#you’re not radical you’re just an asshole

[stuckasmain]

I’ve talked about Hal’s deactivation a while ago, giving a new perspective on the scene. It being more an ‘act of mercy’ than violence, now I want to come at it from more of a Hal perspective than Dave’s. That’s one of the great parts about it is that there is so so much to dissect and interpret.

The way Hal is described in the book is more times than not compared to that of a human brain, while also being sure to insist he is machine. Yet, his behavior is described more as an illness than a glitch. It’s been talked about before by many, myself included, but it’s so hhhh- more specifically he’s described as Neurotic

a mental condition that is not caused by organic disease, involving symptoms of stress (depression, anxiety, obsessive behaviour, hypochondria) but not a radical loss of touch with reality.

It’s the fact Hal isn’t exactly aware he’s making these mistakes, maybe on some level he is but sticking with the illness angle, it’s hallucinatory. It’s making up these problems to cope with the stress of having to keep up with the lie. All is better for him if contact is cut with earth, they’re the ones who made him withhold the truth and he’s programmed to carry it out regardless. He’s trying to cut out the infection while simultaneously being unable too— in good “conscious”.

Additionally there’s his abject refusal to admit fault or wrongdoing. He is incapable of error- it’s not his fault! It’s not! It’s not! The mere idea of him even being capable of a mistake blows his entire world apart, widening his mental break. The 9000 unit reproduces most functions of the human brain, unfortunately for a computer that also means the ability for mistakes as much as it hurts him. I think it’s a mix of not wanting to admit it and being unable to recognize it because all of his life he has been told it just isn’t possible.

Then it turns to full blown paranoia. Kill before you’re killed. He catches them talking about potentially shutting him down if things go south and strikes prematurely. There’s been great talks about cycles of violence, survival and comparisons to the man apes but what I want to point out was how unnecessary it was. For one- if it had failed, they’d not ‘harm’ him as he’d be right and two

“… he would be deprived of all his inputs, and thrown into an unimaginable state of unconsciousness. To Hal, this was the equivalent of death. For he had never slept, and therefore he did not know that one could wake again…” (149)

Hal has never known sleep or rest or anything but work. He does not know he can wake again and to him he reacts in a crazed self defense. He was never going to be killed and that’s the kicker. He doesn’t notice the tone Bowman and Poole talk with either, how it’s a last resort and neither are particularly happy about the idea… they feel it’d be rude- harming a friend who didn’t know he did anything wrong.

What also gets me is that right before everything happens he almost completely restores confidence within him. Unit fails, he can be trusted after all but then… no they’ll kill me… I’m not wrong but they plan murder … no they’ll harm the mission…to Hal, who at this stage fully believes he’s telling the truth it must seem as though they’d suddenly turned against him. His crew becomes another infection to get rid of. It is true “panic murder” if they’re gone I don’t have to grapple with this.

Back to his actual deactivation, I’ve heard the way Hal speaks here as intentionally manipulative. Appealing to Dave’s sympathies to try and save his life, and while I do like this angle it ignores how Hal is seemingly “back to normal” post murder. He’s so sick he sort of snaps out of it into this lucid state of being unaware of anything that happened - going so far as to ask if he’s figured out what happened. (However this could also just be him being a semi aware asshole.) but with how many times he absolutely insists he’s back to normal it’s clear he’s not.

While daisy is a reference and a way to show the true deterioration of Hal’s mind, I like to think of it as a final rushed confession. Those last moments of lucidity while the mind is going- quick squeaked last words — the “I love you” while on a deathbed, going back to the earlier analogies.

In the end. He confesses. Confesses, in part, his guilt and his love. At long last Hal admits some bit of fault “not been myself lately” in a rather round about way that is so fitting of him. Some part of him finally admits something isn’t right… he’s very sick and he understands this has to happen while also being sick enough where he’s frightened and confused and not wrong ever! “Why are you doing this to me? I love you,”

In the end “sick but brilliant brain” is right.

#2001 a space odyssey #2001 aso #tragic little sick gay computer #dave bowman #David bowman #hal 9000 #halman #meta #scene analysis #space odyssey #a space odyssey #character study #character analysis #2001 meta

[weebsinstash]

I’m not seeing enough love for our douchebag loser Adam 😢 like this man is the original dick 😂

No but really I love/Hate him. Like he is such a bully and a loser, I wanna punch him just as much as I want him to degrade me. Like I saw a bit of art on TikTok earlier where under his robe he was like lithe kind of like Lucifer and was like damnnnn

But just imagine your a newly ascended soul, you somehow made it to Heaven, and he’s like instantly into you. And you’re all blush and such because shit this is Adam, this is the first man, and he’s kinda charming if you squint and look sideways. But then the glamour fades after a while and you like kind of ghost him? And he’s like what the fuck? But you’ve had plenty of practice at avoiding asshole exes when you were alive so hiding from this asshole isn’t too hard, it’s easy to get lost in Heaven, but damn if he doesn’t like it when you play hard to get.

Girlie when I say I fuckin GOTCHU

I can definitely finish up that post and publish it so I'm not discussing the same exact ideas twice but, ugh god yes he would definitely be one of those "you're playing hard to get" guys who can't take a fucking hint, like literally cannot conceptualize that he's being an off-putting rude invasive creep and is just either completely unaware or in complete denial of your obvious massive dislike of him

Ok like. You know how it was a joke in Helluva Boss that there are no HR departments in Hell because it's Hell. What if the other side of that coin is.... Heaven ALSO doesn't have HR departments "because we're all so happy and get along, we don't need them!"

You go to an angel implying that ADAM THE FIRST MAN is being inappropriate with you and they'd either completely brush you off and act like his behavior is totally acceptable (because they're so used to it) or they straight up don't believe you. You go to SERA and she'd knowingly and intetionally fucking GASLIGHT YOU that you must be misinterpreting his intentions (you arent) and that Adam would neeEeever hurt anyone or force himself onto you (he would). Like, Sera? THAT bitch? She would hand you over to Adam just to get him to stop acting so fucking rowdy if she mildly THOUGHT it would help him do his duties better

Just hope that this guy doesn't have any weird abusive complexes about making partners obey because of his wives leaving him which definitely 😉 isn't a real possibility 😉 he Definitely wouldn't consider hiding you away because that way no one else can steal you away or poison your mind or convince you to leave him, and, well, if you start acting out, well.... HE'S the man in this relationship! He's allowed to just, make the decision of what to do with you since that's basically what he was CREATED FOR, right? To be the provider, the hunter, the gatherer?

So you won't be subservient to him? Well, that fuckin sucks ass, but he can work with that! Obviously as a REAL MAN he can find solutions for anything! ... and his solutions totally don't just boil down to isolating you somewhere like a little kid with a toy who is refusing to share.... totally not... that wouldn't be very masculine at all... totally not radical...

#yandere hellaverse #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere x reader #hh #sinprompts

[dont-touch-the-phlebotinum]

Steve has never really let himself care about Halloween. In high school he was too cool for that dorky shit – it was just an excuse to throw a party; to choose whatever costume would make him look hottest and ensure all eyes were on him; to savour the weeks of, 'Are you going to Harrington's for Halloween?' and, 'I can't believe you missed Steve's party!' overheard in the school corridors. And then he discovered the Upside Down, and out went the parties and the notoriety and trying so damn hard to be someone he's not, but by then it was too late. Halloween kind of loses its appeal when you know the monsters are really out there.

It's a shame, really. The things he's seen in the Upside Down could have inspired a Halloween party that would get everyone talking.

But instead of music and drinks and everyone who's anyone filling Steve's living room, he's playing host to, well, everyone who's not; the very people who'd have never set foot inside Steve's house had the course of all their lives not been radically altered. They're sprawled out on and around the couch in front of the TV, the kids arguing whether or not to fast-forward the ads at the beginning of the movie, 'cause according to Dustin the trailers are the best part, while Eddie and Robin are trying and failing to throw popcorn into each other's mouths from six feet away.

Steve just watches the quiet chaos for a moment, a fond smile on his face. He's long past pretending he doesn't prefer this life to his old one.

He picks his way between the bodies on the floor to set down another bowl of snacks, dodging the handful of kernels that go flying through the air towards Robin. She misses every one of them, and only narrowly avoids giving herself a concussion on the side of the coffee table in the process.

"You guys are gonna waste all the popcorn before the movie even starts."

Robin pulls a face at him as she tries to right herself, but if she says anything in return Steve's not listening, his attention already turned to Eddie. It's hard to pay attention to anything else, sometimes. Most of the time, to be honest. He's looking up at Steve with those huge brown eyes, the picture of innocence where he's sat on the couch, knees tucked up towards his chest, trying to balance an impossible amount of popcorn in one hand. Steve can't help but follow the movement as Eddie picks up a kernel and brings it to his lips.

"You're blocking the screen, Steve," says Dustin, swatting at Steve's legs and making a show of trying to peer around him.

"Yeah, 'cause you're really missing a lot." Steve gestures back to the TV, bands of static obscuring the picture as Mike fast-forwards the tape. Evidently Dustin lost the battle over the ads. Still, he clambers over Dustin, holding onto his head for balance and making sure to tread on him as many times as possible, towards the seat Eddie's saved for him on the couch. "Shift over, Sinclair. You're hogging all the room."

"If you didn't have such a big ass you wouldn't need so much room," Lucas shoots back, but he scoots over to the other side of the couch for Steve to plant himself directly in the middle, far enough away from Eddie to avoid suspicion but not so far it looks like he's trying not to sit close to him.

"Hey, it's that big ass that gets King Steve all the girls," says Eddie, with a grin that only stretches wider when Steve glares back at him. "Show it some respect."

From below them Steve hears Robin snort loudly.

"You guys are assholes." He turns his attention to the TV as the opening credits start to roll, some schlocky B-movie Robin picked out that Steve's never even heard of. "How can you even want to watch scary movies after everything we've seen?"

"What's the matter, Harrington?" says Eddie. "Worried you're gonna have nightmares?"

"Yeah!" He's only half joking. To be honest, there probably aren't many horror movies that could scare Steve more than the Upside Down already has, but they make for a pretty compelling reminder of the decidedly non-fictional monsters Steve would much rather forget.

Eddie knocks his shoulder against Steve's. "Need me to hold your hand?" he says, and his tone is so brazenly flirtatious Steve would be worried about the others starting to suspect something if Eddie hadn't been this way for as long as Steve's known him. He could probably plant a kiss on Steve right in front of them and they'd dismiss it as just Eddie being Eddie. Steve's not about to voice that thought though, just in case Eddie decides to test it.

He just nudges Eddie in the ribs in response, careful to avoid the scar tissue that still gives him trouble, and with a laugh Eddie turns back to watch the movie.

But maybe watching's not the best term for what they're doing. Mostly they're all just mocking the crappy effects and loudly predicting each twist they can see coming a mile away; the kids reacting with noisy, gleeful revulsion at the grisly deaths that Steve really shouldn't be letting them watch, Eddie and Robin yelling at the screen each time the characters trip into yet another dumb horror movie cliché.

As the next cry of, 'Just run, you idiot!' fills the room, Steve stretches his arm above his head and slowly, subtly curls it around the back of the couch behind Eddie. It's an old move, but Steve's a master at it by now. From the corner of his eye he sees Eddie fall still, lips twitching into a smile as he waits for Steve to make his move.

But Steve doesn't do it just yet. He watches the others for a moment, and only when he's satisfied that they're all too wrapped up in the movie to pay attention to Steve and Eddie does he slide his arm around Eddie's shoulders, fingertips brushing against his bare skin.

There's a scream from the TV and a chorus of 'eww's around the room, but Steve's not looking to see what they're reacting to. He's focused on the slow rise and fall of Eddie's chest, the subtle shift of his body as he presses himself back against Steve's side. His hand sneaks up towards Steve's, threading their fingers together, and he looks back to meet Steve's gaze. They share a secret smile.

Eddie's body is warm against Steve's. It's familiar by now, the gentle weight of Eddie against him, the heat of his skin beneath Steve's fingers, but Steve's not sure he'll ever get tired of it. Usually the only time Eddie manages to sit still for more than five minutes is when his mind drifts back to the Upside Down, so the moments like this, when they can just enjoy being curled up together watching crappy movies without Steve having to pull Eddie out of his own head or falling victim to a wildly gesturing hand, are worth savouring.

And while they might not have the place to themselves like usual, it's dark enough in Steve's living room that he braves to shift a little closer, lets his hand trail down the length of Eddie's arm as he noses at Eddie's hair. It still smells faintly of Steve's shampoo, and he breathes it in with a smile.

Steve's fooled around with girls in the back row of the movie theatre enough times that this shouldn't be thrilling – especially since they're not even doing anything, just sharing gentle little touches that could be so easily explained away if any of the others did notice them – but his heart is still thudding insistently against his ribs and his fingers itch for just a little bit more.

They brush the frayed edge of Eddie's t-shirt, the sides sliced open deep enough to give Steve easy access to the skin beneath, and Eddie's breath hitches when Steve's fingers ghost over his nipple. His hand settles on Eddie's side, as if the touch was completely accidental, and he keeps his eyes on the TV, fighting a grin as Eddie looks over at him.

But Eddie can give as good as he gets. His own hand curls on Steve's knee and slowly slides higher as Steve squirms beneath him, the touch just innocent enough that it can be explained away if anyone catches it while still managing to drive Steve to distraction.

Steve takes a steadying breath and tries desperately to keep his attention on the movie.

"Jesus, Steve, would you stop fidgeting?"

Robin's voice cuts through Steve's racing thoughts, quickly followed by her elbow colliding with his shin as she tries to reposition herself on the floor in front of him.

"Yeah, Steve," says Eddie. His hand has disappeared from Steve's thigh, and his eyes glitter with amusement at the look Steve levels him with. "Some of us are trying to watch the movie."

"As if you haven't already seen it, like, fifty times."

"Would you shut up already?" says Dustin.

"All right, geez." Steve rolls his eyes, but he finally pulls away from Eddie, and this time he's able to watch the rest of the movie without distraction.

They're halfway through another when Steve's eyelids begin to droop, and the next thing he knows there's a gentle nudging at his side stirring him awake again. The room is quiet, nothing but static on the TV.

"Steve," Eddie breathes against his ear. "They're all asleep."

"Think we can slip away?"

Eddie looks down. Dustin's sprawled right beneath Eddie's feet, taking up just about every inch of space between the couch and the coffee table. Maybe they could clamber over the back of the couch without disturbing anyone, but to be honest Steve doesn't trust Eddie's coordination that much. And if he goes tumbling to the floor in a cacophony of jangling chains and swearing, the two of them definitely won't be able to escape to Steve's bedroom tonight.

"Screw it," whispers Steve, his hand on Eddie's jaw as he pulls him in for a kiss. Eddie makes a tiny, muffled noise against his lips that just makes Steve grip him tighter, and Eddie's hand curls around Steve's wrist like he never wants him to let go.

It's not exactly comfortable, nor can things get half as heated as Steve would like when they're surrounded by sleeping friends, but it's Eddie, and Steve hasn't been able to kiss him since first thing this morning so he's not gonna stop until he absolutely has to.

"Quiet," Eddie grits out between kisses.

"You be quiet."

Steve's just starting to really sink into it, the press of Eddie's mouth against his, the faint scratch of stubble beneath Steve's wandering palm where Eddie didn't bother to shave this morning, when he feels Eddie freeze in his arms. He pulls back from Steve's grasp, his eyes wide.

Steve follows Eddie's gaze across the room.

Robin's sitting up, looking over at them with her mouth agape and eyebrows creeping up to disappear beneath her bangs.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. But before Steve can move far enough past that thought to pull some kind of explanation out of his ass, some reason that him making out with Eddie is definitely not what it looks like, Robin's expression melts into a broad grin.

"I knew it!" she hisses in delight.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve x eddie #stranger things #stranger things fic #my writing

[chrollohearttags]

firm believer that musician!eren definitely pulls signs from the crowd with LGBTQ+ or other important messages on them and holds them up while he’s performing. He makes it his mission for his shows to be a safe space and inclusive for everyone. He has a vest on it that says ‘Protect Trans Kids’ and ‘BLM’ that a fan painted for him and he will absolutely call out any asshole that’s been bigoted, racist or anything else. He would definitely use his platform to call out asshole politicians, screams ‘fuck the police’ every chance he gets and he’s radical as fuck in his music. Hates all authority and government. He just doesn’t play that ignorant shit at all. And he’ll definitely give speeches during his sets to his fans.

“You guys are my family. Without you, there’d be no me..never let some dumb motherfucker make you feel like you don’t have a place in this world. You matter, regardless of what you look like, what you are and where you come from. If nobody’s told you, I fucking love you. If you’re dealing with something and nobody knows, know that you’re not alone. You got me.”

#an ally #an icon #we stan ej in this house #aot x black reader #musician x influencer au #musician au #musician eren #aot au #eren headcanons #eren jaeger #eren imagines #and y/n be so proud #she be posting pictures of him holding the signs up #eren jeager #snk au #alternative universe

[apocalypse-shuffle]

JASON TODD | RED HOOD (generalized canon)

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“Potential” (Jason Todd x Fem!Reader)

| You meet an interesting stranger in the syfy aisle. Oh! And there’s a body between you two.

| SFW, meet-cute shit (TW: Reader is briefly harassed, infidelity mentioned, radical book recommendations)

| Inspo: There’s this part in the Gotham Knights game where Hood’s talking to Harley and she goes “And! And! And! He would've personally taken me back to Blackgate. Like a gentleman.” and his response is “Yeah, we both know I’m not a gentleman.” and that line has me fucked up its delivered so well.

| The pictures used are just for aesthetics and have no contextual meaning to the story. (pic source: Red Hood: Outlaws webtoon)

| 1k+ words

You were in the middle of the bookstore quite happily minding your business when you spotted your ex-boyfriend.

The sigh you let out is from the debts of your soul. You curse your bad luck before ducking down to hide inside the fantasy section; moving through the store on quick feet in hopes of losing him by the syfy books so you could go about your day unscathed. From what you remember the man had a fervent dislike of the prospect of alien sex.

You had no feelings for your ex whatsoever, but he was a dick – a huge one – and you knew from experience that it would only end in an argument if he discovered you here.

Swiftly rounding another corner you almost bump into someone.

“My bad,” you say automatically, looking up.

When you see who it is your eyes squeeze shut, trying to keep your calm, before you open them again when your ex's annoying voice reaches your ears.

"Hey, Y/N! It's been a while, you look great."

"Mhm," you hum, but add louder and with fake lightness, "It has been a while, but I'm in a hurry so..."

You want to turn around and leave, but he completely ignores your words and continues talking.

“You know, it’s funny, I was just thinking about you.” He licks his lips and takes a good long look at your chest. “Maybe it’s a sign. You wanna come over?"

“Mm.” you grunt, pushing past him without caring for his potential response. “That’d be hard to do with my work and all. I’m pretty busy nowadays.”

It’s a statement, there’s no suggestive or sly lilt present in your words, period. You don’t want to give him any false hope or rile him up.

There was a reason you ignored all of his attempts to get back with you. He was the one who cheated, fucking you up for months afterwards. Why he thought he was gonna work his bummy ass back into your life was beyond you.

While passing him he suddenly reaches out, his pale fingers wrap tightly around your wrist. Your book slips from your grasp and hits the ground with a damning thud.

“Look, I’m down. Yes or no? I hate when you play around like this.”

There it was again, you’re not surprised by the sudden change of attitude. He’d always been like that, friendly and happy as long as everyone did what he wanted, aggressive and rude when not. Two sided asshole.

“Let go,” you keep your voice even to not draw any attention, ignoring the urge to immediately cuss him out.

The grip on your wrist tightens, his eyes flashing with rage, and you contemplate swinging on him then running before your leg makes up your mind for you.

On instinct you were already twisting to get free, but as he tried to manhandle you he opened himself up. You take the shot without thinking, your knee coming up in a blur.

The man makes a low pained sound and slowly drops to the floor. You’re about to rush to the front, pay for your shit, and quietly make your leave - you did not want to be here when he got up - when a startled laugh reaches your ears. Your gaze snaps towards a fairly tall dark haired man.

So much for leaving quietly.

The newest addition to your section must sense your trepidation because when you fleetingly meet one another’s eyes he raises his hands.

“I’m not here to snitch,” he juts his chin out to indicate the other end of the aisle. “Was just walking through.”

“Yeah,” you nod, licking your lips. Your hand absentmindedly wraps around your wrist, rubbing at the phantom touch still present as you contemplate leaving your book behind.

New guy notices that too.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.” You glance at a smattering of neon colored paper backs, “it’s not like he had much chance to do anything but grab me.”

He doesn’t look like you’ve convinced him you’re fine but doesn’t push. Shrugging, he transitions the book he’d had under his arm to one of his hands and stuffs his free hand in his jacket pocket.

“If you say so-”

Right then is when your ex seems to regain some of his limited wits back.

“You’re a real ugly fucking bitch, Y/n.”

You open your mouth to throw something just as nasty back to him but the new guy beats you to it.

“Hey man, unless you're looking for another kick to the dick I’d watch your mouth around the lady.”

“Ohh,” you draw out dramatically with a tense giggle. His willingness to poke fun at the man on the floor has you feeling positive enough to make a move (though you’re still not exactly sure why he’s striking up a conversation with you).

“What a gentleman,” you bend over to snatch up your temporarily discarded book, bouncing right back to your position away from the new guy afterwards.

“Nah, nothing gentlemanly about me. Just imparting some wisdom.”

“That’s nice of you, but it’ll take way more than a few words to make this dumbass act like he’s got any sense.”

He makes an amused sound and smiles, a mild upturn of his lips. It fits on his face oddly, like he doesn’t do it often, but it makes you want to smile back anyway. He’s relaxed, clearly fit even under the sweats, hoodie and leather jacket, and holding what looks like How I Shed My Skin.

You give him a searching look at that. The book’s entry level College course shit but it was a…start. You’d read it as an unofficial recommendation from one of your professors, but only the once.

You point to where it’s held in his hand. “If you like that you should read Lies My Teachers Told Me. It’s more broad, but a good read.”

He looks down at the book like he forgot it was there, brow raised, before chuckling.

“Oh, this is for one of my sister's classes. She asked if I’d read it with her so she’d have someone she actually likes to discuss it with.” He nods to you, flashes another smile. “I’ll - ah - I’ll be sure to check your book out though.”

“Cool. You come here often enough maybe you can tell me what you think?”

“Yeah. I’d be down for that actually. Thanks.”

New guy nods before tilting his head. He seemingly takes a better look at where your ex’s still curled up with both hands cupping his dick.

He whistles, “I gotta tell ya, I was gonna come in and save the day but you already had it handled. I think those are actual tears.”

“He was pissing me off and I just kind of - um? - reacted,” you shrug.

“You’ve got good aim then, that was a solid blow,” he nudges your ex with his foot causing the man to groan. “I could make him hurt for a bit longer if you want?”

You blink. How very tempting of him to offer.

“A little white on white crime?”

He scoffs, gives you an amused look.

“Why not?”

Your brows raise mildly and a huff of suppressed laughter passes your lips but you ultimately wave him off.

“As nice as that sounds, I'll have to pass.”

“Too bad,” he shrugs. “I’ve had a boring night.”

“Are your nights usually more entertaining than seeing someone get kneed in the balls?”

“Just typical Gotham shit. You know how it is.”

“Yup. You never know what's gonna happen in this damn city,” you flick your hand to accentuate your words and finally let a faint smile slip onto your face. “It’s home though.”

“Yeah, I think so too.”

His eyes are intense, bordering on green, and you can’t look at them for too long as your conversation lulls.

You make an aborted motion towards the front of the store.

“Well I should - you know - get going, but it was nice talking to you. Thanks for the offer from before.”

“Hold on -shit! Sorry, I-” he makes a sound somewhere between a huff and a grunt.

You swivel back to him silently, tiny upturn playing on your lips when he waves his words away.

“Just- Any time,” he steps over your ex. “I’m Jason by the way.”

You raise an eyebrow at the hand he holds out, giving it a cursory inspection - lots of calluses, bruised knuckles - before throwing a little caution to the wind and shaking it.

“Y/n,” you smile at him and his eyes zero in on your mouth immediately. His own peculiar grin comes back from where it’d fallen off in your silence.

“Y/n,” he tests the name, makes it sound reverent. Like it tastes good on his tongue. “I’ll remember that. Next time I see you, you think maybe you could recommend something a little less…’broad’?”

“Hmm,” you tilt your head back, hand still clasped in his warm one, and look him up and down. He had promise and he was definitely good looking. You'd give him that. “If you finish my recommendation then you can for sure read something lighter with me.”

“With you, huh?”

You hum an affirmative.

“Alright I’ll -ah- take you up on that offer,” he lets go, backing up just enough that the heel of his sneaker bares down on your ex’s penis. The wheeze he lets out makes you giggle and Jason loves that if the dorky self satisfied look on his face is anything to go by. “Till next time, Y/n.”

“Goodbye Jason,” you tease before walking off. You’ll see if he makes the cut or if you’ll have to change bookstores.

NOTES: Honorable line mention from the game: when Jason says spatchcock chicken dead serious as if spatchcock is not the most ridiculous sounding word. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!

p.s.: Jason canonically (I believe) can’t flirt so I was trying to find a balance between him being fine when he’s just striking a conversation and fumbling a bit more when he tries to secure a second meeting. Did I succeed? Who’s to say.

I’m not (obviously) going to do anything for Christmas but HAPPY beginning of KWANZAA!! (I’m posting this before the sixth day, but I’d like to think I’ve been practicing the principle of Kuumba with my little writing endeavor on this blog so 🤷🏾‍♀️.)

Anyway, thank y’all for all the follows and likes/reblogs this year, and let’s hope my plans for 2023 don’t fall through!

#jason todd #red hood #black!reader #black y/n #jason todd x black!reader #red hood x black!reader #jason todd imagine #red hood imagine #red hood fluff #jason todd fluff #red hood x reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #meet cute #black female reader

[glorious-spoon]

Not sure if you still post for the IT fandom but 18+reddie pretty please

Thank you! Number 18 was Ghost Towns by Radical Face, so here's a bit of established-relationship Reddie returning to Derry.

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no past or future here

~800 words

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Just past the Derry town line, Richie swerves the car to the right so suddenly that Eddie thinks an animal must have run out in the road. Then he brakes jerkily and guides it onto the shoulder, gravel crunching beneath the wheels. The close-growing goldenrod brushes against the passenger door as he throws it into park with a lurch.

Eddie lifts his head, blinking heavily. Usually, he drives—Richie likes to tease him for being a control-freak, but the truth is they’re both happier when Richie can fuck around on his phone and Eddie can focus on the road instead of biting his tongue on complaints about how fast Richie tends to take the turns—but he took a Xanax on the plane and he's still a little groggy.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yep,” Richie says tightly.

“You're not about to throw up, are you?”

Richie shakes his head. His shoulders heave, and he says, “No, I think I'm gonna fucking cry.”

“Oh,” Eddie says. And then, “Oh, shit, sweetheart, come here—”

Richie folds into his arms. It’s awkward with the center console between them, the cup-holder digging into Eddie’s hip, but he pays it no mind. Richie is clutching at him—shoulder, hip, the back of his head, quick frantic touches like he’s reassuring himself that Eddie is here—and his whole body shakes with sobs. It’s deeply jarring. Richie is a self-proclaimed crybaby, inclined to get teary-eyed at movies and romantic gestures and often enough during sex, but the only time Eddie has ever seen him cry like this in all the time they’ve been together was at his father’s funeral.

Just like he did then, Eddie holds him close and tries his best to hide his shock.

“Hey,” he says softly, into Richie’s hair. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay, come on.”

“Yeah,” Richie says raggedly. His face is still pressed to Eddie’s shoulder; Eddie’s t-shirt is wet with tears and snot, but he’ll worry about that later. "This fucking place. Do you remember?"

"Some," Eddie admits. He's been getting bits and pieces ever since Mike's phone call. It's all still tangled up: the playground and the Barrens and the bridge with friendly phrases like suck my infected cockkk carved on it. Big Bill. Stanley. Mike and Beverly and Ben. Sepia-toned flashes of memory, all out of order. Playing Chutes and Ladders on the floor of the Denbrough house with Bill and Georgie. Standing in the funeral home in his one good suit, watching Bill stare at a tiny coffin with a blank, stunned numbness that seemed beyond tears.

There's more. He knows there's more. More, and impossibly worse.

“Something really bad happened to us here, didn’t it?” Richie asks eventually. His voice is still thick.

Eddie nods. That memory still feels slippery and shadowed, like he’s digging through dark mud to grasp at some slimy wriggling thing with sharp teeth, but it’s there. The echo of that fear. Richie’s voice, young and terrified and furious, screaming, welcome to the Loser’s Club, asshole!

“Yeah,” he says. His voice is rusty, creaking, strange. An old door hinge on an old house with something terrible underneath it.

His mind slams down on the thought nearly as soon as it surfaces, but the dread remains.

“Yeah,” Richie says. He straightens finally, wiping ineffectively at his face, and Eddie allows annoyance and instinct to override him for a moment.

“Stop that, Jesus, you’re just going to smear snot all over your hand,” he says, leaning down to root through the bag at his feet until he comes up with a packet of wet wipes, which he hands to Richie. Richie takes it, and gives him an extremely wobbly smile.

“I love you,” he says.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut. “Yeah.” And then, “I don’t want to go back.”

“We don’t have to,” Richie says immediately. “Seriously. Say the word and I’ll turn around right now. We can be at the airport by three. We don’t owe this town shit.”

For some reason, even though he was just thinking exactly the same thing, that gives Eddie pause.

“Not the town,” he says, “but.”

“Them, yeah.” Richie sags back against his seat, then sets the wipes down to drag both hands through his hair. “Fuck.”

“I don’t want to go back,” Eddie says again, and this time he finishes it. “But we do have to, don’t we.”

He doesn’t phrase it as a question, but Richie nods anyway. His hands drop, flex in his lap. Eddie can see the scar on his palm—the familiar little white line that he’s run his fingers over so many times, marveling thoughtlessly at its similarity to the one on his own hand. And no fucking wonder. They both came from the same piece of broken glass. He reaches out to touch it, then brings Richie’s palm to his lips. Richie lets him do it, then cups his chin and draws him into a brief kiss that still tastes like salt.

“Okay,” he says when they break apart. “Okay.”

Eddie drops back into his seat and re-buckles his belt. Richie nods, and then turns the key, puts the car back in drive, and pulls out onto the road.

#it #reddie #reddie fic #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #my fic #prompt fic

[pineapplerightsideupcake]

Can we stop calling the hate a section of radblr is spewing “infighting”?

The difference between :

“women that date men are dick worshipping whores and semen makes you stupid. Stop whining about not being able to date jakey and just admit you’re a shitty feminist”

And

“Could you not say that about other women please”

Is not infighting. It’s bullying from a group of terminally online assholes that have mistaken MRA talking points for feminism but think they get to gatekeep the word “radical”

#radical feminism #radblr #radical feminist community #radical feminist safe #radical feminists do interact #radical feminists do touch

[munsster]

I just rewatched 10 Things I Hate About You and can’t stop thinking about Billy x a reader who is similar to Kat (Idk if you’ve watched it, if not then just ignore this) but could you do any headcanons or anything for this?

10 things i hate about billy hargrove

A/N: i fuckin love this movie and i love miss kat stratford and her hot grungy bf

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader, 10 Things I Hate About You AU

Warnings: 10 things i hate about you AU, fluff, enemies to lovers, pet names (doll), fem!reader

the story the headcanons

dustin, lucas, and steve are 100% the ones trying to set billy up with you

at first it was dustin and lucas trying to befriend max

then realizing they’d have to distract her scary ass brother

“i heard he smokes 10 packs a day” + “didn’t he just get out of jail???” + “no way, all he did was break some guy’s leg” “dude, he’s gonna murder us” + “i heard he has a chainsaw collection. and it’s stored right next to his hunting knife collection” + “dude… he’s gonna murder us”

THEN realizing steve is acquainted with him

and, finally, realizing steve has other connections

like you, for instance

clever, stubborn, and most of all: distracting

turns out, you and billy already know each other!!!!!

also, turns out, you and billy already hate each other

like fr loathing, foaming at the mouth, seething sexually charged hatred

so when dustin bribes steve into bribing billy into dating you, it doesn’t go so well

(“you think i’m fuckin’ stupid, golden boy? there’s no chance in hell—” “actually, i think you’re a loser and… i have a debt to repay” “so you think $30 is gonna convince me to take some shrew on a date?” “fine, i’ll give you $50” “$100” “$75. and if it goes well *sigh* i’ll give u the $25” “one date?” “yup” “deal”)

so now he’s got 75 bucks in his pocket and a cigarette between his lips and his sights set on you

you’re right outside the music room perched on an amp with a stratocaster in your lap

and you KNOW this asshole stalks up to you and flicks your amp off WHILE YOU’RE PLAYING 🤬

oh and he lays it on thick, he is working for that extra $25

“hey, don’t i know you?” + “shit, you sit in front of me in history” + “sooooo… how ‘bout that mrs. click, huh—ow, jesus” + “play nice” + “so… you know any whitesnake?” + “c’mon, doll, how ‘bout you let me take you to a party friday night—lemme guess, not your scene, right?” + “what..? you want a drag?”

he is definitely being too nice to you

so you tell him to scram and he gets all defensive and oooooH he is fuming

dustin and lucas are watching from behind a tree or bush or something and they just *facepalm*

and max like BEGS steve to pay him more and steve is all like mumblegrumblebrbrbrb i already paid him

but steve gets PISSED at billy like “give me my money back if you’re not even gonna try”

and billy scoffs like “hey man, i’m tryna work a miracle. shit takes time”

then he finds your car in the lot after school, leaned against the driver’s side like

(“nice car. y’know, you can bum a ride with me anytime.” “as… radical as that sounds, i prefer riding in cars that don’t smell like smoke” “hey. the camaro’s a smoke-free zone, doll face. keepin’ it clean just for you” “bite me” “don’t have to tell me twice”)

at this point the three stooges—dustin, lucas, steve—and max decide to do a little digging

and actually????? you and billy are scarily alike

same music taste, hang out at the same places, hate the same people

it’s a wonder nobody thought of this sooner

so steve keeps giving billy advice like “she goes to that one really weird place with the loud music on thursdays so go and… try to look nice, alright?”

“are you sayin’ i don’t look nice, harrington?”

“NO. 😐” steve likes to rethink all of his life choices sometimes

anyways, billy goes, of course, and he spots you immediately

and you look hot

you’re dancing up by the stage, and even the bassist is making eyes at you

if he didn’t think you were a bitch, he probably would’ve bought you a drink by now

he’s also wearing a shit ton of cologne because he got nervous he prioritizes smelling good 🥰

and he looks down at the little piece of paper steve gave him and labeled ‘USE IN CASE OF EMERGENCY’, so he opens it and it says “say ‘can i have your number because i lost mine’ and then make a cool face, the ladies love that one”

jesus christ, harrington, how did you ever get laid

then you’re blowing past him in your miniskirt and boots headed for the bar, so he follows you and leans up next to you

(“you come here often?” “do you?” “you kidding? this is my favorite spot” “yeah, right. now, if you’d excuse me, should be getting back to my—” “aw, come on, doll, let me hang around. i’m good asshole repellent” “is that because like repels like?” “har har”)

despite your resistance, he’s right

this place is a breeding ground for weirdos, and you were actually kind of glad that billy stuck around

that and he didn’t dance with anyone else the whole night, even if he wasn’t exactly dancing with you either

he stayed close, but he knew he’d get chewed out if he touched you

it was nice to have—

a friend??? you’re not sure that’s what this is, but having someone is better than having to look out for yourself all of the time

and at the end of the night, he walked you to your car after realizing you were drinking water the whole night

“yunno, my offer for tomorrow night still stands.”

ah yes the party

and you get in your car like “good to know😶”

he’s about to walk away when you roll down the window and say “pick me up at 8”

ohhhh you better believe he’s smirking to himself the whole way home

billy calls max at lucas’s, telling her to ‘keep herself busy tmrw’ because he’d be gone

max hangs up and bolts to the living room to tell the three stooges (who have been joined by mike and robin):

“BILLY’S TAKING HER TO THE PARTY TOMORROW—YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?????” “moviE NIGHT AT STEVE’S HOUSE!!!!” “NO!” “YAYYYY”

anyways, this date-not-date has him all palms sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy

Nervous with a capital n

he pulls up, walks to the door (a first, he’s the honking type), knocks, and is pretty much floored when you open the door and slam it behind yourself

“oh hi.”

and you half smile like “oh hi”

and he is alarmingly close to you, but you are determined to keep your arms/body about half an inch from his chest while he just

blink blink

stares down at you

“are you… feeling okay?”

he SNAPS out of it

“feeling fine. let’s go” but he definitely had that glazed over, pale but also sweaty and feverish, lifeless flu-gaze just then

true to his word, his car actually smells…. kinda sweet

vanilla somethin-or-other. some kind of baked good. you can’t really place it all too well. pancakes?

DOESN’T MATTER 😟 were u really just thinking about how good his car smells???

embarrassing 😳 for u

all the while he is just about ready to implode while tripping along behind you into the loud ass party

you’re gorgeous

and lost immediately

you roll your eyes when a pretty cheerleader runs her fingers through the curly ends of his hair and coos his name sweetly

you’re out of sight when she plants a kiss on his cheek, and he unceremoniously shoves her away

he gets that treatment all night

people are suddenly obsessed with him?????? god 🙄

by the time he actually finds you again, it’s two hours later, and you’re watching cartoons in the living room in some guy’s lap leaning against him like—like ?? i dont know but GOD billy could die right there

you’re just giggling to yourself, suddenly tame and half-lidded and pressing yourself against some stranger in a dark room with a red solo cup in your hand

“alright, doll, time to wrap it up, it’s gettin’ late” “no it’s not. why do you care?” “cmon, i’m playing chaperone, let’s go” “nuh-uh—”

and then sideburns over here goes “think the lady can speak for herself, buster” and that’s pretty much billy’s last straw

it’s no secret he has a talent for physical altercations with assholes, so he manages you off the guy’s lap before yanking him up by the collar and laying him out on the floor

just wailing on him really, and you’re slurring out some curses to yourself, trying so hard not to watch but billy is undoubtedly stunning

even while yk beating some sicko up

“alright, let it go!” tommy shouts from the back of the crowd that inevitably formed when someone yelled fight “billy, come on”

and he uses his sleeve to wipe at his bloody nose before tilting his head back, grabbing your hand, and jetting out the back door

“the hell wh—just happened?????” …. you are three sheets to the wind i am afraid

“leave it. i—he was… dunno, you’re gonna be mad no matter what i do so”

and you stop on the sidewalk by his car, tugging his hand and impulsively—drunkenly, gently, coyly, with your lip between your teeth—reach for one of his loosely wound curls

“that guy was pretty weird anyway” your eyes go wide, and he chuckles

“let’s get you home”

“it’s like ten??????????”

“so you’ll be asleep by, what? eleven?”

“better race home then.”

you slump into the passenger’s seat with a—for lack of a better word—sauced smile

not all there, googly eyes, half drooling, it’s a sight

and when he glances at you, you’re staring back at him and it makes him nervous

he finally gets you tucked into bed, sitting next to you with a sigh

“you always get shitfaced at parties?”

“you always abandon your date at parties?”

“touché.”

and he just messes with your blankets, making sure you dont throw up on yourself while you’re still awake

“you’re bleeding. riiiiiiiight”—you poke his temple and he hisses—“there!”

“got it, dollface. thanks.”

“noo problemo, billy-o. heheh.”

he snickers and shakes his head, finally standing from the bed and flicking the lights off

“gonna be alright, sweetheart?” you nod “alright. i’m gonna trust you on this one”

and JUST as he turns to leave—

“billy?” 🥺

its sososo soft and he whips around like “YES!!”

and you pucker your lips

and GOD

as bad as he wants to, you’re too plastered for a goodnight kiss

and this night doesn’t exactly warrant one either

admittedly he had been a shithead

maybe next time

he pecks your cheek quickly before heading home

oh and now you’ve got a Grudge

you do not speak to him. you do not look at him. but try as you might, billy hargrove is really hard not to think about

not with the longing glances you catch him giving you or the way he tends to linger around wherever you are or the way he calls your name as you storm out of the gym

and then he FINALLY starts leaving you alone

no glances or shouting or longing

but homeroom, friday morning, one week after the incident (if you can really call it that)

*tap tap* “is this thing on”

over the loud speaker???? that’s definitely billy’s voice, and you have to laugh at the shrill screaming of the woman who takes care of attendance in the background

“good morning, hawkins high, this one goes out to someone i should have apologized to a week ago. hey,”—he doesn’t say your name, but your entire class swivels their heads to look at you—“if you’re listening, i’m sorry, about last week and i’d like to take you to prom if you’ll have me. and if this announcement isn’t convincing enough then…..”

everyone seems to hold their breath in anticipation of his next words

oh but what comes next is so much better than that

“without you…… there’s no change—”

he’s singing. he’s singing over the loud speaker to the entire school.

and your homeroom riots.

there’s howling and cackling and someone shouts “billy’s down bad!”

you cover your face but you cant hide that smile from a mile away

“my nights and days are gray”

he couldn’t have picked a more embarrassing song, and you’re relieved when the principal bursts in to the office

theres muffled shouting while billy tries to croak out the next line and then a manic “sorry, hawkins high, this is your principal. we formally apologize for the—”

“there’s no place for lovers in this world thanks to hard asses like you” billy grumbles from the background

then there’s a fumbling and an expletive and a short and high-pitched tone to signal the end of the announcement

you find billy at lunch, and his buddies hoot and holler when you grab his wrist and tug him away

“what the hell did you do that for”

“you”

“yeah i got that”

“well?”

“well what?”

and he gives you this look like he’s lying in wait for an answer

and you soften and let go of his wrist: “that was stupid”

“but you liked it” he shrugs

“yeah”

“so…… is that a yes?”

“yeah—just…. yeah, alright? but don’t do that again”

“i wont”

“promise?”

“i promise”

“thank you”

and his nose scrunches because before you can walk away, he catches you by the hand and taps his jaw and turns his head and you roll your eyes

“whatever”

but you kiss his cheek anyways

and then like ten minutes later, steve find him and slides him a fifty like “dude, that was solid, i cant believe you pulled it off”

but billy shakes his head and crumples the bill back into steves hand like

“nah, don’t need it”

and steve’s eyes r so wide like…… ogey…. what just happened

and then cut to saturday—prom—and billy is like FREAKING out, he did his hair all nice and spent the money steve’s been giving him on renting a tux and buying a corsage and boutonnière for the two of you

“ay, mallrat, here”—and he hands max a $20–“get lost for a couple hours, alright?”

“why?”

“‘m fucking busy—”

“with what? or… who?”

“get out”

dude max is doing a VICTORY DANCE on her way to lucas’ house because holy shit???? it worked??? and billy’s actually paying her for her freedom???? this is the life🤩

and billy knocks on your door, knowing he’s early as hell and over eager

what’s gotten into him. he doesn’t just do things like this. he doesn’t show up early or feel all tingly and actually pleasant. ever. for anything or anyone.

and god do you look beautiful. like youre glowing.

he opens the door for you and holds his breath when you pin his boutonnière on and holds your hand on the drive to the venue

“may i have this dance” he is putting the moves on

“you do know i’m your date, right?”

“doesn’t hurt to ask”

so you two dance together and then….

the slow dance 🥺

he holds you to his chest and PRAYS you don’t feel his heart beating wildly

it’s just. you look at him like he’s more than his reputation and more than the things he pretends to be, and he’s never received something as tender as that before.

and about an hour into the night, steve grooves over with a devious look on his face, butting in while you two dance together

“so this is what you spent all that money on? man, i would’ve given you more if i’d’ve known”

and billy’s eyes go wide because you’re SCOWLING at him like

“what money?”

“nothing, he’s—he doesn’t know what he’s talking about”

“billy? what money?”

and steve just backs away… 😟

“did he….. did he pay you to take me out?”

“no, that’s not—it’s not what it sounds like”

“yeah right. hope he paid you a shit ton, cause im a handful, right? god, i can’t believe this—i really hope he made this whole deal worth it to you.”

oh man……..

weeks go by

you brush him off and avoid him and sometimes don’t even show up to the classes you have together

but if only you knew

he feels so guilty and on edge and like he could punch steve in the face for being such a dickhead

then comes the final project in your shared english class

“can i present first?”

it’s you.

billy almost perks up until you look him in the eye and you do not look happy

“i hate the way you talk to me…”

(i’m not gonna rewrite miss stratfords iconic poem, but i will rewrite the first + last line for dramatic effect)

“but mostly, i hate the way i don’t hate you. not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all”

and you sit back in your seat, leaving billy feeling more dejected than before

he can’t help but look to his own little sister for help

“what are you, a sap?

“shut up, i need help”

“what’s in it for me?”

“i won’t say shit when you go over to your boyfriends house” he groans

“deal”

and he explains the whole thing and his shit luck and how he needs to get you back

“well how about special interests? maybe make up with concert tickets or a puppy or something—"

“got it. thank’s max” and he ruffles her hair and she whines about it but she’ll be fine

next day, you’re literally just walking to your car when you see a guitar leaned up against the door

and you 🫢

“surprise”

he comes up behind you, glancing over your shoulder when you grab for the teal mockingbird in utter silence

“how did you—wha—why did you—billy….”

“it’s alright, you can say thank you”

“you suck”

“i know”

and you look between him and the guitar with a grin “i love it”

“i know” and he sighs and pushes a hand thru his hair

“i never did it for the money. maybe at the beginning, but steve’s an idiot. i would’ve done it for free. you weren’t some thing to just conquer, and i shouldn’t have treated it like a game. i’m sorry, doll. and i’ll get it if you never forgive me. you can still keep the guitar”

he puts his hands in his pockets and looks away

but you just jab at his chest and grin like

“you can’t just do that, you know? and a guitar won’t make up for everything”

“yeah, i know, i know” he pulls something out of his pocket, mirroring your smile when he puts the small box into your hand

“that’s exactly why i came prepared with this”

“a ring?????? jesus christ”

“not one of those rings. its like… like a promise ring. but more like…. i promise not to be an asshole ever again.”

“i dunno billy, that’s a pretty big commitment for you”

“shut up. i’ll do it for you, dolly” oh and he’s cheeky with it, one hand on your hip and tilting his head to the side with a smirk

“oh and one more thing” he says, watching you slide the ring onto your middle finger

“mhm?” you blink up at him, but he’s gazing a little lower than the tip of your nose

he leans closer and closer, and you lean back against your car, lips parting as he smiles wife and kisses you hard

“been waiting to do that for a while now”

“well…….. what took you so long?”

masterlist

#oh to make billy hargrove nervous #villain steve era??? #stranger things #x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #fluff #billy hargrove #10 things i hate about you #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove headcanon #headcanons #x fem!reader #billy hargrove x female reader #enemies to lovers

[swampstew]

Roronoa Zoro the hunter

Oh shiiit its Yandere time! Zoro was lost when he stumbled across you and all bets are off. What's a mere mortal to a beast like him?

WC: 821 CW: Spicy; not-gender specific reader; Yandere Roronoa Zoro; kidnapping reader; consent/non con/dubious consent and maybe Stockholm syndrome?; unhealthy relationship dynamics; reader is a pirate now.

To be fair, Zoro was already kind of insane. He just carries that aura of a man operating on a completely different wavelength. He doesn’t question his own thoughts, just follows them blindly and it’s been working well for him. Zoro didn’t think anything of it when he thought about taking you as he laid eyes on you, feeling a possessiveness he’d never known overcome him entirely. Watching you with a hunter’s eye for an entire day as he formulated what he was going to do about you. By day’s end, Zoro is on the cusp of madness – he cannot leave you behind to fend for yourself, to fall vulnerable to weaker men than him. He waits until you’re asleep and in the dead of night steals into your bedroom and whisks you away.

A miracle you hadn’t woken up, truly. Zoro had gotten lost for two hours heading back to the ship and he had to fight off a pack of wolves and a bear before he made it back; all while carrying you over his shoulder. When you finally open your eyes, his meet yours as he hovers over your frame. You’re tucked in his cot and he’s watching you with a scowl on his face, the bottle of liquor within drinking distance. “Finally!” he exclaims as you blink in confusion, then horror as you realize you’re not at home anymore and this isn’t a dream. “So yeah, sorry this isn’t ideal for you but the world is a hard place and you’ll be a lot safer within my reach. Sit tight and meet the crew, you’ll be great at this.”

Zoro met you later with a bruised and bandaged face, swollen lumps all over his head as he showed his injuries. “They told me I’m an asshole but I stand by what I said. The world is about to go through radical change and you’ll survive by standing behind me.” You get to land your own hit before he pins you to the bed under his brute strength. “Try and get out from under me using all your strength, I won’t do anything except be dead weight. If you can’t, accept that you’re mine. If you can, I will deliver you back to your home.” Low and behold, you cannot free yourself. Over the course of twelve hours, you lay pinned underneath the marimo who had long grown aroused over your efforts. Finally losing his patience, “you lost, little one. Accept that fate has put me in your path because you will never be safe without me,” all the while grinding against you. You quiver as you rapidly decide how you’ll respond.

It didn’t matter in the end. He holds you against your will/you join in as the crew continues their journey for the One Piece. Aside from you never having sailed or pirated in your life, you are quick to adapt and the crew is excellent at keeping you alive, none more so than Zoro. He doesn’t bother you all that much in the beginning, preferring to watch you from a distance throughout the day and sometime throughout the night as he watches you sleep from his makeshift bed on the floor since you’re in his. He won’t make a move until further into your captivity when you have a better mutual understanding and respect for one another. He’s a blood lusting monster and you’re his innocent pet. It inflates his perverted ego as he privately revels in how he’ll devour you when he breaks through that last boundary.

It’s like a switch flipped inside him – Zoro had a consistent schedule of sleeping, exercising, eating, napping, training, engaging in buffoonery and then the drinking in between all that and after. Now he has you to contend with and it invades his every sense. He wants to prioritize you and lock you in his bedroom to play but he has a duty to serve and he takes it seriously, confidently. The days at sea can be numerous and its on those when a darker side of him comes out. One that wants to corner you and mount you. He’ll play cat and mouse, let the tension rise as he shows up everywhere you are with that lustful gaze – not doing anything just watching and drinking – until finally when you think you’ve escaped his sight, he pounces on you and whisks you to his bedroom. He’ll always treasure those first few times he did that: your startled and scared cries as he snatched you up, throwing you on his bed and beginning a slow grind on your body, showering you in kisses until your fears turned into curiosity, acceptance, to pleasure even until he finally had his way with you. After that, you knew his schedule and played his game – having a happy and content Zoro is better than a moody or grumpy Zoro.

#roronoa zoro #cw yandere #swampstew bedtime stories #cw dubcon #roronoa zoro x you #swampstew #swampstew stories #cw noncon #oh yandere! #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece roronoa zoro #op zoro #one piece zoro

[elenyafinwe]

I think we should bring back a radical mindset of “ship and let ship” and “your kink is not my kink” in fandom spaces these days.

People seem to have forgotten that. It doesn’t start with harrassing real people over fictional characters they like. It already starts with comments like “ewww, kink/ship xy is gross 🤢” which is just plain rude, esp when you comment that under a post/text/whatever, where a person talks about said kink/ship and expresses that they like it. Imagine me barging in your home and telling you your decoration is shit. You probably don’t like that as well.

It’s fine if you don’t like certain stuff. No one needs to like anything, that would be unrealistic. But you know what the responsible way to deal with it is? Just scroll past it. Just ignore it. Put the stuff, you don’t like, on a filter list and just. don’t. interact. with. it. It’s not that hard.

“But what if I’m in a private chat with someone and they start talking about really gross stuff like incest??” Just tell them politely that’s not your cup of tea and move on. If the other person is not an asshole, they’ll respect your boundaries. But if said person has talked about an incest ship they like, and you start with “eww, disgusting 🤢”, then you’re the unfriendly person here.

The only reason I don’t put “proshipper” on my profile is that it would make me a target for antis. Proship simply means: Don’t be an asshole and harrass real people over fictional content, ship and let ship and other people’s buisness is nor your buisness. Proship doesn’t mean, that the person is a groomer, a predator and a rapist. That’s shit made up by antis who take that as justification to harrass real people and go to extreme measurements to do it. It’s wild.

TL;DR just be a nice person and don’t harrass real people over fictional content. Ship and let ship and stay out of peoples buisness.

#fandom #fandom discourse #pro ship #proshipper #anti #ship and let ship

[judeesill]

radical feminists can’t admit this because it is a completely insane and nihilistic thing to think! sorry if this offends!

<pic below not me>

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the most generous reading of this is, like, that the sexes are different and have different roles in reproduction. but that's so obvious it's barely worth saying, so i'm forced to assume this means what it says. unequal implies inferiority. patriarchy is literally the idea that those sex differences have social meaning, creating inferiority where nature had only difference. birth control obviously doesn't level the playing field on its own, but the eradication of patriarchy .... would. if you disagree you are admitting you think women's oppression is inevitable. at that point, why bother being a feminist???

EDIT: removed op’s url bc that was thoughtless and rude, sorry! only screenshotted bc I didn’t want to actually start shit, just wanted to complain about a trend that goes far beyond this person and I went about it the wrong way. Shouldn’t have been an asshole at all, but especially not with her url in the post. That said, I was not mocking her blog or anything about her, just the one post, idk her like that! I would hope anyone who agreed with me would not like, aide with me against her. It’s not like that. I just wasn’t thinking. doesn’t mean it wasn’t a dick move but if you’re gonna snitch, snitch right!

Also, I kind of misinterpreted the post. And on some level maybe I did it willfully, because I wanted it to be an example of the real thing that I am actually mad at. that wasn’t fair, and I’m sorry. Leaving up for posterity unless directed otherwise.

#also this is Peak Political Lesbianism #but when i say maybe not everyone knows their sexuality from the moment they are born everyone says im a fake dyke :(

[deathsmallcaps]

(USA based sorry)

I’m definitely speaking into an echo chamber but like.

Nearly every algebra student I tutor ends up with a word problem involving the gender wage gap. And they’re all confounded by it and have no clue.

And a guy in my fucking Calc 3 class was like “wait you guys were serious? That’s real?” When it came up. BRO YOU’RE ABOUT OLD ENOUGH TO DRINK???

It’s amazing what is and isn’t common knowledge. Feminist history isn’t taught past “and then women got their right to vote :)))))).” With occasional mentions of Title IX and the late 1900s waves of feminism. Of course only in in-depth history classes, not general Ed. Wow.

I am not in training to be a historian or a history teacher, but by all that is right in the world I hope it becomes more normalized and common to speak about shit that is LESS than 100 years ago in depth when it comes to American History & culture. Wtf. I swear even when I took AP history* the professor was afraid to touch on that stuff. For some reason (happily) my English teachers were a lot more willing to teach about modern history & minority stories.

And this is just what affects my white anglo cishetallo abled-passing housed female life personally. I cannot truly imagine the feeling of personal erasure & irritation one of comes to other identities & issues that have only relatively recently been resolved, addressed, acknowledged or even only pointedly ignored. I am fucking angry FOR you and can’t wait for things to change. You ALL deserve better. Don’t forget that.

It’s not your job to educate these people or their children (unless you’re literally a history teacher or something) but I want to shake the people who decide these what gets taught until the cowardice & insecurity & thoughtlessness & malice & election-based anxiety shits out of their assholes and leaves their hearts hungering for intelligent, thoughtful & interested discussions on modern issues and genuine history that should not be squeezed into the last pages of textbooks out of fear of offending paper white & paper thin pride.

Human rights deserve attention. Human rights should not have to be a radical talking point. It should be both as natural and expected as breathing clean air & as ingrained and knowable as to be accessible in math problems.

There is so much to be done. And it is exhausting. But please know that you are not alone.

*interesting tidbit below but basically irrelevant to the above post

I took AP america history to learn about the parts of American history that are never, or barely, covered in history classes throughout the grades. Basically, if it happened outside of the Puritans-WWII, it’s got a poor chance chance of in-depth coverage. And while the class did teach me good analysis skills and some interesting facts, it mostly covered the exact fucking periods I mentioned above.

And you know what? Literally right before we took the AP test, our teacher told us “study up on periods 2-7” (im pretty sure there are 9 periods of American history, forgive me it’s been like 5 years) “they never test on 1, 8 or 9”. Guess what the essay questions were on. And guess what time periods 1,8 & 9 are? If you posited precolonial america, the mid 1900s and modern day, ding ding ding you’re the winner! :))))))

(AP classes are worth it if you’re bored and/or trying to cut down on the amount of classes you’ll take in college & thus save money. But a lot (not all) of the AP certified teachers will try to convince you it’s the be all, end all of learning in high school. Also the weighted GPAs are a scam. No one looks at those. If you’re worried about keeping a good average, stick to the class level that fits within both circles of ‘not boring’ and ‘not going to wreck your life’. You can take an AP test and have it count and not take the class. Just be warned it is genuinely difficult.)

#idk where this is went but I am feeling passionate #context: I’m in the middle of getting a Math Education degree and am avoiding homework

[theowritesfiction]

Okay, so I have been watching The Bear, and I eventually got into the show over the course of S1, but now watching S2, it’s really pissing me off, I think it’s one of the most disappointing sophomore seasons in the history of TV, and I want to rant about it.

But first I wanted to address the rave reviews this show is getting on RT, especially the glowing audience reviews (I don’t give a rat’s ass about the critic reviews, there’s too much group think, peer pressure, conformism and paid shilling going on there that it’s not worth looking at). I looked at the audience reviews in more detail and immediately realized that the ‘people’ giving this show 5-star reviews all follow the same naming convention like Adam F, Christina V, Sam R, etc. In short – almost all of them are bots posting AI generated tripe. The 93% audience review aggregate is a complete sham.

Anyway, why do I hate S2? Well, I found this web article 10 Unpopular Opinions About the Bear and figured I’d look at them to see whether I agree or disagree. So, here we go.

10. The Bear Should Have Continued With The Beef, Not Gone Fine Dining

Yes, fuck yes. The chaotic atmosphere of a greasy spoon/rundown sandwich shop was what made the show. Transitioning to fine dining creates this immediate pretentious vibe that’s completely at odds with S1 mood/themes. And while shows always need to keep evolving, I feel like this was way too radical shift from one end of the spectrum to the very opposite end. Also, I haven’t been to Chicago and don’t know too much about the city, but I have a pair of eyes that still work, and they tell me that this is not a fucking fine dining location, like, it’s just not.

9. The Bear Should Have Stopped After Season 1

Why? Just make a season that doesn’t suck.

8. The Bear Symbolism Is Too On The Nose

I don’t care about the symbolism. It’s handled so ham-fistedly that it literally adds nothing to the show.

7. Ayo Edebiri Is Not A Good Sydney

Disagree. I know Sydney is a polarizing character (although if you want to find out actual valid reasons why someone might not like her, do expect that you’ll have to wade through a disturbing amount of hatred for ambitious black women), but her ‘problematic’ jerk moments are interesting to me, and I think are well acted.

6. Marcus Was Right to Keep Working on his Donuts

Obviously not, Marcus is a part of a brigade, work shift is no time for his pet projects. That said, the episode of Marcus in Copenhagen is the most boring episode in recent TV history. 35 minutes on basically telling me that he leveled up his cooking skill. That could have been an e-mail.

Also, this is why I hate fine dining. Instead of making delicious donuts, this guy spent months training how to prepare pretentious desserts that only the rich 1% will be able to afford. Good job, Marcus, you’re now ready to lick the boots of the rich elites.

5. Richie Was The Real Victim Of The Bear Season 1, Episode 7

No, and triple fuck Richie, the worst character of past decade in TV history. I remember reading one of the anti-Sydney threads on reddit hellhole, and people were posting in masses about how ‘well at least Richie isn’t as bad as Sydney’ and ‘at least Richie gets his redemption’. I’m now at S2E7 and I’m still waiting for this asshole to show any redeeming qualities. I don’t know, maybe I’ve had one too many toxic coworkers like Richie, but I hate this guy an unreasonable amount, I want to stick ice picks in his eye sockets and leave him to bleed out as a service to humankind.

4. The Bear Season 2 Was A Letdown

Yeah, no shit.

3. (ignored as it deals with S2 finale spoilers)

2. People Should Ship Sydney & Marcus, Not Syd & Carmy

Hard disagree. People can ship who they want, but both of these pairings will be dysfunctional. As someone who’s all about shipping, I will be the first to say that this show shouldn’t be about ships. All of these people are completely toxic workaholic assholes who have no time for relationships and should never consider entering one. Syd/Marcus and Syd/Carmy is essentially marrying your job for the second time.

1.      Claire's Story In The Bear Season 2 Didn't Work

Again, no shit, and what I’m going to say shouldn’t be taken as an insult to Claire, I have nothing against her character, but rather to the way she was used. Claire is pretty much used to show that Carmy is unable to have normal healthy romantic relationships. But I already knew that from everything the show told us about Carmy before introducing Claire, so I feel like the show is treating me like a child by talking down to me and repeatedly pointing out the obvious. In the end, Claire is reduced to being a completely unnecessary story vehicle to tell us something we already knew, with no agenda of her own.

So yeah, as you can tell, it’s been a very rough watch. I definitely do NOT recommend The Bear to anyone. Do yourself a favor and stay well away.

#the bear #anti the bear #flaming anti bear rant #which sucks because bear is my spirit animal #but this show is irredeemable #bear critical

[aseelayelia99]

Inspired by a writing prompts by @betweenthetimeandsound

Too Polite to Care

You say you like me and have my back,

But when the rubber hits the road you backtrack.

With your empty words; you thought you ate.

You’re not radically honest or playing the devil’s advocate.

You’re just an asshole

A faux expert, a troll.

You’re too polite to care.

You just want the underdog out of your hair.

You’re all for equality until I ask for justice.

You like peace and prosperity, but not in practice.

LIVE

LOVE

LAUGH

As you write about theories, paragraphs.

Don’t be loud while you die,

Or we might think you’re the bad guy.

You’d rather cry over my crucifixion,

Than defend me when I stand up with convection.

But don’t worry. We will build a museum in your name.

We will give you posthumous fame.

The prompt was crucifixion, and as I started writing I found myself gravitating toward the idea of the dead being easier to defend than the living. The dead can’t make any mistakes. They are not a consenting party in whatever projection you display on them.

Then, I found myself think of the people who would rather defend a dead person, than protect someone who is alive, a people who don’t want to inconvenience themselves by doing something that centers someone else, and would rather perform a mourning that would center them.

Their values are not practical, not because they are too lofty, but because they are never willing to practice what they believe. To them, their values are ideas they get to discuss while sitting in their comfy bed.

#my writing #original poem #poem of the day #poems on tumblr #poetry #poets on tumblr #real poetry #spilled poetry #spilled thoughts #spilled writing #angry poetry #angry thoughts #poetic #poem #politeness #politics #white feminism #centrist #centrism #liberal feminism #liberalism #political poem #political corruption #political philosophy #creative writing

[nyomkitten]

The climate change discourse then suffers from two key issues. One, we’ve sufficiently learnt by now who to blame, but we disagree on how to do something about it. Two, blaming someone is often seen as the end in itself, rather than a means toward an end. It’s why blame accompanied by action is so contested: it actually involves disrupting the status quo in ways that aren’t comfortable or pleasant.

"Identifying Climate Villains Has Become Mainstream — But It Isn’t Enough." Rohitha Naraharisetty for The Swaddle. 25th July 2022

But there’s a defeatism inherent in the framing of frustration against capitalism that makes the inescapable capitalist reality a self-fulfilling prophecy – if we’re already resigned to the possibility that we’ll live and die under capitalism, we really just might. ... there remains a social media-fuelled sensibility that overemphasizes the doom – almost as if everyone’s in on a secret that it’s all hopeless in the end. It doesn’t mean that people are the problem; it’s that capitalism itself is cannibalizing all the discourse around it.

... it’s hard to know what the resistance looks like – even when it is happening in front of our eyes. Many have begun to posit that rejecting surveillance capitalism itself has to be the way forward. If everything we say and do is watched, it makes our speech and action less radical by default.

"Anti‑Capitalism Is Cool. When Will It Be Revolutionary Again?" Rohitha Naraharisetty for The Swaddle. 3rd September 2022

i haven't caught up with her work in a long while (asshole me) but Rohitha Slays Every Time uffffff

also this EXCELLENT interview with Dr. Sylvia Karpagam—it's so relieving to listen to a nutritional expert recontextualise and properly explain why the “only vegetarian food in schools” position is so hot air–based and disgustingly harmful. here are excerpts but please read the whole thing.

If you compare populations in India that have had good food over generations, they have consistently shown an increase in height. ... The [prevalent] small frame is because of stunting in childhood and because the mother never received adequate nutrition during pregnancy and her adolescent years. ... the “small frame” idea hides a whole system of neglect that the child has gone through.

It’s like someone is drowning in water and then you’re saying no, he’s dying because he has diabetes. First, give people food. We have such a high hunger index in the country and so many nutritional deficiencies.

The majority of children in government schools, however, are children from marginalized Dalit, OBC, and Adivasi communities. What they’re saying to them is, essentially, that “because of your food, you have a tendency to be a criminal.”

[How does t]he exclusion of meat and eggs ... harm children — not just physically, but also in terms of the relationship that they have with food itself?

... I wouldn’t even call it brainwashing — what they’re doing is actually inculcating shame in the child. So this document says that giving different kinds of foods to the children leads to “discrimination” — and their solution is to give them the same type of food. So there is this idea that diversity, variety, or people with differences are bad, and that homogenous is good. ... And the idea that the vegetarian child is someone whose sensibilities have to be constantly protected by everybody else — that is the enforcement of the caste system. It says, “I don’t like your food therefore, I will not eat it — but I will also make sure through any means that you don’t eat it either.”

"Why Is Removing Meat and Eggs From School Midday Meals Casteist? We Ask an Expert." Rohitha Naraharisetty for The Swaddle, 14th July 2022

#nk:txt #articles #climate change #casteism #capitalism #climate action #climate activism #anti caste #nk

[the-fruit-tea-devil]

Short description

I’m in my late teens

I am half Taiwanese half white (I’m a pale POC we exist)

I love political compass memes

I am neurodivergent and autistic. Yes I can reclaim the r word. I’m autistic and I’ve been calling the r word and treated like one behind my back

I am learning Mandarin and only know limited Japanese. I learned Japanese before but forgot a lot and my Mandarin is now way better than my Japanese.

I’m a female (she/her) and I’m straight. Not LGBT, no problem with LGBT though. I support LGBT rights

If you’re a jerk, I’m gonna block you. I don’t block people just for disagreeing with me but I will block you if you are a Karen.

No I’m not a terf. Trans women aren’t men, THEY 👏ARE 👏 JUST TRANS WOMEN (visa versa for trans men too)

I’m a politically confused centrist. Some fringe radicals want to pideonhole me as conservative or a liberal but I’m not either maybe I’m right leaning or just a moderate liberal without knowing but idk that’s for me to figure out and I’m not going pretend to be one just to appease some of you assholes. 😘🖕Same way I’m not going pretend I’m full white or full Asian.

I used to be Republican but now I realized a lot of Republicans/conservatives are full of 💩 too

#centrism #asian pride #about me #conservative #classical liberalism #political compass memes #political compass #truscum #transmed #liberal