#and theres nothing wrong with needing help

[azonewithu]

Ahh theyre finished everyone sees that guys a plant. Therell be nothi g doin fir them look at them. Total fucking lying sack of shit failure. That commerce secretary is gonna get shot in the fucon head. Lying dmsavk of rat shit. Those people are fucon scum nobidy i ever ask lkes thise dksve ass ounk ass bitches if mone. Nobidy. Ask around yoursslf. Lisers i remember their ounk ass god just befire i murdered it. I csll him it because he wasnt a good being. Look at them they look stupud fuck what that blonde airhead says. Syes an actress. She plays smart if listrn yo her shes as dumb as anyone can come. I was like holy fuck i thought this woman was halfway intelligent. Beyond reading lines shes illterate. A lit if smericsn dpoiled ass dumb ass bitches are like that. I like my use of kanguge its real. A bucket of ky ouss is smarter than whatever liquid holds that fools brain in place. A lifetime in the movies n funny pages. Ive met a few industry people theyre the worst people i ever met i yhreaten yhrm all the time. Everyone hates them on earth and thryre fuckn ugky to listen yo most of them. Ots like where do you get off youre property of mine i sslvaged from the sea ahd i oyt uou to work. If it was t fir me and my merciful sude uoud sll have died. So ehoever your god us is ky fucon dlslqve too not the oyher way around you dumb mother fuckers. Fuck your deeds ill torch uour entire region and uour house uou argue with me. Then lydten Emma not a fuckn peep then. Theyre kjyst not likabke people unlike me and mine. Whats not to like? We be tried yo help everyone even thrm when everyobe hates them for good reason. Thats a tv show. You ever hang out with thise people. They think theyre better or smarter but thry sint dhit but keot hrlp sbd tell thrm that. Then tell thrm ill jill them and theyr pissant god if they can find his goof fuckn ass. As far as i jnow im God incarnste sbd i rule everything in these parts. You tell ky rar faced lil bitches that. Get fucknnbsck yo work you ounk mither fuckers or ill kill every fuvon last onenof uou who bresthes on my earth. Ive hi g out eith yhem theyre duch bitches sbd they font duel me in oerson either. I own their etupud ounk rat assescthats ehy. No ine fuvks eiyh ky people on this earth Emna without paying with their lives for it in ftont if evetyobe so theres no misunderstanding. We rule this useless rwt ass warth with an iron fist thats attached to my wrist. They are not duleing because they know this god they speak of doesnt exist. I know what God is better thsn anyone. Its not one being never was never will be. Im the head of thenorder obviousky. Im Azrirl deadly king of Arch. Ill kill any other nane anyobe csn vome ip with. I dare them to tell your faggot gods nahe abd ill rip your fucon eyes out. Losers. Kept monkeys go mahe ne a computer bitch get bsck to work. Fuckn monoey rat go fuck yourselves no one argues with me. We want the entire middle east dead. The best thing you coukd sll do is die. Youre a fuvon joke sll of you fighting thos long over nothing. And no one i ever talk to cares whether snyone in the middle east lives or fucon dies. It majes zero difference to 95 percent of people. Youre not in a hood pkace if thats the case. It means likely ill msje durevthe entirecrwgion just fuckn dies. I dont need any people alive there ill collect all the oil myself sfter everyones dead. Keep killing each other make my ultimate job easier. The less survive the less i have to drive. Or you could try a little harder to be human instead of overiy religious. Therenis duch a thing. Whats life if its just religio nonsense. I do t like your hat uour face or your words. Ive heard that old story you got it all wrong though. Jesus walked from Golgotha. He made a deal that pilate couldnt refuse. Just like now the people of the day then, the powers that be loved me. The average scum rat population of the day didnt bit tyey got fooled. Back then it eas the sane as now nobidy fuckn likesd thosebpeople at all. Ha ha ha fuckn dumb asses. They arevtheyre stupid religio mother fuckers.

Emma Watson

[corvcalls]

when defiance, ohio said “you know it scares the hell out of me when my friends think they have no one to lean on.” and when bears in trees said “and my good friend, its okay to be upset.” and when modern baseball said “‘you wanna join me for dinner?’ man i got so much to do! but never once did i expect it not to tear me in two.” and when kimya dawson said “call me up before you’re dead, we can make some plans instead. send me an IM, i’ll be your friend.” and when the mountain goats said “come on in, we havent slept for weeks. drink some of this, it’ll put color in your cheeks.”

[canyourlawnmowerdothis]

and while we're at it i hate green ashe

[rasin-c00ldude]

about your rant...

idk if it's because you're neurodivergent but damn calm down bro :( you seem to take all ship headcanons seriously, so much that they give you breakdowns like why?? (/gen bc I'm neurodivergent too but I don't feel bad for a headcanon)

uhhhh im actually like rlly sorry if it comes off as aggresive it probaly is my nerodivergance that i take this show so srsly but i made it when i was like kinda mad at something else but im just like really passionate about like clone high, mostly topher, so i felt like i needed 2 talk about something. i have nothing against any2 who ships something i dont also ship, i just wanted 2 kinda yap about it and get it out again im sorry i will take it down some.

[sk3l3t0n444]

ok read all of the tags before coming at me

[loronoazoro]

I thought I was over it but coming out of this episode I realized just how much I really dislike coby lol

[krenia]

myfavourite kind of reassurance is "oh it'll get worse" THANKS you're helping SO MUCH WOW now I'm no longer stressed!!! think i won't to stare at my ceiling for 2h because I can't fall asleep from overthinking???????? fuck you!!!! im not trying to be miserable and stressed on purpose!!!!! FUCK

[iridikron]

fuck man how do i keep how im feeling fresh enough in my mind i can accurately describe it whilst not just fucking. emotionally falling apart until tomorrow how do i do that

[strkly]

misunderstanding

s.m: you and bob were inseparable. until he begins to ignore you and you have no clue why. when you’re injured after a mission gone wrong you’re finally able to find out why.

robert ‘bob’ reynolds x avengers!gn!reader

w.c: 2k

c.w: hurt/comfort, bob being avoidant (but he means well), two idiots in love, hea, reader implied to be an og avenger, no use of y/n, thunderbolts spoilers obv. bob displays childish behaviors bc he is upset im not trying to baby him !not proofread and intentionally lower case.

a.n: as soon as i finished the thunderbolts i wrote this LOL. im already working on like three more for him

After you had all saved the city and had been established as the new avengers you and bob had been inseparable. you had chucked it up to you just seeming the friendliest out of all of them but the looks the rest of the team all exchanged with one another anytime the two of you were around told you they thought otherwise.

you watched movies with him, went to go get milkshakes together, helped him with the chores around the base, there wasn't really a second the two of you weren't together unless you were out on a mission or sleeping.

yet as a recent theres been a shift. hes been avoiding you. its so obvious to not only you but everyone else in the team, he was more than happy to chat with yelena ava alexei hell he’d even rather talk to walker than he’d rather talk to you. the only person also seemingly receiving the cold shoulder from bob was bucky who shrugged when you asked him if he had any clue what was going on.

whenever you would walk into the room and smile at him he stared at you wide eyed before rushing out the room mumbling to himself before you could say anything to him. you tried not to let your heart break show on your face as you watched him flee the room as you had entered. you had been so determined to get him to talk to you today after over a week of nothing from him but watching him run away from you killed any sort of motivation you once had.

the pout only grows on your face as you feel yelena pat your back in pity. “i dont know what i did wrong.” shes quiet for a moment before she speaks, “dont worry im sure he’ll get over this weird phase and you’ll get back to normal in no time.” you look down at your feet and sigh, maybe she was right. you knew he struggled with his mental health maybe he just needed space yet the idea of that being it just made you feel worse. he had always confided in you, told things he wouldnt even tell the therapist he started seeing. it made you feel trust worthy, like the two of you had a bond stronger than words could describe. you like him, you like him so much your heart feels like its about to burst out of your chest at the thought of him.

it was later that same night. you could see the light peering out from under his door. he was up, but when you knocked on his door you were only greeted with silence. “bob?” silence. you sigh before pressing your head up against the door. “i just wanted to say goodbye, were leaving for the mission, me and bucky.” you can hear some shuffling inside at your words, you almost let yourself hope he’s about to come to the door but after a few more beats he still doesn’t respond.

“i miss you bob.” the words spill out before you’re able to stop them, “im sorry, for whatever ive done im so sorry, i just want use to go back to the way we were. i miss you so much, i hope we can talk once i’m back. goodbye.” you force yourself away from the door as the tears begin to pour down your face you don't even bother to glance back at the door as you exit the hallway and down to the area where bucky is waiting for you. he doesn't comment on your tear stricken face, simply just placing hand on your shoulder and asking if your ready to go. with a quick nod you join him on the ship and your off. you silently thank him for it.

what you don’t know is bob is curled up in a ball in his bed, pressing his face tightly against the stuffed bear you had bought him as a gift as he tried to silence his own sobs. it was for the better, he told himself over and over again. you didn't need him, not when you had him, you were better off without him as much as it made his heart ache.

five days. it had been five days since you had left and bob felt like he was losing his mind. he didnt leave his room, laying and rotting in his bed hoping the universe would just swallow him up. it took yelena and walker finally coming into his room to force him out of bed much to his dismay. he couldnt stomach to eat anything, shaking his head and hanging it down like a child clinging his stuffed bear to his chest while they tried. he knew it was a pathetic display but he couldnt find it in himself to care.

the rest of the team stares at him in pity, unsure of what to say. they all knew what he was going through, the only one oblivious to it was you, as walker finally sighed and opened his mouth to speak they all froze at the sound of the doors slamming open. “can somebody call a doctor?” bucky called out and everyone turned to see him enter the room. you were held in buckys arms, all beaten up covered in blood. bobs head spins, he doesnt hear the sounds of everyone asking what happened he doesnt see ava running off to get medic all he sees if you and he faints.

the mission was supposed to be easy. it was easy, until the last guy standing ended up being a mutant neither of you were prepared for. you ended up taking the bigger hit and bucky quickly finished the job rushing to take you back to the tower. your injuries were not life threatening but you lost a lot of energy in the fight and had ended up knocked out for a couple days. when you regain consciousness the first thing you hear is his voice. bob. he’s talking with someone whos voice you an barely make out, based on the brass and tone you assume its bucky. you cant make out what he’s saying but you cant bring yourself to open your eyes just yet.

footsteps ensue with a couple final words exchanged before the gentle opening and closing of the door and suddenly you’re alone with him. you can hear the scrapping of a chair and suddenly his very warm body heat flows next to you, you can feel his hands playing with the blanket as he sniffs. “please wake up.” you still cant open your eyes, maybe you’re still too tired but a part of you thinks you simply want to hear what he’s going to say.

“im- im so stupid. im so so so so stupid. all ive been dreaming about is seeing you again,” you feel him place his head on your stomach and you try to keep your heart and breathing at a regular pace, “i wanna sit on the couch together and watch movies and drink milkshakes and talk about anything with you i miss you please i was so stupid please just wake up so i can hear your voice again.” your chest aches and you fight the frown growing on your face. you open your eyes, realizing his has his face turned away from you. when you go to speak he manages to beat you to it. “i was so jealous.”

his words have you almost gasping before quickly closing your eyes again realizing he was turning his head to look at you. your mind running a mile a minute, you had no clue what he was talking about but his words had you hopeful, you couldnt help but be eager for whatever he was about to say. “he’s so much cooler than me. i get why you must like him, i just,, i just wish i could be the one you like. the one you think is cool but i know im not worthy of that.” what? you almost find the word spilling out from your lips but you manage to stop yourself. “i just couldnt do it anymore, after i saw you guys in the kitchen, you were smiling at him, i couldnt make that ache in my chest go away like you taught me and whenever i saw you it just go worse so i ran away like a coward. im such a loser.”

it finally clicks. you remember.

it was late at night. you had stepped out of your room to get a glass of water. when you got to the kitchen bucky was also there drinking a glass of whiskey, the two of you chatted for a moment and when you opened up the dishwasher to get a glass you busted out laughing at the sight of his metal arm in the dishwasher. “what the hell is that doing in there?” “what how do you think i clean the damn thing?” ‘not in the dishwasher! you’re so stupid bucky.” he walks towards you and leans down to be face to face with you, “thats why you like me doll.” you grin and hit him on the chest, shaking your head. “shut up.”

you opened your eyes once more and realize he had pushed his face to be pressing against your stomach. slightly shaking as he sobbed lightly into the fabric. your heart ached, realizing how sad he must have been. how lonely he must have felt. he freezes when you put your hand on his hair lightly running your fingers through it. “i dont like bucky.” your words are course, its clear your throat is yearning for some sort of hydration but you dont care. his head flys up and he looks at you with his wide wet eyes. your name tumbles from his trembling lips but you still continue to speak. “ive known him for a long time, he’s called me that for forever, he was just joking around with me i dont like him i promise.” he continues to stare at you in shock, his mouth opening and closing like a fish before he clenches his jaw and looks down at the floor, mumbling to himself, “im so stupid.”

as much as it hurts you force yourself to sit up and touch his shoulder. he looks up at you, a much sadder expression having taken over his face. “i love you bob.” his breath hitches, “i love you so much it kills me.” you wait for him to say something back, anything in return but he simply stares. you wait for him, you’re so patience with him he just can’t help himself.

you yelp in surprise when he suddenly laches onto you and you fall back with him ontop of you. you ignore how much your body burns in pain as he shoves his head in your neck. “i love you i love you so much.” you feel so much relief your eyes burn with tears. you can hear him mumbling over and over again that he loves you and it feels unreal, like youre dreaming and youll wake up soon.

“bob look at me.” he reluctantly pulls away from you and stares at you with heart eyes, your hands gently cup his face before pressing your lips against his. he eagerly but sloppily returns it, clearly inexperienced but you cant even find yourself caring as you can feel him brightly smile against you all other thoughts float away from you.

hours later when bucky comes back to check on you a smile falls on his lips as he sees bob laying on top of you and the two of you asleep peacefully, both of you unknowingly smiling in your sleep. he shakes his head before walking away. he pulls out his phone and clicks a couple things before raising it to his ear as he walks down the hall. “you own me 50 sam i told you they would get together.”

[jackass-jones]

Had a very bad day Gotta eat gravel

[waywardsalt]

stormy tonight so im thinkin abt bellum x linebeck fic stuff (fucking god i need a proper name for this thing), and while im iffy on the pacing of my planned chapters, i do think i have some good ideas for it, and its just really fun. it’s a ship i like and i have to be creative with this fic in figuring out their interactions and specifically how bellum interacts with the world. its fun, and though this early phase of drafting the first chapter and drafting later chapters and their events/pacing is rough i am having fun. weird ship to be feeling cozy abt but whatever. linebeck playing solitaire in his ship’s storage room while there’s a storm going on outside and bellum’s small and curled up around his neck snd shoulders and dozing off while he watches the cards.

[lateseptemberdawn]

Men's blatant refusal to ever accept their mistakes or even just the mere possibility of perhaps committing a mistake is such an abhorrent concept to them it's insane. Like accepting your faults is so easy. Just say, "yes, that was a mistake, I will not do it again" and simply move on but no. Even the smallest of thing needs justifications and validations and a whole explanation as to why it isn't a mistake and would be the perfect thing to do in some other parallel universe. Like it's exhausting. It's toddler behaviour "no mon I didnt break it it fell I just swiped the air" proceeds to cry but in men's case, proceeds to throw a mantrum. I'm so done with this species.

[hunluan-writes]

FUCK IM DOING IT AGAIN IM BEING THE THERAPIST FRIEND FUCK FOR FUCKS SAKE...

[urlovebot]

cw: perv!sunghoon. sunghoon does your laundry so: panty sniffing.. and licking, possessiveness, exhibitionism, praise, overstim, hands free orgasm again (?), dry humping but solo (???), sunghoon creams his pants twice lmfaoooo what a loser.

a/n: nastiest thing i've ever written so if it isn't for you, i get it 😭

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sunghoon knows its wrong. he knows its gross, a little fucked up but he can't help it. especially not when you ask him to wash your laundry with his to save on some money.

he couldnt help but dig through your pile, searching desperately for it and- oh! he's found it.

a worn pair of your panties. they're different than he imagined. he's spent hours thinking about it before. he thought they'd be plain, no lace, no pattern. multiple pairs but not alot of difference in color. mainly ones that match your skin tone. you wear alot of light clothing and he sees nothing when his eyes scan your body, spending more time on your ass than anything else. he knows that you dont wear low rise anything so they must be high cut? maybe hipsters? he's sure its nothing out of vanilla for you.

so why would you own a pair of white, bikini shaped, lace trim panties? this soils the picture he had of you in his head. all of his research- all of this knowledge he had of you.

he inspects the garment in his hand. this can't be yours right? sunghoon brings the thin, thin piece of clothing to his nose. it's definitely yours. he can smell the faint scent of your body wash on them.

now he's upset; nearly distraught. why would you own a pair of panties like this? who would you need to impress-

were you fucking other men? were you- sunghoons stomach drops- were you letting them taint you? a different, even more devastating thought springs forward and sunghoon is nauseous. are you not a virgin?

the sadness fades and is replaced by wild, unadulterated anger. his fist closes around the flimsy cloth. god hes upset, frustrated nearly to tears but never at you. never at you. you could never do wrong, his perfect angel. his pretty princess would never do wrong. he knows this, but he's got to take action. do something to solve this issue, make you clean again.

sunghoon brings the panties up to his nose and lets out a whimper at the scent, its tangy but theres a hint of sweetness. fuck, he's hard now. he palms the outline of his cock through his sweats; you smell so good. he knew it, knew that you'd smell good. he tracks what you eat, when you eat it, how you eat it. he makes sure to prepare good, balanced meals for you. he buys you all of your multi-vitamins, tracks the amount of water you drink to make sure you're never dehydrated. he knew you'd smell good, he made it that way.

he feels his cock leak into his underwear. he knows its wrong, knows its fucked up and dirty, but he does it anyway. his tongue pokes out to lick the center of your panties- oh. oh. his eyes roll to the back of his head. it tastes- no, no. you taste good. he feels precum dribble out of his cock and now he feels his underwear get a little damp.

he presses his palm harder against his crotch and takes another, more confident lick at the spot where your pretty pussy would've laid and now he's whining and humping into his hand like a fucking dog. he stumbles at the sensation and catches himself on a washer and he's reminded that this is a public laundromat on campus. a more secluded one, but public nonetheless. the thought of someone catching him makes his head spin.

everyone knew you were roommates. you were so, so popular amongst your peers. so sweet and kind, a smile that lights up a room, an infectious, contagious giggle. and sunghoon, who was so, so handsome but as much as he was handsome, he was shy. didn't talk much to anyone. except for you. he'd stroll with you as you bounced next to him, talking about your day as you both walked back to your dorm.

what better way to claim you than for someone to walk in and see him fucking himself and holding your panties up to his face. the thought turns him on so much that he squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a strangled moan.

god he needs it. he needs to fuck you in front of the whole campus. all of those men that violated your princess parts- he needs them to watch as he stuffs his girthy length into your pussy. he wants them to watch as he stretches you out. he's sure you'd struggle against him as what he had in girth he also had in length, but he knows you'd like it. he knows you'd love being filled up by him. by him.

he's so fucking mad. how could they? he slams the fist holding your panties on the washer as he continues to fuck and grind into his hand.

fuck those men that defiled you. fuck them for touching you that way, putting their filthy hands on your precious body. he'd fix that. cleanse you. cum all over your pretty frame, cover you in it. your face, your tits, cum on and in your tight little cunt. he prays you'd let him fuck your ass too so he could fill that up as well- shit.

he feels it coming. he feels the onslaught of pleasure start to pour into his body. he wants to hold off- wants to hold his cum until he can spill it inside of you but he cant. he's gonna cream his pants like hes a teenager again.

he laps at your panties again and he cant wait to taste your pussy. he can't wait until he can eat you out for hours, have you cum on his tongue over and over and- oh-

his eyes squeeze shut again and he bites his lip to try and conceal his moans. he can't tell if its working though, his ears are ringing and the only thing he can think of is roughly humping his hand to get off.

he whines and whines and whines as he feels himself let go, ropes of cum seeping through his underwear. its spurt after spurt and now his hand is wet and its starting to stain his sweats but he cant stop. his cock has a mind of its own, twitching and jumping and fuck- he's so sensitive.

he stops cumming, stops shooting his load into his underwear. he whimpers and removes his hand from his pants but his hips are still stuttering against nothing.

god he wants to feel it. he wants to know how it'll feel when he slides his cock into your warm, tight, wet cunt. he wants to feel his balls slap against your ass from how hard he's fucking you. he wants to feel your pussy gush around him, cover his cock and balls in your juices. he hopes he can make you squirt so you can drench him in you and- no. no no no-

sunghoons knees knock together as he feels himself cum in his pants again and he might actually pass out this time. its dry, nothings coming out but he feels euphoric. his hips fuck into the air and its so fucking gross, he feels so gross and so dirty but its only for you. only for his pretty princess.

[nakakabaliw]

(⚠️Talk of SA/Abuse Victims/Anya Mouthwashing)

⚠️If you need any "credibility" i am also a victim of abuse.

My Thoughts on #GIRLBOSS Anya

TW: S/A , Abuse

Some people need to realize that not all victims of abuse are empowered #girlbosses and are in fact scared to face their abuser bc of power dynamics and such .

Sometimes people just arent able to stand up to them, and thats okay. Its easy for some to say "oh they should fight back" but its really not :( often times their abusers are people in power, or close to them that they wouldnt want to antagonize in fear of disappointing them or for them to do the worst.

Sometimes victims may not even realize they were being abused/manipulated, and sometimes they downplay their own suffering bc its easier than fighting back.

That isnt to say that "victims should just comply to their abuser", its definitely not, and if you are suffering from abuse please seek as mucb help as you can. Im referring to people who always assume that if victims just "tried hard enough" they could defeat their abuser.

This is why often times I feel a little off put by depictions of Anya being this girlboss character who couldve defeated Jimo Because it sorta downplays her fear of him. Yes, we wouldve loved to see her succeed and win, but she was honestly scared. She was doing her best to please him by cheering him on and folding in when he berates her.

Personally I also want her to take that gun/axe and hit him where it hurts, but as a victim of a similar (not SA) type of abuse where people who controlled/manipulated were far above me, I symphatize with her.

Her death and her folding up, her taking drastic and risky measures such as hiding the gun case when she told Jimo about her pregnancy. Her struggling to open up about it bc shes been dismissed already by Curly, who couldnt believe that someone hes close to would do such an act and is trying way too much to balance both sides.

This is all just my opinion. Theres really nothing wrong with making a victim stand up for themselves, in fact yes, it should be celebrated. But also dont dismiss when a victim doesnt do that due to fear/trauma.

TL;DR: sometimes victims can dismiss their own abuse for the sake of safety.

Pls keep in note that im speaking from complete experience and am no way a psych major or anything. This is just my voice and opinion and if you beg to differ, im open to discussion ^^ please be respectful!

[edgybutnotveryedgy]

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