#I ain’t calling nobody dumb

[chrollohearttags]

when you realize 75% of this app has zero media literacy, the reading comprehension skills of a wet gym sock and the attention span of a fucking goldfish, you won’t feel so bad about your work or take these opinions seriously. Expecting people with a 3rd grade reading level and the plagiarism skills of an amateur thief to have anything good to say about creative writing is asking too much . Lower you expectations.

[kvetcher-in-the-rye]

That's an excerpt from the speech commonly known as "The American Dream". Here's a 5 minute video of it:

..."there’s a reason education SUCKS, and it’s the same reason it will never, ever, EVER be fixed. [...] Because the owners, the owners of this country don't want that. I'm talking about the real owners now, the BIG owners! The Wealthy… the REAL owners! The big wealthy business interests that control things and make all the important decisions.

Forget the politicians. They are irrelevant. The politicians are put there to give you the idea that you have freedom of choice. You don't. You have no choice! You have OWNERS! They OWN YOU. They own everything. They own all the important land. They own and control the corporations. They’ve long since bought, and paid for the Senate, the Congress, the state houses, the city halls, they got the judges in their back pockets and they own all the big media companies, so they control just about all of the news and information you get to hear. They got you by the balls.

They spend billions of dollars every year lobbying, lobbying, to get what they want. Well, we know what they want. They want more for themselves and less for everybody else, but I'll tell you what they don’t want:

They don’t want a population of citizens capable of critical thinking. They don’t want well informed, well educated people capable of critical thinking. They’re not interested in that. That doesn’t help them. Thats against their interests.

Thats right. They don’t want people who are smart enough to sit around a kitchen table and think about how badly they’re getting fucked by a system that threw them overboard 30 fucking years ago. They don’t want that!

You know what they want? They want obedient workers. Obedient workers, people who are just smart enough to run the machines and do the paperwork. And just dumb enough to passively accept all these increasingly shitty jobs with the lower pay, the longer hours, the reduced benefits, the end of overtime and vanishing pension that disappears the minute you go to collect it, and now they’re coming for your Social Security money. They want your retirement money. They want it back so they can give it to their criminal friends on Wall Street, and you know something? They’ll get it. They’ll get it all from you sooner or later cause they own this fucking place! It's a big club, and you ain’t in it! You, and I, are not in the big club.

By the way, it's the same big club they use to beat you over the head with all day long when they tell you what to believe. All day long beating you over the head with their media telling you what to believe, what to think and what to buy. The table has tilted folks. The game is rigged and nobody seems to notice. Nobody seems to care! Good honest hard-working people; white collar, blue collar it doesn’t matter what color shirt you have on. Good honest hard-working people continue, these are people of modest means, continue to elect these rich cock suckers who don’t give a fuck about you….they don’t give a fuck about you… they don’t give a FUCK about you.

They don’t care about you at all… at all… AT ALL. And nobody seems to notice. Nobody seems to care. Thats what the owners count on. The fact that Americans will probably remain willfully ignorant of the big red, white and blue dick thats being jammed up their assholes everyday, because the owners of this country know the truth.

It's called the American Dream,because you have to be asleep to believe it."

[katyawriteswhump]

Freestyle love (Steddie holiday drabble)

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 22 prompt, Sports AU.

Nobody ever wanted Eddie Munson on their swim squad, and uni competition was no different. Until Steve Harrington decided to play by the rules.

WC: 966. Rating: T.

CW: none really. Tags: Enemies to lovers, whump, university/college AU.

***

"Munson's freestyle times smash half the teams.'" Steve pushed his wet hair from his eyes, double-checked the stopwatch. “He’s in."

"That science geek pond-scum?” asked Steve's swim co-captain, standing with him beside the pool. "No way. You read the numbers backwards again, Harrington?"

"Shut up. I’m calling this one."

When Steve broke the news, Munson pulled off his swim-cap and a mass of dark, damp hair tumbled out. “One of your teammates said my tats automatically disqualify me,” said Munson.

“That’s bullshit.” Steve actually found Munson’s freaky tattoos bizarrely compelling. Oh, and the body beneath—all lean rope-like muscle, not massive shoulders, but a decent swimmer’s physique. “We need you. You beat most of the sports scholarship guys.”

“I know.” Munson shrugged. “And you can take my place on your dumb squad and stuff it up their buttholes.”

“What the heck, man? Why did you trial, if you don’t want in?”

“To show you over-privileged frat-house dicks you ain’t special. I qualify every year—you’re just the first knucklehead to notice. Anyhooo.” He poked his tongue out stupidly. Steve planted his hands on his hips and couldn’t glare harder. “I’m off to Who Soc.”

“What Soc?”

Munson’s shoulder clipped Steve’s as he passed—possibly an accident, but he nearly toppled Steve into the pool.

“Screw you, man! Crawl back to your den of Satanist freaks, like I care.”

“Yeah?” Munson poked out his tongue again, wiggled his fingers. “Hexing you, Harrington. Oooooh, bet you’re pissing yourself.”

***

Eddie had simply been getting one back for the little guys, against all those over-pumped numbskulls. 

He still felt bad when he heard what happened at the inter-state semis—some moron dived into the pool on top of Harrington in the shallow end, breaking his leg.

It bugged Eddie. So much he wound up visiting Steve at the hospital.

When Eddie sidled into Steve’s room, Steve’s pale face—peeking from behind his plastered leg in traction—said it all: What the heck?

“Hey,” mumbled Eddie. “Guess I’m the last person you expected.”

“On my list of expected visitors, you were somewhere below Elvis.” Harrington seemed pissed. Also genuinely bewildered.

He was still sexy as hell.

Especially now Eddie couldn’t find it in his cold, metal-loving heart to hate the guy. Mmmm, and was it kinda wrong to wanna lick those well-muscled arms, and picture him shirtless… even when Harrington glowered at him from a hospital bed?

Eddie raised his palms in half-hearted surrender. “I owe you an explanation. I’ve been doing swim trials since Middle School. My time is always good—the place I grew up in was right by a lake—yet nobody ever gave me my place on the squad before. This face never fits.” He gurned a silly grin. “Then you went and flew in the face of all the laws in the universe and offered me ‘in.’ I guess it... blew me away.”

“I was only following the goddamn rules.” Steve grumpily puffed his flatter-than-usual hair from his eyes.

“Yeah, and I was a dick, and the Hex thing was dumb. I didn’t really… you know…”

“I don’t blame you for my stupid accident.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Contrary to popular opinion, I'm not a complete moron. I'm scraping a pass in English Lit, okay?” As the atmosphere softened, Eddie shuffled nearer Steve’s bed. “Good job. Who's gonna keep me here on a sports scholarship now?”

“Sorry, man.”

“Jesus, it’s not your fault!” Up close, Harrington looked exhausted, possibly even in pain, with dark smudgy shadows around his eyes. “You know, you can do something to make this less shit.”

Eddie’s heart squeezed oddly—gratefully? “What?”

“Take my place in the squad.” Steve mumbled toward hands clasped in his lap. “I recorded your times, made it official. The place is yours to claim. I'd tell the team myself… if any of them came to visit.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Nobody’s got time for a swim co-captain who’ll never swim competitively again.” 

A lump clogged Eddie’s throat. Harrington’s face worked strangely, too… Shit, shit, shit! Eddie reached out, tentatively squeezed Steve’s shoulder. Steve looked up sharply, eyes large and liquid. Damn, the boy was tense.

“That stinks,” said Eddie.

“Yeeeah.” Steve’s laugh was shaky, while Eddie’s mind raced: 

“Dude, I’m in a ton of non-sports societies. D & D, model-making, Who Soc… Uh, maybe not that one for you. I can bring a few of the guys and gals here, see if you get into anything.”

“I don’t need YOU to find me friends.” Harrington’s spikiness proved short-lived. He unleashed a resigned sigh: “Look, man, I’m not exactly in the mood for parties, but… If you wanna come back… that would be cool.”

Suddenly, neither of them could look at each other. Eddie’s face was burning. Could he actually be into me?

“Tho’ if you’re not fresh from swim practice when you arrive, I’m not interested, Munson.”

Eddie hooted: “You blackmailing me?”

“I can play dirty, ya know, buck expectations, too.” Steve went in for the kill. He smiled up at Eddie, a proper, hot-as-hell smile, which reached his too-pretty brown eyes. 

Is he hitting on me?!? Eddie gawked like a goldfish.

“See you tomorrow?”

***

On the day of the national finals, Steve watched from the stands. When Eddie slammed home for victory on the final leg of the freestyle relay, Steve was on his feet—okay, propped by his crutches—cheering his head off.

As soon as Eddie could get away, he clambered, wet and dripping, through to the rear of the stands and planted an even wetter kiss on Steve's lips. Steve threw his arms around his boyfriend. It was great to finally be with somebody to whom only the real things in life mattered. 

"Love you, Champ," he whispered in Eddie’s ear.

"Love you, too." Eddie kissed him again.

Victory had never felt so hot.

***

Thanks for reading :) Also part of my steve whump fic series (mainly steddie) on ao3

[kurogxrix]

ATWOW characters in Highschool + music taste HEADCANONS

(neteyam, ao’nung, tsireya, lo’ak, kiri, tuk, rotxo)

[ Modern!au, Tuk is still in elementary school lmao ]

Neteyam

Mr.popular guy at school.

Goes to bother Kiri and embarrass her in front of her friend-group everytime at lunch.

Does after school activities nearly every single day.

My boy is so academically smart.

He doesn’t need tuition, tuition needs him.

Ao’nung defo copies on his homework everyday before class.

He’s the typa guy that prioritizes school before hoes so Neytiri is so shocked (and happy) when he finally brings a girl back home.

All of the teachers love him because he can calm the class down easily.

Not in an annoying teacher’s pet way, in a way that he’s literally homies with everyone so they stfu when he tells them to atp.

He definitely listens to afrobeats you can’t tell me otherwise.

He lives for and PRAISES rema.

His favorite songs are Woman by rema, Last Last by burna boy and No Sleeping by 1da Banton.

He also often listens to old school rap like MF DOOM.

Ao’nung

He’s a player fosho.

Like not the typa player to cheat on his partner but the single typa mf that fucks with many people at a time😭.

He’s definitely into sports like basketball. I think we can all agree w that.

Typa guy to wear a basket ball uni with gold plated chains.

He teases the ‘nerds’ in every single class that he has.

Is a menace like usual.

He smells so strongly of cologne.

Typa guy that would walk around with his varsity jacket if not for him being in his basketball outfit everytime.

Type of guy that has a ‘top 3 most attractive teachers’ list w his friends.

Ao’nung listens to rap theres no other.

Not like playboi carti kinda rap no, bro listens to Lil mosey, YNW melly, blueface and dababy (unironically)

Tsireya

She has GROUPS of girls talking behind her back.

They’re all jealous cuz our girl’s perfect fr.

Has one real friend group and sticks with them.

Nobody has the heart to tell her that girls shit talks her while she’s so nice to them.

Has a stash of pads in her locker incase anyone asks for them cuz she’s a real one‼️🤞🏽.

Walks back home with Lo’ak every single day.

She smells like plumeria 24/7.

She defo listens to pop like pinkpantheress and olivia rodrigo. SZA and doja cat girly.

Lo’ak

He throws wet toilet paper balls at the bathroom walls.

Gets called weekly at the principal’s office and wonders why.

Jake and Neytiri are fed UP.

Walks around with a pair of headphones in the morning because ain’t nobody talking to him while he’s half asleep.

One of his ex friends tried doing that and they ended up w a sore cheek fr. keyword: Ex friend.

Does his homework during lunch and always gets caught by his teachers.

He gives gym rat energy but not the annoying ones (are there even those?)

He’s some teacher’s favorite just like his brother, just cuz he’s the class clown.

Bet y’all the english teacher always laughs a little too suspiciously at his dumb jokes.

As the troublemaker kid, outcast and DEFINITELY his father’s least favorite, it only makes sense that he listens to rock.

Like heavy metal and NU metal.

His favorite band is Aerosmith I can see it.

And his favorite songs are walk this way by Aerosmith and born to raise hell by motörhead (ironic enough).

Defo listens to domination by pantera

He listens to Kendrick lamar and The Weeknd at times too.

Kiri

She’s a vanilla girly.

Like vanilla ice cream, vanilla deodorant, vanilla perfume, vanilla EVERYTHING.

She defo has crystals that she brings with her everywhere she goes.

Once she beat up Lo’ak for touching her crystals but my man was just trina manifest good grades fr.

She never finishes her lunch and Neytiri considers even still giving her food atp.

Cannot live without music.

Her earphones are always dangling out of her pocket because she’s always removing and putting them back in there.

No denying that she listens to Taylor swift.

Girl is a swiftie for LIFE. Other than that she defo listens to those indie bands like surf curse and TV girl.

Her favorite songs are disco by surf curse and Lavender haze by taylor swift.

Tuk

She has the newest generation iPad because papa jake’s income is paying good.

Well she isn’t allowed to bring it to school but she doesn’t anyways.

One day she got caught cuz she was playing some barbie makeover game in class.

Flexes her new glittery bag because she can.

She shares her food with her friends that have none because Neytiri taught her good.

She’s defo the typa kid that goes to school with freshly braided hair and comes back with them baby hairs sticking out and somehow one braid just completely undone.

She doesn’t get bullied or anything she just can’t stay in place at all.

she listens to those cringe TikTok songs i’m so sorry.

She’s still in that era 💔

Rotxo

I just know he’s on the verge of crying every morning trying to do his hair.

He’s so cute like wtf.

He struggles to get a girlfriend lmao so he’s always third wheeling everything.

He’s adorable though like, how???

No cuz like this mf STILL does those weird troom troom food hacks TO THIS DAY.

Like the thing where you put fondant in an empty glue stick roll just because.

Let his inner child have fun ok.

He’s a mixed music taste listener.But he mostly listens to rap.

Got influenced by Ao’nung.

-

I got way too lazy to finish or correct this.

[eneablack]

where i shifted to last night

(i used this method.)

about this dr:

i call it ‘futuristic dr’, i got inspiration from one of my favourite asmr lol, it’s this one if you’re curious.

when i woke up:

it was still night and it was raining outside, and it was strange because it was coming from my right side and I have the window above me in void reality, then I could smell a different type of scent like orange, but I kept my eyes closed because I was tired. at some point however, I don't know how much time passed, I felt a weight on my chest and a slap on my face that made me open my eyes and I found THIS BALD CAT (don’t get me wrong, i love sphynx cats) on me and it started meowing. I was weirded out because I was saying what the fuck does this guy want at this time of the night, so I got up to feed him and at that point I realized "what the, I don't have a sphynx" so I connected the dots, in fact it wasn’t even my house, that is, it wasn't my CR's, and I wasn't me, because I was fucking tall and when I complained about the cat I heard a low damn manly voice so yeah i was like that ain’t enea. since it was night, i had the time to recollect everything and remember. the house was very cool, a small apartment with big windows on each wall to the sight of skyscrapers and damn flying cars. it was chill.

about me and other stuff:

my name was Neo, a very tall 27 years old guy, I'm not sure how much tall, maybe 1.90m or something like that, literally a pole. I had very pale skin and short black hair, visible veins on my eyelids and temples, brown eyes with some big dark circles because of my job shifts. I was pretty introverted and doubtful of ppl, but very independent and mature, intellect and cleverness was a big trait i had (in fact coming back here with this small brain was a bit ehm) and I've noticed that I caught lots of stares from many beautiful women (i’m just telling you, even tho nobody asked about this detail, i was just very hot ngl, in fact my appearance was similar to the picture above, that’s the closest i found). and I had this bad habit of smoking every day, like as soon as I woke up I immediately smoked cigarette (i don’t smoke here). i had this long black leather coat that i wore everyday.

I worked as a bartender at this chic flying hotel called Hotel 47, a subunit of the Skyward Heights chain (like in the asmr). I worked the night shift, from 10pm to 4am, in fact I basically sleep until the afternoon and am always tired and sleepy.

I owned a flying black motorcycle with some silver and blue trims. I've only bought it recently, beforehand I had a smaller one that I practically grew up with, I bought this new one with my savings since my job pays me decently. I'm not super rich, but I'm good, I can afford everything I need easily.

I didn’t have many friends because of my stick-up-in-ass personality, but I had some good close ones that were very different from me. there was this guy with yellow spiked hair and he was literally the opposite of me, he was high-key hyperactive and dumb (/jk) and the other guy was funny, he made me laugh a lot gotta admit. and then there was this girl, similar to the one in the video, with long pink hair, and there was something going on with her, don’t know how to call us, but there was something indeed (which was weird because i’m hella gay here hello???).

and that’s some info about this dr, i have to eat dinner now.

[love-over-matter]

Dating Dallas Winston

summery: in which these are random things Dallas Winston may do in a relationship.

· Dal is and always will be the type of boyfriend that isn’t too big on affection in public but the second you two are alone he can’t get his hands off of you. Literally. 

·The only time he will show affection in public is when he is getting jealous or when he feels you two aren’t in a place of complete safety.

·If he feels you are in any kind of danger in your surroundings he will always sling and arm around your shoulders or waist and not let you go until he feels comfortable doing so.

·Neck.Kisses.

·This man is obsessed. He legit can’t get away from your damn neck. 

·”Baby, please! I’m trying to work!”

·”I’m sorry, Doll. I can’t help myself.”

·Sadly, if you try to hold his hand he would jest slap it away and look at you weird.

·But then when your feelings get hurt he would pull you aside and try his best to say sorry, but we all know how that goes. 

·He’s gotta keep that tuff persona, you dig?

·This man will lie straight to your face and tell you he doesn’t like cuddles.

·The second everyone is out of the room...

·”Baby, come here. Lemme hold ya.”

·Surprisingly, isn’t a fan of you smoking. 

·He would let you, but he would always be a little uneasy about it. 

·He knows what they put in those cancer sticks and he doesn’t want anything to hurt you. He couldn’t deal with that.

·”Put that down, doll. I don’t like seeing that in your hand.”

·Would literally take it and smoke it instead.

·Will go completely bonkers if you get hurt in a fight/rumble.

·If it were a rumble: “I told you. I told you not to go out there! Didn’t I? And look what happened to you. Why don’t you just listen to me?! Can’t you understand I can’t see you like this?! I can’t, man!” Would lowkey get emotional.

·If it were a fight: “Fuck, Doll. What did you do? They pulled a blade on you, didn’t they? Don’t worry Doll, I’m going to get you all cleaned up and I’m gonna beat there ass. Ain’t nobody gonna touch you again. You hear me?”

·This may come as a surprise, but he can be a gentleman. 

·I know, I know. Dallas Winston a gentleman? But trust me it is so subtle, he doesn’t even notice it. Such as opening a car door for you or just opening the store door for you. Small things like that.

·Would try his best to comfort you while you’re crying.

·“Doll... you’re going to be just fine. Please don’t cry, I hate it when I see you cry.”

·Back rubs as any time of day. Cuddling? Back rubs. Walking? Back rubs. Kissing? Back rubs. Crying? Back rubs.

·Calling you “stupid” or “dumb” and doing his cute little laugh after.

·OUUHHUAHHAUHHAUHHAU (My impression on Dal’s laugh)

·There are a lot of arguments. But not huge ones like a lot of people make out to be.

·Yes, there are big fights, but not any less or more than any other couple.

·Dal can say goodbye to that brown leather jacket because once he give it to you he is never getting it back.

·He would ask for every damn time her saw you but the answer was always “Nope!” or “Shouldn’t have given it to me then.” 

·When in public would lightly grab your writs if you tried playing with his hair, but when alone would grab your wrists and put them on his head.

·When finally comfortable would completely vent to you about everything he has gone through and all the feelings he has been feeling. 

·Would do anything and everything for you. 

·He would steal, cry, kill, die, anything for you.

·”Come on, doll. You know I would do anything for you. You know that, right?”

·Would be petrified to say “I love you” first. 

·I’m telling you, you are either going to have to say it or he would end up screaming it during a serious argument.

[munsonology]

Officially got my first hate anon! I like that I’m a safe place for many people here, and known for being kind because I am, but that doesn’t mean I can’t take you to the library! And guess what you dumb bitch, I was doing laundry and I HAVE TIME

First of all you fucking loser ya mama must’ve been cleaning with bleach and ammonia because of how stupid you sound, and if you’re this fuckin dumb she should’ve aborted your cretin ass.

The fact that you sent the same shit to multiple people just proves you know how to copy and paste. You’re a pussy. You say this shit on anon like it gives you some power when the gag is you’re a fucking loser who has nothing else going on than tumblr bullshit and since you have nothing going on on there too you wanna start bullshit. Newsflash! I’m not the fuckin 1 or the 2. I reported you to tumblr for perpetuating hate of protected categories ya dumb fuck.

Now let’s unpack some of these ‘claims’ you think you made.

1. I’ve never stolen shit. Everything I’ve posted has been an original thought from MY mind, something you seem to lack. I don’t need to steal shit from anybody.

2. Obviously you must be a fan since you’re able to identify such ‘claims’ (fake news btw)

3. I’m not gay, if you hadn’t noticed how much I talk about DICK AND BALLS. Shout out to all the lesbians and those who do refer to themselves as dykes! You make the world go round ❤️

4. Ugly I am not, in fact it must make your blood boil at how I’m NOT fucking ugly. I have big titties and a fat ass, I don’t need to offer Joesph Quinn $1 million to look my way because he’d look my way for free

5. I’m not confused about my sexuality, I like dick

6. Everybody you named are just a handful of the sweetest people I’ve met online, who have all been burned by bigger writers for one reason or another. Nobody has made a clique, it’s called friendships of which you have none. I’m friends with many people here, many who to my surprise hate each other, but I manage to safely and lovingly interact with most, and you will NOT destroy the bubble I’ve built, especially when it comes to my beautiful and lovely anons (of which you are not and never will be)

7. This wasn’t in your manifesto but I’m going to assume you’re another writer as well because let’s face it, there’s no way you’re not, not with being this chronically online.

8. Idk who tf you’re mad at but it ain’t us beloved

9. Fuck you

10. You gonna end up eating cement running your mouth like this, because if you do this shit irl…idk get ya casket ready or somethin

Dumb cunt 💀

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug watches 'The Bad Batch': 'The Harbinger'

Yup, as we all know, Doug unlocked a HUGE character with Asajj Ventress, who is apparently an embittered ex-Navy wife lurking somewhere in the depths of the Florida Panhandle and not a reborn Jedi goth chick.

CW: You will learn more about this poor ex wife of John then you will ever deem fit. Be warned.

All images taken from here: https://www.cap-that.com/starwars/the-bad-batch/309

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Episode 9, “John’s-Ex-Wife: The Revenge”

Daddy Warcrimes does what a daddy in need of a mommy will do, and is going to pick up women by the dockside. Wonder if they take cash or not. 

And here’s Julio to remind him to wrap it before he snaps it, ya know? Good bro, when has Julio done anything wrong, love him. Maybe Julio laid his pipe in Space Louisiana last week, who knows if the mantis had a sister who had bills to pay and Terrebonne Parish don’t have a lot of jobs but has a lot of lonely people and, where were we? 

Why is it all foggy here now? We in Maine now? 

Well, Mutant Jimmers is doing work, as the kids say now, tracking down the junkies hiding out in the caves. I can’t blame Mutant Jimmers or the junkies, they gotta do their smack and doing it in the park ain’t good. I wonder who makes the meth on the island? It ain’t Church Lady, she’s too busy working and having fun in the snow with her beau, Sassy-Park-Ranger*.

Awwww shit it’s not space junkies, it’s worse! It’s JOHN’S-EX-WIFE! Of course she’s hiding her Ford pickup in a cave, the other one got booted outside of Pensacola after she banged the neighborhood granddad and he called the cops after she stole his TV. 

(the last shot John saw before he left for the rig that one time)

God damn, she’s wearing the same outfit you wear to work, Meat Muffin! Do you think she writes papers and yells at people on the phone like you do too?

Well John’s-Ex-Wife hasn’t changed, first thing she starts doing is fighting and bitching at everyone for not paying their bills on time. I hated that damn woman but I’ll say this much, she was organized. But that’s how the Devil is. Not organized to not cheat on John with every sailor in Pensacola and the neighborhood granddad but nobody’s perfect I guess. 

Well, she’s going to test Little Orphan Blondie by making her do yoga on the beach while her brothers watch. Doing dumb shit in public to be different, yup, that’s John’s-Ex-Wife for you. Surprised Daddy Warcrimes hasn’t capped her and her bleached hair yet. 

Oh! Now she sent Little Orphan Blondie on an errand leaving the boys behind in a dark room with her. How much do you wanna bet there’s gonna be a train and Thomas the Tank Engine ain’t involved? God, it was a miracle John never ended up with the clap. His ex wife really was the bike of Escambia County. 

And there’s a fight. Woo! John’s-Ex-Wife’s history as a bartender is coming on through! Girlfriend can handle her own–and here’s the lightsaber! WOAH! I don’t want her to kick my boy’s butts but damn girl, git ‘er done! 

Also why don’t they all just pile on her, why are they waiting, this ain’t ballroom dancing boys! Toaster Strudel and Rex would NEVER.  

Where IS TOASTER STRUDEL AND REX?!?!?!

Well, Little Orphan Blondie’s back and seems to like John’s-Ex-Wife for some reason. God damn it, Little Orphan Blondie, you’re a rube and I ain’t happy about it. At least Church Lady got you sushi and hit on your idiot brother who didn’t deserve her. 

Little Orphan Blondie’s no Jedi, whatever. But nothing brings the family together like deep sea fishing, even more then going off into the snow and punching each other in front of the trailer! 

Off John’s-Ex-Wife and Little Orphan Blondie go while the dads do a lil bit of peepin. Except Daddy Warcrimes who knows a thing or two and keeps a gun tailed her. Yeah, Daddy Warcrimes! 

Oh! What’s this? Ain’t this the shit from Aquaman? Are they gonna get jumped by sea aliens until Aquaman throws flashlights at them?** 

Nope! It’s that thing from Pirates of the Caribbean! Where’s Johnny Depp and his dreadlocks?! They’re firing up the HMS Search Warrant to do a rescue and…woah. Woah. What’s Johns-Ex-Wife doing here? The force? She can do all that shit but she can’t keep her marriage, oh Johns-Ex-Wife.  

Look at Daddy Warcrimes being a gentleman and helping the ladies onto their stolen work truck. Most ladies get upset when a creepy old man with a gun hoists them into a windowless van but not Johns-Ex-Wife. Trust me. 

Johns-Ex-Wife warns them and then flings off, as she is wont to do. Why do I feel the next episode is going to be the DEA raiding Space Florida? I bet she’s a snitch for the government, calling it now!

*=Doug will never get off the Phee/Mayday train. I tried. I failed. I’m sorry, internet. 

**=I THINK Doug means the Trench from the movie. The Trench Scene | Aquaman [4k, IMAX] - YouTube

For my Doug fans! @eyecandyeoz @cdblake1565 @sued134 @megmca @skellymom @yeehawgeek @amalthiaph and anyone else!

[streaminn]

acting news

streamer enid au! once again part 2

There's a taste on Enid's tongue when she speaks. It's sweet, flavorful and distracting - addicting she can almost say. No wonder she keeps talking and talking, murmuring about anything just to taste that drug stuck in her mouth. 

It's why she couldn't fully focus on her stream, why her eyes aren't drawn to the colourful lights of the game she was playing on autopilot. Something was distracting her and she didn't know what. 

It isn't until she hears the slow yet measured footsteps passing by her door that it finally clicks and a smile grows on Enid's face.

Right, she ate well yesterday. 

Chat is as noisy as always, clamouring with their normal chatter but they seem to be confused as to why Enid suddenly decided to shut up. 

"streamer going insane?" 

"U see that glaze in her eyes? Bet she’s high on chocolate"

“You can get high on chocolate???”

“Ofc not this is y u dont believe everything in the internet” 

The werewolf quickly looked back to the game, a lil snort bubbling in her throat. Chat definitely has their moments, these were one of them. To think people wonder why she was streaming, it's for dumb reasons like this.

"hi guys what's happenin" 

"ur mom is what's happenin" 

“Yall so rude ;-; i was just asking”

A sound alert is the one that fully snaps Enid back to attention. With a quick thank you to one Sokoe-chan, she finally dragged her eyes away from the game to give a very concerned look at the camera, her eyes just reading that mess of a convo. 

“What the fuck chat?” she murmured, but the tone definitely couldn't hide the upward quirk of her lips. “Also I don't get high on chocolate, that's not how werewolves work.”

Chat begins to spark at that, questions of ‘duh, dogs are allergic that makes so much sense’ to ‘who made you the werewolf expert huh!?’ 

It makes Enid lean back as she builds a house. She’s playing minecraft after all, albeit one with horror mods but considering that the sun was up and her chests were full, she decided to go and finally build a house.

Before her chat remembers and calls her homeless.

She shivers at that, can you really blame her? It's hard to build things when you’re being chased and only have your own flesh and bone to keep you running.

The sound of rattling bones rings through her headphones and Enid’s cheeks burned as she gave her full attention back to chat. It's still a little shocking to have people pay for a free live stream, so she does try her best to give her gratitude to any supporters. “Thank you again Sokoe-chan for the ten gifted!” 

The text to speech drawled in reply “did you hear that Lunal curse is getting a movie adaption exclamation mark exclamation mark question mark.”

Enid’s eyes widened as she immediately straightened and pulled herself close to the camera. “Really?!” she places a hand on her chest, leaning back with a dramatic sigh. “My wife is going to do amazing, I'm telling you.” Enid points at the screen, a bright smile on her face. “Ain’t nobody can beat my woman! Imagine being a director and the main actor-”

As the werewolf goes on a tangent, chat meanwhile has their own thoughts.

“There she goes”

“Can you blame her?! Wednesday does such a good job as Viper”

“It just feels a lil self insert for the author to act out the main role yknow?”

“Hey now, if it works then it works”

“Just sayin!”

“Brother ur in the wrong channel to be dissing Wednesday”

“Endespair is a huge W.A simp after all”

Enid paused in her words to raise a brow. “Hey hey, nothing wrong with saying your thoughts but you’re treading a thin line there man.” she waves her hand around. “She’s giving good content and getting that bag! Besides, she auditioned for that role and the others greenlit her to be Viper.” 

Most of the chat agrees, some even citing a few articles of the process. This definitely wasn’t a new topic in terms of Viper’s casting.

The tone overall seemed rather easy going, everyone vibing until a comment pops in that makes Enid’s lips drop and her brows to furrow.

“Trust a dog to be at someones heel”

“HEY”

“Too far dude wtf”

“MODS”

“U AINT ACCEPTED HERE”

A stormy look crossed Enid’s face and the ban hammer dropped. The wolf sighs, escaping the game to the menu as she gives a look. 

“we’re boutta be scolded againnn”

“Its not our fault!”

“Sjdklajdklsja father forgive us”

“Pls not again, i havent recovered from the last lashing”

Enid’s look is affronted, but chat’s lil attempts to make her smile works. “You guys make it sound like I abuse you or something,” she laughs and for a moment, chat thinks they’re off the hook before she removes her glasses to raise a brow at the camera.

A classic look of disappointment.

“Dangit thought that was going to work”

“Lowkey i dont mind being scolded if its endespair”

“Daddy issues right here”

“Ay no need to call me out like that”

Normally, Enid would hold out for a few more seconds, just to make the tension palpable enough to fuck with her audience until the loud sounds of bones rattling makes her shoulders drop.

This is why she can’t be serious until it's really needed.

“Lunaslandingpad threw 50 gifted subs into the pile” spoke the alert but just before it could continue, Enid paused it to let out a harsh and very tired sigh.

One so filled with emotion that it makes Chat pause themselves as she rubbed at her eyes before sliding on her frames.

“One, no bribing me to feel better,” Enid starts and immediately, chat clammors in agreement. “Two, none of those dog comments. Not only is that a shitty thing to do but I have werewolf tagged on stream to make sure others like me find it easier so don’t make me regret it.” A shine of white is shown, her fangs seemed to almost be bared if it weren’t for the hand that covers anything below her nose. “Last, there is nothing wrong with criticising a piece of work but don’t bring that stuff here.”

Silence filled the air as Enid leant back, her lips pursed as she crossed her arms. “Got it?”

“Ofcourse!”

“Yesser”

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“WE SAW THAT” “Caught in 4k”

Soon, Enid’s scowl turned into a bigger raised brow before rolling her eyes as she opened up the mod log to see the rather.. Thirsty comment. “You all really gotta think before you type.” her head shakes as she laughs. “you guys are lucky i wouldn’t have you guys any other way.” 

Taglist: @agathaharkness-simp​ @lunaslandingpad​

[alyssaforevermore]

Unearthed ↦ Daryl Dixon season one, part four

Synopsis: Based on the events of The Walking Dead television series, Y/N Grimes, younger sister of Rick Grimes, attempts to survive in a world now inhabited by walkers. Family has always meant everything to her, but in this new world, can she keep her family safe and together?

Show: The Walking Dead (S1-S11)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Warnings: coarse language, violence, character deaths, drug and alcohol references, series spoilers and general The Walking Dead content warnings!

Tags: @1ivinqdeadqir1 @callmeyn @thegeorgiahuntsman @mellxander1993 @bigbaldheadname @cjmonsterwolf @abbi23323 @actuallyklee @lanxsee @livingdeadblondequeen @suniloli (won't let me tag you sorry)

Masterlist

You stood there, still in shock over the scene in front of you. The thought of being so afraid for your life that you cut off your hand was almost too much to bear. A part of you felt horrible for Merle, despite how awful he had been since you met him. Most of all, you felt horrible for Daryl. You couldn’t imagine if it had been Rick in Merle’s place.

Daryl lifted his crossbow, letting out a huff as he aimed it at T-Dog’s head. Luckily, Rick was quick to react, lifting his own gun to Daryl’s head.

“I won’t hesitate.” Rick spoke. “I don’t care if every walker in the city hears it.”

Daryl eyed Rick for a moment, contemplating his options. Finally, he lowered his crossbow. He looked back at Merle’s hand before turning to T-Dog once more.

“You got a do-rag or something?”

T-Dog nodded, slowly reaching into his pocket. He then handed it to Daryl, keeping his eyes on the crossbow.

Daryl walked over to Merle’s hand, picking it up by the thumb and wrapping it up. “I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs. Ain’t that a bitch.” He then walked over to Glenn, placing the now wrapped hand in his backpack.

“He must’ve used a tourniquet… maybe his belt. There’d be much more blood if he didn’t.”

You pointed to the blood trail on the ground. “He couldn’t have gotten too far like that.”

Daryl looked at you, nodding before running off in the direction of the blood trail. T-Dog quickly grabbed the bag of tools they’d left previously, everyone following closely behind Daryl. You soon ended up in another part of the building.

“Merle, you in here?” Daryl called out.

As you entered an office, a walker stepped out from behind the counter. Daryl wasted no time shooting it in the head, signaling for the rest of you to keep following him. Two walkers, already put down, laid on the floor.

“He had enough in him to take out these two sumbitches.” Daryl mumbled. “One handed. Toughest asshole I ever met, my brother. Feed him a hammer, he’d crap out nails.”

“Any man can pass out from blood loss, no matter how tough he is.” Rick responded.

“Merle!”

Rick shook his head. “We’re not alone here. Remember?” 

“Screw that.” Daryl spat. “He could be bleeding out. You said so yourself.”

You pushed open a set of doors, revealing a kitchen. The stove was lit up, a flame coming from one of the burners. A belt sat on the counter beside it. Glenn picked up an iron, inspecting it closely.

“What’s the burned stuff?” You asked.

“Skin.” Rick responded. “He cauterized the stump.”

Glenn dropped the iron as his face scrunched up.

“Told you he was tough.” Daryl commented. “Nobody can kill Merle but Merle.”

“Don’t take that on faith. He’s lost a lot of blood.”

“Yeah?” Daryl asked, pointing to a shattered window. “Didn’t stop him from busting out of this death trap.”

“He left the building?” Glenn asked. “Why the hell would he do that?”

“Why wouldn’t he?” Daryl asked. “He’s out there alone as far as he knows, doing what he’s got to do. Surviving.”

“You call that surviving?” T-Dog asked. “Just wandering out in the streets, maybe passing out? What are his odds out there?”

“No worse than being handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks.” Daryl snapped. “You couldn’t kill him. Ain’t so worried about some dumb dead bastard.” 

“What about hundreds of them?” You rolled your eyes. “You think he can take on all of them?”

“He just needs to stay hidden.” Daryl responded. “Look, you guys do what you want. I’m gonna go get him.”

Daryl went to leave, but Rick placed his hand on his chest. “Daryl, just wait.”

“Get your hands off of me! You can’t stop me.”

“I don’t blame you. He’s family, I get that. I went through hell to find mine. I know exactly how you feel.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “He couldn’t have gotten far with that injury. We can search a few blocks around the building, but we have to work together and keep a leveled head.”

Daryl stared at you for a moment before nodding. “I can do that.”

“We have to get those guns first.” T-Dog spoke up. “I’m not strolling around the streets of Atlanta with just my good intentions, alright?”

“I agreed.” You spoke. “If we’re gonna get them, we need a plan.”

Glenn nodded. “I think I have an idea.”

…

The five of you stood in an office, staring down at the floor when Glenn had used a dry erase marker to draw the streets surrounding the building.

“You’re not doing this alone.” Rick spoke.

Daryl nodded. “Even I think it’s a bad idea and I don’t even like you much.”

Glenn sighed. “It’s a good idea, okay, if you just hear me out. If we go out there in a group, we’re slow, drawing attention. If I’m alone, I can move fast.”

“If anyone can do it, It’s Glenn.” You agreed. “He’s been here alone more times than I can count.”

Glenn grabbed two erasers, placing them on his sketch of the streets. “Look, that’s the tank, five blocks from where we are now.” He pointed to one of the erasers. “That’s the bag of guns.” He grabbed a paper clip, placing it on one of the streets, looking at Rick. “Here’s the alley I dragged you into when we first met. That’s where Daryl, Y/N and I will go.”

“Why me?” Daryl asked.

“Your crossbow is quieter than Rick’s gun.” Glenn responded. “While those two wait in the alley, I run up the street and grab the bag.”

“You got us elsewhere?” Rick asked.

Glenn pointed down the street. “You and T-Dog, you’ll be in this alley here.”

“Two blocks away? Why?”

“I may not be able to come back the same way. Walkers might cut me off. If that happens, I won’t go back to Daryl. I’ll go forward instead, all the way around to the alley where you guys are. Whichever direction I go, I got you in both places to cover me. After that, we all meet back here.”

Daryl narrowed his eyes. “Hey, kid, what’d you do before all of this?”

“Delivered pizzas.” Glenn mumbled. “Why?”

Rick raised his eyebrows, looking at you.

“Well, it looks like we have a plan.” You spoke.

You all gathered your stuff, preparing to leave when Rick pulled you aside. 

“Are you going to be okay with Daryl?” He asked.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t exactly trust him. I’d rather you be with me.” Rick mumbled.

You smiled. “I can handle myself.”

“I know that, I just-”

“I’ll be fine, I promise.”

Rick sighed, nodding as he turned around and followed the others out of the room. Truth be told, you didn’t trust Daryl either. You had no doubt he’d leave you to the dead if he saw his brother out there. Still, you wanted to make sure he didn’t abandon the group and leave Glenn without backup.

…

You, Glenn and Daryl made your way down the ladder and into the alleyway. Daryl loaded his crossbow, peeking out from behind a dumpster.

“You got some balls for a Chinaman.”

Glenn rolled his eyes. “I’m Korean.”

“Whatever.”

Glenn ran down the alleyway and into the street, disappearing from your view. You pulled out your knife, holding it close to your chest. Even though there was a fence between you and the dead roaming the streets, you could still feel your heart pounding in your chest.

Suddenly, Daryl grabbed your arm, pulling you further behind the dumpster.

“What the hell-”

He lifted his finger to his mouth before pointing in the direction of the street. You could hear footsteps, much different to the dragging ones of the dead. Someone else was here.

Before you had time to fully process the danger, Daryl jumped out, pointing his crossbow. You stood up, seeing a young boy holding his hands up.

“Woah, don’t shoot me!” He pleaded. “What do you want/”

“I’m looking for my brother.” Daryl spoke. “He’s hurt real bad. You seen him?”

“Ayúdame!” The boy screamed.

“Hey, shut up.” You hissed. “Unless you want the dead coming this way.”

“Answer me!” Daryl spoke, stepping closer to the boy.

“Ayúdame!”

“Shut up!” Daryl yelled, pushing the boy to the ground.

You looked up, noticing two men rushing at you from the street. They tossed you to the side, your knife flying under the dumpster, before beginning to kick and hit Daryl with a bat. You rushed to your feet, attempting to pull one of the men off of him.

The fence rattled, earning everyone’s attention. Glenn stood there, eyes wide before he turned to run. 

“That’s it. That’s the bag, Vato!” One of the men yelled. “Get it!”

The men rushed towards Glenn, grabbing him as he dropped the bag and Rick’s hat. As Glenn screamed for help, Daryl aimed his crossbow, shooting one of the men in the behind as a car pulled up. The man let out a scream, both of them pushing Glenn into the car before hopping in themselves.

You ran towards the car, but it sped off before you could even exit the alley. Daryl arrived beside you, screaming at them to come back as walkers began heading towards you. He pulled the fence shut again.

“This can’t be happening.” You mumbled as Daryl rushed towards the young boy they’d left behind.

“I’m going to kill you!” Daryl yelled, beginning to kick the boy just as Rick and T-Dog arrived.

“Stop it!” Rick commanded.

“I’m gonna kick your nuts up in your throat!”

“Enough, Daryl.” You snapped. “You’re not helping.”

“They took Glenn!” Daryl snapped back. “That little bastard and his little bastard homie friends. I’m gonna stomp his ass!”

“Guys!” T-Dog spoke. “We’re cut off.”

You looked around, walkers glued to the fence on one side of the alley and wandering down the other.

“We have to get back to the office, now.” Rick spoke.

Daryl grabbed the boy’s shirt, pulling him to his feet. “Let’s go!”

Rick ran down towards the fence, grabbing the bag of guns and the hat before running back towards the ladder.

…

“Those men you were with,” Rick started. “We need to know where they went.”

The boy smirked. “I ain’t telling you nothing.”

“What the hell happened back there?” T-Dog asked.

“Him and his friends came out of nowhere and jumped us.” You responded.

“He’s the one who jumped me. Screaming about trying to find his brother like it’s my damn fault.”

“They took Glenn. Could have taken Merle too.”

The boy began to laugh. “Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn’t name my dog Merle.”

Daryl clenched his fists, going to kick the boy before Rick grabbed him.

“Damn it, Daryl. Back off.”

Daryl began to pace back and forth. Finally, he grabbed Glenn’s bag, reaching inside and grabbing Merle’s hand. He began to unwrap it. “Want to see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?” He tossed the hand on the boy’s lap.

The boy jumped off his chair, his back hitting the wall behind him.

“Why don’t we start with the feet this time?”

Rick shook his head, pulling Daryl away from the boy. “Look, the men you were with took our friend. All we want to do is talk to them, see if we can work something out.”

You nodded. “Tell us where they are and nobody loses their hands… or feet.”

Rick looked back at you, glaring.

The boy thought for a moment before nodding.

…

You arrived at where the boy had said his friends were, hiding behind some crumbling walls. Rick reached into the bag of guns, grabbing a sniper and handing it to T-Dog.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” He asked.

T-Dog nodded. “Yeah.”

Rick looked up at you. “Are you sure you don’t want to go with him? You’ll be safer.”

“I already told you, I can handle myself.” You sighed. “Besides, I’m no good as a sniper, so I’d be useless up there.”

The boy shook his head. “You guys don’t need to do this.”

“Shut up.” You responded. “You’re lucky we need you as leverage.”

“Y/N…” Rick spoke, his tone hushed.

“What?” You asked. “They attacked us, tried to steal our guns and took our friend. They have it coming.”

Daryl nodded. “I say we go in there, guns high.”

“Absolutely not.” Rick scolded. “We do this the right way, to avoid any more bloodshed unless absolutely necessary. Understand?”

You nodded, Daryl nodding as well.

T-Dog headed off, ready to get into position as Rick, Daryl and you led the boy towards the front door.

“One wrong move, you get an arrow in the ass. Just so you know.” Daryl mumbled.

The boy smiled. “G’s gonna take that arrow out of my ass and shove it up yours. Just so you know.”

“G?” Rick asked.

“Guillermo. He’s the man here.”

“Okay then.” Rick responded. “Let’s go see Guillermo.”

You arrived at the door as they swung open, a man walking out. Behind him was a crew, all holding weapons.

G looked the boy up and down. “You okay, little man?”

The boy shook his head. “They’re gonna cut off my feet, carnal.”

G looked at Rick, his eyebrows raised. “Cops do that?”

“Not him.” The boy cried. “This redneck puto here. He cut off some dude’s hand, man. He showed it to me.”

Daryl shoved the boy. “Shut up.”

One of the men from the alley rushed out of the crowd, pointing a gun at Daryl. “Hey, that’s the Vato right there! He shot me in the ass with an arrow. What’s up, huh?”

“Chill, Felipe.” G spoke, holding up his hand. “This is true? He wants Miguelito’s feet? That’s pretty sick, man.”

Rick tilted his head. “We were hoping more for a calm discussion.”

“That hillbilly jumps Felipe's little cousin, beats on him, threatens to cut off his feet, Felipe gets an arrow in the ass and you want a calm discussion? You fascinate me.”

“Heat of the moment.” Rick spoke. “Mistakes were made on both sides.”

“Who’s that dude to you anyway? You don’t look related.”

“He’s one of our group, more or less. I’m sure you have a few like him.”

Daryl peeked behind G’s shoulder. “You got my brother in there?”

“Sorry, we’re fresh out of white boys. But I’ve got Asian. You interested?”

“We have one of yours, you have one of ours.” You spoke up. “Sounds like an even trade.”

“My people got attacked.”

“So did ours.”

“Where’s the compensation for their pain and suffering?” G ignored you. “More to the point, where’s my bag of guns.”

“Guns?” Rick asked.

“The bag Miguel saw in the street.” G responded. “The bag Felipe and Jorge were going back to get. That bag of guns.”

“You’re mistaken.”

“I don’t think so.”

“About it being yours.” Rick spoke. “It’s my bag of guns.”

“The bag was in the street. Anybody could come around and say it was theirs. I'm supposed to take your word? What's to stop my people from unloading on you right here and now and I take what's mine?”

“You could do that.” You responded, looking up at the roof of a building.

“Or not.” Rick smiled.

G followed your gaze, spotting T-Dog aiming the sniper at him. He looked back at you for a moment, before calling out. You looked up at the top of his building, two men coming into sight, holding another. He lifted the bag off the man’s head, revealing Glenn.

“I see two options.” G spoke. “You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks. Or you come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood.”

Not bothering to discuss things further, G and his men headed back into the building, closing the door behind them.

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AN: Thank you for reading this chapter! I was originally going to have it be all of episode four, I've written it all, but it was 21 pages so I figured I'd split it into two chapters instead. Which means that chapter five is already written and you can expect that soon! If you'd like to request to be tagged in future chapters, you can do so here. Please be sure to like and reblog <3

[showtoonzfan]

I expect this episode to go pure fanfiction. Stolas being tied to train tracks and being the helpless woobified damsel, I already know they’re going to milk how uwu sad and lonely he is as well, with Stella and Andy probably tormenting him, Stolitz pandering with Blitz worrying about him and being his knight in shining armor since we all know Moxxie and Millie won’t be able to defeat Striker because plot, a handful of plot holes and character inconsistencies, cause I’m expecting Stolas and Blitz to flip flop again, either being sad and helpless or flirty and hardcore, and who knows, Stella might flip flop too since nobody on this writing team knows wether they want her to be a villain who tries to kill Stolas or someone who’s just mean and petty for no reason and torment him for the sake of it. Stolas is literally above Andrealphus in ranking but they’ll probably treat his ice powers like a big threat for stakes even tho this whole episode’s plot could probably be over within a millisecond if Stolas just turned into that giant bird demon he did before but that ain’t ganna happen, I’m sure the episode will pull a lore ass puller but I expect the characters to be dumb for the sake of the plot. Viv at this point is also known for coming up with dumbass plots, the last one consisted of the team visiting Moxxie’s father and hinging on this arraigned marriage, so I wouldn’t be surprised if this episode happens simply because Stella and Andy felt like dicking around with Stolas and he has to call IMP to save him.

I’m just sick of these Stolas family drama episodes, or just Stolas/Blitz episodes in general. An episode surrounding Stella could be interesting, an episode surrounding Octavia and Octavia ALONE could be interesting, an episode surrounding Millie could be interesting, even Barbie or Verosika, OR Loona but nah, we can’t have that cause the episode would be BORING without our main characters and we have to make sex jokes and pander to the fans! Every fucking episode needs to be by the point of view of either Stolas, Blitz, and occasionally Moxxie, and I’m sick of it. I’m sick of the fandom and the SH crew telling us to be patient and wait for the show to play out, despite the fact that the writers continuously focus on certain characters repeatedly, this is our THIRD fucking Stolas family drama/Stolitz episode of season 2, four if you count Ozzie’s, and Viv and Adam have the nerve to sit there and say we’re being impatient and have to wait for certain characters to shine, some for their FIRST fucking time while Stolas, Blitz, and Moxxie get their times to shine multiple instances???? Yeah okay lol y’all just hate female characters and don’t know how to write them or focus on them without the main characters and without being horny. 🙃

[bubbbii]

Shhh || P.JM Smut

-title : Shhh

-genre : cheating ; kpop ; bts smut

-paring : jm x reader

- warning : mommy kink, spanking, handjob, blowjob, eating out, riding, doggystyle, cheating, name calling, dirty talking, teasing, edging, multiple orgasms, mature content

-summary : you and Jimin have been secretly fucking behind his girlfriend’s back, and one night Jimin decides to cut the ‘bullshit’ out so him and his girlfriend can be happy..but it looks like after 6 months of not feeling you is getting harder and harder. And he couldn’t be more relieved to see you at a club on a Saturday night.

!PURELY FICTION! !NOT REAL!

do not steal story or idea without my permission thank uu :)

Let’s go <3

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Author POV

“Hey, get over her man - you have a girlfriend focus on her!” “He ain’t focusing on that ugly bitch. If you don’t follow your heart and stop listening to this idiot” Namjoon glared at Jin’s words, making Jimin sigh at the decision. Jimin was torn, his mind on Y/N for 2 months straight. Him and his girlfriend couldn’t even have proper sex because he was afraid he would moan out her name. Imagine how his girlfriend would feel if she would’ve heard that.

“Look, how about this. We go to the club, and we drink until you ain’t thinking about nobody, how about that” Hoseok said, raising his eyebrows at Jin. Jimin hummed, the idea not being a bad one. “Yea..yea let’s do it” they stood up, Hoseok and Jin bumping fists. Hoseok and Jin are still friends with Y/N, knowing everything from both sides. Jimin is very..fond, of Y/N.

The best sex he’s ever had. But the most unexpected sex he’s ever had.

Jimin actually is in the..submission position when it comes to Y/N, no wonder Jimin was attracted to her from the beginning. That dominant persona and aura that surrounded her, he knew he wanted a piece of her. And he never left. He then cut things off because he couldn’t do it to his girlfriend..but even Y/N knows he’ll come crawling back to her. That’s why Hobi and Jin are gonna do anything they can for Jimin to realize what he’s got himself into.

Even Jimin knows he can’t get over Y/N. She’s everywhere, he’ll even wake up to a boner thinking about her in a sex dream. He sees something with Y/N, and he can’t take it any longer.

The boys got dressed for the club, meeting back downstairs to check and straighten everyone out. “Alright, we ready?” We nodded at Yoongi’s words and we were getting our things when a voice was heard. “Jiminie?” The boys stopped, knowing who it was. “I thought she fucking left” Jin whispered to Joon, making Namjoon sigh knowing she never left. “Yes, Kara?” “Where are you going? Without me?” She asked, walking to Jimin.

“None of your business, let’s go take the key im driving” Jungkook stepped in, putting the key against Jimin’s chest and pushed him towards the door. “Wait!” “Ain’t no wait you better shut up or I’m kicking you out my damn self” Jin stepped in, Jungkook putting an arm in front of him. “Where are y’all going!? He’s in my boyfriend!” Jin scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Mhm, ok. Just make sure to not do no dumb shit because I know this house too well for you to get away with anything..we don’t wanna uh, let him know about your little study buddy right?” She gulped, making Jungkook and Jin smirk at the nervous state she was now in before going out the house and slamming the door in her face.

Jin knew all her secrets, that’s how much he hates her, and he’s gonna do anything to get Jimin to realize that the bitch, needs, to go. Pronto. And Jimin is aware of his hyung’s behavior. “What took y’all so long?” Jimin asked Jungkook and Jin as the the two got in the car. “Nothing, let’s go” Jimin hummed, sitting back comfortably in the backseat and Jungkook started driving towards the destination.

Meanwhile, Y/N was having the time of her life at the club, dancing and whining her body all over the place. She wasn’t worrying about Jimin, knowing he was gonna come back to her, and it was gonna happen soon. Because all those boners she would cause her ain’t gonna go away. “You don’t get drunk that easy do you?” “Nahh, I can tolerate alcohol very good. It’s gonna take lots and lots of strong drinks for me to be drunk” Y/N said to Lisa, taking another shot.

“Bitch..i think I see your baby boy” I turned my head to Jennie who came towards me and Lisa. “Who” Jennie smirked, looking in a direction. I looked at where she was looking at, and I smirked with her, seeing Jimin and his friends entering the bar. “Looks like the toy boy is back, but without..his girlfriend?” Seulgi jumped in, smirking with us. “He’s gonna notice you for sure, you’re the sexiest one here!” “I’m pretty sure he already noticed her” Lisa said to Rose’s comment, Jimin already locking eyes with Y/N.

She bit her lip, smirking at the submissive boy in her eyes and turned away from him. “BITCCHH GO TO HIM!” “Hell no, but I know some of his friends are on their way over here” “what’s good ladies” Y/N turns around and see Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jin. “Well hello boys, how’ve ya’ll been?” “We’ve been cool, how’ve you been babe?” “Hanging in there you know..how’s pussy boy over there?” Y/N talked to Jin, smirking at him. Jin turned around to see Jimin looking at them interacting.

“Now cmon Y/N you know he misses you” “of course he does, but we gotta give him and his little girl a chance right?” “It’s been 2 months..I think you need to step in” y/n sighed, eyeing Jimin down. “Please, save him from his misery?” Tae said, begging her. “We got you” Jennie said, grabbing her wallet and keys and Y/N sighed before walking towards the boys with shots in her hand with Jin behind her. “Shots?” Y/N started with Jimin, handing him a glass. Jimin grabbed it and drunk it down, Y/N sitting beside him.

“So..how’s life, Jimin?” Y/N asked the nervous boy, looking at him in the eye. Jimin gulped, nudging his head out of nervous habits before answering. “Treating me well, thank you. Yourself?” Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes a little bit. “Tryna figure out why you being so..weird. Your giving off horny vibes. Way more than usual” Jimin faced her immediately with a panicked face, making Y/N chuckle. “Can you quiet down!?” “Oh baby no one can hear us..trust me” Jimin gulped, looking down at the empty glass.

“Your girlfriend?” He sighed, looking anywhere but my eyes. “She’s-“ “look at me” Jimin looked at her within a heartbeat, making Y/N smirk. “Guess like you haven’t forgotten hm?” Y/N cocked, smirking to herself. She’s getting attracted to Jimin more and more..the new hair dye is really giving her the vibes. “I uh..I dyed my hair. You like it?” Y/N hummed, biting her lip. “I always liked you with black..but this. This is something different. I love black on you, how can it look so good” Y/N answered, chuckling with Jimin chuckling also.

They stared at each other, seeing nothing but passion, love, and most of all..sex. Jimin wanted Y/N to take him and use him however she pleased. Because that’s what Jimin needed. Ever since Y/N took that dominant role away from him he hasn’t been the same since. He can’t fuck like a top, talk like a top..and he can barely act like a top anymore. On the outside, yea. When you see Jimin without knowing him he’s giving very much he will take you by the hair and ram your ass against a wall. But in reality..

He’s a submissive fucktoy for Y/N. And she’s unlocked this new side of him that only she get’s to see. And that was a promise to himself as well.

“It really does look good on you. Always told you black was your color” Jimin smiled a little, blood rushing to his cheeks at the compliment from her.

Y/N knew Jimin was weak around her, could barely hold eye contact in situations like this, and gets aroused and shy easily. And Y/N loved it. “Held off long enough?” Jimin sighed, looking at her. “..yes?” Y/N hummed, getting up which made the short shorts show half of her asscheeks. Y/N did a ‘get up’ motion with her finger which caught fo Jimin and he stood up.

He got close to Y/N, her scent feeling his nose and body all over again. He loved every moment of it. Y/N met him eye to eye with the lustful aura she had, wanting nothing but sex at the moment. “Upstairs, naked..and you have permission to touch yourself but do not come or you will get punished for it understand?” Jimin nodded, goosebumps arriving and the hairs rising from the demanding but sexual whisper coming from her.

“Good..now make it happen, I’ll meet you up there” Y/N handed him a key and he immediately took it before running upstairs within a heartbeat. Y/N watched him, desperately getting by the crowd and up the stairs to the bedroom.

“Looks like you got him wrapped around again” Y/N smirked, facing Hoseok and Jin. “I always do..if y’all end up leaving, take our stuff with you” “always, we’re all stopping by my house anyway for a night in. Care to join?” She smirked, humming. “Gladly. We’ll meet you” she fist bumped the two men before meeting Jimin in the room. Oh she’s been waiting for this moment.

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“Mmh fuck, stop teasing me, please - I’m so hard, it hurts!” “I’ll tease you however I want to, when I want to ok? If you be good maybe you won’t have to get teased” Y/N spat at him, teasing his tip with her index finger, rolling around it only. “No - please, I’ll be a good boy. I’m a good boy for you mommy please” Y/N raised her eyebrows, a smirk pulling onto her face. “My baby’s back in shape now huh” Y/N chuckled before roughly stroking his cock, her fist colliding with his balls when she would come to the base.

“Yes yes yes - fuck oh my god. Mommy yessss please!” “Yea like that? Like that little bitch huh?” Y/N got rough in her hand, making Jimin go crazy and squirm around the silky sheets under him. “Im gonna-“ Y/N took her her hand away quickly, Jimin’s lips turning thin at the denied orgasm. “Shit! Why?” “Because I want too” Y/N answered simply, sitting up her body ever so nicely. “..can I taste your pussy please?” Jimin asked nicely, his greedy and desperate eyes roaming around Y/N’s body. Especially her tits.

“Really? You think you deserve it?” “I do. I do please mommy, please I want it” He whined out, seeing her touch it slowly in front of him. “If you come you aren’t coming again” “ok, I promise” Y/N sat on his face, and Jimin went in, sucking and slurping up all of her juices like a greedy dog for treats, making Y/N hiss and chuckle at how desperate Jimin was. “Ooh yea you like that huh? My pussy lips in your mouth hm?” “I do mommy - fuck. Your so pretty” Y/N smirked at the compliment, rolling her hips in his mouth. Jimin loved every moment of what was going on

.

He wanted to come.

“Shit - I’m getting close not gonna lie. Your tongue skills have gotten better. From sucking your little bitch’s pussy huh? Her pussy better than mine?” “Never mommy, never better than your’s. I-I practiced just for you..just for you” those were the words Y/N wanted to hear, and Jimin meant every one of them. Jimin had a sense that she was gonna come, so he sucked and flicked his tongue faster specifically on her clit, making her throw her back in pleasure. “Fuck, if you make me come, I’ll reward you” Jimin’s eyes lit up, doing what he knew what Y/N loved.

Looked in her eyes. And Y/N fell for it.

“Mmh shit, why do you do this. Fuck, I’m coming” Jimin kept locking eyes with her, focusing on her clit and she came all over his face, rolling her hips up and down in his mouth, feeling Jimin’s moans vibrate on her pussy.

“Fuck, all of it” Jimin followed orders, sucked all her juices before Y/N got up, looking at the sweaty and breathless Jimin below her, his eyes showing nothing but wanting more of her. “Why..why’d you go” “you did good don’t worry” Y/N assured him, bending down and kissed him slowly, but sensually making Jimin go crazy.

You wouldn’t know how happy and excited Jimin was from the time where he laid eyes on her when he got in the club. This is what she does to him..makes him remember who’s in charge. Always. And Jimin was here for it. “Shit, mommy. Don’t kiss me like that” “why..you don’t like it” “of course I like it. It’s just..it’s making me more hard than what I’m already am” Y/N knew what she was doing, knowing what she was doing was definitely getting to Jimin.

And she loves it. “Are you telling me what to do?” “No..No I’m not” “then I suggest watching that mouth, or I won’t give you your reward hm?” Jimin loved the way how demanding Y/N was. His cock must really hurt after all of this.

“So, for making me come, and knowing you are someone who has a lot of build up. I’ll give this to you” Y/N started, straddling his lap, Jimin’s hands feeling all over her thighs and hips. “I’ll give you 5 moves. You can use those moves however you’ll like : doggy, missionary, riding, I’ll even suck you off and handjob you. But you come 3 times” Jimin took a breath, slowly nodding at the information. “5 moves, 3 finishes. What would you like me to do” “I want..mommy in doggy” Jimin suggested, smirking up at her.

Y/N hummed, removing herself from off his lap and and perked her ass in the air, making Jimin drool over her. Jimin immediately got up, his hands feeling over the ass that was up for him. Jimin stuck it inside, moaning almost immediately as he moved his hips with his dick inside.

“Mmh there you go, feel that pussy huh? You want it?” “Fuck, I do. I do” Jimin snapped his hips, fucking Y/N with desperate and need. “Fuck fuck Fuck - mommy” “there you go - shit - good boy, doing so good” Jimin’s grip on her hips tighten, his thrusts become more rough.

“Yessss yes yes yes yes yes - oh my god! Fuck!” Jimin whined, throwing his head back the more rough he got. Jimin abruptly stopped, knowing he was close and caught his breath, leaning against Y/N’s back. “Someone was close huh?” Y/N said, smirking as she shook her ass a little with the dick inside her.

“Mommy, shit. I’m not ready yet. Missionary please?” Y/N turned over, putting her legs around his waist before Jimin began to snap is his again. He started to moan heartily, throwing his head back as his breath started to get heavy from getting close. “I’m close I’m close I’m close I’m closeee - fuck, I’m coming” “come baby you can do it” Jimin did some rough thrusts before coming in her pussy, jolting and moaning at the orgasm,

“Ooh look at you, good boy” Jimin whimpered at the nickname, still moaning at how much he’s shooting out. “Fuck, I’m coming so much” Jimin whispered to himself, rolling his hips before getting snatched down by the throat, now realizing her hand was wrapped around it.

“Look at you, little whore this is only your first release and your coming like you haven’t came in months” “I-I’ve missed you mommy, that’s why” “well someone’s finally understanding..you can never find a woman like me” Jimin sighed, knowing she was right.

No matter how hard he tried to get her out of his mind he couldn’t. She was one of a kind. And Jimin’s realizing he can’t think to see her with someone else.

“but we’ll talk about that later though. 2 finishes left, 3 moves to go, get to fucking” “can you handjob me please?” “Sounds about right” Y/N flipped Jimin onto his back sitting up as she looked down at the still hard cock. “You’ve gotten bigger hm, i know that cock is ready to blow so more” Y/N said, biting her lip as she’s quick enough to start stroking, doing her rough strokes on his cock making Jimin go crazy all over again.

“Fuck fuck fuckkk just like that just like that - oh shit!” “Yea like that? Stroking that cock like that you fucking love it don’t you” Y/N dirty talked in his ear, now running her thumb over the tip and roughly stroked his cock more.

“Mommy, I’m not gonna last long. Mommy - fuck!” “You wanna come again? You wanna come for me baby?” “Yea yea yea - fuck I’m gonna come!” Jimin’s hips bucked up, throwing his head back on the pillow before coming all over her hand. Y/N smirked, stroking his tip as he continued to come.

“Good Job, 2 finishes down..one more to go. Make it count” “I want you to ride me, please” Y/N teased the tip against her pussy, rubbing it up and down. “Ooh my baby’s still hard, feel it” Y/N locked eyes with Jimin, giving him the dominant aura as she sunk down on his cock. “Mommy please, fuck me please” Y/N rolled her hips in circular motion, Jimin’s hands griping her hips as he moaned his heart out. Y/N got rough with it, rocking back and forth which drove Jimin crazy.

“Shit, it feels so good” “yea? Feels good? It should you fucking bitch. I bet your girlfriend couldn’t make you feel this good huh? She couldn’t ride you better than I can, she couldn’t suck you off better than I can..someone needs to tell her that her little boyfriend is someone else’s bitch hm?” Y/N dirty talked, gripping his throat as she rode him harder. “I-I’m your bitch, I’m your bitch mommy - fuck, I’m close” “me too baby, wanna come together” “yes yes let’s come together - fuck! I’m coming”

“Fucking hell” Y/N cursed under her breath, throwing her head back before coating his cock, Jimin painting her walls white once again and she rode both of their highs, calming Jimin down. “Oh fuck, that was good. Good job, there you go” Y/N praised, making Jimin smile before Y/N slowly took his now soft cock out, breathing heavily in sync. Y/N went down, kissing Jimin softly as Jimin returned the action, wanting nothing but to continue to kiss her.

“..had fun?” Jimin nodded, making Y/N smile and kissed his cheek, jaw, and lips again. “I don’t want you to go” “oh I’m not going anywhere..but you, have to make a decision. A life, decision. I can’t be here on the side forever” Y/N truthfully said, making Jimin sigh knowing she was right. Y/N is special to him, he loves her. He does. “I like you..a lot. Something about your confidence - your aura..it just screams, Y/N. I’ve never felt like this before, knowing I wanted to know more you know” Y/N smiled, doodling on his chest.

“You like me?” “A lot! Believe it or not..I would hate to see you with anyone else” Y/N cooed, running her hands through his hair. “Let’s just, break it to her slowly. I wanna make sure you are sure-“ Jimin kissed Y/N, going on top of her making Y/N smile and wrap her arms around his neck to bring him closer. “I’m positive” Jimin whispered, kissing her jaw and neck. “You ready?” Y/N smiled, locking her hand with his.

“Let’s do It”

[princessefemmelesbian]

The Lesbophobia on this site is really getting out of hand.

All you have to do is say that lesbians do not fuck men in order to be attacked, dogpiled, and called a terf! It’s sickening!

Take this asswipe for example:

I see lesbophobes are intentionally deciding not to have basic reading comprehension.

“Does your ability to fuck men just disappear” Ain’t nobody said that lesbians are physically incapable of fucking men. When we say that lesbians can’t fuck men we’re saying that we don’t want to because we’re not sexually attracted to them. And we’re saying that if you’re a woman who fucks men then you can’t be a lesbian by definition. You can’t be a lesbian and also enjoy fucking men. Stop intentionally warping and misrepresenting our words because you want to jump through hoops to erase our identity. You’re all so fucking stupid. And at this point I think you assholes know you don’t have an argument so that’s why you have to resort to these “semantics”.

“Lesbians can do whatever they want including fucking the occasional man if it makes them happy” y’all are just blatantly spouting false bullshit at this point omfg what part of LESBIANS AREN’T ATTRACTED TO MEN DON’T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?! No fucking men doesn’t make us happy because then we wouldn’t be lesbians fool, but you know who it does make happy? Men. Because men fantasize about getting into lesbians’ pants and robbing the one group of women and non-binary people who do not desire or identify as men of that right to unavailability to men. They get off to the idea of a woman they are attracted to but who isn’t attracted to their gender having that lack of attraction overridden and being forced to make themselves accessible to men. And you guys are giving these men more validity, so yeah. Thanks for that.

”You don’t speak for all lesbians” bitch I know for a fact that all lesbians are unattracted to men and want nothing whatsoever to do with men in the slightest. We don’t want to have sex with or marry or date a man whether cis trans nonbinary or whatever the fuck. Because we’re not attracted to men, which because you’re a lesbophobic idiot I apparently have to fucking spell out for you. Show me a “lesbian” who is attracted to men and I can guarantee you that they aren’t actually a lesbian because ACTUAL LESBIANS aren’t into men. That’s just how it is. That’s just life. It’s our sexuality and if you can’t respect that then just go step on a Lego.

God I am so sick and tired of y’all.

Also this dumb bitch @/mlembug decided it would be a good idea to screenshot my friends’ posts about lesbophobia, and this other idiotic fucking clown named @/theotin reblogged from mlembug and tagged it #radfems. When all the posts did was say that lesbians are not attracted to men, to not interact with them if you are a bi “lesbian” or “les”boy, and that the lgbt community needs to pay more attention to lesbophobia in the community and that lesbians shouldn’t be the only ones calling lesbophobia out. One of them was even explicitly in support of trans people and including trans women in lesbianism! (Although I’m friends with these people so I know for a fact that they are all trans-accepting and despise transmisogyny, just like most of the lesbian community, mind you) And yet they were all called radfems for the vile sin of being lesbians and calling out lesbophobia. At this point you guys are just saying the quiet part out loud. You all hate lesbians for existing. It doesn’t matter if we’re explicitly against transphobia of all sorts. You don’t actually care about defending trans people. You just hate lesbians for not being attracted to men and try to pretend/convince us that we are and you’re unashamed of it. Disgusting.

I can’t believe how widespread the lesbophobia on this site is. But then again, I’m also not surprised. Keep entertaining yourselves with your pathetic little daydreams that lesbians can fuck men because you’d rather have something in common with cishet men who watch corrective rape porn than us. Just don’t be surprised when the “mean” lesbians don’t wanna be friends with your stupid, annoying, sorry asses.

[blues824]

I saw the Douma mc with the dateables so I can request a Douma Mc with the brothers? Like being this cheery person who happens to be a demon is actually just apathetic?

Sure thing! I cut them a bit short tho because it’s a few more characters to write for. Also, I got this request on my birthday- August 24th (which is the same as Riddle Rosehearts, I’m aware0

Also, MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING! TOPICS OF DEATH, CANNIBALISM(?), AND JUST DOUMA-RELATED SHIT ARE MENTIONED!

Lucifer

He knew something was up with you, but he couldn’t quite tell what it was. But seriously, ain’t nobody this happy on a Monday, Y/N! Especially when you live with all of the brothers in the House of Lamentation. Could be a tad more discrete.

He got a notification on his DDD that Asmo was doing a livestream session on Devilgram, so he thought he’d take a small break and check it out. That’s when he noticed that this wasn’t a typical stream… Asmo was recording you beating the absolute shit out of another demon with a fan, but he noticed that the other demon had your eye in his hand. Eye for an eye?

When you got back, he noticed that you weren’t smiling, but not exactly angry either. Your facial expression was actually difficult to read. You admitted that you didn’t feel remorseful for killing the other demon. Neither grief nor regret were in your emotional register, and you had to explain this to Lucifer.

He’s seen the student reports, but nowhere did it say you had a cult following. You ‘accidentally’ let it slip out of nowhere that your cult was made up of mostly men, whom you would consume for sustenance. He is exceedingly concerned for Solomon’s life all of a sudden.

Mammon

Mans is too dumb to see any suspicious behavior. You can NOT tell me that he is totally ignorant to any red flags. You were always smiling, which is not something you see very often with demons in Hell. It was a nice change of pace for him.

Now, imagine his surprise when he, some of his brothers, and you all go shopping, and a demon reaches out and drags you into a nearby alleyway. Once the brothers caught up, the demon had your eye in its hand, but you had your deadly fan out and already began beating him to death. He was so scared.

After, you didn’t even seem like you regretted killing someone. The scariest thing of all was that you weren’t smiling either. You seemed irritated. You had to explain that you were never happy, and that you lost the ability to feel emotions a long time ago. Instead, you tricked everyone into thinking you were normal. 

Mammon then went to consult Solomon about you because even though you were a demon, you spent a lot of time in the human world. The sorcerer told him that you had a massive cult that worshiped you, but it was rumored that you would eat your followers because they were mostly men. He didn’t sleep for a few nights in a row.

Leviathan

He probably knows what you’re like because he’s seen the anime “Help! Rip-off Michael Jackson turned my sister into a demon and now I’m trying to find a cure for her!” However, that was an anime! There was no way it could be true… right?

Apparently so, because all over his Deviltube page he saw livestreams of some demon that looked like you, but missing an eye, who was beating up another demon with a gold fan. He clicked on one of them, and he saw that it was you. There was blood everywhere. You were… smiling. Levi dropped his phone and ran to the trash can to throw up.

When you got back to the House of Lamentation, you weren’t smiling anymore. Your eye was restored somehow, but you didn’t seem remorseful for anything that just happened. You didn’t seem to feel any emotion. You confess that you haven’t felt emotions in centuries.

Leviathan then decided to see if your name popped up when looking you up, and he saw a whole ass website dedicated to worshiping you. There was even a tab called ‘sacrifice for the deity’, and he definitely asked you about it. You smiled and told him that this was your cult’s way of sacrificing a young man for you to eat. He passed out right then and there.

Satan

He knows you’re acting very suspiciously as well. No one is happy about receiving a huge group project. You’re very mysterious, Y/N. Luckily, Satan is obsessed with solving mysteries, but he knew that this one would be very hard to solve.

You and him were headed to a bookstore when you got into a fight with another demon. The demon was kicking and scratching, and eventually scratched your eye out. The 4th-born was definitely concerned and was about to rush in to help when he saw you whip out your fan and start beating the absolute hell out of your assailant. Satan had only read of something like this, but the book was wrong about the amount of blood that would be present.

After, he asked you about what just happened and you said that it was nothing special. That’s when he noticed that you weren’t smiling anymore. You had no emotion at all on your face, actually. You told him that you didn’t feel emotions and haven’t felt any in a while. Plus, it would be bad if you felt emotion when judging your worshippers.

That’s when Satan ran to his room. He started going through each of his books, seeing if he could find your name or the name of your cult. That’s when he saw a group called Eternal Paradise. He read through the pages and with the more he read, the more he was growing unnerved. He found out that your cult was made up of mostly men, and you would eat them as a way of “releasing them” from the Hell that is Earth.

Asmodeus

He doesn’t see any suspicious behavior, either. He’s focused on your beauty and your cheery attitude, which is something he appreciates a lot. Your eyes are so pretty, and your clothing style is very traditional and formal!

You both were going to the town center to go shopping, and all of a sudden a demon decided that he had a bone to pick with you. And by bone, I mean eye. Asmo shrieked as he saw your eye in the demon’s hand rather than in your eye socket. Your smile disappeared and you whipped out a golden fan, then you proceeded to beat your assailant to death. You smiled at his last wails for mercy.

Asmo just stared at you in pure shock as you walked away with blood on your hands and fan and a new eyeball in your eye socket. Then he ran to the nearest trash bin to throw up. It was not a pretty sight to see. You explained that you didn’t feel emotion and therefore didn’t feel anything towards what happened. 

Asmo went to Solomon immediately, where he found out that you were the leader of a cult. He’s only seen this in twisted horror movies, but as he listened to the sorcerer he grew more and more terrified. You had a cult that was made up mostly of men, and you would eat them as a way of releasing them from the cruelties of the world?? He feels light-headed all of a sudden…

Beelzebub

Again, not suspicious at all. For all he knows you are just naturally happy, and there’s nothing wrong with that! Why be negative when you can always see the bright side of life? Don’t you know the power behind a smile?

Obviously, he didn’t. Because at his Fangol game he saw that the game was canceled because someone apparently died at the stadium. He was ushered off the field as well as his team members when he heard that you had killed someone with a sharp golden fan. He caught a glimpse of you, and you had blood all over your face as well as an eye socket that looked like it was growing a new eye.

When he got back home, he waited for you. When you did get back, you explained that you didn’t feel sorry about anything because you can’t feel anything. In fact, it’s been a while since you were able to kill anyone, and it was nice to get back into doing what you do best. Beel’s jaw dropped in just pure shock and fear.

He went all over the place to see if he could find anything written about you. He went to Solomon, Satan, the library, every bookstore around, scrolled through the internet, and he saw that you ran a cult that was made up mostly of male humans who you would eat to “release” them from the troubles that life brought. Apparently he didn’t know you as well as he thought you did.

Belphegor

He knew something was up. He might be sleeping all the time, but he ain’t sleeping on your smiling facade. Nobody can ever be this happy. Always one day that is absolute crap and you just want to sit on the couch with a carton of ice cream while watching Titanic.

He was scrolling on his phone one day when he saw that Asmo was live streaming. Belphie usually just ignored it, but he saw different emojis and messages than usual. He clicked on it and he saw that you were beating a demon who looked like he had your eye in his hand?? He thought he was dreaming until he realized that this was indeed very real.

When you got back home, your eye was being reformed in your socket and you had blood all over you and your clothes. Now, this isn’t Belphie’s first rodeo, but he has never seen the whole eye thing. He asks you if you’re okay, and you tell him that you don’t feel anything and haven’t really felt anything for a long while now.

He’s scared to find more about you, so he won’t do any research. Instead, he would listen to his brothers’ secret conversations about you. That way he could say that he didn’t see anything if he was confronted by you.

[discluded]

There’s something I just genuinely don’t get with the whole homophobia in THC bullshit, and with Apo and where he’s at in his career now. I understand that he was bullied a lot earlier in his career for multiple reasons like his darker skin tone (stunning) and his mannerisms that made him “seem gay”/target for ridicule (never change boo ❤️).

But now that’s he’s been proven super successful while still being those things, I dunno, I guess I would think people would be a little less like that so directly to him and within his circle, in the sense that what he’s doing is now super successful and obviously working/raising $$$/growing opportunities? Wouldn’t it make more sense for the new kids to at least just keep their homophobia to themselves? I know whole cultures/industries don’t change like that but I mean, in his house?

And with allllllll the issues with the hidden character show, I can’t fathom being dumb enough to be the new kid and being so open about being homophobic TO THE FACE of the boss (Mile) and when you know Apo is very high up/respected in the company? Like it’s directly insulting the host and the top talent you’re auditioning for? I would be embarrassed as hell to tell that narrative with my whole chest and then like, try for a job after. and this isn’t even specific to the dumbass who tried to make himself the victim by way of being “called gay” in school (cry me a fucking river), but the whole gang in general reinforcing this thinking as norm/cool/acceptable. Is this where BOC was trying to start an edgy/forward thinking conversation and flopped? Or is something lost in translation?

I’m not wording this right but I don’t really know how else to say it. I’m just so glad I’m gay and my boss is gay and most of my office is queer. like ain’t nobody dumb enough to act remotely like that anywhere near our building.

wait, friend, back up. what. after the shit show last week I just waited for folks to pull out the interesting clips.

one of the kids was homophobic to Apo? to Mile? in general in Mile and Apo's vicinity?

this entire show is a mess. as @concernedlily pointed out, Pond just seems to be using them for their story and not because they have any talent in acting 🙃 good luck being extra unemployable after this I guess

[memestockpile]

the outsiders (1967) feel free to change as needed.

how’d you like that haircut to begin just below the chin?

quit shaking me, [name], i’m okay.

they didn’t hurt you too bad, did they?

did they pull a blade on you?

easy. they ain’t gonna hurt you no more.

you’re an okay kid.

you’re crazy. out of your mind.

nice looking bruise you got there, kid.

makes you look tough.

what were you doing, walking by your lonesome?

you’ve always got your nose in a book, but do you ever use your head for common sense?

if you did have to go by yourself, you should have carried a blade. 

i was planning on getting boozed up tomorrow night. 

you’re gonna put me to sleep. 

you cold?

got more worries than somebody your age ought to. 

you’re not dumb.

don’t be like that, kid.

take your feet off the chair.

shut your trap.

oh, my, my, you’ve got me scared to death.

get lost, hood!

that’s an original and lovely name.

what’s a nice, smart kid like you running around with trash like that for?

you’ve seen too much to be innocent.

you’re a sharp one.

skin fighting isn’t rough. ain’t nothing wrong with throwing a few punches.

it blows off steam better than anything. 

don’t talk. you’re gonna be okay. it’s okay. they’re gone now. it’s okay.

things are rough all over.

i never told anyone that.

how come you’re so mean?

you read a lot, don’t you?

i’ll bet you watch sunsets, too.

who’s acting? i’m a natural normal.

don’t get mouthy.

i bet he wishes he could stick me in a home somewhere.

that ain’t right. you got it wrong. 

shut your mouth, kid. 

you know better than to talk to [name] like that.

i’m sorry. i was just mad.

stop talking like that. we couldn’t get along without you, so you can just shut up!

it ain’t fair that we have all the rough breaks!

you call reeling and passing out in the streets ‘a little drunk’?

i can’t stand fights. 

if i see you someplace and don’t say hi, well, it’s not personal or anything. 

gonna go play a little snooker and hunt up a poker game. 

man, that was a tough car. 

glory, what time is it?

it’s two in the morning, kiddo. another hour and i would have had the police out after you.

you haven’t even got a coat on.

come on, we’re running away.

what happened? i never seen you bawl like that.

i walk in that house, and nobody says anything. i walk out, and nobody says anything. i stay away all night, and nobody notices.

it ain’t the same as having your own folks care about you.

you could use a bath.

i killed him. i killed that boy. 

i think i’m gonna be sick.

we’ll need money. and maybe a gun. and a plan. 

you’ll die of pneumonia.

get that sweatshirt off. dry off and wait here. 

you ought to know better.

wish i had me a weed. 

take care, kid. 

make like a farm boy taking a walk or something. 

for pete’s sake, run a comb through your hair and quit slouching. 

i can lie so easily that it spooks me sometimes. 

a week’s supply of bologna, two loaves of bread, a box of matches. 

how’d you know i always wanted one?

i thought you could maybe read it out loud and help kill time or something. 

the first thing the judge does is make you get a haircut. 

you can’t wash your hair in that freezing water in this weather. you’ll get a cold. 

it’s like being in a halloween costume we can’t get out of. 

there sure is a lot of blood in people. 

we ain’t gonna cry no more, are we? 

nothing gold can stay.

you know, i never noticed colors and clouds and stuff until you kept reminding me about them.

i skipped breakfast and i’m about starved. 

you look like you’ve been through the mill.

you sure can cuss. 

you don’t need to make like every mouthful’s your last.

what do they do for kicks around here, play checkers?

we’re going back and turning ourselves in. 

my old man don’t give a hang whether i’m in jail or dead in a car wreck or drunk in the gutter. 

i ain’t mad at you. i just don’t want you to get hurt. 

get back in here before i beat your head in. 

take it easy, kid. you’re in an ambulance. 

you’re the bravest kid i’ve seen in a long time. 

i think you were sent straight from heaven. 

you shouldn’t be smoking. you’re too young. 

i thought we’d lost you. 

what would you do right now if you could do anything you wanted?

getting mighty big to be carried. 

don’t slam the door. 

can’t you wait til i set the eggs down?

aw, lay off. 

hate to tell you, buddy, but you have to wear clothes to work. there’s a law or something. 

i had one of those dreams last night. the one i can’t ever remember. 

we’re gonna throw a big party and everybody can get stoned. 

where you gonna get the dough, little man?

i hate to leave you here by yourself. 

holler uncle!

you take a couple of aspirins and go easy.

you smoke more than a pack and i’ll skin you. understood?

this house ain’t messy. you oughta see my house. 

shoot, kid, if i ever did that, my mom would die of shock. 

he’s so greasy, he glides when he walks. he goes to the barber for an oil change, not a haircut. 

i’m sick of it because it doesn’t do any good.

i think i’m going to leave town. 

you get a little money and the whole world hates you. 

they treating you okay, kid?

you want to know something, [name]? i’m scared stiff. 

i don’t want to die. it ain’t long enough. [age] years ain’t long enough. 

no wonder he hates your guts. 

man, am i glad to see you!

kid, you scared the devil outta me the other day. 

you still got that fancy black-handled switch?

you feel okay? you’re awful hot. 

i got an awful feeling something’s gonna happen. 

you’re funny. we ought to send you in to the reader’s digest. 

you fight real good for a kid your size.

i thought you were in the hospital. 

sucker!

we’re all proud of you, buddy. 

stay gold, [name]. 

you little punk, that’s what you get. 

are you alright, kid? you look like you’ve been in a fight.

you’re bleeding all over my car seats.

gosh, mister, i’m sorry. 

i’m not about to dump a hurt kid out on the streets this time of night.

you look sick. sit down. 

you blasted fool.

easy, buddy, easy. there’s nothing we can do now. 

now please hush up, will you, honey? you’ve got a fever. go back to sleep.

gosh, kid, you had us scared to death. 

i don’t know, baby. i just don’t know. 

how’d you like some mushroom soup?

we stayed with you so much that the doctor told us we were going to end up in the hospital ourselves if we didn’t get some sleep. 

you look beat. i bet you ain’t had three hours sleep since saturday night. 

[full name], put out that cigarette!

you’re not like the rest of us. don’t try to be. 

you little son of a gun. 

you don’t just stop living because you lose someone. 

you don’t have to draw me a picture. 

i dropped out because i’m dumb. 

we’re all we’ve got left. we ought to be able to stick together against everything.