#I need to get started on my personal statement 💀

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My friend reminded me of the anime ghostbusters art and Egon in a gothic Lolita dress so I made this stupid thing

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Masterlist

Pairing: Billie eilish x Female!Reader

Over years and years you built up a loyal audience and your reputation. Becoming a popular influencer for doing lifestyle video,dances and makeup reviews which slowly started to include fragrances. Billie followed you for years,she liked listening to you talk about anything and everything. Sometimes leaving you comments which your fans took note of. You were getting through your PR packages and found one,it was Billie's perfume so you decided to review it for the video. And for some reason you decided to do it live,you did that some times. You started it and waited for people to join. In a few minutes you already had almost 5k watching you,and the comments were just compliments and some about how excited they are to hear your opinion on this perfume. After a few minutes you finally saw Billie join,her name with the verified icon popping up.

"Hi guys" you said "so before we start,is the audio good?" You asked,reading the comments for the answer. A lot of people started saying it was so you decided to continue. "Well then,today I'm just gonna do a quick review on Billie's new perfume,since she's kind enough to send me a PR package" You started showing the bottle then reading an excerpt of the description on the back of the box. "To be completely transparent,these were sent to me but you'll still get my honest review" You explained as you opened up the two boxes. The comments started moving fast,mostly about how beautiful the packaging is and how everyone can't wait to get their own bottles.  "First of all it just looks so pretty I'm in love" You started taking the actual bottle into your hand. "It's such an interesting component" you said before explaining "bottle,for those who didn't understand" you held up the bottles,one in each hand. One gold one black. Everyone started fangirling over the bottles already,there were already at least a hundred comments about people saying they can't wait to have one just like them. You pulled them closer to the camera,showcasing them a little bit. "Which one should we try first,gold or black?" Comments started coming at you left and right,some saying black,some gold,some saying you should just smell both at the same time. You looked around amused by how much people couldn't decide,you almost didn't notice Billie herself commenting.

'Try black 🖤'

"Well since the queen spoke" You chuckled "now,I was warned that this one is strong,so..." you spray it on your wrist. Reading the comments as you waited for it to get some air.

People in the comments were going insane over how you used the word 'queen' to describe Billie's comment. Meanwhile you started smelling the spray on your wrist,the comments waiting for your reaction. "Whoa" you pulled away,chuckling before explaining. "That's strong,it's a very masculine fragrance yet you can tell it was made from women" You smelt it again. You could see people already asking you if they should buy it,some starting to fangirl over the fact you just called it masculine and feminine at the same time. While reading through the comments you saw Billie commenting,this time it was just a compliment.

'Smells good right ? 🖤'

"It's good,I personally like it but it's definitely one that you'd need to smell it yourself" you explained,giving your opinion on the first one. "It's what I'd imagine Billie would smell like" you added at the end. People in the comments started agreeing with your statement and some said they will definitely try it. A lot of them were fangirling over how you complimented Billie,one comment in particular said.

'I love how she literally said it smelled like Billie as if she knew how Billie smelled like 💀' You laughed as you read that comment out loud.

"It's what I imagine she'd smell like" you emphasized,in a light joking tone. Once you said that people literally went crazy. Comments started rolling in talking about the fact that you said that while she's in the video. More of them starting to say that you were probably thinking about all that when you tested the perfume on your wrist and that you were thinking about her.

‘I can't believe she's imagining how Billie smells like while she's watching 😭😭’

‘She's so cute I can't I swear’

‘She's probably thinking about being near her,her face rn I can't ‘  You chuckled as you moved onto the next perfume. Opening it as you continued reading the comments. While you were taking it out of the protective package someone commented saying that Billie herself didn't comment yet,which made a lot of people start tagging her account and saying 'PAY ATTENTION'.

'I'm PAYING ATTENTION chill out 💀' You chuckled and held up the perfume,the gold one.

"Alright,back to the review. So the gold one,it's obviously the same component" You started,showing it before spraying it. While you started smelling it people started getting excited,waiting for you to describe how it smelled. Comments started going crazy again,asking you to react to that perfume too,some jokingly asking if you would imagine how Billie would smell with that one too. "So this one is lighter,definitely a more feminine fragrance. Although I still think I prefer the other one" you held up the black one for a moment before setting it down and continued to describe the gold one.

'She's literally admitting that she prefers that one because she wants to smell like Billie so bad'.

'God she probably wants that on Billie so bad' Comments started getting excited over the fact you were saying the black one was more your type. Many saying that

'it matched your vibes' You shook your head,chuckling.

"I knew I shouldn't have live streamed this"

'Don't stop keep going'

'Please do that on me'

'She's adorable look at her'

"So the gold one,it's more feminine and lighter it's definitely easy on the sense. The black one is more masculine and stronger. I personally like it but I can see how some people would not like it very much" explained sounding more professional. You finished describing the perfume,giving your final thoughts. A lot of them in the comments were saying that they loved your descriptions and that they couldn't wait to try them now.

'She got me blushing more than the actual bottles'

'God she looks cute when she's professional'

"So I'll take some questions before I end this live" People in the comments started typing fast,not wanting to miss this opportunity. A lot of them were asking you about your life,some were wondering if you had a girlfriend and others were just complimenting your makeup.

'Who's your celebrity crush? Are you single?'

'Pls tell me you're straight please please please'

'What's your skincare routine I need to know 💀'

'God I wanna be you or be with you'

'Can you pls pls tell us what products you used for your makeup?'

'Girl I'm like totally in love with you what's your type'

' You're so pretty I can't 😭' You skimmed through the comments,picking some.

"What's my type,I don't really have one. Those asking for hair,makeup and skin care those will be getting separate videos on my YouTube channel. Am I straight?" You read out loud which caused another wave of comments. Comments started rushing left and right,people going insane over you answering their questions but most importantly the are you straight comment.

'She ignored the straight question girlie please say yes'

'She just said she has no type girlie be for real I know you have one 😭'

"Okay fine,I might have a type but I'm not gonna spell it out. As for the am I straight question,no I'm not straight. Women are too hot" Comments went ballistic, people literally losing it at the fact you just confirmed you were not straight.

'If I weren't so damn useless I'd be trying to get with you 😭'

'I just knew it 😭'

'SHE'S ONE OF US SHE'S ONE OF US'

"I'll take one more question before I leave for tonight"

Some were asking about other celebrities,others were just asking what kind of girls you like and other were simply asking you to describe a perfect date

'BILLIE ASKED A QUESTION' A lot of them went crazy and you had to scroll to find her questions.

'If I asked you on a date,where would we go?' Was her question. Comments went insane,some people started asking you what you were gonna answer and others were fangirling for the fact Billie asked you that.

'PLEASE TELL ME YOU TWO ARE GONNA GO ON A DATE'

"Well I'd wanna go somewhere more quiet,like outside of the city. Somewhere quiet and calm" you said before your eyes caught the next question. "No,we're not dating" you laughed it off. Comments started going insane over your answer,most being disappointed. 

'Oh come on why not'

As soon as the stream was over you were sent a message from Billie herself. Seeing that it's a message from Billie herself you almost have a heart attack,your heart is beating fast and you're excited,nervous. You opened the Instagram messages and opened hers.

'Hey,I know this is like totally random but can I ask you something?' And that's the message that led to you appearing in a bunch of promotional campaigns and material for the perfumes. Posting some to your personal Instagram,several fans posting the other posters when they saw them out in the world.

Fans noticed the promo campaigns and they went crazy. Comments were going insane on your Instagram and Twitter and people started seeing you everywhere because of the promo campaigns.

'SHE'S LITERALLY GOING TO BE PART OF BILLIE'S PROMOTIONS'

'SHE LITERALLY GOT A PROMOTION WITH BILLIE'

Your photo of you holding up the black one was caption with. 

'Can confirm she does smell like this perfume' the comments were freaking out.

'God this is so cute'

'SHE CONFIRMED IT'

'NO WAY'

'SHE CONFIRMED IT SHE'S THE ONLY ONE THAT KNOWS'

'OH MY GOD' Comments were going crazy while others were trying to defend you from haters and everyone was still fangirling over the fact that you literally said that Billie smelled like the perfume. Although one shot did catch people's attention,you were laying down. Your hands in your hair,the perfume on your chest as your hair was sprawled around you. It was clearly a shot that was sexier than the rest of the promos. Everyone was going insane over the fact that you did a sexier ad for one of Billie's perfumes.

'I'm going to need that pic for scientific purposes 👀'

'SHE CAN'T JUST 😭'

'NO WAY SHE JUST DID THAT' Comments we're going insane, people were screaming and fangirling at the fact that you did THAT on an ad for a perfume

'Is she trying to like kill me or something'

'She's testing my gay little heart' And it wasn't helped by Billie posting it to her own account,typing up a caption to go along with it. Her caption reading.

'I told you she'd look cute in black. 🖤' Comments on her page we're also going ballistic, people literally going insane at the fact you did a sexy ad for a perfume,comments saying you're trying to lure her or that she already fell for you. Immediately the speculation about if you had met each other or if there was more going on started floating around.

'I think they're already together'

'Did they meet?'

'I don't think this is just for the ads' People were trying to know if you both worked together and if this was just for the promo or if something more was happening.

'She would've never used that sexy pic for the ad if they didn't meet' Billie posted another pic to her story,a photo of you sitting up with your hair flowing as you held up the perfume. Moving as if you were kissing the perfume,your lips inches from touching it. It was one that wasn't used in a single ad. She wrote another caption under the photo.

'She looks so gorgeous like this. 🖤' Her comments were flooded. 

'God she looks so pretty in that pic. 👀'

'She looks like she's gonna kiss the perfume'

'I know that pic was for Billie 👀' You looked through the comments,Billie had replied to some.

'I know,she look so beautiful I love it ❤️'

'And do you blame her?'

'God she look so sexy holding it like that'

'You can say that 😏'

'That pic was definitely for personal use right'

'That's for me to know and you to find out 😉'

Some comments were about you.

' I keep looking at her face like girl you're so goddamn cute 💀'

'She's so pretty that this pic should be on billboards'

'And she look so adorable with her hair down like that'

'God she is so cute and she's making me jealous of a perfume 😭' 

A promotional ad was soon posted to Billie's Instagram,one with her and one with you. The caption for hers was a release date,the name of the perfume and nothing else. But yours had much more,a small note. A thank you to her for the opportunity.

'You look amazing in black,it's like you were made for it,🖤'

'Careful now' you commented on her post.

'Why? It's the truth, 🖤' Immediately it was picked up my the outlets headlines popping up,suggesting you were dating.

'Billie Eilish girlfriend? She's making fans go insane over that caption 🔥'

'Billie Eilish's girlfriend revealed through perfumes? 🖤'

'Is Billie Eilish finally off the market? Rumors going around have these two to be dating'

'Billie Eilish and her potential secret girlfriend? 👀🖤'

Billie had to quickly address it before the media would get too crazy. The statement was clearly influenced by her team and wasn't written only by her.

'I know there are currently rumors going around that me and the girl in the ads are dating. I want to make it clear it is simply to promote the perfumes. Both of us are single. Thank you'

A few days later you were back to your regular routine. You hadn't heard anything from Billie since that statement came out. Fans were more intense towards you and you even got recognized a lot more and got asked for pictures. But you had to admit,it hurt being ignored like this. You knew it was her team protecting her and her reputation. You understood that but it hurt going from seeing her comment from time to time to not at all hurt. It was weird,one day you were talking to her and now radio silence.Comments were still going crazy,people still kept saying the statement was fake or that you both were still secretly dating. And you knew it wasn't true but you kind of wished it was. You decided to make one last post for now,announcing that you were taking a break from social media.

'Hey guys

Recently I've been feeling tired and burnt out. I'll be taking a break from all my socials for the next couple of weeks. All I can hope for is that you'll wait for me when I'm ready to come back,refreshed with some new energy. Love you all,xoxo  💖' you made the post.

Comments we're being left, some saying they'll miss you,some saying they'll be waiting, and some saying to take all the time you need. What you didn't expect was Billie finally reaching out. Billie's text was the first you got from her in weeks,you had to admit,it got your heart to skip a beat.

'Hey,I saw your announcement. You okay?'

'Just burnt out and stressed. I'll be fine though' you messaged back.

'I get that. I can't even remember how many times I've done that,it sucks'

'Yeah,I know. So how is it going with the rumors and stuff?'

'I don't know, my management is doing its job. But fans are still clinging to the idea that we're secretly together,or that the statement was fake.' There was a pause before she messaged you back,she was probably thinking of what to say,and you knew that the rumors and stuff were going crazy.

'Should I make some fake posts saying I have a boyfriend or something. Just to make it die down faster?'

'I don't think it would work at this point,if you did that they'd still be convinced that I'm paying you to say that or something. They wouldn't believe you at this point..'

'You're probably right. Wait, should you even be talking to me right now. Won't your team be mad?'

'Probably,but they don't have to know. Besides,I'm too stubborn to listen to my team sometimes. I just wanted to make sure you're alright.'

'I'm alright,just it was time to take a break. How have you been doing?'

'Honestly,kind of tired. All this promo work is getting to me,and now with everything else it's exhausting. Not to mention my team keeps trying to set me up with people'

'Really trying to prove the rumor about us dating to be false,huh?'

'Honestly,I think deep down they want me to have a big scandal right now.'

'Yeah,I guess. But it's not really working, the rumors won't die down even after the statement'

'I don't know about that,you know people did say we make a good looking couple'

'They said that? Really' Billie texts you back with shock, she sounds surprised.

'The idea of scandals and stuff sells,they probably think the rumor would do that but it isn't. Besides,are you even single?'

'I am single,haven't dated anyone since the start of my social media career' you explained

'You've never dated anyone at all? Is this why you have people clinging to the idea that we're together'

'I never dated anyone publicly' you clarified 'They've been waiting for it for a long time,could be why they've gone crazy over us possibly dating'

'That makes a lot of sense, and it's kind of cute to know that they've been waiting for you to show up with some guy. And now you're here... with me I mean not that I'm saying that I'm that guy but they think we're' You chuckled to yourself.

'I get it' you typed back before adding. 'Although if I did have to have a dating rumor,I wouldn't want to be with anyone else'

'Really?'

'Well you aren't the worst person to be in a dating rumor with'

'I don't know if I should be thanking you or offended'

'Make of it what you will,but we would make a hot couple'

'We would, wouldn't we?'

'Definitely'

'It's a damn shame that the rumor isn't true'

[cupidkenji]

ghost in the machine

Pairing: Unsub!Spencer Reid x Agent!Fem!reader CW: Fluff, longing, mild angst, one paragraph with heavy implications of sex, cursing, mentions of reader being in a car accident, mentions of suicide and death, suggestive Ig? idk Spencer kind of taunts reader, if I miss anything please tell me! Summary: An unsub targeting local political powers starts calling you. With virtually no memories of your life before 15, you're tasked with finding out why his voice feels like home. Disclaimer: Reader is chubby. She's not physically described in this but reader is literally always a bigger person. Anyone can read but I wanna clarify <3 WC: 7.8k I lokey feel like I fumbled this one but this idea has been in my head since I saw a post about it like last month so i'm sorry in advance if it sucks 💀 I'm not saying looping ghost in the machine by SZA while reading this will elevate the experience but just know it's strongly advised and im even giving you a link to the song for easy access.

The fourth case this month. This was the fourth battered politician you’d forced into handcuffs while ducking away from the recoil of blood spewing from his mouth. The men you’d arrested had all protested strongly - and wetly - while being walked to the back of your cruiser, demanding to know why you were arresting them even though they were the victims. They were always the victims. They’d been burgled and beaten - yes- oftentimes you were restraining them while they sat in bathrobes or pajama pants, but this unsub always jumped the gun. Somehow they managed all this damage while simultaneously kicking the dirt that had been sedentary for years out from under the rug. The men would call the police themselves -  I’ve been robbed, I’ve been beaten - always astounded when you’d taken their statement then turned them around and recited their Miranda rights. This unsub was meticulous, planned down to the second. Somehow, the media always broke the story hours after the arrest with full fledged details on the crime - ones the BAU didn’t even have yet. 

The first time this happened, you’d questioned every media worker from Quantico to DC. His target zone never seemed to reach beyond that, giving you an offender right in your backyard. Those were always the hardest to stomach.  Journalists, Newscasters, even cameramen had been turned inside out as the team scoured for any connection. He was just too good. 

“How can it be just one man?” Derek spoke first, but that was the question all of you were about to ask. 

“Wife and kids were outta town. It was a sleeping 50 year old man against the element of surprise.” Prentiss was right, it wasn’t a difficult job when viewed like that. “Description is consistent with all the victims. All black attire, mask over the face.” She flopped the folder down in front of her for emphasis. 

“Either he has another guy or he’s incredibly tech savvy. Some of this information was encrypted, it would take weeks to compile all of this. If he’s hitting a new vic every week that’s not nearly enough planning time for something this orchestrated.” Hotch checked the time on his watch. “We’re not finding him tonight. The local PD are investigating. We don’t have clearance until tomorrow. Everybody go home and get some rest, we need to crack down on this.” 

As much as you loved your job, the departure was a welcome relief. The day had drained you, you had to basically drag yourself back to the BAU for the regroup after the case. It was routine, and incredibly necessary as this unsub continued his streak, but your brain was mush, and you didn’t know if you were capable of any breakthroughs in your current state. You were grateful, currently, that at least you weren’t dealing with a serial killer. He had an agenda, that much was obvious, but chasing a serial killer for a month bred a different kind of stress than chasing an anarchist. 

The AC blast that hit you upon entering your home seemed to steal the tension from your shoulders. It was summer, so on top of hunting an unsub who was essentially a ghost, you were also bearing through the violently humid nights. You locked the door, pulling up your sleeves as you walked deeper into your house. The lights were on, you never left them off for long, and your eyes locked on the pile of notes sitting on your counter. Three small papers, torn at every edge, were draped over each other. Evidence, you thought. You’d kept them for evidence. Once you told the team the unsub had been reaching out, you would show them the notes. It was that simple, you were planning to tell them. You didn’t know why the information hadn’t entered their radar yet. This unsub was clearly infatuated. You could be a valuable part of solving this case, the notes could be the reason you solved it at all. Those were words straight from the source, they would tell you more about the unsub than any crime scene analysis would. Something about them just stilled your tongue, though. You never particularly liked the feds, the cops, the higher ups. You became one of them begrudgingly, you’d been good at reading people your whole life. You wanted to solve things, see justice. It was never primarily about helping people for you, and you feared the reputational repercussions if your team members ever found out about that. You weren't ignorant, you had morals. You simply lacked the place of purity they came from, the virtue your team members carried was one you were void of. Half of the time you walked away from a case, you disagreed with the verdict, and you were ashamed.

You had only realized you zoned out when the phone rang, effectively breaking your gaze away from the notes and onto the ‘Unknown caller’ screen glaring at you from your cell. Morgan just got a new phone, you remembered. He’s probably checking in. You picked it up, stating just your last name in greeting as a reflex from almost exclusively talking to other agents. 

It was quiet for a moment, reaching the period of time where your stomach knotted up and almost forced you off the phone. “Hey, Y/n.” The voice was a new one, it pulled at certain strings within you. You knew him, but you didn’t recognize him. 

“Who’s this?” The spark of familiarity filled you with guilt. A car accident when you were 15 had stolen most of the memories from your childhood and left a bountiful amount of scars in their place. You barely remembered your own parents, if this man was an old relative, you definitely didn’t know who he was. As much as your family tried to be empathetic, you could tell it hurt them when you were none the wiser.

“God, it’s good to hear your voice.” The man was smiling as he spoke, you could hear it in his tone. “Your number was shockingly hard to find. Feds really don’t mess around, huh?” Your shoulders tensed, you looked around. Blinds were closed, your house was the same as when you left it. You're sure it wouldn’t be hard to find your address if he’d found your number. “I’ve been trying, believe me. I left those notes while I was looking, although it’s really not the same, is it? Phones are so revolutionary, I mean writing you a letter is one thing but it’s so underwhelming in comparison. A piece of paper doesn’t let me listen to you, doesn’t let me hear those little breaths you take when you get scared.” You didn’t even realize your breathing had changed until he called you out. 

“Do I scare you?” He sounded so domestic, the contrast between the genuinity laced in his words and the actual words themselves just about knocked you over. “I hope I don’t. I’m not trying to.”

“What are you trying to do?” Your mouth felt sealed shut, just barely managing to grate out the words.

“If you’re asking about my agenda, I’m afraid that’s a private affair for now.” He was so casual about this, sarcastically sucking air in through his teeth like he was telling you he couldn’t meet for coffee next week.

“What do you need with me, then? You don’t want to share and you aren’t calling to gloat. What’s the point?” 

You heard him click his tongue at the question. “Everything is so technical with you agents.” You could basically sense his lips quirk up, gaining some type of sick intuition for the man’s tendencies. “Maybe I just wanted a word with the pretty detective working my case.” 

Your knees were trembling, your grip getting looser on the phone as you struggled to keep your hold through the tremors of your hands. You had to focus, you could take advantage of this. “Why politicians? What happened to you?”

“Personal grudge.”

“How do you get their data so fast?”

“I know a guy” He knew a guy?

“So you have a partner?”

“I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“Why not?”

“It’s no one of importance.” Sibling, maybe?

“It’s important to me.”

He chuckled at that. You needed to hang up.

“Y/n-” Could he sense your fucking muscles tensing? “Don’t tell your friends.” He could hear your heartbeat from where he was, you were sure of it. 

“Why?” You were instantaneous, barely letting him finish before responding. “You gonna hurt me?”

“No.” He scoffed. “If you tell them, I’ll have to stop reaching out.” You swore you could feel the weight of his eyes on you. “Is that really something you want?” Cold sweat pierced through the skin on the back of your neck. You yanked the phone down from your ear and hung up. 

No, it wasn’t. 

–

You dreadfully greeted the sun as it peeked through the slits of your blinds. You’d slept maybe a half hour in total last night, sleeping in five minute increments while bearing through a paranoid haze only comparable to the first time you’d smoked weed. The world felt unreachable. You could see it like a screen but your true consciousness sat captive in his hands. He’d known you. That was the fact stuck in your throat, that’s why you couldn’t sleep. Does that mean you knew him?

“Jesus.” If you had to guess, the sight of your sunken eyes and hunched shoulders was the trigger for Morgan’s reaction to the sight of you. Walking into work wasn’t going to be fun, you knew that, but you hadn’t expected such an immediate acknowledgement. “Someone have a rough night?”

You wished you could banter with him. Morgan always made working here feel lighter, he was fun to be around, but you were guilty. If you were tired from a one-night, insomnia, even if you were drunk and puking your guts up all night, you would have joked back with him. Now, you had to force yourself to make eye contact. A childish part of your brain was scared he'd smell it on you. At this point, you were fraternizing with the enemy, and it’s repercussions were draped over you like a curtain. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Clearly.” He handed you a mug of coffee. “Is it the case? If it’s bugging you that much, one of us can stay with you for a couple nights. It’s no trouble.”

“No, Morgan, that’s not necessary.” He was so kind it was nearly suffocating. If someone stayed, he either wouldn’t call or you’d have to decline it. Both of those options making an uncomfortable amount of unease stir inside you. “I appreciate it, but I’ll be fine.” 

“Just tell me if you need anything.” He nodded at you, you nodded back, then you both headed into the conference room. 

“Any leads?” You walked to your seat as you asked, unsure what you were hoping to receive as an answer.

“None.” Everyone else was gathered around the table, Hotch scanning through the file as he replied to you.

“We’ve pretty much ruled out the media workers.” Prentiss spoke up. “This guy’s most likely an anarchist. His previous victims haven’t belonged to a consistent party so he’s not lashing out at the opposing side.” She thought for a moment. “What path leads somebody to anarchy?”

“Maybe he’s been kept out of office.” Morgan started speculating, just trying to sweep together something they could pin to him. “If he’s been running long enough, maybe he gets angry, changes course. He could be jealous of his targets.” 

Your brain was half focused on the case, half focused on him. Two sides of you were fighting, one instilling a sort of protectiveness over him, one howling at you to do your fucking job. 

“I don’t think he’s an anarchist.” You leaned forward in your chair, revving up to present your theory. “He’s been described in the same outfit for every victim. Long Sleeve, cargo pants, gloves and a ski mask - all black. That’s as minimal as it gets. Some pretty low income areas are well within his safe zone.” You paused, looking around to see if they were understanding what you were getting at.

“He’s poor.” Hotch had a glint in his eyes. Almost. 

“So - what?” Morgan prompted. “He’s doing this for money? This is way too elaborate for somebody needing cash.” He shook his head as he spoke. “Hotch, there was evidence of Scopolamine injections. A man who either knows how to make the chemical or already has enough money to buy it wouldn’t be in a position that warrants this. Plus, the kind of tech it would take to get the information he steals? Way more than your typical Best Buy - this is Garcia level stuff. He injects them and probably forces them to help with the robbing, he beats them senseless - he’s getting some kind of kick out of this.”

“He’s not poor” You concluded. “But I’m pretty sure he used to be.” You sat up straighter to elaborate. “A lot of times, kids who grow up homeless or with no money feel wronged by politicians. Here they are going to school hungry while the mayor rolls in cash and lets them bear the consequences of a put-off promise to help the community.”

Prentiss sat back in her chair as she considered your words. “To build this type of anger, though? This is a vendetta.” She glanced down at the crime scene photos as a reminder. 

“Exactly. Anger is expected in normal cases. Something extreme clearly had to happen to explain this type of outburst.” Personal grudge, you remembered him saying. You felt like you were airing out his secrets as you spoke. A weak sense of betrayal tugged at your guts. “I’ve been thinking about this a lot, going over what type of event could cause something like this and I think I have an idea.” You pulled out your phone while talking to call Garcia, the woman answering immediately.

“Garcia, can you look up children in the Quantico to DC area who died from complications with chronic illness? Probably late 90’s to early 2000’s, I don’t think our guy is old enough to have been running for office.” 

“That’s gonna be a large list. Any more parameters you can give me?”

“Look for families making less than 20,000 a year.” 

“Got it. There were three families making under 20,000 that reported losing a child of illness. One was of stage 4 cancer with no plausible recovery and the other two said they couldn’t afford the medication needed for treatment. I just sent them over.”

“You’re the best.” 

“Don’t I know it.” You hung up the phone, pulling up the files she found.

“What exactly are we looking for here?” Morgan looked to you.

“We can rule out the first family. Dying of cancer wouldn’t create the effect needed for our unsub.” He looked like he was about to reiterate his question. “What we’re looking for is a sibling. If your family is struggling, you already have the seed of anger that this guy has. I think a family member dying from the lack of money might just give him the motive he needs.”

“That’s good thinking, he could be avenging someone.” Praise from Hotch always felt better than others. “The Bryson family was just the mother and the daughter who died. She worked in janitorial for the local middle school.”

“Doesn’t exactly fit the profile.” Morgan was right, all the testimonies had described a man. Plus the assumption of decent financial prosperity didn’t fit someone still working at a middle school.

“Who does that leave?” You were searching for the answer to your question, but Prentiss was quicker.

“Diana Reid and her two sons. Henry had type 1, seems like they could afford the insulin for a little while but something must have happened. He went into DKA and died a week later.”

Two sons. “What about his brother?”

“Uhhhh-” She scrolled down on her tablet. “That would be one Spencer Reid who…” She scrolled just a little bit further to find the whereabouts of the man, the hope in her eyes snuffing out with the information she read. “is dead. Says he committed suicide a couple years after his brother died.” The whole table deflated a bit as she said that.

“It was a good idea.” Hotch, despite being a monotone man, usually tried to keep things optimistic. “We’ll continue pursuing that angle. Morgan and Prentiss, I want you to go back to the first crime scene. I’ll call Dave and we’ll head to the latest.” The mentioned agents nodded their heads and started making their way out the door. 

Your eyebrows furrowed at your lack of instruction. “And me, sir?”

“Go home.” He looked you over for a moment. “You look like hell.” Then he was gone, calling Rossi on his way out. How mortifying.

– 

It had been three days since Hotch’s dismissal of you. You managed to get some sleep, convincing your co-workers of normalcy when you went back into the office the next day. In truth, you were anything but. You had been noticeably distracted but the others chose not to mention it until it hindered your performance, which it had yet to do. You were on a timer, counting down the seconds until your next call with him. You seemed to be endlessly tugged back and forth between excitement and pure dread. Everytime you got home, you took a moment to stare at your phone, almost like you could will him to call if you glared at it long enough. The day was just shy of a week since his last attack, and you were nervous as hell. Your phone buzzed once, then it buzzed again. He was calling. 

“You’re early.” You didn’t find it fitting to greet him. You knew who it was, why be friendly? “Is there another one?”

“Relax, honey.” His voice lit a fire in you. Jesus. “I didn’t know I was only permitted one call a week.”

“What are you playing at?” You tried to sound sturdy, but your voice hit your ears with more desperation than you’d ever expressed. 

“I could ask you the same.” You could hear the tilt in his words, he was so sure of what he was doing. “You didn’t tell them about us.”

“How would you know?”

“I’m not in cuffs, am I?”

“You think we’d catch you if I told them?” Was it your fault he was still free?

“No.”

“Maybe they’re listening.”

“Maybe.” He was so unbothered by the notion. You were never a good bluffer.

“It wouldn’t bother you?” You narrowed your eyes at nothing, staring at your wall as you tried to read him through the phone.

“You could bring in the whole nation, Y/n.” You listened more intently than you ever had. “It wouldn’t keep me from you.” You felt like you were choking on your own heart, feeling it beat at the confines of your throat. Jesus Christ.

“Do you know where I live?” Your lips were too weak to hold back the question. It’d been the only thing on your mind since the first note had been left on your car.

“Why?” His smile bled into his words. “Are you inviting me over?”

“Answer the question.”

“Why don’t you answer a question of mine?” He was so intentional, his MO proudly showing in the way he spoke to you. “Haywood or Clancy?”

“Are those your actual choices?” You tried to analyze him, justifying your actions with the ruse of investigation. He’d tell you more if he wasn’t monitored. “Or are you trying to throw me off your trail?” It was certainly plausible. Get you running after two men not of interest, leaving his real victim neglected by your team. 

He laughed, breathy and soft. “I don’t know.” You could almost picture him tilting his head, faceless and so enticing in your imagination. “Pick one for me. Maybe I’ll do him next in your honor.” 

“What do you know about honor?”

“Everything I do is about honor.” What did that mean?

“The only thing that would honor me is you turning yourself in.”

“What do you know about honor, agent?” His voice was taunting, you heard his body shift. “What do you think that team of yours would think about us, hm? Those are their words, not yours. You’re the one who’s waiting on calls from the enemy.” Shock paralyzed your tongue. You felt your head pulse with the blood rushing to your ears. “You don’t have to be guilty about wanting it, honey. You don’t fit with them.” 

“As opposed to what? Fitting with you?”

He chuckled. “You’ve thought about it.”

“Nightmares, maybe.” 

“That’s the angle you're going with?” He saw through you. “If you dreamt of me, I doubt they were nightmares.” 

“You didn’t answer my question.” 

“I don’t know where you are.” You didn’t feel relieved. “I have no interest in hurting or robbing you. Why would I want your address?.”

You slipped your hand under your shirt to trace the scar across your chest. Gift from the accident, now a nervous habit of yours. “What do you want?” God, you were a broken record.

“It doesn’t matter what I want, Y/n.” You could barely hear him over the thrum of blood in your veins. Your entire body felt tuned into his words. You’d never felt so far away while connected. “Only what I can do.”

“You take everything from them. More than just money. Clearly you lost something.” You were so sick of asking this question but you were getting farther from the answer with every conversation. “Why are you doing this?”

“They made the first move.” Jesus what did they do to this guy? “I’m not the bad guy, honey. I’m just defending my side.” 

“This isn’t a game.”

“It might as well be.” He was quick with his responses. “It’s all the same to men like them.” You stayed quiet for a moment. How did you reply to something like that? “Get some sleep. It’s late.”

“Give me less crime scenes to look at and maybe I’ll sleep more.”

He smiled, you could hear it in his tone. “Every mean has an end, agent.” You held your breath, and as if gaining consciousness, you hung up the phone. You felt the brick of the encounter sit heavy in your stomach. He wasn’t lying. You were guilty, and you wanted it beyond belief. 

–

You’d talked to him four more times over the past two weeks. There’d been two more victims corresponding with those calls, continuing his routine of a new one each week. Your understanding of your feelings had become less hazy as you talked to him more. Your guilt wasn’t from withholding information from your team, it was from the fact you wanted to. It stemmed from your instinctual desire to keep him to yourself. Let him exist differently in your home life than he did in your work life. It was difficult keeping something from profilers. It made you feel worse that they definitely knew something was up, but chose not to push it because they trusted you. Did this truly make you untrustworthy? You were only human. 

You’d spent what was meant to be your day off at the BAU working. When there was a case like this, rest time seemed to take the backseat. You were drained, more emotionally than physically. You were lying to your friends, but truly, you didn’t know how deeply you considered them friends. They were good people, easy to like and easy to work with. You were starting to wonder if that's where it stopped, though. Everything about their company was easy, but it lacked gratification. His company was hard on you, but it was so rewarding, so filled with feeling that you started to wonder what your morals even were. You wouldn’t find them here, you thought. You certainly tried. You stared into the chipped white paint aging poorly on the brick wall of the bar as if the pigment of the words would organize your thoughts better than your malfunctioning mind could. The liquid in your glass was nearing it’s end. The drink had loosened your joints, loosened your mind. You hadn’t come here to get drunk, you were basically still sober, you just needed the warmth of a drink. There was a certain coldness within you, there had been since the accident. You accredit the feeling with driving away any potential love interests of yours. There was always a sense of being stuck, like you were interrupted in the middle of moving on, and never fully got to close the chapter. This wasn’t hard for others to sense. You were as emotionally nonreciprocal and unresponsive as a corpse.

“Mind if I join you?” A man who’d immediately caught your eye upon entrance gestured to the barstool next to you.

You motioned to it. “Please.” A casual invitation. You didn’t know how to talk to random men in bars. You took a good look at him, something subconscious stirring beneath your skin. The minimal buzz of the drink you had making you write it off, preferring the focus of his eyes on yours. 

“What’s your name?” The smoothness of his voice could have rivaled the most expensive whiskey in that place. 

You told him your name. He nodded, murmuring a “pretty” under his breath as he took a sip from his glass. 

“I’m Matthew.” 

“Pretty.” You reiterated, raising your eyebrows slightly as you joked. He chuckled, and you asked if he was new to the area. 

“I’m a local, actually. I grew up here, surprisingly never been to this bar, though.”

“Really? I grew up around here too. This place is old as dust, been here forever.” You looked down, finishing the last of your drink. 

“I know. I’ve wanted to come here for a while because it’s so old.” Something about him was so off putting but so irresistible. You’d never encountered such an uncomfortable concoction. It was intoxicating. “I lost the knack for drinking I had in my teen years. Back then my friends and me would just buy a 12 pack and get drunk in the field on Fromage.” 

You lacked the memories to know if you related to the man, but you weren’t going to delve into why and kill the mood, so you lied. “That field used to scare the shit out of me. Everyone at my school said there were bodies out there.” 

His eyes held a certain glint in them when he looked at you, his lips perked up at the edges slightly, if you hadn’t been a profiler you might have missed it. “Really?” Maybe you imagined it all, that or he caught on to you, the look leaving his eyes after lingering for a moment. The slight promise of something more sinister pulsed throughout them. The hairs on your arm were standing. “Mine said the same thing.” He smiled, looking away, shaking his head fondly as he remembered. “My school was full of dumbasses though so I never really took it seriously.” And you laughed. 

You laughed a lot throughout the time you sat there with him. A few hours, you’d guess. He lowered your guard so easily, walking leisurely through the gates of you. You’d practically rolled out the red carpet for him. You wondered if he could see how easily he got in, how much you welcomed the feel of him in your veins. He didn’t seem to mind if he could. When he’d wanted to take you home, your lips parted, and you said you’d like that. You don’t really remember driving, knowing one of you did, both of you sober by the time you’d left. He’d been so gentle, so all-consuming. He’d run his thumbs along the scars he encountered, punctuating the sensation with his lips following close after. Mumbling praises against your skin and rhetorically asking “does that feel good, honey?” as your legs shook around him. He melted you down to pure liquid gold with just his touch, knowing exactly how to map you out. You’d felt him everywhere, his fingers burning their respective shadows on your skin, seeping slowly into your soul to leave marks there too. He’d felt so safe, the pure want joining the two of you together. A euphoric distraction from all the disaster you’d let befall you. He was gone before you woke up the next morning, but you saw him in your shadow, felt him in the soreness of your legs. He’d been a deviation, something put in your path to confuse you. What a brutal fucking night.

–

The same day, you’d gone to work, gone home, and then ended up back at the BAU an hour later. There had been another victim. Two days early. This was his eighth, and up until now he hadn’t strayed from his weekly pattern. This was a bad sign, if he was ramping up, who knows how many more he wanted to hit. The story had stayed the same, and that night you were arresting another board member, this time for solid ties to human trafficking. He really knew how to pick them. You’d give him that, at least.

The meeting post-arrest basically just shared what you were all thinking. He was ramping up, and you were getting no closer to catching him. Stating the obvious was doing nothing but wasting time. He was good. One of the best you’d ever seen. Nobody really knew what to do at this point. You watched their faces get more and more helpless and you felt bad. Nothing in your calls with the man would have helped you solve this case, you were almost positive. Any aspect that could have helped was one you explored. 

Emily had said the name ‘Spencer Reid’ and the way your stomach lurched made you feel like you had to be onto something. You’d never had such an intense gut feeling about something only for it to be absolutely impossible. You hadn’t told them, but you looked more into him. His death was an easy one to fake. As much as you hated speculating on what could very well have been just a heartbroken boy, you couldn’t deny the theory you were building. His mother had found a suicide note, they hauled a body out of the river a month later and just assigned Spencer’s name to it, marking it down as conclusive. You weren’t convinced.

–

You got home within the hour, locking the door and pulling out your phone. You hadn’t called him before, but it was the same number every time, and you needed to talk. The phone rang so long you were almost sure he wouldn’t pick up. Almost.

“Y/n.” He greeted you. “This is new.” 

“You broke your pattern.” You started with the topic at hand. “Why did you do that?”

You heard a chair squeak slightly as he leaned back. “What can I say? You being so interested gave me some extra motivation.”

“Interested?” What the fuck was he talking about? “This isn’t - I’m not fucking interested in anything. You’re a criminal.” You were slightly out of breath. When you lied to him, no matter how small the lie, air seemed to gain a disinterest in staying within your lungs.

“Mhm.” He was smug. That wasn’t a good sign. “I don’t believe that. You seemed pretty interested last night.” 

He had pulled a lever, and your stomach dropped to your shoes. “That was you?” You sounded as defeated as you felt. Your eyes were watering from the pure shock, feeling the drop of the bomb shake you down to your core. 

“You kept tracing that scar on your chest, you know that?” You hadn’t known that. “Almost like you could feel it.” Feel what? He didn’t elaborate. “You sounded so pretty when I touched it, when I kissed you. Been thinking about it all day.” He was breathy, sounding like he was trying to put himself back in it as he spoke. 

You steadied yourself before you opened your mouth. “You lied to me.”

“I’ve never lied to you.” He sighed. “You lied to me, though.” You hadn’t imagined it. “That field used to scare you?” He laughed slightly. “You were the one who told me about it. Took me over there once to look at the moon in the back of your dad’s pickup.” 

God, this was frustrating. “Who are you?” The tears were dancing the border of your eyes, begging to run down your cheeks. “I knew you?”

“You know me.” He was so sure of it. “I’m still in there. Everything is.”

You had to ask, at this point you were near certain of it. “Spencer?”

He sighed, relief intertwining with his words. “There she is.” It was such a soft delivery, the moment he took before replying had you wondering if you’d said anything at all.

What kind of situation even was this? “Is this about your brother?”

“You know, when we were younger, my mother knew the mayor. He used to babysit my brother and me when she worked nights.” His tone was humorous, bitter, like he couldn’t believe the stupidity of what he was explaining. “I listened to him promise us he would change the community when he got the time. Get us a house with more than one bedroom, get us into a school system deserving of us. He used to call me a genius.” He scoffed at the thought. “Then my mom couldn’t afford the insulin, and he let my brother die.”

You didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry.”

“The payments wouldn’t have even made a dent in his pockets.” You could visualize him, alone in a room somewhere, that familiar crease between his eyebrows as he talked. You were going to be sick, you thought. “One man for every year my brother got to live. Seems only fair.”

“Two more to go, then?” You couldn’t identify a single thought in your head. All of them speeding past you like bullets before you could latch onto one. “Is it helping?”

“Yeah.” He sniffled, quiet and subdued. “It is.”

“I - um” A tear finally fell, breaking the dam. You wiped it away quickly, two more taking it’s place almost immediately “I have to go.”

“Y/n-” but you were gone already. You put your hand over your mouth, laughing into it slightly at the absurdity of your situation and sobbing into a moment later as you took the cold plunge into reality. You texted your parents, knowing they were asleep, asking if you could swing by when they woke up. If anyone would know something, it was them, and you had every intention of shaking them down to find out exactly how you’d known the man. You had to know. You spent the night preparing the questions you’d ask and trying to fall asleep. You were almost paralyzed with the weight of him on you. There was no getting out of it now.

–

The outside of this house always felt alien. You knew you’d grown up here, but it lacked any sense of home. You wondered as you stood out front how much Spencer had to have meant to leave more of a mark than the place you spent your first 18 years in. The sun was nearing it’s peak in the sky, it was almost noon. Your parents had texted back at eight am, worried and eager to know what was wrong, eager to see you. You’d fallen asleep barely an hour before that, waking up at eleven and quickly getting ready after seeing the text. You were scared. These were practically strangers to you, and you were betting an ungodly amount on them. That’s not fair, you thought. But honestly, nothing was fair, and you calmed your guilt with promise of filling the void in your gut. You broke your staring contest with the front door and leaned forward to knock, the thing opening almost immediately. 

“Hey.” You spoke before they did. You found that being the first to talk usually decreased the amount of warmth in their greetings. “It’s good to see you guys. Thank you for having me, I know my texts were sort of alarming. I just needed to talk about something.” You held eye contact to the best of your ability. They brought out a deep feeling of shame, knowing they didn’t blame you for the distance but still being responsible for it nonetheless. 

“Of course.” Your mother talked while your father looked down. “It’s good to see you too. Come in, please.” Your father broke from her side to go sit down, while your mother opened the door to usher you in. You stepped forward, nodding at her in thanks as you passed her, joining your father where he sat.

“Um…” You faced both of them as your mom took the place by his side. How did you even start this? “Well, in a case I’ve been working on, somebody came up.” You couldn’t tell them he was alive. “And he just…seemed familiar, I guess. Did I know a boy named Spencer Reid growing up?” You watched the sparks of recognition ignite in their eyes as you said the name. Your mother’s grew teary, while your father’s seemed to harden. 

“Knew him?” Your mother chuckled at the thought of it being so simple. “You two were more in love than your father and I.” She rolled her eyes as she held your father’s arm, the man laughing lightly at her words.

 “He was the first friend you talked about. I remember picking you up from the first day of kindergarten and listening to you rave about the boy who was ‘smarter than the teacher’.” Her tone got lighter at the end, seemingly trying to imitate the excitement of your adolescent self. “You two were always close, you know?” She seemed to remember him fondly. “When you got older, you would get so defensive if  I asked after him so eventually I stopped. But I knew. I knew you two would end up together from your first playdate.” She was on the verge of tears, giggling at her own words as the stories she told surrounded her, smiling at the past. 

“His family really struggled. Such a sweet kid, him and his brother both. They were over here a lot.” Your father took the role of speaker as your mother’s emotions got the better of her. “We went back and forth for a while after the accident on whether to tell you or not. It just seemed cruel to. He died the night before you got hit, and you were such a wreck we just -” He struggled to find the words. “We considered it a blessing you didn’t remember him.” Your father’s guilt was apparent, twisting his features slowly as he explained their choices. “You were so in love, sweetheart. You didn’t know who he was when you woke up and we figured, you know, what’s the point? When the only thing that could come from it was pain, it just seemed futile.” 

You don’t think you blinked the entire time they were talking to you. You only knew you were crying when your vision went blurry, completely neglecting the beading of tears down your cheeks. You remembered the day your mother was talking about, seeing the children you once were illustrate the world in front of you. You could almost see his face, how it would have looked when he died, how he used to look at you. Like he was staring at the universe’s secrets, easing his hands through the veil to touch them - to touch you. You remember the feeling he gave you, something warm and distinct, reserved for the two of you only. If you could have seen yourself in the moments you shared, you’re sure you would have worn the same look in your eyes. 

You started speaking, but couldn’t manage much. “Yes, yeah, you’re right.” Reassurance usually worked well. “It was a…a good call.” You had trouble with your words, remembering the feelings of him but lacking the visuals. “Do you have any pictures?” Your mother nodded in response, detaching from your dad and going to retrieve something that held the memories you sought. 

“I’m-” Your dad started. “We’re sorry.”

You shook your head. Your parents were the last people who owed an apology. “It’s ok, dad. I’m glad you did it.”

“I could never myself look back at these. Thinking about what happened to them I just…I can never look at them knowing they’re gone.” Your mother re-entered the room holding a camera, dark pink and cheap. “It was meant to document your childhood, but he was around so much, it’s basically just a compilation of you guys.”

You held the thing in your hands. It was everything you wanted to happen but you couldn’t force your fingers to move. Did you even want this? He was alive, sure, but you’re certain the boy next to you in these photos would never see the light of day again. All your birthdays for thirteen years, field trips, science fairs, even just the two of you sitting together reading. It was all here. All consumable. You felt the urge to boil them down and burn your skin with the residue. Anything to keep a semblance of this life with you. You had a right to them, they were yours. Your teeth clenched at the sting of the absence. He had been yours and you couldn’t even remember. “Can I keep this?”

“Of course.” You’re sure the thoughts in your head were obvious to them, spinning like a cyclone in your eyes zoning out on the camera. “I’ve thought about giving it to you for a while now anyway.”

–

They’d made you lunch, then dinner. They told you tales of your past and you let them glance into your present. It was dark by the time you left, setting the goal to talk with them more. You walked to your car, having parked down the street, and tried to shake yourself out of the trance that house put you in. You thought you were seeing things at first, squinting slightly to focus on the chunk of passenger door that was shrouded with out of place darkness. Someone was leaning against your car. You didn’t feel defensive. 

“Spencer?”

“Hey.” He pushed off the door and walked closer to you, facing you on the sidewalk. You could see him now, lit up by a streetlight. He took you in, too. Glancing at your hand and grinning. “I remember that thing.” You had forgotten you were holding the camera until now. 

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I don’t know, honey.” He shrugged, matching your exhaustion at the situation. “I guess I wanted to see how much you remembered.” He looked at you, his eyes just as bright as they’d been a decade ago. “How much I could make you remember.”

You sighed. God, if only it worked that way. “Do you want to-” What the fuck were you thinking? “Do you want to come over?” You’d looked through every picture on that camera. You missed him. You missed him in your space, on your bed, waiting for you at the bus stop. That knot of feeling stuck only wanted to unravel if it were his hands tugging at it. “I can drive us.”

He raised his eyebrows, surprise blending seamlessly with the undiluted hope he carried as a kid. “Ok.” He smiled, just a tiny lift at the corners of his lips. The image of that smile resting on his teenage face struck you so violently you felt it in your bones. You looked at him, starstruck. His presence was a trance of it’s own. 

“Ok.” You repeated him, trying to elongate the moment. You weren’t sure when you’d be ready to look away. He’d have to move first, and he knew it, so he walked to the passenger door. You blinked, grounding yourself, and unlocked the car. 

You were preparing for an awkward car ride, but clearly your subconscious was more than familiar with him, being silent with him came as second nature to you. You took the long way back to your house, trying to enjoy the comfortability as long as you could. He added an elevation to your existence that you hadn’t been aware you were lacking. You pulled into your driveway ten minutes later, parking and turning off the car. 

“Did you really not know where I lived?”

“No.” He was looking out your windshield, taking in the sight of where you felt safest. “I meant what I said. I never needed to. 

You walked into the house first, hearing him shut the door softly behind him. You’d been listening to see how he’d close it, not sure what it would tell you, but deeming it important regardless. He’d been nothing but respectful of your space both times he’d been here. You sat down, nodding your head to the chair near you. 

He let a moment pass, waiting to see if you had something to say. You had too much to say, too much to articulate. “I want you to leave with me.”

“Spencer-”

“Don’t.” His eyes were pleading, glistening with his unique mix of hunger and control. “Don’t write me off, Y/n. Nobody would know. They’re not gonna catch me. You can quit, and we can leave.” You looked away, down towards your hands. “Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it.” It was all you’d been thinking about. Usually in dreams - obviously your mind was more up to date than you were. You were going to do it, you thought. Of course you were. You looked at him and knew you’d go anywhere he asked you to. Still, though, you had a life. One you needed time to wrap up before you could leave it. You were a federal agent, if you went missing, they’d send the entire nation to step on your heels. 

“Can I think about it?

He looked at you, suppressing a smile and tilting his head slightly. “Sure, honey.” He could read you so easily. He’d known he had you from the moment he asked. “I’ve still got two more.” The burning in your stomach wasn’t a resistance to the words. It was an admiration, a feeling you could wallow in. You weren’t an opposing force to him. Had you ever been? Truly?

“What happens if I don’t go?”

His eye contact had a way of transferring, enveloping any part of you it could reach. You were testing him. “Don’t force my hand, Y/n.”

You didn’t plan on finding out what that meant.

[imomnba-x07]

Steve spent 3 movies saving Bucky. He gave up everything for Bucky. He went against everyone, even against Sam's "he's not the kind you save, he's the kind you stop" bullshit, Steve might not agree with Bucky's choices but he'd stand by him and that's a fact. You think he'd kill off his relationship with Bucky, his best friend and family since the 1920s for, let me check my notes, someone he met in 2014??? 💀💀 you're crazy as fuck but believe what you want if that lets you sleep at night 😂

Awe so delusional you didn’t even have the balls to show your blog name, that’s cute. I’m ganna guess you’re like 13 but lemme tell you how adult relationships work. Don’t worry I’ll hold your hand through it all ☺️

Let’s start with the claim that Steve’s movies were only ever about Bucky. This statement takes any sort of agency away from Steve. You throw away every hardship, every conviction every bit of his personality and morals if all you boil it down to is Bucky. In your mind, Steve is no longer a character, no longer a person. He’s a dog who does whatever Bucky needs. Which is not true. He cares about Bucky yes. But Steve is not a servant to Buckys will.

Steve, even before knowing Bucky was alive, was against SHEILD and the use of the helicarriers. (Which means he was anti government control, are you with me so far or do I have to dumb it down further?) “This isn’t freedom, it’s fear.” Steve says to furry when he is first told about project insight. Steve’s mission throughout that movie, his main goal, is to stop project insight and to stop the corruption from undermining people’s freedoms (which he does all with his partner Sam, none of this would have been possible without someone who shared just as strong of a passion for all this as steve). Sorry to break your heart, but Bucky is second in all that. He wants to help Bucky too, but let’s not twist Steve’s priorities here nor make it seem like Steve can only care about one thing at a time.

“He not the kind you save, he’s the kind you stop” sorry but Sam only said that from a narrative perspective for Steve to rebuttal. It’s not even really in character for Sam so I’m not ganna entertain that point. It’s something I laugh off anyways cause thats the only evidence you weird stickies have against Sam after all these years cause yall can’t let shit go. Pathetic.

Now let’s flash forward to civil war, since again, you seem to suffer from amnesia and can’t remember anything about Steve that isn’t Bucky Bucky boo bear Bucky. Steve’s plot in civil war is stopping government oversight. He isnt thinking about Bucky 24/7 in the film. Bucky is merely pulled into it all by unfortunate circumstances. Hell, you could take Bucky out of this film and Steve’s morals would have STILL stayed the same; governments can’t be trusted with control over enhanced individuals nor should they have any say in the avengers. THATS Steve’s moral standing throughout the movie. That doesn’t change. And it’s doesn’t change for Sam either, who holds those EXACT same principles and distrust for overreaching authority figures. Steve, Sam, and Nat went on the run, not for Bucky, but because they refused to be apart of a system they ALL didn’t believe in.

“He would stand by him and that’s a fact” right right I see endgame worked out so well for you people huh��😬 (lmao)

Now let’s get into the whole friendship piece of it all, since by your definition friends should just blindly support and follow eachother wherever (did your parents never give you the “if your friends jump off a cliff are you jumping too” speech?).

Maybe this is just me, idk, but I have never believed in feeding my friends delusions. I am not ganna tell support every decision my friends make with a “yes queen!🤪” if that decision goes against my own morals and could cause them harm. You are a bad friend if you let the people you care about go through with choices that could do them harm or cause harm to others. Holding your friends accountable is important, it helps us all grow as people. Not being babied or placated or diluted into thinking every decision we make is good. That’s how echo chambers start and egos grow.

Steve and Bucky are grown adults. Steve, with everything we know about his character, would not just let Bucky do whatever, not without Steve shaking Bucky by the shoulders and giving him his two cents. If Bucky is making decisions that go against Steve morals and everything Steve fought to prevent, why does your underdeveloped brain think Steve would just do a magic 180 just for Bucky? Steve would be furious to hear that his best friend (by your own words) undid everything he worked so hard to maintain. And to think otherwise is absolutely ludicrous.

Besides, Steve is chasing a ghost. The Bucky we know is not the man who Steve knew in the 40s. Sam on the other hand, is a man who he has trusted the word of time and time again. Even before Steve spoke about the accords, SAM was the one who fought against them. Sam and Steve have ALWAYS been on the same side when it comes to the government having too much control. They don’t trust the government as far as they can throw them. Sam is also the only one Steve has ever listened to when it came to plans (stopping project insight and stealing Sam’s wings, listening to Sam when he told Steve to let the rest of team cap get arrested so Steve could get away, even providing group counseling during the blip, etc) so yes, I think Steve would absolutely side with Sam here.

You think Steve wouldn’t back the very man he hand picked to carry on the legacy of Captain America? The man who holds his same principles and beliefs? The man who is the rightful leader of the avengers and will lead his team with the very morals that Steve admired in Sam and believed in from the beginning?

Are you incompetent or did you just watch these movies with your eyes closed shouting la la la la la

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Don’t Give up on Me

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Summary: When being the girlfriend of an NFL heartthrob starts to feel suffocating, and you feel like running, Joe tries to convince you to stay with him.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

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*no specific date for this fic!*

You couldn't take it anymore. It was just that simple.

Getting together with Joe back in September of 2022 felt like a fever dream. He gave you everything you could want or need in a boyfriend and you seriously loved him.

At one point you might've even said he was the one.

Joe himself hadn't done anything to change that idea, it was the fans and the attention that came with him.

After dating for a year, Joe finally proposed the idea of going public. You guys weren't necessarily hiding your relationship since you went to games and such, but it hadn't been openly proclaimed.

You were excited and giddy, sitting on the couch next to Joe as you both curated Instagram posts of pictures of you two. After tagging one another and hitting the post button, you and Joe turned your phones off and spent the evening just with each other.

Joe was ecstatic that his relationship with you was out in the open, everyone finally knew he was taken and he was taken by the girl he thought he was going to marry.

Later that night when Joe was fast asleep next to you in bed, you turned your phone back on and went through the comments.

“Not cute…”

“He could totally do better…”

“Sad that he's choosing to settle.”

“She has to be fire in bed or smt 💀.”

“She doesn't even have a body.”

“Obviously he went for personality.”

“He def cheats on her every day.”

“Gold Digger!”

“Using him for status Fs.”

“He could have a model but chose that?”

It seemed like the comments had turned into an endless stream of hate, all against you.

The words made you start to think things that you never would have thought before tonight. You felt secure in your relationship with Joe, but now? Now it felt like at any moment he was able to walk out on you and find someone better.

Sitting in bed staring at your phone as a waterfall-like flow of tears streaming down your face, it suddenly felt like you couldn't breathe.

You jumped out of bed and ran out of the room. Hearing Joe yelling behind you, you kept running. You ran till you were down the stairs, through the kitchen, and out of the back door.

Everything was a blur from how hard you were crying but you could barely make out the porch swing and fell into it.

Sobbing into your hands, you had never felt so small, useless, ugly, and so much more.

“y/n? Are you okay? What happened?” - Joe

Flinching when you felt a hand on the top of your head, you pulled away from your own hands to look up at Joe.

He stood there looking scared for what you were going to say, fearing the worst.

“The fans, Joe… they hate me.” - you

Joe almost felt his own heart shatter when he heard those words leave your lips. You were the woman he was in love with and this was all because of the people who call themselves his fans?

“Baby… don't pay attention to what they say. Any person who says negative things about you is no fan of mine. Look at me.” - Joe

Looking up at Joe, he cupped your jaw with his hand and rubbed over your cheek with his thumb.

“Don't read those comments and if you do, don't listen to what they say. They don't know you, they don’t know me, and they don't know us. I love you with every fiber of my being, please don't feel wary because of something someone else said...” - Joe

At that moment a little bit of security came back, but you still felt like total shit that was unworthy of how good of a man Joe was.

Joe had made a statement during a press conference the following day, addressing the hate and how much he detested it and resented anyone who spoke such words to be a fan of his.

He had promised you that things would change in a week, but a week later they hadn't. In fact, it got worse.

That's why you made the hardest decision of your life and decided to part ways from him.

It was the best for you and your well-being, as much as you loved Joe. You pondered and pondered this decision but knew it was the right one. There didn't seem to be a life that you could picture without Joe in it, but for now, you needed to be away.

Joe was at practice when you started packing your things up. You planned to be gone by the time he was home because you knew saying goodbye to him face-to-face would just make things harder.

That's why you froze in place when you heard the garage door open.

How was he home an hour before practice was supposed to even end?

You were finishing the goodbye letter when Joe walked into the kitchen through the door from the garage.

“Hey baby, the practice was so good that Zac cut it short.” - Joe

It broke your heart when you looked up to see his smiling face, knowing it was probably the last time you would see it.

“Hey…” - you moved your suitcases from out behind the kitchen counter

Joe’s smile dropped and he looked at you confused. His heart rate was getting increasingly fast and he was internally freaking out.

“What's that for?” - Joe

You couldn't choke out an answer and Joe asked another question.

“Going on a surprise trip?” - Joe nervously laughed

“No uhm… I'm going home.” - you

“Home? What do you mean? You are home.” - Joe

“I’m moving back in with my friend in Columbus. I can't take it anymore Joe. The backlash is too much… and I hate myself because of what they say.” - you

He stared blankly as he felt his stomach drop. This couldn't be happening.

“You're leav- leaving m-me?” - Joe

“I’m so sorry Joe. It wasn't you at all, you showed me what it was like to truly be loved. I just can't find myself staying in a relationship where I get constantly hated on just because I like a boy. Don't take it personally.” - you

“y/n… please don't leave. I love you. I love you more than anyone else that has ever been in my life. You mean more to me than anything in this world… I- I can't go on without you.” - Joe

By this point, you guys were both crying your eyes out.

“You have to learn how to Joe.” - you cried

“I don't want to learn! I want you!” - Joe

“Maybe there's a life where we work out… but it's not this one.” - you

Joe walked towards you, he thought you were going to reject him but you opened your arms. He cried into your neck and held you so tight, like if he let go you were going to disappear. Which in a way, was true.

“Don’t go. Please don't go. I can't live without you. I’m so sorry that being with me hurt you so much, but as much as I try to I can't control it.” - Joe

He was hiccuping and so close to hyperventilating that it scared you. You knew the breakup would hurt but you didn't think it would affect him this much.

“Breath, Joe. You're gonna hyperventilate.” - you

You held him and rubbed his back until his breathing slowed down, but his crying hadn't. Something about what he said resonated with you. He couldn't control what they said, as much as he tried to prevent it. It wasn't his fault. You knew that, but did you know it? Was leaving him really the best option?

Joe pulled away from my neck and looked at me with red puffy eyes.

“y/n… please don't give up on me.” - Joe

His eyes looked pleading. He was begging you.

“I’ll do anything. Tell me something and I’ll do it… please. Tell me something.” - Joe

“You don’t have to do anything.” - you

“Wh-what?” - Joe

“I change my mind. Leaving you isn't the best option. I can't run away from my problems, I have to face them.” - you

“And I'll face them with you. I'll always be right by your side y/n. You're it for me.” - Joe

“You’re it for me.” - you

He hugged me tight again before pulling away and taking hold of my suitcases.

“Fuck I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life. I thought I was going to pass out.” - Joe

“Sorry.” - you

“No, it's okay. But can you make it clear that you're staying because you want to, not just for my sake?” - Joe

“I’m staying because I want to. With you is where I want to be. I'm sorry I almost threw everything away over some stupid hate comments.” - you

“Baby they aren't stupid. Your feelings are important and I’m proud of you for putting your well-being first.” - Joe

You didn't know what to say so you just nodded.

Joe led you upstairs and put your suitcases back in the bedroom.

“Let's just take a warm bath and relax, sound okay?” - Joe

“Mhm.” - you

5 minutes later you both were submerged in warm water, you were sitting between Joe’s legs with your back to his chest as you laid your head on his shoulder.

Joe spread soft kisses on your shoulder blades, collarbones, and neck. This moment felt more intimate than it normally would since it felt like Joe was proving to you he was worth it.

“You are the strongest, loyal, beautiful, smart, humble, courageous, amazing woman. I'm so lucky to be your boyfriend.” - Joe

You hummed and nuzzled yourself into his neck.

“I love you, Joe.” - you

Joe was like a screwdriver. Unscrewing and uninstalling every negative word that had been drilled into your mind within the past week, one at a time. You were so lucky to have him in your tool belt.

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Authors note: first angsty imagine and I loved writing it! Shout out to the anons coming in clutch with the fun requests!!!

Request for this fic;

[b4b3tte]

KEN DATING YOU IN THE REAL WORLD!! <3

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Here are some Kenons of Ryan!Ken dating reader that is from the real world!

Contains of — How you and Ken met, How Ken is during a relationship, Love languages, And just basic “ girlfriend and boyfriend “ things

Pairing — Ryan!Gosling Ken X Fem!Reader

Note — bro I love this movie so much and I thought I would write for him!! After some Ken appreciation I’ll go back to writing for Wednesday and Rocky also guys REQUEST STUFF please keep me busy I’ll be updating my master list as well <3

Might be long sorry pookie

— MEETING

— let’s start off how you two met. You recently have moved to LA from Nevada to pursue your career of modeling, and of course you had no idea where anything is, you needed directions on where the nearest gas station is.

— the closest person near you was this attention-grabbing guy wearing a rather bold statement of an outfit, a black cowboy outfit with a pink bandanna tied around his neck, and oh before I forget a white cowboy hat 💀.

— people definitely don’t dress like that in Nevada but this is LA so this is probably normal you thought ( why?Idk ) so you asked the man

“ hi! Excuse me, do you know where the nearest gas station is, I just moved here so I’m not very familiar with the area! “

— Ken of course was very surprised, shocked,confused,happy and people might even say honored to be asked for DIRECTIONS by a women, it was a culture shock moment for him but was extremely happy to fulfill your question.

— big shocker, as handsome Ken was, he was no help, so you stop by the local police station for directions just to find him there again do you know why?no, but it worked out in your favor because I can say you two starting seeing each other more after that incident.

- you guys started seeing each other for a good month before he asked you out, I’m convinced he falls in love easily so it wasn’t long till he asked you if he can be your boyfriend and you best believe he was the happiest man on earth when you said yes

He was so hoping you weren’t like Barbie and just gonna friend zone him 😪

- ACTIONS

— now let’s get into how he behaves in a relationship, technically he was in one before you ( with Barbie ) but they never did girlfriend and boyfriend things and he didn’t felt or was treated like a boyfriend so to him, your guys relationship was his very first and was excited to make it your best one yet

- he is very new to this so excuse him if he is extremely clingy and overly affectionate with and towards you, you can say it’s just in his nature ( bro is literally a accessory Mattel’s words not mine )

- as for love languages he doesn’t really know much about them, he considers those love languages as just normal girlfriend and boyfriend things but when you tell him about it then he’ll understand it’s just a preferred way of showing love

- personally I think he will be big on public display of affection, he would love holding your hand, kissing you, hugging you and would have no shame in doing so, he will be slighty disappiointed ( more like insecure) if YOU aren’t big on PDA as he is

- but if you are he will just be off the roof just excited that your as happy to touch him and he is to touch you. But it wasn’t always this easy, he was honestly kinda nervous to even touch you, being rejected so many times he didn’t want to expect the same treatment or make you uncomfortable

- how you two starting showing more physical intimacy it was during your first “ sleepover “ you guys were having a wonderful time but it finally came down to you guys sleeping, and of course the sleeping arrangements were you two in the same bed

- when you two laid down you guys were just sticks not moving or anything it was intensely awkward, it took you to make a move and hold his hand, obviously his cheeks turned into a light pink tint and looked at you instantly with love in his eyes

— it was an amazing feeling for him but he wanted more, he wanted to have you against his chest holding onto him, like hugging but he didn’t know the term in the real world it was just hugging to him

“ can I hug you? while laying down? “

— you obviously smile at the hugging part but you wanted nothing more than the same thing so you move much closer to him and hug him very tightly and say

“ this is what cuddling is “

— every since that day you guys were physically affectionate with each other and enjoyed every single minute of it, now Ken tries to hug, kiss and touch you everywhere now that you guys started getting more intimate ( wholesomely )

- while he is looking for a job he probably is a house husband for awhile, so before you go to work ken will probably write you sweet notes and put it in your lunch box or on the fridge, wherever he knows you’ll be able to read it

— LOVE LANGUAGES

physical touch

— as we establish he adores physical touch and he will always try to be in contact with you physically, he just loves the way your guys skin feel with each other and the emotional connection between you guys, it is something he will never ever get over

— Especially kisses. Wether it’s pecks on the lips or full blown passionate making out it makes him feel like on another world and extremely happy. While cuddling makes him feel soft, and comfortable and Just really relaxed within your vibe and touch

— one thing he does ( I’m not sure if it’s creepy or romantic ) is once you’ve fallen asleep he will just stare at you and move strands of hair out of your face just admiring you and wondering how lucky he is to be your Ken

Words of affirmations

— other than physical touch, I think words of affirmations is the way he likes being shown love, being shown praise is something that makes him feel delighted ( horny ) and overall important towards you, wether it’s a compliment or a genuine message you tell him, he will love and hold it dearly to his heart

— he would definitely verbally express his love for you, a lots of “i love you“ “you are so gorgeous“ “you are amazing“ “ you are doing a wonderful job “ and so much more, i believe he just wants you to know you are amazing and that he will always appreciate you

“ i love you y/n you are the best thing that has every happened to me and you’ve made me feel enough and important and I love you for that and you are like so cool “

— the first time you said I love you or something along the lines of that, bro literally gasps and is in shock because he never expected a you to say that to someone like him and it definitely has made his day ( more like his life )

Gift giving

— i think these would be the last on this list, when he does get a job, he would probably just buy anything horse related but knowing how obsessive he is, he is definitely a good listener and would know whenever you want or need something and definitely buy it in a heart beat

— but on rare occasions when you guys are out somewhere he will see small things like a leaf or a coin and literally give it to you because it either represents a feature of yours or just reminds you of him in some weird romantic way

— on the other hand he would love JUST LOVE and deeply cherish every single gift or thing you give him, no matter if you bought it, stole it, made it, found it he will love it, honestly he will love anything you even touch

— probably after your work or his work, he will buy you a little something and some flowers just to see a smile on your face, seeing you happy is the only thing that matters to him and will keeping doing anything to make or see you smile

Quality time

— i dont think he will view this as an act of love but just something you do on a daily, just being next to each other or just being in the same house makes him comfortable knowing you are just there with him

— however anytime you guys are doing something like sleepover activities he will love it, and make him feel appreciated knowing you want to do these things with him instead of your friends

— but if it’s simpler things like getting food,walking around,going to the mall he wouldn’t necessarily think to much on it during the moment but at night he will definitely look back at those wonderful times between you two and truly value the time you guys spend together

— DATES

— dates will definitely be something special between you guys even thought they are probably the average dates you see in the movies it is still cute and memorable for Ken since he hasn’t been able to experience something like that in Barbieland

- the dates with include some movie dates, getting ice cream or frozen yogurt, walking together to go get lunch, beach dates he will absolutely die seeing you in a bathing suit, going to the park to feed ducks, or just cuddling in bed watching movies

- as obviously as this is i probably still have to state this, his favorite date will definitely be anything beach related he loves the sun, playing volleyball, surfing, building sand castles seeing how the beach world is in the real world he does get slightly obsessed with it for awhile and is the only place he wants to be at for the summer

- but he will definitely listen to you and what dates YOU enjoy, he wants to make you happy and would want to do anything to maintain that happiness so he will go do activities that interest you or make you excited even if it isn’t his cup of tea, just as long he can go surfing after hehehe his rules not mine

— LAST ONE. PET NAMES

— for the first ones it is plain and simple, the obvious babe and baby, he will use both but I think he will use babe the most, it’s simple it’s casual just an everyday thing he can use but when he wakes up all tired and sleepy he will use

“ hmm good morning baby “

— when he discovers any pet names in any other languages that sound remotely cool and romantic to him be will throw them at you 24/7, like Mi Amor or Hermosa, it will take awhile for him to go back to babe and baby

— when you use pet names on him it will drive him absolutely insane, just hearing those words come out of your mouth makes him all giggly and excited but he will want to remind chill and cool about it but most of the time doesn’t succeed

— he loves the nicknames handsome, baby, and my love but when he hears how you refer him to other people he just goes into a state of shock he will fall face first when he hears you refer him as “ my man “ towards other people he just goes like “ AAAAAAA”

- he loves calling you pet names and he loves hearing you call him pet names it is and will always be the highlight of his morning,evening and night and he still gets giggly about it no Mather how many times you call him that

I Hope you guys enjoy this!!! I hope this wasn’t as cringe or bad grammar I really tried my best to get this Ken character down to a T so I really pray this suits him as a character and that it reminds you of Ken and that you enjoy! Let me know if i should make a part two or any other new topics or prompts for Ken, put it in my request box 🫶

[zabala0z]

TMA S3 FINALE (and me screaming)

I don’t know where to start. Maybe the fact that everyone I like in this podcast always dies? Yeah I’ll start there. What the fuck guys. What. Like. What?????

I’m not going into my usual format but holy shit. MAG 119 was like motion sickness but for my ears. The music. I hated it so much. That organ. Tim. Tim. I knew he raised too many death flags, Jesus. Like I’m happy and all for him but GOD NO. AND DAISY??? Though when she started attacking the shit out of Breekon and Hope, I did internally cheer her on. The fact they tried to act as Basira made me wanna scream. Now that I think about it, was Daisy being influenced by one of the entities?? Like The Slaughter?

Basira is so much stronger than me. Like genuinely, I think she got bumped up a couple places just by her sheer logic during 119 and I am so impressed 💀 so much so, I’m wondering if she had like any internal help, y’know??

Orsinov is like one of the most horrifying sounding characters here. The moment she put on Gertrude’s and Leitners voice, I shrieked. Something about the sing-song voice, the way she inflects certain words makes my head spin. Like Michael.

Little backtracking, Martins situation with his mom is like devastating. And the moment Elias started speaking, I knew he was gonna pull out some traumatizing shitty news to give Martin, I hate him.

Fast forwarding: Jon’s dreams

Okay. So. Jon I guess is in some sort of coma and man are his dreams fucked up.

All the people that appeared in there were the people who gave physical statements. Not super hard to figure out but we had Dr Lionel Elliott, Tessa Winters, then Daisy but obviously she’s not there (DAISY 😭), Karolina Górka, Jordan Kennedy, I think the melted woman refers to Jude Perry, the hunters (Julia and Trevor), Naomi Herne and then the pitying figure. The only woman I would think would fit this vague description is Sasha because of course it’s vague, he doesn’t remember her and I’m going to sob.

Bit scared on what Jon is turning into. Whatever it is, it’s not anything good. He’s watching a lot and I guess he’s watching other people’s dreams- or nightmares- and just….watching??? I’d be terrified.

Elias got arrested. Love it. Though, “Be seeing you” I HATE YOU. 🫵🏻

Would be happy but god damn PETER LUKAS has replaced him and I don’t know if that’s worse or better because we at least know Elias’s actions and his limits. We don’t know much on Peter and I don’t like him at all. At least he’s giving them paid leave. And a counselor. I personally need a counselor for this WHOLE SEASON.

When people told me “good luck” when I started getting into TMA, I laughed it off. I should’ve taken it more seriously because I have never felt more distinct and unpredictable emotions than listening to this podcast. I think that’s all my thoughts. Mostly I’m just uhh dying here. I hate everyone and this podcast and I’ll be listening to the beginning of Season 4 tomorrow!

Again, thank you to everyone who has been following my mini rants and crappy theories. Remember when I thought Gertrude was living in the tunnels??? But seriously, thanks to anyone who has been like fully reading through my posts. School has been wack and the people, and just the podcast as a whole has been making my time less stressful 💀 anyways that’s too emotionally vulnerable so thank you!!!

[elainsgirl]

Saw a tiktok that said “I’m highly convinced book 6 is going to be about the spring court. It’s Elaine’s turn for a book (and we all know she’s a Spring). The “night court” editions are signifying the end of that part of the series. We are moving into spring. Tam tam might get a redemption. We might find out a certain someone is LUCIENS DAUGHTER.” … This had 24K likes😐

With comments like “I need an Elucien Calanmai scene so his last memory is not of Ianthe” (seriously? so it’s Elain’s job to replace Lucien’s trauma?), “I lowkey hope tamlin and Elain end up together and we never hear about the spring court again 😂” (fuck you actually lmao) and “the last crescent city book set up the next acotar as being another Nesta book! I dont think we've seen it all from Nesta yet”. Not to be dramatic but I would legit swear off SJM forever if I have to read ANOTHER Nesta book before getting Elain’s. I can’t deal with another Nesta story. After Elain’s book, if there’s still another ACOTAR book happening, I want it to be Feyre’s pov again. Or a multi pov. But please not another 600-800 pages of Nesta’s pov. I find her bitterness genuinely exhausting.

But anyway like… how did I end up in enemy territory??😭 Everyday I’m genuinely shocked by people’s reading comprehension. If SJM really goes in these directions, focusing on spring court of all places, after all the foreshadowing of Elain and the prison and her being a seer (which how on earth would that work in spring? who would train her? seriously people🙄), as well as the heavy elriel foreshadowing, then she’s a bad writer. Sorry lmao.

And how are those the main comments? I only saw one rational person telling OP it makes no sense to connect Elain to the spring court just because she likes flowers and gardening and that Feyre herself said Elain likes the night court. The rest of the comments though… YIKES. And I’m filled with such exasperation and the intense need to take each person by their shoulders and shake them. But I don’t wanna get involved in unnecessary fights on tiktok so I just scrolled passed. But I needed to show you how bad it is out there💀

”But I needed to show you how bad it is out there💀” … listen yeah, I haven’t been on tiktok for over a month. My last video was on March the 31st, but idk why today I decided that I wanted to become active again and start posting with the same schedule as last time only problem is the fact that, since I was so inactive for a long period of time - I cant just post videos as they enter review and shadowban, annoying but fine I get it. So basically, I have to start interacting with my fyp again to show the algorithm that im now once again active - so Im here scrolling on the fyp and 5 minutes in, I get a “the NC is so toxic Nesta needs to leave” video, then I get a “Rhys is a manipulator amd terrible partner to Feyre” and finally - I get this pro elucien video where the first slide is Azriels quote, “Lucien doesn’t deserve her” “i can defeat him with little effort” and the next slide was a fanart of Lucien in full on day court battle gear and it said “unleash” something. It had 5k likes and scared asf for my bp, I open the comments. My first stupid mistake. And my god. I had this epiphany as to why I quit tiktok for a while in the first place - the comments were jst filled with hateful arrogance. “Az being afriad of fire and expecting to go against someone w fire” - like, maybe I forgot but when is it confirmed Az doesnt like fire? At the HL’s meeting, didnt he do something with berons flames? Idk. But moving on, they where just makimg fun of Az saying he couldn’t defeat Lucien and want to know what they were using to prove their statement? The fact he calmed Cassian down…they’re rlly out here comparing Cass who doesnt have magic to Azriel whose quite literally compared to Rhys, THE most powerful HL AND the same shadowsinger who went up against Eris and had to be pulled back by Feyre. And whats rlly hilarious is that…he calmed Cass down w a flame in his eyes, it was his autumn power coming to the front - not day yet Lucien mom boys have convinced themselves Lucien will be this powerful day court icon and warrior when he was called Lord of FIRE - a nod to Autumn. Not Day. And after that I considered myself irritated enought that I just went through my mutuals videos which were obviously pro elriel 🙂‍↔️ and that made me feel better.

So I fully understand how terrible it is on tiktok, I literally understand the feeling of irritation and exasperation when reading those comments and seeing those videos. The urge to reply back to them all and shake some good ol canon into their heads but deciding to be peaceful instead because you dont have time or even the energy going back and forth with people that have such a twisted view of canon. I cannot even begin to explain the amount of times I received or even read comments that made me want to bang my head against a wall. I genuinely think that would be less painful. Bright side tho - that video inspired some new content for me to make 😌

Back to the spring video- atp its just insulting Sjm. Like. Come on. She is going to write a better story for Elain then her going to live in Spring with her sisters ex…a character Mass doesn’t even like and why on earth would Lucien be there after what Tamlin did to him? You know that HC of elucien doing it on calanmai gives the same energy as elucien’s romantacising Lucien saying he is a mated male now line…as if the poor guy wasn’t using it as a way to not get SA…I know eluciens dont hve enough pro elucien content but that always makes me cringe.

I highly doubt Mass wants to write about Spring, that woman is fully obsessed with the NC as she should be especially considering HOFAS further leans into the NC so A5 will obviously take place there. For the love of God, I cannot torture myself with another Nesta book. I loved liked tolerated reading acosf because the knowledge of elains book being next made it easier…if I had to wait 4 years for another Nesta book I think I’ll actually cry and just give up with Mass all together. It is bad writing because all the signs in acosf and even both bonuses hint to elains book being next + Mass literally said its one couple per book and I dont see why she’d lie or change her mind about it. It does make her a fickle, untrustworthy author + a bad writer for leaving all those elain/elriel foreshadowings and scenes when she could have focused on Gwynriel/Elucien instead.

Tiktok rlly does shock you with peoples reading comprehensions, but some people do it just for the shock factor so they can gain more views and interaction. You’re telling me, im in enemy territory too 😭 I cant even click disinterested because it ruins the feed I spent 2 years crafting. I went on tiktok this morning about 9 am and it’s currently 2am as im writing this and I have not been on TikTok since. I just cannot deal with seeing anti bs and the worst part is I liked every elriel post I came across from my mutuals so now im just waiting for them to make new elriel content as motivation to enter that pool of hell again. This is why I cannot take antis seriously when they claim to be the minority. You open up any shiprelated video and its 90% just antis stating the wrong opinions and yes in aware, opinions cant be wrong. Yet somehow they manage to do it.

Hopefully we leave enemy territory together soon anon 🫂

[caninerat]

9pm, having my first meal of the day which is mystery soup leftover by my parents on the stove (what is blud yapping about) and it's time...for Kamen Rider Drive

right off the bat...did NOT expect this setting LMAO interesting start 🤔

THE CUT FROM DEATH AND TRAUMA TO TOY CARS LMAO (this is how I'm explaining it to my friends)

Is the purple car connected to Chase.. (the only character I know,, there's also Heart that Adri mentioned but idk much about him other than him being a great character)

OH OH I KNOW THERE'S A LOVE TRIANGLE (angle..?) TYPE OF SITUATION WITH THESE TWO AND CHASE (I've seen that singular clip of Chase about to confess but then seeing ...uhhhhhhhhh,,,Shinnosuke....???????? (I don't remember the name sorry) and going to discuss it with him and the scene having RIDICULOUS editing /vpos (the car noises cutting to the angelic noises bit was PEAK humour)

PURPLE GUYYY (Chase) HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also this song is a vibe. I like it 👍

OHMYGOD THIS FRAME IS FROM THE OPENING????????????????????????????????? I'VE HAD IT SAVED AS A MEME FOR MONTHS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH WAIT THE MEME HAS A WHEELCHAIR I FORGOT ABOUT THAT 😭😭

I remember before I watched W I thought that was Accel....

OH IT IS SHINNOSUKE!!! yippee for my goldfish memory....wait I just realised they're police officers (don't ask why I didn't process this during the opening 💀💀💀💀 I may be stupid /lh)

😭The driver is my favourite character so far.

Doctor Who the crimson horror????

😭 oops I got distracted cause June told me there was an Ichijo insert song (from Kuuga) and I ran to check that out...it was peak btw, that song will be playing on loop for at least the next couple of days.

this makes me thinking that meme was Accel funnier in my head.

Oh that fight theme is NICE I'm gonna look it up after this ep...

Also disregard my purple car statement earlier in the post LMAOO 🙏 I thought each car would be used by one person as the henshin device/gimmick or smth 😭

ALSO...Spike MLP BUT SHADOW ....LIKE FROM KABUTO????????? YAGURUMA?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Ok anyway back to Drive (oufsdgfksdgkjfsdhjfgdskjhgfjds Yaguruma........................fdsfsdgfjdsgjkhafgkgfkjhdsgfjsdgjfhksdglfdsglfgdskjhfgdsjkhfgsdkjfgsdjhgfsdjkhgfsdjhkgfsjkdhfjhsd missing her every day)

KUUGA??!?!?!??!?!?! (I just finished Kuuga today can you tell.....it was so peak btw!!!! PEAAAAAK I loved that season dearly <3 such a comforting series)

HE'S SO CUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE <3

...??? I was gonna search up the Drive fighting theme but got distracted, ended up infodumping my friend about Yaguruma, and am somehow doodling her again while listening to a Hidenori Tokuyama song..how did I get here 😭 just had a moment of clarity lmaooo- STOP WHY DID I COME BACK TO THIS HAVING INFODUMPED ABOUT KUUGA NOW 💀💀💀 Ok. it's 11 pm...episode 2 time (bro can't watch shows normally)

WHAT??????????????????????????????????????? damn. I thought he had always been a belt I'm sorry 😔

OH HE'S ALIVE LMAO

why is he talking to me /lh

cunty ahh

Also slowdown is giving clock up /lh similar effects but...less?

I need to transcribe what just went down between me and my friends cause I joined vc like 4 mins before I finished the ep

Me: CHASE CHASE CHASE CHASE CHASE CHASE A: like from Jojo? Me: YES!!!!!! no actually this is the har har har har har har har har har har from Kamen R- A: wtf are you talking about Me: THE PURPLE GUY!!!! The purple guy from Kamen Rider *sends the image* MICHAEL!!! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!! MICHAEL !!! MICHAEEEL W: That's the Prowler

😭😭idk what just happened tbh that was very ????????

I FINALLY FINISHED THE EPISODE ASJFDGSJHKFSD this was fun btw idk why my brain lost track of everything

[mrhowells]

Smallville 5x06

"How you ever had a crush on Richie Cunningham, I will never understand."

I'm actually so easy to please

"And Lois... *laughs* I'd do anything to get rid of Lois."

but thinking about how annoying she is makes him laugh, soooooo... she's a good influence, I rest my case😌😌

Jonathan knows too, like-

Chloe & Lois as an investigative duo are actually really fun

Lex really lives in Jonathan's head rent free💀💀

ohmygoooooddd

MOTHER.

"She's here to dance."

Chloe really threw Lois under the bus like that I'm cryingsjakjsha

the struggle is real💀

SOOOOO let's see if Jonathan actually apologizes when it turns out Lex didn't do anything

CLARKFNKLJFDISLYS

COVER YOUR EYES SWEET SUMMER CHILD

Lois x bisexual lighting I LIVEEEE

they did that for me😭😌

"I'll have a coke😇" ... "S- straight up, on the rocks.😤"

JAkhsshfdlskaBOOBOO WHAT ARE YOU-

I just choked on my ice cream

LMAOOOOOO bless his heart

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL PART 2 I'M CRYINDHSGFJFKD

I'm really not ready for what's about to go down here😭😭

🎶DON'T YOU WISH YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS HOT LIKEEE MEEEEEEE🎶

Someone needs to go to jail for that music choice💀💀

TOM WELLING YOUR FACE JOURNEYS. LET ME SAY THANK YOU KING🙇‍♀️

this is history in the making. absolutely iconic.

🎶DON'T YOU WISH YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS WRONG LIKE MEEEEEE🎶🎶

i do wish she was my girlfriend actually they're so right

aaand she's getting into it

ON MY FUCKING KNEES FOR HER MA'AM YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE PLEASEEEE

he's kind of giving me:

PLEASEWSWKRJWOPQP

EVERY SINGLE FRAME OF THIS IS SO FUCKING ICONIC LIKE WHAT DO I EVEN SAY??

it's okay bb, we're all looking respectfully right now

💀💀💀THE STRUGGLE IS REAL PT.3

SOMEONE PLEASE HELP THIS BEAN

kshadjwka his fight or flight is kicking in😭😭

"What are you doing here?" "What are YOU doing here?"

story of their life fr

the struggle has never been more real, pray for Clark💀

.

they did that.

smallville writers really did that.

legend behaviour if you ask me

i would like to take this moment and say thank you.

"I've never been in a position where people look up to me."

This is such a silly statement, Jonathan is literally the person Clark looks up to the most. His bigger personality flaws clearly come from Jonathan's influence💀 (not to say he didn't also learn a lot of good traits from him -he absolutely did- but you know)

I'm really curious what Lex's (and Jonathan's) politics are actually, don't be shy writers tell me👀

SIR I NEED YOU TO STEP AWAY FROM MY WIFE IMMEDIATELY

creepy mf

"Hey 007. Nice of you to show up." "I'll start assuming that means thank you?"

giggling kicking my feet

"I can't touch him." "Well, I can."

I'VE SAID IT BEFORE AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN, MOTHERRRR

pls his face😭

he knows he could never be as cool as her

THIS SHOT MAKES ME FERAL

my parents🥹

(listen the shit i went through to upload this last picture tho, i hit the upload limit and had to delete stuff, then i accidentally deleted the whole post for a second🤡 my whole life flashed before my eyes💀💀)

Lex talking about a guy falling in love with his best friend's wife uh oh, no thank youuuuu😬😬

He was making a good point though.

"The thing I always try to remember is, no matter how much le lays on, he never expects more than he expects from himself."

Clark really grew up didn't he😭😭

"What are you doing, you just moved back in."

from the guy who said "I'd do anything to get of Lois." at the beginning of the episode, what in the clownery🤡🤡

All men do is lie.

she's such a menace, I LOVE HER😭😭

AND HE CAN'T STAY MAD AT HER LOOK AT HIS FACEEEEE

they're secret bffs your honor😭

I LOVE THEMMM IT'S ACTUALLY SO SERIOUS

"And you didn't have to come after me but you always do. So I wanted to say thank you. You're a really good friend."

GOING INSANE ON THIS SATURDAY NIGHT

CUT IT OUT YOU ASSHOLES I'M TRYING TO STAY NORMAL UNTIL SEASON 8 QUIT EYE FUCKINGZFGDUWEOAK

well. stay normal challenge failed again but that's exactly how i thought this would go, sooo

Question for the people: should i even tag Lex in posts like this? I don't think twice about tagging characters like Jonathan because I don't expect fans to look through his tag for him specifically, but i know people do it with Lex and I feel bad at the thought of them having to scroll through me losing my mind over Clois with a few Lex mentions in between. Lex fans lemme know

[missdrummond]

album 78 reaction 4

What was Buck trying to set up about pickels? 🤣

"It's off the internet is has to be true" Oof! You're not Wyatt Perkins please don't

Oh come on! If these losers think any less of him because of this I will personally fight these kids in hand to hand combat.

"Impersonating a police officer" well now I need that story!

"I only kidnapped my mom" 💀. Also wouldn't he have been an accessory to that kidnapping?

What was he supposed to say? Hi I'm Buck, football player, recently released from juvie, and I play guitar!

Ya'll this is the Christian group! 😭 My heart!

These are adult women! Like yeah I get it's awkward when you find out a kid is on parol and protect your kids and all that but ostracization isn't the answer!

No! No, you don't hate it! This actress is laying on the false support thick. Also not to stereotype, but like they started it, Buck was a teen foster kid! You don't wind up in the foster care system because you had stellar parents and often that means you're record (whether that be legal or just social) isn't squeaky clean.

She's his mom not him!

Yeah and she needs support! Also taking a jab at her husband being out of town hurts. The undertones of that statement!

I have to keep pause every two seconds just to seethe at this woman.

Ok the car thing was at the very most a year ago. Probably not even that long ago but still.

You know I didn't say anything last episode because that last time I had a bad feeling about a church the writers went in a completely different direction saying actually no Mr. Mega Church pastor is great and cool, but yeah there's a reason I kept specifying "if they're chill"

Thank you, coach!

Yeah, and you know who turned against his teammate and started a fight YOUR son lady

What's with all these 8 year old who think crime is cool? First Camila now this kid? 🤣

Buck quoting the Bible?

Buck quoting the Bible without knowing?

I HATE Marla!

Kid! Kid! Please Please please tell your parents about the lovely life advice Buck just gave you and NOT about hot wiring cars. Ah who am I kidding this kid was way too psyched about hot wiring

"Even murders volunteer at the library" what a phrase

We're you just badgering him about this at the football game? Why suddenly the change of tune?

Ah it's because coach set him straight.

Im only 16 mins in 💀

You know what Marla? Where is your husband? Like genuinely is your family ok. I understand this character assassination isn't really about Buck but if you don't talk about this all you'll do wruin a kid's second chance at life and potential cause a rift between you and your son.

Oh kid you're making this so much worse

Katrina I love your optimism but I know Kathy's just about to rip my heart out.

Coach is the the MVP of this episode this suspicion is unfortunately warranted

I HATE the way Marla talks!

Can we verify this with the Pizza world security cameras? Also is Pizza World associated with Burger World?

"I'll take the blame" is a very diplomatic confession.

Really good Chris wrap up.

Conclusion: Marla better have a pretty good sob story in the next episode. Also maybe more Christians should interact with excons and/or incarcerated people.

[fluidjj]

💀𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓓𝓪𝔂 4👻 | 💅𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓣𝓸𝓮𝓼💅

💅𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓣𝓸𝓮𝓼💅

Female Bottom Reader x Jasper

🎹 𝓙𝓪𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓼 🎹

Synopsis: A very touchy boyfriend turns an innocent spa day into something more.

Kinks: Foot fetish, footjobs, foot massage, pedicure, cum on feet, scientific words and dirty words to refer to certain body parts, cum play (cum as lotion), spit

a/n: Fourth day! I see you guys really like Morph and I’m loving it! Now this one is actually short.

Word count: 1.7k

💀𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 ‘24 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽👻

MDNI 18+

A typical Saturday night consisted of binging shows and movies with your boyfriend Jasper. If bored enough the movie may be paired with popcorn, takeout, a quick card or board game or a classic cuddle. Tonight, your boyfriend sweetly decided to give you a foot massage, especially when it came to your more than stressful Friday afternoon at work. Jasper was always thoughtful in that way, listening to your rants and finding a solution to help you relax. You both knew you could find one yourself but his attention to detail was always appreciated.

He’d spent all of Saturday pampering you, making your favorite breakfast and dinner, watching your favorite shows and movies, and most importantly, getting to curl up together on the couch for hours.

You both sat facing each other on the couch, your feet in his lap and your backs to the arms of the couch. Your eyes flitted between the TV and his hands working on your foot. Your left foot was on his right knee, the nail polish he had carefully applied being left to dry. Your right foot was carefully cradled in his left hand while his right applied the top coat over the color you had chosen. It was nice to be pampered and not waste a ton of money to get it professionally done. Jasper couldn’t do designs but he had gotten a lot better at painting without creating any lumps or streaks.

“How’s that?” Jasper released your foot, your head turning and your toes flexing to see the job he’d done. It was nothing outstanding but it was special that he even wanted to do something like that for you.

“Looks amazing like always, baby.” You sat up, carefully adjusting your feet to lean over and give him a gentle kiss. He was beaming from that alone, closing the polishes and setting them aside on the side table. “Should hire you as my personal nail tech.” You rested your feet back against his lap to allow them to dry without the mistake of smudging them.

“Don’t even have to pay me, getting to spoil you is payment enough.” Jasper was just sweet like that, he liked doing the little things for you, even if it was as simple as throwing your towels in the dryer for when you stepped out of the shower.

“You’re so cheesy baby.” You giggled, cheeks flushed from the embarrassment. You could never get over the sweet talk and sly touches he gave you.

“You like it.” Jasper leaned over to pump a few squirts of lotion into his palm. He rubbed his hand together before starting a slow massage on your left foot. He stroked against your ankles first, your eyes fluttering shut from the sensation. 

You sighed softly, nodding to his statement. You did, a lot, more than you could even admit to him. He worked his hands down, massaging and pressing at the arch of your foot. His hands worked like magic, pressing hard where necessary and stroking to soothe.

You were zoned into the TV while he massaged, and when your toes had dried on your right foot, he massaged that too. You felt like your body was sinking into the couch beneath you. Eyes closing more than it was watching the screen. Jasper didn’t comment on it, smiling to himself as you finally got the relaxation that you needed.

Minutes passed, the TV droning on in the background and a drowsiness settling over your form. It was exactly what you needed, peaceful and warm. Your eyes opened when a commercial began to ring out, loud and obnoxious and pulling you from the edge of sleep.

You gave Jasper a sleepy smile, “Thank you baby, always know how to cheer me up.” Jasper looked back at you, green eyes alight with adoration. Watching you be so soft with him made his heart swell.

“Never have to thank me.” He gave your foot a gentle squeeze before releasing it to rest on his lap again.

“Of course I do.” You fully moved to face him again, stretching your feet on his lap, your smile less sleepy now that consciousness had completely returned. You hummed softly in thought, watching as your toes flexed on his lap. It didn’t take long at all to get the idea, the sole of your foot rubbing against the bulge in his sweats.

Jasper ignored it the first time, but the second time when you pressed harder had gotten his attention. He knew then that it wasn’t an accident. “What are you thinking up over there?” Jasper grunted softly when you pressed your foot down against his bulge more firmly.

“Want you to get a goooood look at the work you did.” Your eyes jumped up to meet his, the sole of your foot stroking along his bulge more firmly. He was still soft but slowly filling out from the repetitive movements and pressure applied. “Your turn to lay back.”

Jasper could see the glimmer of excitement in your eyes, and he trusted you, so he laid back, allowing you full access to him. Your smile was mischievous more than anything, that pretty brain working a mile a minute as you formulated your plan. 

You sat up, reaching to help him out of his sweats just to make things easier. You set them aside carelessly, resting back again with your feet returning to his lap. One less layer of clothing made it easier for him to feel you. The warmth of your feet was felt even through his boxers, your foot massaging back over him had his head tilting back.

It was a slow build of pleasure, his hips bucking at times to get that desired pressure. His length twitched beneath the sole of your foot, growing firm to the point that it was visible through his boxers. Your pretty toes flexed, pressing firm against him, lightly squeezing him beneath your toes before you withdrew.

Your left foot slipped carefully into the right leg of his boxers, your right still stroking along the top of him. A groan slipped from his full lips when his tip came to rest between your big and second toe. He was throbbing, your foot moving slightly just to massage beneath his frenulum. You flexed your toes against his tip, squeezing gently on it and pressing your right foot down to grind against the rest of his length.

His eyes watched eagerly as your pretty painted toes pressed against him. The bulge of your foot in his boxers was enough to have warm precum spraying over the top of your foot, a few drops landing on your toes. Jasper reached a hand down, pulling the leg of his boxers up to his hip to reveal his length and your feet working on him.

Jasper bit his lip from the sight, pearlescent precum drying on your foot, your top coat shining in the low light. With your feet free, you shifted your left foot, wiping his precum onto his length for lube. Both feet came to rest his length between their soles, finally having enough room to stroke his length between them. 

Jasper pursed his lips, leaning over to spit on his length, helping to create more lubricant for your movements. Your feet squeezed him, moving in small circles to massage his leaking tip, precum dribbling onto the soles of your feet and between your toes, spraying against your nail polish. 

“Mmm.” Jasper moaned, hips picking up from the couch to thrust into your feet, soft noises of spit and precum sounding from your feet working him. “They do look pretty…” Jasper spoke out between moans and pants, eyes closing and hips continuously bucking to chase the forming orgasm.

He liked this more than he thought he would, getting to revel in the pedicure he’d given you, how pretty it looked and how it looked even better around his cock. His hands came down, holding your feet and keeping them pressed firmly against him for better friction.

“Yeah? Think they’ll look as pretty with your cum on them?” You grinned, knowing exactly what you were doing, spurring him on. His hips stuttered at that before he found his pace again, his tip pressing in and out between your soles, precum dribbling back down onto his lap.

“Definitely.” He bit his lip, brows pinched in focus as he shook his blonde waves from his face. He was panting now, balls clenching close to his body as he grew closer. You knew the look well, how focused he got when he was going to cum, he’d grow quiet, tense, and desperate to cum.

“Gonna…gonna test it out.” Jasper moaned, starting to shift. He got up to kneel on the couch, keeping your feet against him. It was a better angle for him to thrust at, his precum now dripping onto your pants from how he moved your legs to bend at the knee, his body now hovering over yours. His eyes were burning into yours, desire and need obvious if it wasn’t for his firm grip on the tops of your feet.

Your hands reached up, pulling him down to kiss him softly, swallowing each moan and pant he let out. It was more than enough for him, his thrusts deepening, his tip poking from the other side of your feet before he was spraying cum onto your feet and your clothes with a drawn out moan. It excited you to think that he was able to bring himself to orgasm with your feet alone, with a bit of help from a kiss. But, the idea that he liked and was turned on by every part of you was a giant ego boost.

You pecked his lips softly, over and over as his breaths finally calmed down. His hands moved to release your feet, his length softening between your soles. He sighed softly, his hands cradling your feet instead, fingers stroking in the warm and sticky cum into your skin. Gentle massages over the soles and the top of your feet, down to your toes. 

“Thank you baby.” Jasper kissed you back, heart beating quickly in his chest as he came down. He pulled back, eyes looking over at your stained pants, spots of cum and precum seeping into the material. “Let me run a bath for you.” His bright smile returned and he was already on the move to get up and drag you along.

[dimlylittorch]

🌿also guys this might make me sound crazy but y’all already know i’m crazy so anyways- enjoy this long and low key insane story

this morning i got recommended this YouTube tarot card video that had just been posted with barely any views and i was like ‘eh i’ll save it for later’ but i saw that it was only 14 minutes long (13:29 but close enough) so i said okay fine i’ll watch it. (for context: i’ve never 100% believed in anything except for karma, but i’d say i find tarot to be the most realistic for some reason.) it was titled ‘meant to find you before april 22nd’ so it intrigued me.

So as I’m watching it I’m like, okay i like the vibes, the lady has a nice voice. And she starts the reading and the first card she pulls is to do with the number 14. the video is only 14 minutes long, that’s the reason i even watched it so that’s kind of funny. The next card she pulls is a 444 card. This really caught me off guard because 4 is my favorite number for some reason and it’s just always meant something to me. She started saying how a change would be coming around in my life, and how I’ve been trying to focus my intentions on certain things. In other words, i have been trying to be more practical. Which is 100% true. I’ve been trying to put more effort into school, look after myself more, I’m working on getting a gym membership, etc. ‘You’re on a spiritual journey’ which is also true because my friend has been telling me about manifestation and i decided to give it a try.

‘You feel at peace with where you’re at and you know you’re headed in the right direction.’ Well that hit the nail on the head. I’ve talked about it in the past, but i quit in person college and switched to online for various reasons. Sometimes it felt like a failure, but now that I’m living at home and doing school? It’s the best decision I’ve ever made. I just said a few days ago ‘I might feel stuck, but I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.’

‘It’s time to let go of what you no longer need.’ This definitely kind of hit me hard because just the other night my mom was upset with me because I had bought some more clothing. I already have plenty, and I’m really trying to be better with my spending (and I definitely have been.) This also goes along with being practical- I’ve really just been trying to get my life in order. I want all of my clothes organized, I want to be more proactive, etc. And this statement also resonated because not too long ago a few friends who really weren’t good for me left my life, and it is much better now that they’re gone. And just yesterday I went through my Snapchat and was like ‘I’m glad I unadded so many people, it feels nice just having the ones that care about me on here.’

‘Now is the time to get out into the world and connect in authentic ways.’ So I’ve always been incredibly authentic and genuine (low key bc of my AuDHD) but I still struggle with comparing myself to others. I’ve been taking steps to really just do what’s right for me, in terms of my health, my education, etc. ‘Maybe you want to connect with an audience and have people bond with the real you.’ Literally a week ago I bought a small microphone that attaches to my shirt so I could start a YouTube channel. That’s genuinely entirely based around me just being me. By now this video is half way through and I’m kind of sitting there in disbelief.

While I was watching this I was drinking a Diet Coke because I’ve been trying to be healthier, and I said out loud to myself in my empty house: ‘I can drink this carefree knowing it has zero calories-‘ and before I even finished my sentence this girl says ‘wow the devil card’💀 that was a sign for me to stop all soda ngl. ‘More bright and happy energy will be coming into your life’ def bc if im practical that means im taking my meds😭🙏 ‘A victory is coming your way/you will get justice for something’ this could be in reference to a lot of things bc low key i get wronged a lot😔 but we’ll see where it goes

‘More people who want to support you and are like you will come into your life’ I’ve reconnected with like multiple people from the past and it’s been awesome! And just today i got to see multiple people I haven’t seen in a while, all of them happy to see me :) ‘You trusted the journey, you trusted the process, and you’ll realize you are right where you’re supposed to be’ okay this is exactly what I’ve needed to hear for months.

‘April 22nd will welcome a new beginning’ ‘This could be like maybe a job opportunity.’ y’all. Y’ALL. I have not applied to any jobs in months. I haven’t been interested in jobs at all. I only wanted to work at one place- American Eagle. Everyone there is so nice and I love the vibes. I’ve applied before and I never heard anything. Today, six hours after this video was posted, I went there to pick up something and me and the manager ended up talking. He told me he was starting hiring next week, and that I should apply because he knows me (my friend worked there and recommended me) and he’d love to have me on board. Y’ALL. I wanted this job forever!! But I gave up on it. This is insane. Like literally insane.

and then as an added bonus, the main numbers for this reader were 2 and 4. While I was at American Eagle, I stopped to look in the clearance section. I saw two shirts I wanted, and after i subtracted the discount, they would’ve cost $22 each. Which makes $44. And right as I was about to get them, the manager stopped me and said ‘I can hold those in the back for you- they’re going even cheaper tomorrow!’ and that’s what started the entire conversation about the job.

Anyways. Moral of the story. This shit was insane. In a good way. I’m a believer in tarot like genuinely now🪐

if you read this far here’s a few pictures as a present:

go vote for Tuxedo Sam on the Sanrio character ranking :3

[dragonmasterhiccup]

(lol the poor guy needs a break 💀)

With an amusing idea coming to mind, she lifted her face a bit and started to repeatedly shrug her shoulders in an over exaggerating manner. "Cause then I'll start doing this!" She tried holding in her laughter, continuing the dramatic action with a small furrow of her brows, pretending to be serious.

Clearing her throat, Freya's eyes darted everywhere but on Hiccup. "Oh, y'know..uh...I just.." Fidgeting with her hands, she stared at her boots. "You...encouraged me is all...I guess...? I-I just...yeah..." Inwardly cringing at her feeble attempt to say her reasonings, she started to realize that her last word in any type of situation where she was stuttering, was always 'yeah.' She'd have to work on that.

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"...Never did I imagine that Blaze would be walking around with a splinter on.." She muttered, moreso to herself than anything.

His claim of being 'fine' didn't settle right in her. She knew something still had to be on his mind but there was also the hesitance keeping her back from getting a real answer out of him. There was always a line, a boundary that she predicted everyone had, and she didn't want to risk crossing it without his permission.

Feeling even more bad over the whole situation, Freya solemnly locked her focus on her boots as she remained trudging to her home. 'It shouldn't have been something to expect, though..' Her thoughts were paused when Hiccup spoke again, glimpsing at him with an expression that silently voiced out her guilt. 'You're not completely fine, stop it..' She was going to say, forcing herself not to. "If I don't, then--" Her gaze landed on a nearby torch instead, not finishing her original statement of: 'If I don't worry for you, then who will?'

Sighing, Freya steadily looked at him, talking firmly, and yet, also in sincere concern: "You seriously better take care of yourself, Hiccup. I mean it."

Blaze, sensing the atmosphere that wasn't so happy, nudged his rider, large golden eyes peering up at her affectionately. She felt the corner of her lips lift by his action, thankful for the Sand Wraith's ability to perceive when things weren't the most gladdening for her. Wanting to get off that topic, for the sake of bringing their spirits up, she swung her arms once more as she walked. "Well, now that I remember it, what did you and my dad talk about this morning?"

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After hearing what happened, all the while thinking to herself that there was something else not being said, she finally noticed her hut coming to view. Briefly frowning at the sight, she stopped at the foot of the steps, stalling their goodbyes. "...Sorry if he was, uh...harsh again..even in the morning.."

Taking a small step forward, she lightly poked his shoulder. "Don't forget what I told you. Don't ignore whatever might be bothering you.." She was one to talk. That's the first thing she'd always do herself.

Choosing to stare at the ground, Freya pondered on everything that transpired. "...Thank you..for all that you did today. You put up with a lot, I don't think you realize it enough.." Aiming to further brighten his mood, she muttered her next words sarcastically: "Looks like your stubbornness really does come in handy for the situations we went through.."

She was quiet for a moment, only to gently tug on the straps on his arm to bring him closer, allowing her forehead to rest on his shoulder in her own way of hugging him. Would she admit that there was still a side of her that was too shy to actually wrap her arms around him? Absolutely not. But that's what she was able to do for now. "Really, thank you... If it means anything, just know that..I see you. What you're capable of doing and..who you are as a person. I see it."

...'Did I say that right now?' Freya quickly lifted herself off Hiccup, face growing warm as she started to stumble back towards the steps that led to her hut. "S-so, yeah, uh...yeah--" 'Darn it, I did it again..' "I'll, uh, s-see you tomorrow? Okay, yeah, tomorrow...I should... really get inside, y'know, cause--" She nearly tripped over her feet, grateful for Blaze helping her stand properly. "Woops, uhm--"

Finally at the top of the stairs, she rigidly stood next to the entrance. "Goodnight, Hiccup!" She waved at him and Toothless, hastily opening and shutting the door for her and the Sand Wraith as they went inside.

She gathered her breath together, putting a hand over her chest to feel her heart pounding. What took over her to do and say such a thing, she had no clue...but at least he couldn't see her reddened face anymore.

Hiccup stared at her for a moment, before bursting into laughter, having to turn his face away for a minute. "What, is--is that supposed to be me? What--what's that thing you're doing with your shoulders? I don't move like that!" His point was void though, as he was doing exactly that while he spoke.

His eyes softened, and he felt a sudden warmth. He wasn't sure if it was when he took her hand, or the look they exchanged, but knowing he helped her meant more than he thought it would.

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"At least it's only for a day, right? Just wait until you see how happy he'll be when we help him take it off."

She didn't believe him, did she? Well, that makes both of them. He didn't really believe himself, either.

It was an interesting thing really, the way his mind worked. It was almost as if it compartmentalized things that happened to him, set aside to process at a later time. Usually because circumstances forced him to, moving from one thing to the next to stay alive.

This time...it was different. He could feel the heaviness, but it was almost as if there was a barrier between him and it. The thing that worried him though was how thin that barrier was. Because once it broke...it would all flood over him again.

One step at a time, that's all. He'll unpack this, one piece at a time, and work through it.

His brows furrowed, wondering what she was going to say, but didn't push for an answer, as she continued speaking again shortly.

Understanding the severity of her statement, he gave her a serious nod. "I will. I mean, I do, I just...I...I have some things I need to work on, for myself. I'll get there."

At her question, he paused, unsure of how to answer.

Ragnar had asked him not to tell her, but that was only to prevent her from stopping their talk. So...it should be okay to talk about it now, right?

"Uh...well, he--he just wanted to make sure I was good enough for you, that I wouldn't hurt you...keep you safe." He explained how Ragnar said she could take care of herself, but he still wanted Hiccup looking out for her.

He went on further to tell her of their discussion, right down to Ragnar's threats.

"...and that's why I should have expected him to react the way he did. He told me, this morning to keep you safe, and--and you weren't..."

Shrugging in response to her apology, he shook his head. "Isn't that just what dads do? I mean, I know my dad won't threaten you or anything, but, deep down? I know he just wants what's best for me."

Trying to suppress his growing grin, he replied, "I won't forget. And I won't ignore it. It might just take a little time to adjust, is all..."

Hiccup's eyes were on the ground, but quickly looked up at her when she spoke. Thinking back on their day, he wasn't sure what she meant. It wasn't just him that went through a lot, they both had. "Thank you, too...I was...well I'm not sure what I was, but...you brought me back to my senses. That's not easy, and you...you really helped me today."

Chuckling lightly, he nodded, "I suppose that's true then!"

As she tugged in the straps of his armour, he stepped closer, his green eyes watching her, wondering what she'll do next. He was pleasantly surprised to find she chose to rest her forehead on his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around her since she was so close now.

Her words made his eyes widen in surprise, then he could feel warmth creep up his neck, reaching his face, his ears burning a bit as well.

Once he could speak again, he managed to say, "You do? Freya, can I say something?" After a moment, he continued, "I'm really glad I crashed on that island, but I kind of wish it was sooner. I...I feel like I missed out on getting to know you all those years. You're pretty incredible, you know that?"

But then suddenly she was backing towards her door. Reaching a hand out to her, he let it drop, seeing that she was a bit flustered at the moment. "Yeah, I'd like to see you tomorrow..."

"Goodnight," he said, just before the door closed. He stayed there for a few minutes, a bit of a goofy look on his face.

Toothless leaned close to Hiccup, grunting loud enough to startle the future chief. "Hm? Oh, Toothless! Right, we should...we should get home..."

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The next day, he was able to return to the forge.

Just in time, too, because a lot of Vikings wanted to gift each other weapons for Snoggletog, and there was a long list of orders to fill.

Hiccup let himself get lost in his work, completely losing track of time as the day drew on.

Keeping his eyes on his work, his mind kept drifting to Freya, and all that happened the day before, his hammer falling a little harder as the intense moments flashed through his mind: Freya, free falling... Ragnar's anger... Finding his mother... The dagger, narrowly missing his head...

He hadn't slept well at all the night before, his mind racing too fast for him to rest. Hiccup ended up being awake half the night, designing a flight suit for Freya by candlelight.

Hiccup was so lost in his work and his thoughts, he didn't even hear anyone enter the forge.

[zabala0z]

TMA S3 makes me want to cry and like shake around the characters in a fun box. Anyways hi!!! I’m here like 5 mins later.

MAG 102:

“I’ve been trying to give you the information you need”

“Sure, when you’re not bashing its head in with a pipe” GAGGED.

I want to know what happened though with Helen and Jon???? Like did they talk, what did Jon do?? I need to know. Is Michael like fully dead? I guess he can’t die really. I can’t fully grasp the situation with Michael-Helen-The Spiral.

Anyways, I guess that’s why Not! Sasha was going to the wax museum. That’s where the Unknowing will happen. Cannot blame Melanie for trying to kill Elias again. I’d do it too. So, this French guy had like a pretty similiar situation to Jane Prentiss, with the whole “bugs love me and I love them, etc”. Crazy Gerard and Gertrude worked together??? The weirdest duo ever. Goth guy and old woman. I wanna know Gerard Keays deal. I need to hear his voice

Not much on MAG 103. Guess that’s why Gertrude went to New Zealand. Jon is cooking up a plan with Daisy and I’m praying it goes well. Another meat statement. Whatever the meat entity is, I want nothing to do with it. I also realized that when Leitner mentioned his assistant getting consumed by like a pile of meat, that’s like connected to MAG 18. Toby Carlisle. I’ll edit that post. (EDIT 9/2: I just realized when reading over MAG 58 that the cannibalistic guy is named Benjamin Carlisle. Jesus. This meat theme went through generations. Ill edit that post as well)

MAG 104: Sneak Preview

I hate this so much, I want to like give Tim a nice blanket. Everyone in this podcast needs a damn blanket.

The fact the theatre was destroyed by fire twice makes me think The Desolation had something to do with it cause y’know fire. The clown being Joseph Grimaldi is interesting. A real person being applied to the podcast, I think that’s cool. I mean bros dead it’s a free real estate. Also I’m a bit worried about Tim and his “mild” suicidal tendencies now.

Didn’t glean much from MAG 105 but a lot of death (of course, it’s about war) and like the undead. Xiaoling was sweet. Interesting the institute has a sister institute?? I hope they come up more

MAG 106: A Matter of Perspective

Oh hey, it’s the other guy from Personal Space! Apparently he didn’t have a better time than Carter Chilcot. Pretty sure this is another like The Vast statement y’know. The whole nihilism thing. I want to see Manuela’s story because it was said her fingers were burned, her eyes were red and she was withdrawn I believe so clearly something happened with her. No idea what was blocking the stars.

Elias. I swear, I swear I hate this man so much 😭 the fact Mealnies dad was in Ivy Meadows (MAG 36) is unlucky. Smoke inhalation would’ve been the better death. God I love Melanie like leave her alone Elias

Anyways! That’s all I got. I stopped taking my daily synopsis’s of every episode because school started up and while I love this podcast, I got things to do unfortunately 💀 so I’m just relying on my brain and my 10/10 memory.

[ill-corpses]

Some Thoughts on Saiki K(Anime)

Watched Saiki K recently

Hopefully will look at the manga soon and watch the dub

I don’t necessarily ship Saiki with anyone but it’s definitely implied that he likes or has some type of interest in Teruhashi

Again I’ve only watch the anime so I could be wrong but I kinda wish Teru started showing a bit more of her true personality and then maybe I would like the ship more

Kinda already know Aiura probably wasn’t even a contender and just seemed plopped in kinda wish she had more screen time and was more of a rival to Teru

It’s a gag anime so I actually don’t mind the tropes for once maybe it’s because it not a serious story if that makes any sense? Don’t get me wrong Teru brother and absolute vile freak💀 maybe it’s because I don’t see him often

I hate pervert tropes but I enjoyed this anime again I think it’s because it’s a gag anime that’s why

My only lil gripe is how dark skin / black characters are shown as per usual (I’m aware that Aiura is tan and a gyaru, I am also talking about the one black character in the background, always a damn jump scare , sucks honestly)

I also think Aiura should of also came to the realization of what Saiki type is and be true to herself if she’s intended to also be his love interest

Even though it’s obvious he and Teru would be together in the end I still kinda wish for more for my girl

(Also don’t really get the Teru hate, I’m aware why but to some ends it seems a bit extreme imo, again I would like Teru x Saiki more if more of her true personality came out and didn’t always have to be so perfect at least around the gang)

(Also kinda want to head canon Aiura as blasian 🫣, again I’m aware it’s a gag manga but I kinda want a sub plot where she possibly struggles with the negativity surrounding gyaru culture and maybe darker skin. Idk I think it would be a good plot for her and Saiki to be a bit closer and a little more understanding between the two, I’m just spit balling here)

The discussion of how Black and darker skin characters are viewed and written in media is a topic for another day just wanted to share my thoughts

Any thoughts or headcanons you guys might have?

My brain needs more content lol could be about ships and why you like them too just be respectful

You can actually send some to my ask box if you want or just replies

Please help me feed my brain

Also kinda sorta want to make an oc🫣

Probably will never post it but just to give myself more content

Edit: Oooh also when Teru and Aiura swap styles

I wish that maybe Airua not jealous of how Teru looked but how she’s perceived if you know what I mean

Aiura will always acknowledge that Teru looks good no matter the style that’s a fact, but I think she would notice how different she’s treated

Like Teru is trying to copy her style but no one really treats her differently than before and that kind of sucks you know?

Styles that are usually look down upon and always get hate but then get praised when a conventionally attractive person by society norms does it and then its cool and trendy. Maybe Aiura notices and feels some type of way

She does not hate Teru

Maybe I’m projecting but it happens a lot especially when it comes to black culture and it’s frustrating(yes I’m aware she isn’t black just something I noticed)

BIG BOY EDIT #2 12/28/24

It’s been a while and I have no sense of time

I’ve seen some people liking my Saiki K posts and rn I’m suffering a bad art burnout and the stress of a temporary move, so I just want to do another quick ramble

To back track on my previous statement on how Aiura should have also came to the realization of Saik’s type is redundant because she already knows and is her authentic self already.

Though it is funny that she also tried to be more like Teru but she also enjoyed doing it a bit (This could also lead into the sub plot I talked about earlier with Aiura being depressed about how she’s perceived and Saiki in his own weird way comforting her)

This may be projecting myself on to Saiki and it’s probably the reason why I don’t ship him with anyone

But I view him more as a aroace Demi (like myself, I’m still unsure about labels but this is what best fits me)

I think it would be so funny for him to end up having a crush on someone while being a the tsundere he is with no idea how to go about it

Since it’s a gag anime that could lead to so many gags lol. Especially if that person knows of his powers, I can just imagine just teleporting away because he’s too flustered around them lmao

Maybe then he’ll truly feel like a teenager

This is also an excuse for me to make an oc (sorry I’m a little bias)

Saiki has a lot of weight on his shoulders and I think a partner who can realice some of that weight would be the best for him

(Maybe take charge for a bit)

A partner that can treat him like he’s normal

(If you want angst he probably just feels happy that he found someone who treats him normally and thinks he in love but it was just a puppy crush and wasn’t actually in love just liked the normalcy and goes back to thinking he’s incapable of love , the same can be said for Teru infatuation with Saiki)

I know a lot of people hates the fanfic tropes where the reader/oc has powers or the ability to block mind reading but I believe that’s a perfect type of person for him, the only way for a mind reading psychic to feel somewhat normal is another person who knows his burdens or aren’t affected by his abilities I would think. Again for angst it can just be puppy love if you really want that heartbreak)

Aiura and Tori still don’t really know the burdens of Saiki powers except probably towards the end of the series when they learn he’s been rewinding time)

I haven’t completely figured out what my oc is meant to be(also she kinda steals from gojos abilities because I also like the idea of curse spirits being present. Nothing too gruesome, like they exist and explain things happening like extreme bad luck with that one girl and what not)

The oc would be a foreign exchange student and will also expand Saikis knowledge of psychics. She is very spiritual, not in the religious sense but more in tune with the world around her.

She has meet many Psychics before Saiki and has a negative perception of him when they first meet

She may not have the same abilities as him, but she can help him control or dampen some of them

For example geranium cancels out his mind reading

Lead tends to block or mess up x rays I believe?

Since Saiki rarely gets sick(other than that mysterious ailment on the ship) he can completely block the effects of lead poisoning

(My friend been making me research crystals so we can also use those and test how they effect his abilities, basically looking for kryptonite lol)

I though it was pretty cute when Saiki temporarily got rid of his power he proceeded to stare at Teru

So of course he would probably stare at the oc who he can actually see for once

When she first transfers and he figures out he can’t read her mind blah blah

He follows her and she senses him and practically throws him up against a wall for it lol

She probably spews at him how she finds psychics to be a pain in the ass or something but she understands the wants of keeping his powers a secret

I know it’s cliché but is I’m a sucker for it 😭

Honestly want to make him my oc but there’s barely any changes I could do to make it different from him

I don’t have a name for my oc yet but I do have her cyborg cider man #2 hero name Goombay Punch girl lol

The oc is of West Indian decent(Bahamian and Haitian)

I have not figured out her homlife yet but she’s an insomniac

I thought about her having a step father or something (father passed a way peacefully, but I just might go with her staying with a family friend in Japan)

I’m thinking about giving her extra powers but not to the extent of Saiki

Ideas so far are shadow manipulation (I’m a sucker for it 😭💀)

Empath

Super strength (I like a girl that’s a bit stronger than the male lead 🙂‍↕️)

Knowing a persons darkest secrets (if I ever draw her I’ll expand on it)

Just realized I said she takes from gojos abilities but she really doesn’t other than seeing curse spirits

She does also where shades , commonly mistaken for being blind, wears them under the excuse her eyes are sensitive to light, but not really)

She is extremely tall though debating if I should make her the same height as nendo or taller

(Sub plot for insecurities with height and dating, even though she normally doesn’t care for stuff like that)

Tall girlies need love too(I say as a 5’3 bandit)

Of course she has white hair

I’m sorry it’s the only hair color I like her having

Come on a white cloud like afro is so cool

I don’t really write but I may attempt writing a fanfic(unsure if I would publish it or not I’m kinda embarrassed at the thought)

It would be cute to write a cyborg cider man side stories with all the characters lol

I probably would draw these scenario out but I would probably describe Takahashi differently

I.e. “fish lips”

The combination of him having a fro and those lips getting picked on doesn’t sit well with me.

So I would probably change it to broccoli head or something (still kind of picking at his hair but it feels a lot better to me)

Some animation studios tend to make racist caricatures for some reason even if the maga never did that to begin with for some reason???(Still haven’t read the Saiki K manga so I don’t know if it’s applicable in this case. I hope it isn’t I would like to have something I actually like without a black caricature for once is that too much to ask 😭)

Im so sorry for the run on sentences and grammar

I would rewrite it to be more coherent but I’m lazy and sleep deprived

Thank you for reading my incoherent ramblings !