#HA HA ANYWAY SORRY FOR THAT VENT GOODBYE

[dragonairice]

They should make dating apps for aroace people where we can find others to platonically be with either for QPPs or because we're being pressured to be married or want a relationship without romance / sex with someone who wants the same thing

[joostsblog]

Hii!! Can you write a Joost x Reader where reader goes with him on tour, but they made a mistake with the hotel rooms and reader has to share a room / bed with Joost? 👀

here you goooooooo

to be desired ~ joost klein friends to lovers one shot

My masterlist here ✨💌

Pairing: Joost Klein x female!reader

Description: A hotel room mix-up not only forces you to share a bed with your friend Joost but also some feelings you had tried to hide away for too long.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I hope you like it, if you do pls show your support by reblogging ❣️❣️ send in requests i'm having fun with this! 💌

Warnings: not proofread

"Alright, I'm gonna head out early tonight," you let Adam know. You were backstage at one of Joost's shows, only the last few songs were yet to be performed.

"Already?" Adam asked as he looked up from whatever he was working on.

"Yeah, can you let Joost know later?" you asked although you had already told your friend earlier tonight that you probably wouldn't last long tonight.

"Will do. Keycard's on the desk," he informed you, pointing to the desk by the door where you were standing. Adam was Joost's tour manager and one of his duties taking care of everyone's accommodation which usually included him checking in for everyone and distributing the hotel key cards backstage. You snatched the keycard and waved goodbye to Adam as you headed out.

During the short walk to the hotel you looked around the streets of this city you had never been in before. You were so grateful that Joost had suggested you join him for tour three months ago. The offer came about after you had spent an evening smoking on Joost's balcony, venting to him about feeling uninspired, directionless and stuck in your routine and environment.

"Like, I just wanna be everywhere all the time and instead I'm just in my flat all day every day," you complained to him and he nodded.

"Why don't you come with me on tour?" he had just asked bluntly and your first instinct was to decline. But then you wondered, why not? What's stopping you? You could do your work remotely from anywhere anyway and you loved to travel. Getting out of your usual environment and routine was exactly what you needed and Joost offered you the solution on a silver platter.

"Alright, why not?" you shrugged. Joost got up from his seat to hug you in excitement.

"My best friend is coming on tour with me," he said and you laughed as you hugged him back. What he didn't know is that you longed to be so much more than his best friend, but you declared that a problem for another day.  

"Oh nice," you said to yourself as you opened the door to your hotel room and noticed it was much nicer than usual. It was definitely more spacious and the bed was a queen-sized one instead of a single. You took the opportunity of the early night to take a long shower in peace and do an extensive skincare routine before you plopped down on the bed in your pyjamas. You got comfortable under the covers and pulled up your phone to watch some TikToks before you slowly dozed off.

You were awoken when you heard a beep coming from the door as it was being unlocked. Your eyes shot wide open as you realise that someone was getting into your hotel room as you saw the door slowly open.

"What the fuck! Get out!" you yelled towards the door and you quickly turned on the lamp on the nightstand.

"I'm so sorry," you heard the person at the door say apologetically as they quickly closed the door again. Before the door fell into the lock the person stopped in their tracks. "(Y/N)?" a familiar voice uncertainly asked.

"Joost?" you asked in confusion. The door slowly opened again to reveal Joost standing in the door frame looking just as dumbfounded as you. "Wha-?" you furrowed your brows.

"You're in my room," Joost laughed.

"No, I think you're in my room," you insisted.

"I don't think so," Joost said and held up his keycard as if it would explain anything.

"Yeah, how do you think I got inside?" you asked.

"Adam messed up," Joost stated and you nodded as you laughed nervously. "I'm gonna call him," Joost said as he pulled out his phone. You looked down at your phone to see that the time was almost 2 am. You were not so sure that Joost would be able to reach Adam at this time and your suspicion was confirmed when Joost turned back to you. "He's not answering," he said and scratched his head. "The reception desk is also closed already."

You rubbed your eyes sleepily as you watched Joost cluelessly stand by the door, his bags in hand. "I'm sorry I woke you up," he said after a pause. "I'll check if I can crash in Stuntje's bed or something."

"Isn't he gonna be asleep already as well?" you asked.

"Probably," Joost shrugged.

"And his room only has a single bed," you stated.

"Probably," Joost confirmed.

"Honestly, if you don't mind, I don't mind," you said gesturing to the empty side of the bed. "It's a big bed."

"If you don't mind snoring," Joost laughed.

"I'll manage," you assured him.

"Alright," Joost said and put down his bags. "I'll be quick," he said as he gestured to the bathroom.

"Take your time," you smiled.

It was only a few minutes before you could feel the mattress dip on the other side of the bed and Joost slipped in beneath the covers.

"I missed you at the end of the show tonight," Joost said. You turned to face him.

"I know, I'm sorry, I was just very tired," you said. There was about a metre between your faces as you lay there comfortably.

"When I invited you to tour I was under the impression that my advantage would be that I would get more of you," Joost joked.

"Haven't you had enough of me?" you asked.

Joost shook his head. "Never."

"Well, tonight you're getting a whole lot of me," you said and immediately blushed when you realised how Joost could take your words in the wrong way. "I mean-" you started but Joost just laughed. "Nevermind," you said trying to play it cool.

"This is fun," Joost said. "It's like a sleepover."

"Oh, I've got some bad memories from a sleepover," you said and Joost furrowed his brows.

"How come?" he asked concerned.

"Well," you let out a breath. "For the longest time, I was never invited to them. And then in 7th grade, I was finally invited to one and when we played spin the bottle the bottle landed on me and my crush at the time which meant that we had to kiss - which would've been my first kiss by the way - but he refused to kiss me," you shrugged trying to play it cool. "Everyone else did and he pretended as if kissing me would be the worst thing in the world," you could feel your throat getting tighter as you recalled the memory and what it made you feel. Joost grabbed your hand in yours to comfort you.

"What an asshole," he said. "Who wouldn't want to kiss you?"

"Well," you shrugged. "I don't know anybody," you joked. "I think that moment fucked me up, like still to today."

"How come?" Joost inquired as he used his thumb to softly stroke the back of your hand.

"I talked about this in therapy but I think that this experience and a few others led me to believe that nobody could ever be seriously interested in me, that there was never anybody that desired me," you explained looking around the room to avoid Joost's gaze who was looking at you as he listened intently. "Like I don't think I've ever had anyone try to pick me up or like flirt with me or something."

"That's not true," Joost said with a frown on his face which you discovered as you looked at him for the first time again. "People have definitely flirted with you."

"Sorry, but how would you know?" you laughed.

"Because I flirted with you when we first met," Joost said and your heart skipped a beat.

"No, you didn't," you said.

"Yes, I did," Joost insisted. "I made Appie introduce me to you because I thought you were cute." Your heart started beating faster at the revelation.

"What? I swear I was oblivious," you said.

"Well, I just assumed you weren't interested in me in that way," Joost shrugged and you kicked your past self for missing such an opportunity.

"So, you're telling me I fumbled the bag with you?" you asked, your heart beating almost out of your chest. Joost nodded grinning. "This-" you gestured between the two of you, "could've been something entirely different?"

"Yes," Joost said and paused. "Still can be," he added timidly. You held onto Joost's hand like a lifeline, squeezing his hand tightly. "I think you need to breathe," Joost reminded you as he noticed you holding your breath. "Are you alright?" he finally asked after your silence persisted.

"I want you to kiss me," you finally dared to say.

Joost softly grabbed your face and moved closer to you. Your hands found the back of Joost's head and his lips crashed into yours as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Joost was leaning over you, his hand sneaking down to your waist where a sliver of your skin was exposed by your pyjama set. Your lips moved in sync against each other, tasting every bit of the other. Joost softly put your hair behind your ear after you broke the kiss and watched your face fondly.

"Next time you can tell me sooner because I would've done anything you would've told me to," he said and planted a quick peck on your nose.

"Well, I want you to cuddle me," you smiled.

"That can be arranged," Joost said as he spooned you from behind, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. "Maybe we should thank Adam for the mix-up."

[stuckymonkey]

Thief

College Bucky Au

Pairing - college!bucky x fem!reader

Summary - When y/n finds herself stuck with a very annoying study buddy who cannot shut up about the quarterback, Bucky Barnes, she can't help but vent to a charming boy named James...

Warnings - use of y/n, reader is female, implications of smut?

Word count - 2k

a/n - my first time writing with this style and ship! also my first time writing on this blog :D I hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

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It's been two hours of trying to study for our physics quiz with some girl named Vic from my class. She couldn't shut up about how her date had been with the school's quarterback, Bucky Barnes. "I really think he's the one, you know?" she had said with heart eyes as she twirled her curly hair around her finger.

Vic's notes remained untouched. I nodded and hummed while copying down equations and formulas. She obviously didn't mind my disinterest, continuing to talk about how Bucky had complimented her necklace and the perfume she wore.

Checking the time on my phone, I gratefully noticed it was time for me to head back to my dorm with Nat and Carol. "I know he has a reputation as a bit of a player, but I swear I'm the exception. You should see the way he looks at me!" her jaw dropped as if she couldn't believe it herself. "Mhm, well it was really nice working with you but I have to get back to my dorm. Catch you later?" I asked while scurrying to gather my stuff. "Yeah, for sure!!"

I bolted out of the library and down the dark sidewalk to my dorm. I enjoyed the slight autumn breeze and rustle of the leaves as I walked down the sidewalk. Soon enough I saw the lights from our building come into view, walking faster to get into the warmth of our room. I burst into our dorm, wasting no time in talking about my night.

"Natasha, that was horrible. The entire time Vic talked about Bucky Barnes like he was a God," I started setting my stuff down on our island while I talked, "She went on and on about their date and how she's sure he's the one." I imitated in a high voice. "It was disgusting. Like I get he's the quarterback but how good can he seriously be?? Anyways, I at least got some notes done. How was your night?" That was when I noticed Natasha's boyfriend, Steve and one of his friends was sitting on our couch.

"Hi Steve." I waved. Steve was smirking at his friend. He went to introduce him but was quickly cut of by a "Hi, I'm James." He grinned and stuck his hand out for me to shake. "Sorry about your study session" he said with a smile. "It's no big deal. How's the game?" They were watching college football on our living room tv. "Good, it's just in the final quarter." his smile reached his eyes and crinkled them around the edges.

The rest of our night was spent watching football, eating snacks and drinking wine or beer. When the game ended and everyone started yawning, Steve and James decided to go. "Bye," Nat kissed Steve goodbye, before stepping back from the door with me and Carol. James waved with a boyish grin on his face before leaving with Steve.

The next day we were heading to a football game, one of the last before thanksgiving break. Being pre-med I didn't go to many games, and I couldn't help but wonder if I would see the infamous Bucky Barnes. Nat and Wanda led me to the change rooms to help Thor sort out his hair, something I would usually do for him prior to the game, but today he said it would be better to do it here since I was coming anyway.

Once in the changeroom I saw many familiar faces, Tony, Steve, Sam, Peter, Pietro and now James. I caught James' eye and waved. He waved back with that same attractive grin. I started braiding Thor's hair while everyone else got ready for the game. Soon it was time for me to find Natasha and Wanda so I could sit down and watch the game. Thor and the rest of the team bid me goodbye as I left.

"So, what do you think of James?" Wanda asked, earning an elbow to the side from Nat. I quirked my eyebrow at her actions, "He's nice, and cute." "She's blushing!" said Wanda. "I am not! I'm just wearing a lot of layers, it is fall you know." "There's Steve!" Nat called, pointing to the field as the players started to come out. "Does anybody know what number James is?" I asked innocently. Nat just shook her head.

After the game, we went back down to the changerooms so Nat could see her boyfriend and Wanda could see her brother. "Y/n! Your braid held up amazing today! Thank you!" Thor bellowed as soon as he noticed us. "You're welcome Thor! I'm glad it worked." I said with a laugh. I found myself alone as Nat and Wanda left, but not for long.

"So, I heard your study session went pretty bad. Want a different partner maybe?" I turned around to see James. "Are you offering to help me study physics James?" "Maybe I am doll," he smirked, "I promise not to brag about Bucky Barnes or any football players. Scout's honour." he said, holding up one of his hands in a very serious manner. I couldn't help but laugh at his antics. "Well with a promise like that, you sure do make it hard to resist." I smiled. "It was that bad, huh?" he seemed closer than he was before. "Yes! The entire time she went on about Bucky and how amazing their date had gone. She said he was a known player but that he had a special spot for her or something. It was crazy. She even told me he was the one. Last time I checked, playboys don't have 'the one'" his smile seemed to dim at this. "Yeah, I guess you're right, doll." I loved that nickname. I felt butterflies everytime he said it. "Well, I'll give you my number, maybe you'll have better luck the second time around?" he offered. His confidence didn't seem as high as it was before. "Of course!" I said before handing him my phone and taking his. I put Y/n with a flower beside it before handing it back. He had put in his contact as 'James'.

A week later, James and I found ourselves in the library, notes open, with drinks and pens scattered everywhere. We had been talking daily in the days leading up to this and he seemed like a really sweet guy. He was raised by his single mother, Winnie, who he adored, he had a sister named Rebecca and he's been playing football with Steve since they were 11. They seemed like great friends, I couldn't help but wonder why I hadn't met him sooner.

Three hours in, our drinks were gone and my head felt all foggy. James was an incredible study partner. He chatted with me every now and then, always a welcome break from copying down notes. He was smart and helpful without being a nuisance like Vic. "Thank you," I said. He looked up at me with tired crystal blue eyes. "For being an amazing study partner." I smiled. He smiled softly, "I didn't talk too much?" "You did perfect. 10/10. We should definitely do this again." he grinned and let out a low laugh. "Alright then. I think it looks like you found a new study buddy." "That I did."

Me and James kept up our study sessions for weeks, and the habit of texting daily. We made frequent visits to a cute cafe on campus, usually spending an hour or more per week. During those hours we tended to do more talking than anything. My phone pinged with a notification,

James

Text me when you can. Not urgent, just need to talk.

That was weird. I went downstairs to talk to Wanda and Nat about it. "Have you guys noticed anything weird with James?" I asked. They shared a look that made me feel like they knew something I didn't. "Guys?" "Y/n, I think it's better if he tells you." Wanda said with a slight frown. What could have happened? Was he okay? I immediately opened my phone and told him to meet me at our cafe in ten minutes.

"Y/n?" he asked, seeing me at our usual table. I stood up once I saw him. He looked gorgeous, with a black coat, fresh jeans and a plain white tee. His hair looked a little messy, like he had just gotten up. "Are you keeping something from me? Are you okay?" "Y/n-" "No! If there's something wrong, I deserve to know James! I'm your friend, I know you don't have to tell me, but I care about you and-" "Y/N!" heads turned from other tables and the chatter died down for a moment after James had yelled. "Y/n, I am not sick, and I'm sorry for yelling. My name is James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky Barnes." I looked at him wide eyed. I was shocked. He didn't seem like a playboy, or self obsessive. Or anything Vic had described. Except for charming.

"Okay." "That's it? I've been guilty about this for weeks y/n/n." "And you should be! You technically lied to me. Why didn't you just tell me J- Bucky?" He kept avoiding my gaze. "Because then you would know I was a player and self obsessed." He seemed shameful and his face lacked any trace of a smile, instead it had traces of guilt.

"You don't seem like a player or like that at all. I actually really like you." I'm sure I was blushing at this point, and his head shot up from where he was looking at his shoes. "Really?" "Really. You're sweet, you care about your team, friends and family, especially your mom and Rebecca. You would do anything for your family or your team. You're giving and caring and you technically pretended to be someone you aren't just so we could see where this goes." "You think this is going somewhere, doll?" he smirked. "Maybe." I shrugged.

Tentatively he spoke, breaking our silence. "Y/n, would you like to go out with me?" "Hm...." I pretended to think, making his eyes widen. "Yes!" a breath of relief escaped him, and he stepped forward to wrap me up un a hug. I felt him place kisses to my hairline before he pulled back and smiled as he looked into my eyes.

I would never get tired of this view or this feeling. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and his hair was still messy. Crystal blues peered down into my own eyes. Pure adoration covered his face. "Well Barnes, where to?" "What do you mean doll?" "Didn't you just ask me out?" I giggled. "You mean like you want to go right now?" "Why waste anymore time, Bucky?"

[stellaluna33]

Sorry to be a hater- look away if you must- but I just have to vent once again about how much I hate that stupid "Rory Gilmore learns about sexting to spice up her lagging long-distance relationship!" storyline in Season 7. 🙄 Like, FIRST OF ALL, I'm supposed to believe that Rory Gilmore, who was reading (and recommending!) Ginsberg at the age of 16, is somehow shocked and scandalized and uncomfortable with the idea of reading or writing about sex?? That whole babyish, fluttery, "Oh, I couldn't possibly!" personality transplant she undergoes in that season really throws me off! But ALSO, like... Rory and Logan have only been apart for like THREE EPISODES? By this point? And she's already feeling like their relationship is going to fall apart without sexual intimacy? Like, honey, the point I'm getting from this is not "long distance relationships are hard!" It's "this relationship seems to be based on nothing but sex." And if you're already running out of things to say because you're not in the same room anymore? Yikes. "But long distance relationships are hard!" Yeah! I KNOW. Want to know HOW I know? Because by the time we got married, my Husband and I did the math and figured out that from the beginning of our relationship to our wedding day we'd spent more time APART than TOGETHER. The longest stretch of time where we were on opposite sides of the earth and didn't see each other at all was ten months. And yes! It was hard! But we never felt like we were running out of things to SAY to each other or had no emotional intimacy! How am I supposed to think this Rory/Logan storyline is "romantic" when my own memories involve writing handwritten letters that were pages and pages long, and long emails on top of that? Sensual poetry that ached with so much longing that it made my breath catch in my throat when I read it? Do you know how it feels to talk on the phone for hours and hours until your arm gets tired from holding the phone up and you have to keep switching it from side to side because your ear is getting that horrible warm and sweaty feeling from the plastic being pressed against it for so long, and you STILL don't want to say goodbye because it's never enough? Anyway, I can't get into this storyline. It feels shallow and cheap and boring to me! Like, is this it? And maybe part of the reason my soul recoils from the idea of Rory ending up with Logan is that it's just so DISAPPOINTING! Like, that's it? That's the "great love" she gets? I love Rory and she has such a lively, eager mind! And it just makes me sad to think of her ending up with some guy she doesn't even have anything to talk about with after the thrill of sex has faded. 😕 Boring, boring, boring!

[a-x-ce]

Worst part of the end of Enies Lobby is Zoro's bullshit pride take on what Usopp and Luffy's fight was about. I need to go and look at the translation used in the manga but in the anime they have him say ''we also can't keep trusting a guy who started all of this on a whim'' like bitch WHAT?!

The fuck did he witness throughout Water 7 that would make him say something so dismissive of the heart of what that fight was about? 'Whim' completely trivializes everything that happened, every single word Usopp said, it dismisses Merry and everything she did. It pisses me off so much.

Also makes me mad how rude he was to everyone else, especially Nami, during that whole scene. Telling her to shut up as if her opinion doesn't matter when truly her opinion should matter the most, like aside from Luffy being the captain, she's the real reason they can sail the sea at all!

Usopp's the whole reason Merry could save them at all (aside from Iceburg patching her up during Aqua Laguna) getting off Enies Lobby, AND he was the person who motivated Luffy to get up and finish Lucci off. 'Cause up until that point Luffy's heart was still broken from losing him in the first place, like Luffy knew his crew wasn't complete without Usopp and he regretted not being able to keep him from leaving.

Why Zoro felt the need to talk over Luffy and decide things for him, a direct display of disrespecting the captain he's holding against Usopp, while Luffy just goes along with it versus make a decision himself. Luffy SHOULD have gone to talk to him, BOTH of them should have had a deeper, more meaningful conversation about the fight, Usopp got to say goodbye to Merry in a way that satisfied him AND Luffy at that point, all they needed was an apology. And Usopp was not the only one who needed to give one, Luffy handled that abysmally from the start, it could have been settled way better than Zoro's method of needing Usopp to grovel and beg while letting Luffy get away with not giving a fuck about how he handled everything to begin with.

I mean thankfully Luffy learned from that experience, as we see when Sanji left during Whole Cake Island, but it came after having completely ignored Usopp's core issues, never addressing them directly, hence why he then goes into Thriller Bark not any different except now he's OPENLY bragging about being negative and self-loathing. Like very cool, very well handled guys...

It's almost like Oda couldn't have that happen then because Usopp still needed to have his core issues (recognizing he IS brave, he IS strong, he IS smart and useful and needed!!!) and that the best place to do that wasn't until Elbaf. Like he left his character on pause for hundreds of chapters and many MANY years and it's only in the next few that we might get the full payoff as we finally enter the Elbaf arc. (Which is interestingly also turning into a Robin-centric arc so Oda does seem to be cooking with that one already.)

Anyway, had to vent about that again, 'cause it's the only time I ever got mad at any of the crew and it was never addressed again. As soon as Usopp does say sorry he's accepted right away and they all go back to acting like nothing ever happened (which is how Luffy was operating anyway the moment he woke up back at Water 7...). Zoro's prideful way of doing shit is often not the best way to handle things and thankfully that's been pointed out before (Punk Hazard by Tashigi) but I genuinely wonder if Oda has any plans to tackle that as a character flaw in any later arcs.

[oysters-aint-for-me]

maaaan idk what to do...tw for sick cat, (upcoming) animal death

so my parents' cat, Hamish, is an old fragile boy who is sick with a number of issues, some of which we haven't bothered to diagnose, since he's dying of the major one (hyperthyroidism) and he's basically on cat hospice right now - we're not trying to cure him or make him better, we're just trying to make him comfortable.

the issue is that pretty soon (like in two and a half weeks) my family (me and my parents) are going on vacation to alaska for two weeks. this is like a bucket-list level trip for us; we got a rare opportunity to go to see the fat bears in katmai national park. this trip also the one year celebration of my dad making it through open-heart surgery. so it's a big deal trip that we're not going to cancel.

we've been hoping that Hamish will pass away peacefully somehow before our trip happens, whether naturally or by being put to sleep. but as of now, he's doing okay. he's still eating, purring, jumping, going to the bathroom, demanding snuggles, and being very very affectionate. so it's like, he's definitely not ready to go. he's still got that spark.

but he's also not great, like, he doesn't eat well, he's unsteady on his paws, he's extremely underweight, he's fragile, you can tell he's achy sometimes, he's started meowing differently, he sleeps in weird places that he's never slept before, etc. so while he still has that spark, he's clearly nearing the end.

the reason why he's survived so well until now is I think because my parents take SUCH good care of him. they adjust his meds as needed and monitor him closely. usually one of them is home most of the day to make sure he's doing ok.

the thought of leaving him for two weeks with a cat sitter is making us really nervous, because the cat sitter doesn't know how to monitor him in the same way, and while the cat sitter will be here the whole time to watch him, i don't want them to have to deal with any end-of-life stuff.

basically, I don't think Hamish will survive the two weeks without my parents there to take care of him - but he might, and there's no way to know!

there's also the option of boarding him at the vet, but that makes me sad, because he might still die while we're gone, and i don't want his last days to be spent in a cold metal cage. plus our vet doesn't like boarding animals anyway unless there are extreme circumstances.

so what do we do??? do we put him down before we go, even if he's not on death's doorstep quite yet? or do we take the chance that he might survive the two weeks and then deal with it when we get back? it's just that the thought of him being put down without me or my parents there to hold him at the end makes me so so so sad. above all else i don't want him to die alone. :( what are we gonna do!!!!

i guess we still have like two weeks to see how he does. it's still possible he'll go downhill sharply before our vacation and we'll put him down before we go and we'll get to be there with our sweet boy to say goodbye. it's just weird to hope for the speedy death of a pet, you know?

blaaaah the uncertainty is getting to me. idk. sorry i just had to vent.

[blinddreams24]

Crying

A Mermay Prompt

(Note: ugly crying and mentioned character death of a family member)

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“No, mom, I-.”

“…”

“Mom, I want-.”

“…”

“…Please, just listen-.”

“…”

“…Okay. I’m sorry. Bye.”

You hung up the call. You didn’t want to think about it. Don’t think about it. Just… do something else. Your knee bounced with the leftover extra energy from that candy.

Right. Candy. Killer.

You could go visit one of the boys. That’d make you feel better. You made sure to pack extra food and grabbed your keys.

The ride there was painfully slow. Nothing but trees and grass until you reached your destination. Nothing to think about but…

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.

You practically ran to your little beach when you parked the car, bag slung over your shoulder.

“Oh! Hey, y/n!” Cross greeted with a smile. His eyes caught on your face and he hesitated. “Y/n?”

You gave him a big fake smile. “I’m okay. Just zoned out for a second there! Sorry! I brought food!” The lifted the bag.

He was obviously still concerned. “…What’d you bring?”

“Sandwiches!” You exclaimed with a dramatic flourish as you pulled out one of the sandwiches. “The ones you said pizza was better than!”

“Uh huh.”

“Well, you get to try them now!” You shoved one in his hands.

He… didn’t eat it. He just gestured for you to hand him the bag, put the sandwich back inside, and turned back to you.

“Y/n.” You shrank at the stern yet concerned voice. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.” You folded your hands behind your back and rocked on your heels.

His disbelieving glare pinned you in place, making you sweat.

“It’s nothing.”

“…”

“Cross. I’m fine.”

“…”

“……I…I don’t… Cross…”

“…”

“…I don’t want to talk about it…”

His glare relaxed. “Y/n. You’re all caught up running from something. Please,” He pleaded. “You need to talk about it. Come here.” His hand pat the ground next to him.

You hung your head and followed his directions. When you sat, his arm went around you.

“Y/n-.”

“You’re the opposite of my mother.”

Cross blinked at you. “Uh… is that a good thing?”

“Yes. She’s… never been particularly nice.” You looked away from him. “It took me a long time to realize that…”

“…Your mother. She… lives nearby?”

“No. She hates the water. Dad always…” You stopped yourself. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.

Cross didn’t let you. “Your Dad always what?”

“…He loves… loved the ocean.” You corrected yourself. It was fine. You could keep it together. Just don’t think about it. “He would always take me to the beach. We’d play in the water, he taught me to scuba dive, and we always cleaned up after. He made it fun.” You tried not to sniffle.

“…Did something happen?”

“…” You tried so hard, but your voice cracked anyway. “Yes… I… Mom just told me… He… He died last week. They’re ha-having his funeral tomorrow… She…” You choked on your next words. “She told me not to come… That I was disowned.”

“Disowned?”

“…I don’t have a family anymore, Cross. She kicked me out.” A hot tear rolled out of your eye, betraying you.

“O-Oh…” Cross hugged you. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” You sniffled. “Sh-She never liked me… This w-was a long t-time coming. Dad was the last… the last person holding me there. And now…” You couldn’t finish that sentence.

Cross finished it for you. “And now he’s gone.”

Tears streaked down your face. You nodded.

“…It’s okay if you need to… what was it? Cry?”

You laughed. “Yeah. It was cry. I…” You laughter melted into something harder. “I don’t… Why?”

Finally broken, you leaned into Cross’s hug and sobbed. He was surprisingly warm for an aquatic skeleton.

Letting you cry, Cross started rubbing your back and humming, just letting you vent.

“Why? Why him?! I didn’t even get to say goodbye!!” You screamed into his chest. “He was the only one left!! Cross! What am I supposed to do now?! I- I didn’t think it’d happen so soon… Cross.”

He let you pull away to look him in the eyes. Ugly tears made your cheeks glisten at him in the sunlight. “The only place left is the sea…”

His expression turned sad. “Y/n. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Horror told me about it.” You sniffled and rubbed the tears and snot off your face. Gross… “After Killer gave me that candy.”

“Killer made you a monster candy?”

“Yeah.” You grabbed your sleeve and pulled it up to reveal the lack of scars to your companion. “Healed most of this. Apparently, he accidentally wanted to convert me or something when he added the intent. Horror noticed and explained the situation. Cross.” You grabbed his arm. “I can’t live up here anymore. No one but you guys know I exist. If I died… no one would know… or care.”

“Y/n…” He leaned down to hug you again. “It’s a big decision. You can’t just-.”

“Cross.” You interrupted him. “I’ve already thought about it. I have no one else. Please.”

He sighed heavily. “…Okay. But it will take a while and you’ll need to adjust your diet before diving in head first.”

“…Was that a diving pun?”

You could feel him grin over your shoulder. “Maybe~.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

[stardust-sunset]

Why did that Anon even compare Brody to Joshua having a kid??! Also is that even true because if that’s not public knowledge what an awful thing to do. There’s a reason Joshua Boone doesn’t have social media. I will never understand this fandom’s obsession with knowing every little detail of this casts private life outside the show. Brody has missed maybe 3 shows in the past month……. Like that’s not that much at all. And every single cast member deserves time off if they feel they need to miss a show or 2! Ponyboy is literally onstage for pretty much the whole show!

that’s what i’m saying like i was considering bringing it up like how do they know he has a kid 😭😭 he’s a private person anyway? like?? how do they know that lmfao that’s not public knowledge. anyway it’s stupid to compare people’s absences. like not discrediting any other character because they’re really hard roles to play but like you said, ponyboy is onstage through the whole play???? like huh?

also that anon message made no sense because they started by bitching about the fact brody missed shows but then they started bitching at me for saying it’s good he seems to be enjoying his job again lmfao-also i hope that anon comes back because i’m curious. how do you know josh has a kid since it’s not public knowledge? im pretty sure it’s just the same people on tiktok who seem to have no problem with body shaming him and whatnot. i’m pretty sure i know who that anon is anyway since a few weeks back they decided to ty to fight me about certain things and they’re the only person on this site who seems so anti brody.

also yeah. it’s weird how people want to know every bit of info about these people’s lives. it’s the worst in this fandom. ive never seen a fandom this hellbent on dissecting people’s personal lives. also brody is very good at listening to his body. and if he’s listening to his body and his body is telling him he can’t do the show he’s allowed to miss a show. these people are so entitled to think brody isn’t allowed to miss a show. it’s the same thing with the people who bitch about sky. like stop? the cast missing a show is no one’s business like goodbye. these people are so funny because they stay on anon to send me these hate filled messages because they know i don’t give a shit and i will tear them to shreds because they are CREEPS.

again i’m not saying you have to like him. but don’t be rude to me about it. it’s so easy to just not say the shit these people say to me lmfao-not to bring it up again but why am i the only person that these people go to about hating brody? i’m not the only one on here who supports him so why do i have to deal with all the hate towards him which in turn leads to people bitching to me?

anyway. sorry i complain but i just needed to vent that out. anti brody anon, that’s kinda weird that you’re comparing brody to someone who has a kid…and also how do you know josh has a kid? it’s not public knowledge as far as i know. and that’s creepy. also i hope that the prev anon (not you anon but the other anon) comes back. dm me. send me another ask. i fucking dare you.

[albatmobile]

and even when the sky falls, I’ll be there pt. 3

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𓅪 Rated: M | 3.1k includes: angst, fluff

𓅪 established fem!reader x jason todd, fem!reader x roy harper, eventual fem!reader x Jason Todd x roy harper

The earthquakes start that same night, taking down entire cities as unstable energy from Earth’s core is released into the mantle. 

Time is never guaranteed, you know this, but you still can’t help but wish for just a bit more of it.

“Flash has been in the speed force since this morning,” Roy hesitantly tells you, not sure if you’re in a state to hear it, but the fate of the world was hanging in the balance. He needs you to come back to him. He needs you to be present.

There’s no more time for you to wallow in your zombie-like state.

Batman calls an impromptu meeting and you don Catwoman’s leather bodysuit for the last time. Roy, the kind man he is, had washed it at some point, so it’s no longer stained with your lover’s blood, though you know the fibers still carry it deep in their threads. In this way, it’s a deep-set, stubborn stain and a morbid reminder that death doesn’t leave so easily. 

“You know, you wear it better than she ever did,” Roy says. You snort lightly, knowing he’s just trying to get your mind off of what happened last time you’d worn it. “Sorry,” he sighs, “I’ve, uh, never been too good at goodbyes. Not that this will be one, though!” he hastily adds at your quirked brow. “It’s been a crazy ride. No matter what happens, I’m glad we had these few weeks together.” His light green eyes twinkle, sending your stomach into a frenzy of butterflies. “It’s been… a gift.”

If there was any way to say fuck-all and stay with him in this safe haven, you’d take it in a heartbeat. Anything to stay with him for just a moment longer without the fate of the world weighing down on you like a thick smog.

“It has,” you say, taking his hands into your own. “But it’s not over yet, remember?”

That’s exactly what he’d told you during the last battle.

After all the support he’s given you, now it’s your chance to return the favor.

“Of course,” he sighs. “Even if it is us just waiting around to see if we die or not.”

You laugh lightly, “Yep. At least we’ll be the first ones to know.” He winces slightly. “I was just joking.”

“It’s the truth, though. We’re all relying on that replacement core, but what if it doesn’t draw enough energy to replace what Apokolips has already destroyed of it? What if, no matter what, we’re fucked?” He rubs at the crease in between his brows. “We can’t ignore the fact that Superman doesn’t have the composition to get anywhere close to the heat that surrounds it anyway. It’s like the more I think about this plan, the more holes I find in it. It’s essentially all relying on this damn suit.”

Whatever remains of your heart breaks. You’ve never seen Roy so disheartened.

Batman, alongside Superman, end up creating a replacement energy core using an energy-secured capsule that can hold Captain Atom. Superman is then supposed to use a specialized suit that will, hopefully, allow him to withstand the environment, as well as the radiation, surrounding the Earth’s core. Batman, however, only had time to create one suit, thus the fate of the world rests on Superman alone to get the replacement core into place. 

You just hope it’ll be enough.

It’s a plan with many flaws, as Roy’s pointed out many times, which does nothing to calm your nerves. Regardless, you’re determined to remain as upbeat as you can. Even though it might be your last hour on Earth, at least you’re here with Roy. 

Flash is set to return from The Speed Force, but the big leagues aren’t waiting around to see if it’s going to work. Rather, Superman and Batman are busy bustling around your new base of operations in Happy Harbor. They’re hoping to use the volcano at Mount Justice to more easily infiltrate down to the Earth’s core. 

Heat-resistant drones were inserted into the volcano’s branch vents and have been digging down through lava chambers and through to the mantle. At this point, they haven’t stopped digging since they started, which was a week after you’d lost Jason. Even in this short time, the few remaining drones are nearing the outer core and are set to shut down a few miles short of breaching it.

When you actually arrive to the main scene, Captain Atom is already fully integrated into the replacement core with Batman helping Superman suit up. You watch silently as Batman points out certain switches and buttons as he straps the man of steel into, well, a prison of steel. The bulky suit seems to be the base of the suit Batman had used to fight Superman all those years ago and the irony doesn’t seem to be lost on either of them. 

It’s not exactly the same, though. Batman’s been tinkering away at the suit ever since he’d finished the drones, modding it specifically for the obstacles of the mission. The most significant change is the addition of nth metal, compliments of Hawkgirl and the Thanagarians, to the already titanium exterior in hopes that it’ll be enough to withstand the extreme heat. 

Then, it’s time.

Batman nods once, but Superman seems to understand the unsaid goodbye after years of knowing the man of such few words. 

Now, everyone’s gathered on the platform stationed at the mouth of the volcano, but Roy tugs you away.

It’s hot as fuck up there, so you don’t complain when he leads you down to the beach below. There are a few stragglers hanging around in the vicinity of the dirty, soot-covered sand the two of you plop down in, but they’re far enough away that they can’t hear you.

“It could work,” you say, though you can hear the dregs of doubt that litter your words. “It, at least, seems more solid than what I’d originally thought coming here,” you school your voice better this time and Roy has the decency to nod, if only to quell a tiny bit of your anxiety.

The sand you’d scooped up streams through the cracks in your fingers into little piles in front of you and Roy. It reminds you of an hourglass and the heavy feeling in your stomach that follows has you stopping in your tracks. Your soot-dirtied palm stills midway from picking up another handful of sand, knowing your fate is just around the corner- that you’ll come face to face with it in mere minutes. 

You are not afraid. 

Scratch that-

The Earth rumbles out another, albeit marginally smaller, earthquake. Still, the quake produces enough force that Roy ends up covering over you to protect you with his body.

When the shaking finally subsides moments later, you find that Roy’s arms still remain around you. You relax into his hold but nudge his head with yours until he finally shifts back enough to come face-to-face with you. 

“I…” he huffs and his eyes crinkle slightly in the process out of aggravation. “I’m not good at this kind of thing.”

“So you keep telling me,” you tease through the steady forming tears in your eyes.

He wipes your tears away before they can even spill. “Please don’t cry, gorgeous.”

“Sorry,” you apologize with a tiny laugh.

His touch on your cheeks lingers until he gently caresses your cheek. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

You nod. “I…” you trail off.

I love you.

“I know,” he insists, his eyes search yours earnestly. “I want forever with you, too.”

Your happy laughter bubbles into tears when the weight of the situation settles down on you again. Roy has a habit of taking you out of your worrying, but it doesn’t mean he can completely prevent it. At least not forever.

You can’t help it, but you break down. Roy’s right there to keep you together.

Moments pass, looking into each other’s eyes. You don’t know how long it’ll take, but you try not to think about it and fight your racing thoughts to remain in the moment.

It feels like hours and, yet nothing at all as Roy holds you close, hands sifting through your hair like it’s the only thing keeping him present. Waiting is a constant debilitating, internally wrought, sickly dread that consumes every sense with tar-like tentacles. With so much riding on this one plan, it’s hard not to let the worry consume you while the seconds heavily tick by.

Screams.

Roy releases you momentarily to search around.

The others on the beach come closer to ask if you know what the screaming’s about, but you hardly know anything that’s going on.

“Did it work?” you ask, but it seems like everyone’s just as confused as you are.

Heads turn as everyone looks around for answers but find none.

Suddenly, there’s a huge rumble that’s grand enough to send boulders tumbling down to the beach. The loudest thunder you’ve ever heard in your life crashes against your eardrums, washing directly over Roy’s rampant concerns.

“That one side of the mountain is going to cave in,” Roy repeats again, shaking you out of your stupor. He doesn’t need to say any more for you to realize what it means. 

It didn’t work…

Why wasn’t it working???

Seconds tick by, then Wonder Woman drops Batman and the other League members off onto the sand while rocks on the other side continue to tumble. Everyone from retired superheroes to mutant kids who look fresh out of elementary school scatter around frantically, looking for some kind of direction, some kind of plan B, but there’s nothing of the sort.

The Amazon flies back up one last time to grab the last remaining member from the platform. Batman.

“Superman’s vital signs cut off,” Batman states gravely once his feet hit the unsteady ground.

“What are we going to do?” Wonder Woman trails off, looking around for an answer, but there’s none to find. “Is there anything we can do?” Her voice grows increasingly worried, which does nothing to quell the sinking feeling settling uncomfortably in your stomach. 

The rumbling only continues to intensify.

Batman’s silence is deafening.

You’re fucked.

You’re all fucked.

After all this bullshit, after all this fucking planning and you’re still fucked.

Roy seems to understand this at the same time you do because he focuses his attention on soothing you. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m right here,” he says, looking awkwardly toward Batman for some reason, but you can’t dwell on it long. Hell, you can hardly question it when you only have mere moments left with him.

You waste no time in capturing his lips with your own before he can say some dumb shit like, ‘It’ll be okay.’

You don’t care about the stragglers on the beach, it’s your last fucking moments alive and all be damned if you aren’t going to get some sort of fucking action. 

You forcibly push Roy backward, giggling when he lets out a shocked, not to mention disappointed, grunt when his ass hits the ground. He doesn’t have time to question the action before you’re climbing into his lap and guiding the rest of his body down to the dirty sand below. You take a moment to appreciate his mundane beauty that seems nearly ethereal to you in your last moments. How the black, clouded sky does nothing to dull his radiant, effervescent charm. Your fingers trickle through his soft hair as the fiery strands tangle with the ashes and scattered shells that litter the beach below.

It’s hard to close your eyes because you want to revel in Roy’s beauty forever, but, nonetheless, they slide closed as his mouth moves slowly and tenderly against yours. It’s the last thing you’ll ever do and you know it, so you breathe your remlaining life into the kiss until Roy’s responding just as desperately.

His hands shamelessly move from the small of your waist to the globes of your leather-clad ass with a guttural moan. You find yourself inadvertently bucking into him when you hear a cacophony of screaming.

“YOU HAVE TO GO BACK!” Wonder Woman’s yelling from somewhere close beside you. “GO BACK AND STOP THIS!”

You gasp, trying to pull away, but he pulls you right back in to prevent you from seeing whatever horrors are descending. Tears trail from your cheeks to splatter across his freckled ones as you force yourself to focus on his tender touch.

“GO BACK!” More desperate pleas join in.

The screams only continue to get louder and, this time, Roy finally pulls away. 

A burst of red and yellow comes into focus and stops right in front of your tangled pile of limbs.  

Flash.

“Uh,” he scratches at the back of his head, looking around confused, “I don’t think that worked.” He puts his hands on his hips as he faces Roy’s way again. “The world is still ending and shit, right?”

Roy nods, unable to formulate a further response.

Wonder Woman and Batman sidle up to the group. Her panic is palpable enough that Flash backs up when she reaches him. Her strong arms grip Flash by the shoulders as she hurriedly relays, “It didn’t work. None of it worked.”

Batman finally speaks up, “You need to go back and stop this all from ever happening, Barry.” 

Barry?

Panic sets in as her words settle over you. 

You pull away from Roy’s bruised lips realizing you aren’t ready to give this all up. You don’t want to remove what happened between the two of you from existence. 

You can’t.

You refuse.

One look down at Roy proves he’s already thinking the same.

“You can’t!” you exclaim helplessly before you can even realize the words have escaped.

Both of them turn their attention to your precarious position with confusion written all over their faces. 

"Aren’t you, er," Flash trails off. All the while, he looks down at the two of you, still in each other's arms, with obvious hesitation before clearing his throat and trying again, "Weren’t you with Red Hood?”

You hope the glare you give him is enough to kill. Well, maybe not actually, considering he’s essentially your last hope, but still, the sentiment remains.

What confuses you even more is Flash also looks awkwardly at Batman as he addresses your new relationship. Batman, though, seems more preoccupied with saving a group of remaining League Members from debris coming from the collapsing mountain.

“Seriously?” Roy sighs, finally releasing his hands from your ass to help you stand on the shaky ground. 

“What?” He at least has the decency to look somewhat abashed.

“Barry, I’m like 50% of the reason she’s even still breathing right now. It killed me to see someone I cared about, to see her like that,” Roy says, shaking his head. “I wanted to help however I could. For Hood’s sake and hers. And y’know, maybe selfishly my own, too.” The redhead looks down in shame, but you’re right there with a comforting squeeze on his bicep. 

At this Flash’s, well, Barry’s face falls.

Even Wonder Woman looks at you with that same pitying look you’ve resented all these weeks. 

“Don’t worry,” Flash tries to calm the lot of you, though his confidence, or lack thereof, leaves something to be desired. “I’m going to fix this. I’m going to fix everything. I know what I need to do.”

It does just the opposite.

“You see,” you sigh, looking at Roy from the corner of your eyes, “there’s a slight problem with that.”

Wonder Woman glares at Flash, growling, “We’re running out of time. There are no more ‘slight problems,’ only the main, big one.” She motions aggressively to where Batman stands solemnly, overlooking the remnants of his failed plan.

Flash makes to run off, but you can’t let this be it.

No, you won’t allow it.

It’s a knee-jerk reaction, one you don’t even realize you’ve made until his red costume is firmly clenched in your grip.

“Wait!” you exclaim. You grab his shoulder forcefully, all while scanning around the area desperately. “Does anyone have paper?” 

It’s then that you look down to find all the loose paperwork that litters the ground and waste no time gathering it up. You see The League’s crest at the top of the page and assume this will be enough to convince Jason that, yes, this is real. 

You don’t have any time left to search for a pen and realize there’s only one way you’ll be able to write anything. If anything, you hope that this will further cement to Jason that it’s actually you writing this to him.

Wasting no more time, you remove Catwoman’s mask from your head. You rip one of Roy’s arrows from his quiver and cut a long, shallow line right above your eyebrow, using the excessive spillage as ink with your finger as the quill. As savage as the spot you picked sounds, it’s a lot less painful and more fruitful than cutting anywhere else. Anywhere else, per se, like your finger, wouldn’t have produced nearly enough to write what you need to say with such little time remaining. 

This doesn’t stop the Flash and Roy from staring at you in absolute horror as the entire right side of your face becomes coated in a curtain of crimson.

“Babe, what the fuck?” Roy’s voice is guarded as he rips the arrow out of your hand, wincing at the blood that drips from his grip as he does. 

“What?” You look up from the beginnings of your crude writing. “We’re all about to die in this timeline regardless,” you say with a shake your head like it’s the most obvious thing in this ending world. “I need myself to know that you took care of me,” you look up shyly, “that you love me.” You hold back your tears for the league member’s sake and continue writing.

When you’re done, you hand him the wet paper with your clean hand. Flash stays for a brief moment more, watching as your attention settles fully on the redheaded man next to you. 

Roy wastes no time in gathering you into his arms, drawing you in for a chaste kiss with his chapped lips that causes your heart to swell at the bittersweet situation. The kiss quickly deepens into something more passionate, like he’s draining all the life he has left into it- into you. 

You look around at the remaining members as they take in their final moments, then focus back on Roy. Your rock, your love. 

“I should’ve done that when you first asked me last week,” he chuckles somewhat bitterly. 

“Oh, you’re telling me?” you laugh with tears in your eyes as your lips meet again.

The world is ending.

The world is ending and you have Roy.

You pull away from his lips, opening your eyes just in time to see a white flash spawn across the expanse of the sky and consume it just as fast as it appeared.

It’s actually over.

A/N: I'm a loser if u wanna know my calculations for how long it took superman to reach the core check out the author notes here

next chap is the last one!! (i had to split it in two bc the next scene is so long lmao)

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[my-castles-crumbling]

Hey Cas, idk if this matters to the what I'm gonna say because I am not planning this in the slightest but it's talkative mom anon.

My brother's not helping and I don't have anyone else to talk to rn so... is that sad? I feel like that's a bit sad.

(Just a bit of a warning I talk about a relative passing away a lot in this)

Anyway I wanted to vent about this specific thing that I remembered that still makes me so angry.

So basically my grandmother (on my moms side) passed away around 2 years ago. Actually yesterday was her birthday. Anyway, I live abroad and she died before we could get back to the US, so I didn't get to say goodbye. Which crushed me. I was very close to her. She was one of my favorite people ever.

So we went back to the US for the funeral which meant I was missing the first 2 months of school. But instead of letting me take those two months to process my grief my mom made me do school online. Which meant that

1. I was the only person in my entire class that was online and

2. I was doing school from 8 pm to midnight because of time difference. (She only made me do school for half the school day so I should be more grateful 🙄)

Neither her or my dad worked online or otherwise the entire 2 months we were there. I think I remember her making me do school the night of the funeral as well (like wtf).

It didn't help that my dad got an air bnb that was in the basement of a person's house who was living there, on a farm, had cockroaches, was a 30 minute drive from our relatives, and had 2 bedrooms which meant I was sleeping on a pullout. Which is completely fine for a week or 2 but it was 2 months without a room to myself. My bed was right in front of the bathroom so if I was asleep (after midnight because school) my brother would climb on my bed and wake me up to get to the bathroom. Again that was fine. What pissed me off was that as soon as I was awake I was expected to put the pullout away so i didn't inconvenience my parents. If they found me awake and still in bed in the morning then I wasn't allowed a bed anymore and had to put it away.

So I didn't have a room, was being woken up by my brother every night, and wasn't even allowed to lay in bed for 5 extra minutes while doing school until midnight while my parents weren't working at all, all while grieving my grandma I didn't get to say goodbye to.

I would also like to mention that I don't like physical touch from people sometimes and my parents (specifically mom) like to make fun of me for it. And for a year after my grandma died when I told her I wasn't comfortable with hugging right now she would guilt me into hugging her because "I can't hug my mom anymore so you have to hug me" when I was still processing and grieving over my grandmas death.

Sorry for rambling. Again. Thank you, your answer to my last ask was so kind and helpful.

Hi hon!

Honestly, it sounds like your family has a bit of trouble with boundaries and with respecting your needs. I'm so sorry that's happening, I know how invalidating that can feel.

Remember that just people that's happening, it doesn't make your feelings or needs any less real or valid. You also have a right to (respectfully and kindly) say what you need. Because these are adults acting this way, this can be scary and you need to be respectful, but you can say, for example, "This is my body and I have a right to say I don't want a hug right now. It's nothing against you." And then you don't have to feel guilty when your mom reacts negatively. Her feelings are HER problem.

It's okay to set boundaries. It's actually very healthy.

[my-mt-heart]

Hi MT,

Im french and i needed to vent about something. I watched the finale when it aired in english. I cried and screamed with joy when he said i love you.

But i rewatched in yesterday, and for the first time, in french. I could not wait to hear "je t aime", also because i love the french voice actor who is quite famous here in the "dubbing" world. But i disgress.

So i watched it in french, with my popcorn, ready to hear "je t aime" . Guess what?

They translated it in... "i care about you, you know" and she answered the same.

I am fucking mad.

What were they afraid of?? That we dont consider it platonic enough?? Im curious to know how it went in other languages, if anyone can help....

I mean if in the original language they were not afraid to use i love you, platonicwise or not, why would they change it in french?? Its bad enough that all the other carylers hates us now because of te spin off 🤣 (joking... hopefully)

That said, Caryl is not the only one who suffered from it.

Rosita's "i'm glad it was you in the end" became "im proud of what you became" which litteraly doesnt mean... the same at all

The guy in the helicopter said to Rick something like "its like HE told you", dont remember the exact words but it definitely was a HE, and it became "I told you". In one case, you hear abt a mysterious character that viewers will probably meet in the spin off, in the other case it means nothing special. Please correct me if im wrong now i have doubts. It was a HE right?? In english

Anyway, i can tell u that it definitely wasnt i love you in french and im pissed beyond mesure.

Im sorry that i cant bring anything positive, i just needed to talk abt it with someone. My friends watch twd but they dont care abt shipping ...🤷‍♀️ lol

Also, now i know that even when i love the french actors that beautifully dubbs my favorite characters's voice, its still better to watch it in the original language... so much is lost in translation, or worse

Some languages translated “I love you” in a romantic context, others didn’t. It’s a really tedious task going through scripts and making notes to avoid miscommunication, and some things unfortunately get overlooked. I don’t think that’s the case here though. The real issue has nothing to do with the dubbing at all, it was the insistence on keeping Caryl’s relationship ambiguous. We can talk about body language and micro expressions all day, but the bottom line is Caryl fans shouldn’t have been expected to connect the dots for themselves after waiting years for the payoff. It was an obvious marketing ploy, a way to put a band-aid on the spinoff fiasco while making it safe enough to reinvent Daryl in the spinoff 🤦‍♀️

The thing is, Caryl fans still cherish that milestone in their relationship. Daryl spoke with conviction. It was a promise, not a goodbye as some have put it, so how the hell are we supposed to buy that he’s feeling uncertain again in the spinoff? How is that “tension” going to make us feel anything other than irritated? Carol is riding Daryl’s bike, crossing a damn ocean, and probably retracing his steps to find him. What’s Daryl doing to get back to her, specifically her, not just “people.” Not just “them.” 🤨 I don’t want to waste my time looking for subtle clues here and there. If the payoff starts with Carol, that’s whose story I want to follow to get there.

Sorry, I had some venting to do myself. I have no clue about the helicopter scene lol

[fluentmoviequoter]

Okay so in 7x08 Hondo finds out from Nichelle (who was told by Annie lol) that Deac is retiring and there are a couple of scenes with the photo of OG team and Hondo's being all "Street just left, Luca retired, I can't lose Deac too" and this genuinely seems perminent.

Looking through the lens of final season I thought hum, whatever, okay, who cares, it's ending anyways. But now that obviously isn't true and I just cannot wrap my mind around the fact that writers have dug themselves a pretty weird hole. I guess it could've been worse and someone could've been killed off but still, all the heartfell goodbyes now make no sense if they are just going to reverse it and bring those characters back (which I will forgive them in that case because I don't care, I just want my men back) or, in my very biased opinion, if they don't bring them back you have... two main characters and a bunch of new kids which is literally now just a new show. And unfortunately, they didn't do their new characters justice at development either. I love them, but their stories just feel empty and fall flat in comparison to the OG team we knew.

I'm seriously curious how they managed to get yet another season when all the perception I saw about this season has been negative 🤷🏿‍♀️ And digging themselves out of this hole will be so hard for them, especially if they don't bring some/all the OGs for at least third or half of a season. They have 22 episodes so for their sake I hope they do the smart decision but looking at this dumpsterfire of a season, I'm not really holding my breath.

(Sorry for the lengthy message, I just had to vent a little)

~🧡

Annie Kay, mind your own business.😭

Don't apologize for the lengthy message! Thank you for sharing!

I actually watched a YouTube clip of the scene where Deacon says, "I wanted to be the one to tell you" but I didn't know Annie told Nichelle! One thing I did appreciate about that scene is the Hondo seemed genuinely upset that 20-David was breaking apart and wasn't the squad he had grown to love and trust anymore. That said, thank you for putting it in context and sharing all these great thoughts with me!!

I agree that the writers have put themselves and the characters in a very strange position going into season 8! Part of what makes it so weird to me is that from the very beginning of this season (even the announcement that the cancellation had been revoked), the writers claimed that everything would be tied together and ended nicely. And then with the s8 news, they've now added "but it also sets up another season." Because, like, you can't do both at the same time in my opinion. You can end it, or you can keep opportunities open for the next season. As you said, they've taken away those opportunities by ending story lines and eliminating character roles from the team and the show.

Your opinion on the flat characters and how the original cast was written out doesn't sound biased to me! It really does feel like a new show with every cast replacement they do, and unless they bring back the fan favorites who were there from day 1, I honestly don't see the point in watching or keeping the show on. You're 100% correct in saying it's a new show now, and it's not as good as it was.

"Looking at this dumpsterfire of a season" made me laugh!🤣 I was actually just talking to someone about how it got renewed. CBS claims that it's still one of their most-watched shows and averages 8.8 million or something viewers per episode (plus all the Netflix streams). HOWEVER, a bunch of people watching it doesn't mean it is good or needs to stay on! If they read any of the reviews or feedback, they'd know this! They're looking at numbers and not feedback, I think, which is the only reason they decided to keep it on. Personally, I'll be very surprised if s8 has many viewers as it airs.

Again, I wholly agree that the hole that they dug themselves into is a tricky one. If they continue without Luca, Street, and Deacon, they're going to lose a good number of viewers, but if they bring them back they run a risk of just making s7 pointless. In which case, people may assume s8 will be just as futile and inconsequential as s7. In the end, either way, they kinda screwed themselves. It seems like a lose/lose situation, and after a season of bad reviews and people begging for their favorite characters back, the future of S.W.A.T. seems pretty dismal.

Thank you again for sharing your thoughts and if there's any other spoilers or anything you want to discuss or share with me, I'd love that! (I've heard that the whole Luca getting shot story line was poorly done, so if you have an opinion on that, I'm all ears👀)

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

Sorry this turned more into me venting than a question lol. Your blog just kinda feels like a safe space 🙃

My appreciation for jungkook has grown so much this year. I've just never seen an idol genuinely care and appreciate his fans the way jk does. I know he goes above and beyond, so what he does shouldn't be expected... but I can't help but feel a bit disappointed that no other member has gone live. Maybe it'll change in the next few hours, but if it doesn't, then it just sucks because don't they want to say goodbye to us? We're not gonna see them for 18 months :( I know they did the group live but it was so chaotic 😅 I would think they might want to do a solo one to just say everything that's on their mind like jungkook did. I know a lot of people have been coming for jk about parasocial relationships and whatnot, but I honestly believe it goes both ways. Like you could just feel how much he cares by the way he stops and makes sure to greet and bow at every fan or the way he always rolls down his car window no matter what (even when we don't deserve it). I've seen how other idols sometimes just walk past fans/crowds without a glance. Jk comes on lives just to chat with us, while other idols usually only go on when they're promoting. Jungkook isn't my bias, so maybe that's why I'm feeling a bit hurt and jealous lol... how are you handling the enlistment news?

Thanks! My blog is always a safe space for asks like these! <3

It's true that Jungkook has really connected with Army this year. He's always loved us, but I think now he feels so much more confident being himself around us and has developed the kind of relationship he wants with us, so he's much more comfortable going live. Maybe before negative comments affected him more, and he was careful in what he said or did, but now that he can shrug off the haters and be himself fully, I think he's gotten closer to us and our relationship has improved! I think Armys really became friends to Jungkook in a way we weren't before. But maybe I'm wrong. I've only been Army since 2019, and the COVID era was an anomaly. Jungkook also had more free time to go live in the beginning of the year compared to before.

But, yeah, all the other members went live! Jimin went live for a short while, I think V went live too (I'm not sure), but he shared many pics and goodbye letters so that was enough! I'm not sure if RM went live but I think he might've a while back. He shared so many pics, letters, song recs, etc. though - his goodbye letter was so Namjoon and more than enough... I think they all said goodbye. Jimin probably did the least, but since he doesn't seem to take pics and doesn't know what to say during lives, I think he went more quietly.

The parassocial accusations for Jungkook are pure bullshit. Kpop stans need to unlearn that word. That man has drawn clear limits - he's told stalkers off multiple times, said fans need to deal if he does something they don't want even though he understands everyone likes different things (ie. Seven explicit lyrics) - so I don't get why JK calling Armys his girlfriends (usually when they ask) or talking about how much he loves us is such a big deal. I'm sure if any fan seriously told him not to date someone because Army was his girlfriend, he'd tell them off politely.

I think people just want to assume the worst of Jungkook. And kpop stans sadly hate other stans so they can never understand the idea of an idol genuinely liking their fans...

Anyway, I thought I was going to be so heartbroken when Jungkook left but I'm too sick (with the flu) and busy with work to process it. I still can't believe Suga is enlisted... He went so quietly it feels like he's just in one of his phases where he goes off the grid lmao.

Tbh, even with Jin and Hobi, though I miss Jin especially, what I miss most is the group and not any individual member. I'll miss Jungkook a lot though for sure - just not now.

BTS is all enlisted... There is no BTS now... They'll come back in two years... I think it's too early for us to process what this means. For the next few months nothing much will change. We already have content lined up. But somewhere down the line, it'll hit us more.

Thanks for the ask! How are you coping with the enlistment?

[nagitos-hopeful-opinions]

Daily Vent #7:

I can’t believe it.

I am…still in complete shock. I’m still trying to process what even happened.

Do you want to know what happened when I went to talk to my remaining classmates?

As it turns out, these “friends” were all Reserve Course students!

Three of them, to be precise.

I could immediately tell just by looking at them. After all, those black and white uniforms stand out like a sore thumb compared to the brown and white ones that true Hope’s Peak students wear.

When I saw this, as you’d all probably expect, I confronted my classmates about this in the most civil way I could.

But, as you’d also probably expect, everyone got really defensive.

For starters Fuyuhiko, the Ultimate Yakuza, told me to “piss off and leave everyone there (which apparently included his sister), the fuck alone.”

Now, I obviously don’t blame Fuyuhiko for having such talentless waste of space for a sister. He can’t help who shares blood with. However, she should have the decency to not try and attend the same school as her superior sibling in a pathetic attempt to try and be on par with an Ultimate like him.

Then Hiyoko, the Ultimate Traditional Dancer, began to hurl insults at me for ruining Mahiru (the Ultimate Photographer)’s meetup with “Sato”.

But if Mahiru had simply dropped contact with Sato as soon as she became an Ultimate, then there wouldn't be anything to become “ruined” in the first place. Removing dead weight is a necessary sacrifice for the sake of fully dedicating oneself to their talent if they're an Ultimate. Even if said dead weight is someone you’ve known for a long time.

And then there’s…that guy.

His name is Hajime, apparently. And...he has to be the worst one of them all.

Not only does he have the nerve to willingly become a part of the Reserve Course department despite being talentless filth, but he somehow managed to befriend an Ultimate despite the two of them not knowing each other before attending Hope’s Peak.

To think that Chiaki Nanami, the Ultimate Gamer, the class representative, could not only become friends with a Reserve Course student…but also be in a relationship with one.

I don’t know how he managed to seduce an Ultimate despite not having even an iota of talent, but just simply imagining how he managed it fills me with so much anger. Honestly, even if Mahiru and Sato were in a relationship, at least there would be the excuse of them being long time friends. But…Chiaki and Hajime somehow being a couple…

It makes me feel...despair.

Anyways, the moment I figured out what this Hajime had done, I obviously confronted him about it.

And to put a long story short…things got physical.

I woke up in the infirmary a few hours afterwards.

But that’s not even the worst part.

Because of what happened, my homeroom teacher was informed about it. Actually, she spoke to me not long after I regained consciousness. She basically said to me that because of my “concerning behaviour” and the supposed “real possibility that I can cause harm to other students”, I'm going to be…suspended. Hahaha…

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS IS A JOKE! A COMPLETE AND UTTER DISGRACE! WHY AM I GETTING PUNISHED FOR DEFENDING THE INTEGRITY OF THIS VERY ACADEMY AND IT’S TRUE STUDENTS?! THEY NEED TO BE PUNISHED FOR MEMERLY OCCUPYING THE SAME SPACE AS ULTIMATES! AND I KNOW I’M NOT ALONE IN THIS WAY OF THINKING! YOU GUYS AGREE WITH ME, RIGHT?! YOU GUYS NEVER TOLD ME WHAT I WAS SAYING WAS WRONG, SO THAT MEANS I’M NOT WRONG! I JUST KNOW IT!!

…I think I’m going to stop posting to this account. It has served its purpose by this point.

It’s clear to me that something like this isn’t enough. If I want to truly spread more hope into the world, I need to take matters into my own hands.

So, this will be my final vent.

From the bottom of my heart, I want to sincerely thank each and every one of you that somehow found my blog. I wish that I could have ended things in a less…despairful way, but there’s no point continuing this blog anymore. Sorry, everyone.

Goodbye, everyone. May your futures be filled with only the brightest rays of hope the world can offer!

[webslingingslasher]

babe i’m here to vent (it’s gonna be more of an update rant even tho i can’t update u if never gave u any info in the first place)

- so at the beginning of the school year i had a crush on this guy—whom we shall call blueberry—but he’s only in one of my classes and i don’t rlly know much about him other than his major and insta. so one day i see he has a NGL on his story and i show my friends, who then try to get me to say i have a crush on him bc it’s anonymous and he wouldn’t know but as we all may guess, i’m a coward. my friend ended up saying “one of her friends has a crush on you” to which he proceeded to answer with something along the lines of “i don’t really care about relationships and stuff like that at the moment” so i was like okay, that’s fine it’s just a silly schoolgirl crush anyway UNTIL THIS GUY LITERALLY PULLS UP WITH A WHOLE GIRLFRIEND TWO DAYS LATER.

- To nobody’s surprise, i was wrong and it wasn’t a silly crush bc i was quite devastated for a bit after but i’ve now recovered from that boy.

- But,

Now I have a new crush. And he’s a walking green flag. We’ll call him airplane. Airplane, blueberry, and two of my friends are all in the year above me and my other friend keeps saying that airplane is more likely to date the one in the year above me (who also finds him cute) because they’re in the same year (which tbh kinda makes me feel bad abt myself but that’s a different story).

- Some info abt airplane: he’s hella cute, tall, incredibly kind, funny and he’s in film. FILM. LIKE????

- Anyway, a couple days ago i was with my two friends and airplane and we were all joking around but one of them had to leave and a couple minutes later the other one did too which left me alone with him and he just kept joking around around, keeping the same conversation from earlier going. after some time, he had to go to the restroom and i waited for him but i had to leave at one point so i left him a note:

hey,

i’m sorry i had to go but i didn’t want to just leave without saying bye. thank you for the jokes, had a great time.

and i put my name on it but everyone’s telling me i should’ve put my number on it too but as i mentioned earlier—IM A COWARD😭

so that’s my life rn 🤭

-🥝

blueberry: he does anoymous question links. and he's a regular human. not even famous. he's just talking to himself. flexing he doesn't want a relationship bc he thinks it makes girls want him more? we commend the coward in you.

airplane:

girl 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

if you don't TRY he rlly will date the girl in his same year 😭😭😭 can u find him on insta and slide in orrrr... cause, like, bestie, that note sounded like a friendzone 😭😭 didn't even tell the man goodbye - i'm screaming😭😭😭😭

[allofmytoxicity]

A/N; I’m so sorry this is late, life has been... eventful to say the least, and I also was pretty much fully busy unless I was sleeping on Sunday, so yeah... anyways, enjoy the chapter!

Chapter Synopsis; After all of the vents of today, Kaitlyn’s anger reaches a boiling point and she takes it out on Sybil.

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Rage is a Monster Inside

27th June

As we reached the main doors of the Castle, I could do nothing but grab onto Jameson and feel like I never needed to let go. To be honest, it was what I needed at that moment as the rage for Father, and Sybil built up inside of me and would soon be released on the witch that was my sister.

Jameson then slowly released from the hug as I sniffled and released as well as a feeling I could not describe set in at that moment.

“I’ll always love you, you know that right?” I say as the tears start again on both sides.

“I know, and I’ll always love you too. Your sister put us in an impossible situation and you chose the best way out, so before you go thinking that this was your fault, it wasn’t, and neither was it mine,” Jameson said as he took my hands in his.

“On the note of not doing things to ourselves, you are enough, always remember that. I don’t want to somehow end up with both of us in a pit of depression, so don’t drown in your heartbreak either,” I say as we slowly step outside as we say our final ‘goodbyes’ and ‘see you later’s’ for at least a little while.

“Same to you then about the depression pit, don’t drown in it,” Jameson says as I laugh at his statement.

Slowly and gently, we say our final goodbyes as a couple with a dance and then a soft kiss at the end, just to make this feel like the end of one of our casual dates. Like it wasn’t the end of our relationship.

As I watch Jameson leave, I let the tears flow more freely and then turn, the rage finally reaching boiling point as I start to run up to Sybil’s room, red in my vision.

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As I march in and slam the door open, and then close, I spot Alice sitting on Sybil’s bed. The rage dulls slightly as I try not to rip Alice’s head off, but the rage still ever-present.

“Where’s Sybil?” I sharply say to Alice as she turns to where the loud banging of slammed doors came from.

“In Father’s study. She asked me to wait here for her so I could help her do her hair,” Alice says, a questioning look on her face “Why?”

“I’m going to kill her,” I say as the door opens again and Sybil walks through.

“YOU!” I yell, and then lunge at Sybil and then start to punch her a few times before eventually being pulled off by strong arms.

I look around and see Xander holding me back as Alice helps Sybil get up off the floor, while Sybil has a very prominent bleeding nose.

“Let me go,” I grunt at Xander before lunging at Sybil again and trying to strangle her before being pulled off again by Xander, who has a harder grip on me than before knowing how easily I jumped out of his arms to get Sybil again.

“LET ME GO!” I yell out as Xander drags me across the room, further away from my piece of shit sister, while trying to prevent me from committing murder.

“No, no, no, I’m not letting you commit murder on my watch, Why do you want to kill Sybil so badly anyway, I know she takes the piss but-” And at that moment I escaped from Xander’s arms and ran across the room to try and kill Sybil again.

I managed to get to her and started punching and kicking her as Xander tried to pull me back, but this time I was stronger before I yelled at Sybil “YOU BITCH!” and then started to full-on punch her again as the attempts to pull me off of Sybil were weakening as the power in Xander was running out.

“You broke up my relationship to get what you wanted! THERE! I DID IT! ARE YOU HAPPY!” I yelled out before I grew tired and just tried to just start hurting Sybil in any way I could, but Sybil had enough energy from the beating I had given her to flip me, so she was the one on top punching me now as Xander tried to help get her off of me as my vision soon became blurry and my mouth soon filling with the coppery taste of blood as I tried to get out from the position I was in.

Slowly, the noises I was hearing, like Alice screaming and Xander trying to get Sybil off of me soo became a dull ringing in my ears. My vision soon became filled with just black dots. It was from there that it all went black and space and time became unknown things for at least a while.

{----------}

I woke up with a start and had a very tight feeling in my chest. I was pushed back down as my eyes squinted to adjust to the lighting in the room, and as I looked around I saw that Sybil had clearly managed to knock me out by the medical attention I was getting, along with Xander taking up his usual position in my room after I’ve done something like being knocked out, in a chair in the corner, worried.

“Hey,” I manage to get out as my throat feels like it’s on fire.

Xander rushes over, not making the normal clinking sound like when he has armour on. Clearly, someone had forced him to go home and change.

“Hey, Katie. Do you need water or anything?” Xander says as he grabs a cup with a straw in it and I nod, so he brings the cup closer to my face and I drink the water.

“Where are my parents?” I ask, wondering if they even knew about Sybil and I’s brawl.

“They’ve come and gone about every thirty minutes, switching between here and Sybil’s room,” Xander says as I slowly sit up in bed.

“I’m guessing she told her sob story and now Mother and Father believe her and not me?” I ask, knowing that when not explained by a neutral party, it could seem like anyone’s fault.

“No, your parents got Alice and I to say what we saw and then got Sybil to tell her story. She said you were planning her demise anyway and then took the chance to kill her then. I know you didn’t. With what Alice and I said, along with what your Father knows already, you’re both going to be in trouble, but Sybil will be the only one receiving punishment, meanwhile, you’ll get a hard talking to,” Xander said as I breathed out a sigh of relief.

“I can see you’re very glad about that,” He says as I chuckle, finding my voice again so I could reply.

“Yeah. For a long time, Sybil was seen as ‘little miss goody-two-shoes’ whereas she knocks her sisters out if she has the power to pin them down, and blackmails people on a daily basis,” I say, remembering all the times Sybil had hurt me. The newest one hurting the most.

“What did you mean about Sybil breaking up your relationship?” Xander asked, clearly already having thought up answers but waiting for the definitive one that was correct.

“Sybil caught us earlier. Jameson and I. While we were down at the lake, she wandered down, caught us, started to try and blackmail us, and pushed me into the water, that’s why I was wet, and then I said I would tell my Father about my relationship with Jameson, and of course, as predicted, he broke us up,” I said while trying to contain the tears.

Xander just hugs me. He hugs me as he knows how much Jameson meant to me, and the fact that was taken away, he could probably only imagine about a tenth of what I feel. The endless sadness. The constant reminder that he isn’t there and you’re not allowed to see him anymore.

He eventually pulls back and looks me in the eyes before starting to speak.

“Look Katie, now I know you think this is a stupid nickname, but you need things like this now. I stocked up the secret freezer in your room with double chocolate ice cream, as well as getting out all your really comfy clothes to wear. I know you miss him, and I know you’re mad at Sybil, but you can’t just go punching her, even though you have reason to do so. Just don’t fall into a bottomless pit, okay?” Xander says and I look at him, a sad smile gracing itself upon my face.

“Okay.” I say and then Father walks into my room.

“Mr Evermore, I think you should go.”