about to happen "I'm fine. I dont know why they called you" they said turning to type once more until you rolled their chair away.

"Listen stressing out wont help you think and your going to make yourself sick by doing this and not considering your needs. Not to mention your being rude so come on or i won't play with your hair"

They look at you before taking their glasses off sighing "fine"

Once home their favorite music was playing and you grin seeing them sighing visibly seeing them relax being home.

You took their hand and danced with them in the living room giggling with them and kissing them softly on the lips wrapping your arms around their neck "see relaxing isn't so bad love besides I love you and i dont like seeing you stressed out" you gave them a cute pout and they lean close kissing you deeply.

"I'll try to do better y/n"

Their better was much worse because you was in the middle of getting ready to cook when you got a text message from Magic which was rare.

Magic: "Did Ian tell you they was sick?"

Y/n: "No Ian looked fine for the past week" you realized that was why they wasn't home when you woke up they left before you can notice they look like crap.

your phone buzzed with another message from Magic. "I found them having a coughing fit and Addison said she had to catch them because they stumbled slightly."

You sigh frowning before getting a message from Jenn with a picture of Ian head down on their desk. You pout and rushed to the facility.

They worked instead of taking care of themselves. "Dammit Ian why do you do this to yourself." You said while driving there.

Once there you came in time to hear Magic telling Ian to take some time off.

"No i don't need to, I'll be fine i just need to figure this out quickly so we can get Ziggy working properly" they said sounding adorable trying to make a point sounding congested.

"Ian do what Magic says please.." you said walking and shaking Magic's hand before pouting at them. "Your going to rest i don't want to hear it, you scolded me for working while i was sick so now im going to do the same" with that you take their hand and walk away with them before looking back

"They will be in by Friday" eveyone could hear Ian complaining the whole way out.

Once home Ian was asleep on the couch while you made them soup. You came back to the living room seeing Ian asleep still. "Honey? Wake up i made some soup"

All that was heard was a pitiful moan and a soft okay. They sat up hair messy and heavy eyes as they leaned against your touch feeling the coolness of you hand.

After they ate and was sentenced to hed rest Ian felt you kiss their lips.

Their eyes shoot open "hey what are you doing i could get you sick"

You giggle lightly holding them closer "well that means you can take care of me and relax" you pointed out which they shake their head.

"And you tell me not to overdo it."

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Taglist: @justaproudslytherpuff, @sherazyjade, @the-masked-scorpio, @sugakookieswithacupoftae16, @happilydangerousworld, @harlekin6

#unhinged desire simp #ian wright quantum leap #ian wright #dr ian wright #quantum leap 2022 #ian wright x reader #ian wright x you #ian wright x y/n #mason alexander park lives rent free in my head #mason alexander park

[dumbbitchfrommars]

i really wonder what the context was of my last post. cause if it was about the girl who had a crush on me thats unfortunate. but if its someone else im gagged. im such a baddie. idk. idk. i think recently ive been in such a defensive state. like im waiting for something bad to happen at the hands of another person, and im expecting the absolute worst from them. i want to see the best but i also dont want to get hurt. i dont know where this stemmed from. i guess my people pleasing has gotten out of hand, because it hasnt been succeeding. 

my job is kind lowering my vibration beyond repair. i weirdly enjoy it though? i dont know. i must be too in my masculine. and of course, completely disconnected from my spirit and higher self. i cant bring myself to talk to my sister cause i know we will only trigger eachother. 

so here i am. sitting in the silence. tired of it all. 

i cant even bring myself to physically write in my journal. and working out isnt as meditative as it used to be. though im so glad i can still get my ass up and do it. its not as fun and exciting. i kinda feel guilty for sexualising myself and loving my own body. literally, yesterday i was trying to force myself to be comfortable with my skin out, that i ruined my opportunity for a relaxing walk. the entire time i was self conscious and felt like the entire world was watching me. completely uncomfortable. 

my anxiety is in a rough period at the moment. i dont even smoke weed anymore. that used to be such a spiritual practice for me and now im afraid of it. im kinda afraid of everything. especially people. 

its weird, because i seem like i love people. i tell myself im good because i am so social at work, and i perform well and i connect with customers. but in reality, i cant hold onto any kind of relationship. if i do it has to be superficial or im uncomfortable. 

i think if i shifted my focus to the good things about the relationships i do have, and the things that make me happy and comfortable and at peace, these issues im creating wont seem so huge anymore. its always like that. i should talk to my psych about all of this. i need to see her... i cant believe its been so long. like, my fucking dogs died. they both fucking died. 

they contributed to my focus on isolation at the moment. i suddenly had the ground pulled from beneath me. they were my stability and my safety. now i feel so alone, at my core, that its all i can think about. its made me realise how short life is and how quickly things can change and slowly everyone is slipping away... when i pushed them out. i forced them to leave. theyre barely even leaving when we were nothing to begin with. 

i get the feeling ive said all of this a million times before. it never really changes. 

i feel like im a really driven and motivated person. i am smart and self controlled, and responsible, and im good at the things i try my best at. im gifted. but at the same time, i cant change the things about me that cause me the most stress and worry. i am stuck. i have been stuck, for so, so long. im tired of it. im so TIRED. 

this loneliness is comforting. its healing in a way, cause i can avoid all the drama and stress of attempting to tell anyone how i am feeling. but that in itself is so fucking pathetic and toxic and weak. its like, i failed at the most fundamental human thing. communicating. connecting with others. creating a community. 

maybe one day someone will piss e off enough that i blow up on everyone. why does the idea of that bring me so much relief? 

i cant even bother myself to consider spiritual practice right now. oh im stuck in the past and its holding me back from opportunities and the blessings from the universe? bitch, im trying to fight depression! who gives a fuck about opportunities right now?! i have nothing to fucking live for besides europe. thats so pathetic. i need to get my head right again because this is such a huge mess. im under so much pressure. i have no time. time, time, time, time. 

i need to be more social, i need to be more this and that. its a fucking exhausting thing to be in my mind right now. where did all the love go? it literally died with them. grief is consuming me. i cant pause life but its consuming me and im trying to pretend to be happy but im also trying to find the happiness again but its gone. they took it with them into the afterlife. or just into the fucking ground. 

it poured so heavily today and my heart hurt with the anxiety i felt that you were cold and alone out there. that you were getting wet and without cover. why does it keep on raining? youll be so cold. i remember you laid in the rain the night before you died because you could barely move or notice it was happening. my poor babies. i miss you so much. 

this is why ive been avoiding planning my birthday like a fucking plague, like a fucking disease. how can i even think about celebrating my life when yours have ended? to even celebrate without you? its too painful. i cant pretend like this anymore. but of course ill keep on acting like im fine. its the only way. i fucking hate this world. 

[necrocat]

TW DEATH TW BUGS TW RELIGION TW DRUGS

aye yo tw graphic death shit under the cut and also religious talk and also just me venting and being emotional

my last reblog of dale gribble just like made me flat out start sobbing. dale gribble always reminded me of my grandpas nephew kenny. I always had a really weird relationship with kenny. He wasnt a great guy. He was a terrible father to his kids. We had to take in his kids so many times because CPS wanted to take them away. He was a polyaddict, mostly using alcohol towards the end but im pretty sure he was cleaning up his act. He was trying.

He was at my house a few days before christmas and he was in the basement working on our furnace with my grandpa. Kenny always did shit work and it never stayed fixed and usually ended up being worse after he got his hands on it, but he still came and helped. I was pissed he was here because he’s unvaccinated and wouldnt get vaccinated despite our pleas and despite us even taking him to the location he needed to get it done. I resented him a lot. He pissed me off a lot. My grandparents had contracted covid from him the year before. I couldnt wait for him to leave. I’ll regret not going down and telling him “Merry Christmas” for the rest of my life. We were the last family he saw aside from his ex who was actively trying to get him thrown in jail. Why the fuck am I such a bitch. I hate myself for that. I will always hate myself for that.

We bantered a lot when we saw each other. He would say im “as pretty as a hubcap” He reminded me a lot of my dad. I think thats what hurts a lot. He reminded me of like…. the good parts of my dad. The funny parts. The witty parts. Kenny did drugs with my dad when they were younger. Kenny never stopped fighting for his kids despite being a shitty father. I hated and loved kenny at the same time. It was a weird relationship. I cared about him a lot more than I thought.

Around New Years Eve Kenny had went to visit his ex in a womens shelter. On his way home the muffler fell off of his truck. Kenny never did things the right way. He tempted fate almost constantly. He pulled off to the side of the road and hiked his car up with an old rusty jack just like he had done so many times. It wasnt enough. It wasnt enough the many times he had done it before but he just got lucky. We dont know exactly what happened, he could have kicked it, a big truck could have drove by and jostled it, we dont know, but the jack fell, and his car crushed him. He got squashed like a fucking bug and god im crying againbbecause dale gribble is an exterminator. It just feels so fucked up. Its not fucking fair. It just feels fucked up and evil. I have never coped well with things coming to an end.

Lately Ive felt so much resentment towards my grandpas method of grieving and i feel so guilty for that. Kenny was the closest thing to a biological son my grandpa ever had. I just wish he would mourn in his own way without bringing me into it. It seems that he gets this motivation to convert everyone when someone dies because he gets scared we’ll die and wont go to heaven because we havent been saved. It drives me crazy. Nothing about this death makes me want to become closer to god. I cant stand hearing people who didnt even fucking know kenny saying he got “called home to god”Try telling that to his fucking kids who are in foster care. Why the fuck would a god SMASH SOMEONE UNDER THEIR CAR. Why would god torment someone for their whole lives and then end it with a big disgusting smash. I dont like that god. I dont believe in that god. I condemn that god. Why cant tragic shit just happen? Its terrible. its heartwrenching. Why does it have to have some deeper meaning? Everyone fucking failed kenny. Everyone failed him. He never got a fighting chance to begin with. If there is a god that god failed kenny. squashed like a bug. His whole life he was treated like a pest and I was a part of that. It makes me feel ill. It makes me feel angry. It makes me want to scream and rip my hair out. Theres nothing I can do. The coroner said his death was sudden. He didnt suffer. I hope its true. I hope it was nothing but a warm embrace. I hope is pain is over. I hope his kids are in loving hands.

#personal #vent

[pink-grapefruit-cafe]

BITCH the ENDING OF THAT NEW CHAPTER!!! Literally need *blank* to slap you know who in the face right about now. Amazing as always!

aha i’ve written the fight scene for next chapter and i’m so excited!!! who knows, maybe we can pull off the fastest update since i had five chapters written at once?

#ugh why is peridot my fav atm #also #spoiler #we wont pull it off i dont have that much motivation #pretty woman #grapefruit gets anons #that arent really anons

[1101001]

hi !! AAA i just discovered your account and i just wanna say that it’s so pretty ☹️☹️ like omg :(((

and i wanted to request smth for bnha ! :D now i’m not sure if you write for the big3 ( mirio, nejire, tamaki ) but if you do — could i maybe request the big3 ( separately ) as your older siblings? O:

; aaa ty anon <3 and o.o this’ll be my first bnha thing on here. im an older sibling myself (the eldest u.u) but im thinking the big 3 are a whole lot nicer than i am 🤧

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ft. togata mirio , hado nejire , amajiki tamaki

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togata mirio ,

we get to see his older brother side when he’s with eri but i think if he actually had a younger sibling he wouldn’t be exactly the same

there’s also the age difference to consider

if you’re not that much younger than him, he’ll definitely be a lot more teasing

not in the intense bully type way (cuz thats not him) but more of the lighthearted teasing vibes

he’s also a very supportive brother

if you have any hobbies he’s sure to acknowledge and remember it and even maybe help you out in any way he can (if you like art he buys u art materials etc.)

and if ever he hears that youre being bullied in some way, he’ll do anything he can to help you

he wont necessarily beat up the bullies but maybe just intimidate them a little

just a bit ;)

also im 100% sure at least 2 of your friends have a crush on him

overall he’s a rlly nice sweet brother but the one thing that he’s not great at is showing weakness in front of you

he wants you to look up to him (even if you dont wanna become a hero) and its one of the things that motivates him to become better

you gotta let him know that you already look up to him a great deal and just give the guy some reassurance that he’s doing great cuz he has a tendency to sometimes overwork himself

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hado nejire ,

having nejire as an older sis is tons of fun

she would take you out shopping and exploring the city and she’ll even point out some cute people along the way who seem like your type

yes she knows ur type

when it comes to school, she’s very reliable and usually has some notes you can use to study

if there’s a topic you don’t understand she’ll also help explain it to the best of her abilities

she always asks for your opinion on her outfits and when she was designing her hero costume, she asked you for so. much. advice.

she probably also taught you how to braid hair so you can style her hair on days she’s feeling extra fancy

all your friends know her as “nejire nee-chan” and whenever theyre around she becomes the embodiment of a good older sis

she doesn’t know all your hobbies but if you decide to tell her/if she finds out about them she’ll be vv supportive of it

“ohhh you [whatever ur hobby is]?? thats so cool!! my bby sibling is so talented U.U” this kind of supportive

anyway she’s really good at being ur #1 hype woman 

but sometimes she can come off as a bit dismissive.. 

it’s mainly cuz she tends to bounce from subject to subject pretty quick but you’ll probably end up getting used to it and learn to adapt to her energy

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amajiki tamaki ,

despite being a shy guy, tamaki would be more open around his younger sibling(s)

and i dont mean he suddenly becomes all energetic and extroverted around you

i just mean that he isn’t scared of talking to you about most things 

tamaki, although you might not see it, is a really really protective brother

if anyone talks smack about his lil sibling,,,, then well :”) rip them i guess

which is weird because he’s usually so unsure about things but when it comes to you he won’t hesitate to do whatever he can for your well-being

he has this idea in his head that he’s gotta be a strong older brother so if you’re around during training or when you were watching during the sports festival, he’ll try extra hard just to live up to that image

in a way you’re like his confidence booster

but there are times when insecurities get to him and he feels like he’s not doing good enough

when that happens you have to get all dramatic and pull out the speech about how he’s the best brother you could ask for and that as long as he’s trying to do his best, even if that best isn’t rlly great rn, you’re proud of him

he’ll also remember the most embarrassing stories about you and although he never tells your friends (cuz he’s too shy to talk to them) he randomly brings it up in some of your convos

when it comes to stuff you’re interested in,,,, he tries his best to understand even if he might not;-; but yk its the thought that counts

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#right how am i gonna tag this #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #togata mirio #hado nejire #amajiki tamaki #bnha hcs #mha hcs #mirio x reader #nejire x reader #tamaki x reader #togata x reader #hado x reader #amajiki x reader #amajiki headcanons #mirio headcanons #nejire headcanons #signed.. koko

[antiloreolympus]

10 Anti LO Asks

1. can i just get ANY recs for a hxp story where hades and demeter are actually nice to each other and persephone's relationship to her isnt demonized? i dont care if its a one shot fanfic, ill take anything at this point.

2. idk why but the floating crowns is such a silly idea. if it was an aureole effect thatd be one thing and make mythology sense, but its a physical item that just floats there? like is it like the sims plumbob, why is it floating.

3. is it just me or does everyone in LO seems awfully stiff now? I'm not going to pretend the art was perfect earlier on but at least it seemed like they all moved pretty normally, but now they all seem so awkwardly positioned and rigid, like cheap paper dolls over actually living in the world they're in. its kinda odd looking.

4. So when Hades yelled at Zeus and pulled his tie all I could think was, "Wasn't Hadess violent behavior on Persephone's behalf supposed to be a flaw?" Wasn't the whole arc with the photographer whose eye he ripped out meant to be a step in Hades not being violent when he perceived Persephone as in danger. Zeus didn't even raise his voice he just asked a question. Him intimidating Thanatos only made it worse. Couldn't he have pulled out a chair himself or asked a bailiff.

5. lo persephone is basically pink diamond from steven universe. she's a spoiled, pink brat who acts like a child and feels entitled to so much because of their high status, has everyone instantly fall for them, anyone against them is evil unless they bend to her wants, is the most overpowered and rare being, is considered the most beautiful/amazing, and is never held accountable because they "had good intentions" and "didn't mean it". theyre both even excused for how much death theyve caused!

6. what i dont get is the stans say "its just a silly story dont look so into it 🙄" and its like?? bc rachel is trying to make it a deep story with overarching plots with stakes with world building and characters arcs with the fans claiming as such??? yet shes not doing any of that well?? so the fans want us to take it seriously as this deep, thought-provoking piece demanding respect, but at the same time says we cant discuss it and its not that serious so dont critique it? which one is it then?

7. I don't know why Zeus is being treated as the bad guy for suspecting that Persephone might have ulterior motives. He's already worried that she might be a fertility goddess,  and after the act of wrath he also doesn't know what else she could be hiding. And besides, he has good reason to be paranoid: both his father and grandfather were overthrown so that fear is obviously going to always be on his mind.

8. even rachel herself say "you have to hold all your criticism until LO is over" and first off that wont be for another 5 years at the glacial pace she drags everything out, but it doesnt matter if LO has the greatest ending ever (which it wont) that wont correct every awful writing and art choice made before then. plus we know even once its done theyll still say criticism isnt valid with more excuses. They just dont want criticism, period. It's so pretentious to think critique is premature.

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9. Fp spoilers

I hate how filler is just…happening??? Like now we have to “wait 2 days” till the next trail arc mess and it just goes to drama/fluff and I’m like??? Are you kidding me?!

Like Demeter is still chained and Persephone is going with hades gods know where and like it makes me angry because it should be the opposite. Persephone should be with cuffs and seen as more of a threat than Demeter because she legit did the crimes! Jesus! Like let’s go onto day 2 and get to the chase! We do not need filler in here! 

10. Nitpicky fast pass spoiler for 182: Loukoumi/Turkish Delight wasn’t a common treat in Ancient Greece, it was popularized in the 19th century. Why the hell is Persephone talking about it in 182?? There are more appropriate desserts/sweets for her to receive like; any kind of fruit that isn’t pomegranate, melomakarona (honey cookies), amygdalota (almond cakes/cookies) even baklava. But alas, I’m giving RS too much credit and being too optimistic to think she’d actually do research

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

[ace-of-gay]

Hey!

Read your post on your nead death experience with the anticonvulsant (and the tea bags), which is shockingly brutal, to be frank. The brutal part is what you went through, not the post in itself.

I also scrolled a bit through your dash, and it seems like you're going through a really, really rough time. Add the chronic illness in, and it's not even a rough time with a expiry date. And I honestly have no clue how on earth you manage to pull through all of that. But it looks like there's a whole fucking hell you're pulling through, and somehow you're doing it. Honestly, I have no clue how. But the fact that you're managing through all of that is mind-blowing. To me at least. It's simply stunning and baffling, and you're freaking amazing for it.

Just wanted to let you know.

(Tw: mentions of belittling and su!cidal !deation)

Lots of rambling

4:21 AM

*Looks at time* Cool, *cracks open a monster*

Hi lovely, i truly appreciate your kindness, its words like this i put as post-it notes on my smiles wall.

Ill be honest my dash may have what others see as alot (about me) and i mean technically it does but its also just the tip of the iceberg

I grew up under the words of "hypochondriac", "too much time on my hands" and more, those are just the main 2, people constantly belittling not just how i feeling but also what i went/go through and so much more. Constantly being told that everyone deals with my same problems and thoughts and whether that be true or not it set part of my mindset in place at a very young age.

My goal in life is to bring smiles and happiness to peoples lives because i know its one of the most influential feelings one can feel.

I write poetry (not here) as my expression, not only does it put my feelings in complicated words but it helps other feel understood and like they can reach out. I will happily be there to "hold someone afloat" just to see them finally reach their potential, i want to see people heal, i want them to love living and set goals and than accomplish them.

I would not wish the other part of my mindset on anyone because it is internally damaging and i dont want to see anyone else tear themselves apart. On a daily basis ones mind screaming to off themselves, the nights when its loud i burry myself in a corner in my room farthest from anything harmful and i wait, and if thats the only thing i can do to get through it than so be it, the thoughts that are deadset that ive been alive for way too long and everyday is just dragging on the inevitable, if i die early on in my life i will still have fulfilled my goals, day by day is terrifying and i would never wish it on my worst enemy.

I stick around for my friends and family, i want to be successful, i want to get better. I use my ailments as motivation in some backwards way, i refuse to let being ill be the reason i go out, i want to leave a mark and motivate others with chronic illness and mental illness to let whats bringing them down and destroying them to build their world where theyre win because they deserve to win, they deserve freedom from the stigma of ailments.

Theres alot more that i wont get into unless asked but im an open book with maybe like 2 or 3 pages ripped out.

The mind and body are more powerful than we think, they may be harmful to themselves but theyre also very stubborn and thats whats getting me through, im a very stubborn person so being able to be vocal about my struggles is a way of coping and hoping others realize they can aswell.

I forgot to post this earlier, its been six hours since i typed this

[obsessive-ego]

Invisible?

Beetlejuice x reader

Beej and reader have a fight, reader pretends beej is invisible to get back at him

Sorta nsft, crude language

"I cant believe you, I asked you multiple times, we had a deal and still"

Beetlejuice, after promising he wouldnt, scared the piss out of your friend who dropped by to help you fix your laptop, you two had a deal, he refrains from scaring and you buy him those salted tarantulas he loved so much. But no, he broke your deal. Your poor friend was was in tears it was so bad, he even left his coat behind, even worse he wouldnt responded to your calls or texts as you were trying to do damage control and cover up what beetlejuice did.

"Come on babes, i was doing ya a favor-"

"How?! By ruining what little soical life I have?! Making the people I care about be afraid to come near me?!" You snap back, you didnt have many friends, there was nothing wrong with that, you just only had a few, and now you're terrified that you lost one for good because of the demon.

Glancing to your phone, still no response

"Well he's gotta come back for his coat sugar" beetlejuice shrugs

You scowl at the ghoul, Beetlejuice's confidence shrinks at the sight of how mad you really were, to the point it looked like you were going to cry, he huffs.

"Like I said sugar, I was doing you a favor, I KNOW guys like that, they help a gal out, in hopes they'll get a little-"

"YOU DONT KNOW SHIT!"

the ghoul flinches at your tone, purple hue taking over his appearance, you never raised your voice to that extent.

"We had a deal, you broke it cuz you dont care about anything but a cheap thrill" you were right in his face, it was a weird scene, a delicate breather yelling at a demon they have backed into the wall.

"Whoa there, believe me, your friend-"

"I don't want to hear it, if shit went bad I would have called you, but they would never do that, you're just looking for an excuse to-" you sigh, deflating and anger being replaced with exhaustion "who cares, theres no point in even arguing with you, just forget it" you back down, and shuffle to your bedroom to mope, curious on why you gave up, beetlejuice follows, till he gets to your room, placing his ear against the door, nothing.

He huffs, okay so maybe he just wanted to scare your friend, to have his cake and eat it too, and maybe he was jealous at how well the two of you got along, and yeah he was lying on how he could tell your friend had alternative motives, but hes a demon straight from hell, scaring is what he does, deal or no deal, you dont ask a bird to stop flying. Floating over to the living room he flops down on the couch, he sighs, whatever, you'll be back to your easy going self tomorrow, and you'll forgive him, like always, you were the bigger person after all.

...

Morning comes and Beetlejuice perks up when he sees you heading to the kitchen to start your morning routine, he quickly joins you, eager to see if your not as mad as you were for his little joke.

"Morning babes"

No response, maybe you're still half asleep.

"G'morning" the tries again a little louder, still no response, he huffs, grabbing onto your arm and giving it a yank, causing you to stumble "I said, morning"

You yank your arm back, refusing to look at the ghoul as you continue to make your coffee

You brush past him as if he was invisible, you were still mad.

"So you're gonna give me the cold shoulder huh? You're gonna regret that" he mutters watching you stare at your phone as you enjoyed your morning coffee.

It starts off simple, beetlejuice slapping your phone out of your hand, and you picking it back up as if you dropped it, then he bumped it up following you around the house being in the way, following you into your room, leaning against the door watching you get dressed, making lewd comments and gestures the entire time

"Pretty cute panties sugar, shame they don't match the bra" "why dont you just hang around in your undies today baby? It's too hot to not" giving you a jerking off motion the whole time you were changing.

But Still no response from you, you were being so stone faced, beetlejuice had to legit question if he was invisible again, he wasnt. What happened to his jumpy easily embarrassed breather? Were you really that upset?

The entire day went on like this, every time you would make eye contact with beej he would pull a disgusting face to try and get something from you, dehinging his jaw, and have a tarantula crawl out, or replacing his eyes with mouths, at one point he pull out all the stops, a face so horrible and horrific, he did get you to react,seeing the colour drain from your face, but you made a quick retreat to the bathroom to regroup, a small victory and he took it, shame you didnt scream or curse at him though.

Leaning against the closed bathroom door he snickers "nice try babes, I'll give ya that, but no one can ignore the ghost with the most, so how about you drop this silly game"

No response

Enough was enough, Hes had it with this childish game, you're supposed to be the bigger person not him, beetlejuice phases his head through the door, completely red "I WILL NOT BE IGNORED Y/N" he shrieked, steam practically coming out of his ears.

And as if on cue, you leave the bathroom as if you didnt have a ghost head screaming at you on the door.

The red quickly leaves Beetlejuice's hair and is replaced with an awful mix of blue and purple, this was worse then being banished, he'd rather have you yelling at him then this, at least you'd be talking to him, acknowledging him, pulling his head out of the door, he floats after you.

Seeing you sitting on the couch messing around with your phone, he sits down next to you, you dont look up from what you're doing, but you do notice his now purple and blue hue, as bad as you feel about that, You cant break now.

The rest if the evening beetlejuice hung close by you, never saying a word, never touching you, just being there, watching you.

As you head to bed, the ghoul doesnt follow, he stays behind twiddling his thumbs, feeling rotten, he forgot how awful it was to be invisible, and hell he wasnt, he was just being treated as such, what's gotten into you? You're never this strict on being mad with him, you normally would break by now. He sighs, were you really that mad at him messing with your friend? How long will this go on? He didnt want the one breather he cared for so much to pretend he wasnt there anymore. Being invisible sucks, being alone sucks, he wants your attention back, he wants you back.

As you get yourself ready for bed, you hear a knock at your door, weird, cuz beetlejuice would either just barge in or walk through the wall, before you could debate on acknowledging him you hear him speak

"Hey, y/n? I get it, you're pissed, and this is you getting back at me, yeah, I know I broke our deal, and our promise, and scared the piss out of that scrawny breather, and I'm sorry"

You basically go bug eyed at that, you didnt think beetlejuice was capable of apologizing

"I'd rather you be screaming at me till you're blue in the tits, then to have you ignore me, a harsh reminder how lonely I use to be when I was invisible, without you, so..." he trailed off

You opened the door to see the demon, completely purple, he flinches at the sight of you, nervous on how you'd react

"I forgive you" you say softly

You see Beetlejuice's expression change on a dime, to depressed to over joyed, in a split second you were in him arms, his scruffy beard rubbing against your neck as he spun you around the room, once the spinning stops the demon still hold you tight, refusing to let your feet touch the ground.

"That's all I wanted from you, an apology" you manage to squeak out

"You should have said so sweets"

"That's not the point" you push away from the ghoul as a signal you want to be pit down, he reluctantly does so "the point is I shouldn't have to tell you, and I know it's something we gotta work on if we're gonna make this whole thing work, I dont like being mad at you" you sigh "but let's drop it for tonight yeah?" You walk over to the bed, turning to face the demon, slightly purple, fiddling with his tie, you give him a soft smile "would you like to sleep with me tonight?"

The purple hue quickly leaves him and is replaced with soft pink and green, yes beetlejuice has slept with you on many occasions, but was NEVER invited, he always just snuck in while you were asleep and see your embarrassed face in the morning.

"Only if you'll respect me in the morning, babes"

You snort a laugh "of course Beej"

In a flash you were tucked in with beetlejuice next to you, his arms wrapped around you, more then two, hands holding you as if you would up and leave him, one tangled in your hair, one rubbing your back, one on each shoulder, hell you even felt them gripping your ankles, and yet not a one groping you in any way, it was a mess of limbs.

"I guess you're not invisible anymore huh?" You whisper

The demon snorts, pulling you closer to his side "you're gonna regret that joke sugar"

You try to smile but are interrupted with a yawn.

"Night sweets"

Bonus

Waking up in the middle of the night as you're known to do, forgetting the demon was holding you, you wake up in an anxious state, you quickly calm down when you remember what happened earlier. The ghoul's hands were still all over you, still shocked that not a single one has tried to grope you, as he was known to do.

You sigh content that your little childish game got the better of him, yes you felt bad about it, but it paid off to get him to take something seriously.

As you were about to go back to sleep a low grumble catches your attention, looking over to beej, in the dark you you could see he was more purple then green, you frown.

"Y/n don't leave me alone...." a low mumble, Beetlejuice's grip tightens around you, pulling you close to him, was he talking in his sleep?

You snuggle close to the demon, gently kiss his lips and whisper

"I wont, I promise"

Despite the ghoul being asleep you swear you see him smile.

Tomorrow you'll make it up to him for your childish torment.

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader

[inspriredlyuninspired]

The Stalker

Part 7

Modern!Ivar x Curvy!Reader, Able-bodied!Ivar x Dark!Ivar

Hey Guys!! i know its been a really long, i’ve been struggling a lot lately and i had the motivation to write! i hope you enjoy!

First peron POV (this s my first time doing first person POV in this series so let me know if you guys like it!)

The night with Ivar was so much fun, i can’t remeber the last time i had this much fun with someone. From pillow fights, jumping on the bed, ordering as much room service as we could. Ivar and i laid on the bed spread out with full bellies.

“i don’t want to eat anything every again” Ivar said taking a deep breath after.

“Hey, last time i checked you were the one who ordered it” I said back, just getting a grunt in response.

He slowly got out of bed and started walking towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Not thinking anything of it i just rolled over and started admiring the room and the extravagancey of it.

A few minutes later, Ivar emerged from the bathroom and motioned with his fingers to go over to him. Without a question i obliged, i don’t know how he had this effect on me.

i followed him into the bathroom and when i walked in a saw a drawn bath, with candles all over the place. This was the most romantic gesture anyone has done for me, it felt as though i could start crying. Too many emotions just ovewhelming me.  

“Oh Ivar” is all i could manage to say. The smile on his face brightened the candle lit bathroom. He walked towards me, putting his hands on my hips, gently lifting my shirt.

No one has ever seen me naked or even almost naked, well technically Ivar had but i did everything in my power not to think about that. I did not stop him from lifting my shirt over my head. He ran his hands ever so lightly down my sides to the top of my shorts.

He kneeled down, sliding them down my legs, peppering kisses to the top of my thighs on his way back up. Once standing again, he looked me up and down.

I moved my arms to cover myself, which he didn’t see immediately because he was taking off his own shirt and shorts leaving him in his breifs.

‘Wow’ is all i could think, he was lean, toned, and out of my league. The thoughts wouldn’t stop, thinking about how handsome he was, and then how i looked.

I was taken from my thoughts by feeling his strong hands gently pull my arms to my sides

“Never hide yourself from me, you’re the most perfect woman i have ever seen, you are all i have every wanted.” His voice was soft and calm.

His hands slowly reached behind me to unclip the hooks of my bra. i grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Ivar, no one has seen me like that before” i said matching his volume

“not even you” I managed to whisper

“i know little dove, if you want me to stop, i will and i will let you bathe alone.” he said. He didnt sound mad or annoyed, he sounded sincere.

“im just scared, that you will see eveyrthing, and wont like it.”i said, a slight saddness in my voice.  Because i had not told him to stop, he started to slowly unclasp my bra as he said

“In my eyes there is noting more beautiful than you, you are my light, you are my love, you are my everything. I love you Y/N, and i love your body” he began to slowly pull the straps down my arms, i immideatly moved my arms to cover myself. He did not stop me.

He peppered kisses from my neck, to my chest, down my stomach until he got to my navel. He looked up at me throuh his eyelashes, as if asking permission. I nodded and then closed my eyes, i did not want to see his reaction when he saw me. All of me.

I felt his hands leave my body and i kept my eyes closed, expecting the worse, but not too long afer i felt his arms wrap around me again. I opened my eyed to the most piercing blue eyes looking at me.

“you are so perfect” He whispered

By this time he had taken off his briefs, we both stood there completely open and exposed to each other.

He moved his hands to gently hold my jaw, unconsciously my hands left my chest, now completely exposing myself to him, to hold onto his arms.

He leaned down and pressed the sweetest kiss to my lips, it was as if his lips were made for mine, the way we fit together was so natural. I felt safe, i felt protected, and mostly i felt something i never thought i would. Loved.

We bathed together, just admiring each others presence, me leaning back against his chest as he cupped the warm water and poured it over my shoulder. a sweet gesture that meant more to me then i think he thought.

There was nothing sexual about this, it was sweet and loving and more than anything i ever wanted. 

*A few hours later* 

We laid in bed together, me curled into his side listening to him talk about his upbringing, school, and his family a little more. It fet so nice to just lay here with him and hear his stories, i listened to every word that left his mouth. He stopped abruptly and looked down at me with a pouty look on his face 

“can i ask you something?” he said with a whiny voice i giggled softly and nodded

“can we switch positions? Will you hold me?” i gigglle lighlty again and without saying anything i flipped over onto my back and he immediately curled into my side, laid his head on my chest and threw a leg over my waist. 

It must have been a funny sight, a man almost double my size laying onme like a child. But i loved it, i gently played with his still damp hair and listened to him continued with his stories. 

The conversation gradually shifted to the party we would be going to the following day 

“stay by my side tomorrow night, i dont wanna lose you” 

“ivar its just your family” 

“exactly! i would not want you getting stuck in a druken conversation with one of my brothers” I giggled lightly and ruffled his hair

“It will be okay Ivar” 

i saw his tone change almost immediately, he got tense all of s sudden as he sat up and leaned over to his bag 

“i actually have another question for you, i told them all you were my fiancé, so if thats okay with you ill introduce you as that. I have this to make it more believable. I know that after we leave here we will probably never see each other again, but after the party you can keep the ring as well. ” and he handed me a small ring box.

i opened it to reveal the most beautiful ring i had ever seen, not to mention it was also huge 

it was the ring i had always wanted.... and he knew it. I tried to shut those thoughts out of my head. 

i just nodded slightly and handed him the box, he placed it on the bedside table and shut off the light. 

When he laid back down he didn’t try to hold me, or cuddle into me again, he just laid next to me. 

The entire mood changed immediately, back to grey. 

I wanted to scream or cry, or bury myself away never to be seen again. 

I had finally opened back up to him, just for him to remind me that this is temporary, that we were nothing, and that when we got back. i would never see him again. 

i turned on my side facing the wall, i didnt want him to think that i was being petty or that i was mad at him. it was just, looking at him made everything harder. 

i fell for him, hard. I was in love with the man who had stalked me. He was the first and only person to see all of me. But we were nothing, and were not going to be anything. 

The thoughts kept pouring into my head, keeping me awake. I could not sleep knowing that the only person i have ever loved, stalked me and then madem e fall in love with him, not by force. 

Pretending to be in a relationship with him tomorrow won’t be difficult, because it came natural to me. I loved him, and i wanted him. Despite everything, i wanted the man who had stalked me. 

I heard his soft snoring, and i let out a small cry. I did not want him to worry, so i waited until he was asleep to let it out. 

All i wanted was to turn arounf curl into him, but i couldn’t. it would make it hurt more. 

i let myself cry until i was too exhausted to keep my eyes open, falling into a restless sleep. 

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