#I’m at my Mcfucking limit

[begaycommittreason]

i hate satosugu editors. satosugu artists. fic writers. enthusiasts. enjoyers. supporters. even just acknowledgers of that godawful ship because your presence encourages that shit

i will never have a moment of peace on this fucking planet if i have to see the most heartbreakingly tragic “right person, never got to have a right time” fucking post about those two soulmates on every media page i go to

there is also a special place in hell for those who pair any of this with phoebe bridgers, mitski, taylor swift, or hozier.

you know who you are. you know exactly what you’re doing.

for the sake of my sanity— stop it.

[bro-atz]

superstar

in which: you punish idol seonghwa in real life because out of everyone in the limited theme cards you missed, it was only him

pair: idol!seonghwa/afab!reader

word count: 3k

content: smut, (minimal) bdsm, slight sadism... oop, oral sex, bedroom sex, so loud the entire dorm hears, unprotected sex (but you're long time partners, so it's consensual), completely consensual!

author's note: i spent a solid hour screaming at my phone to the point where my roommate called me an overdramatic husky all bc i was trying to finish the gd wake up theme but i never got to mcfucking finish it bc the seonghwa card refused to show up and i'm still livid so this is my way of telling hwa to square up (ง'̀-'́)ง

apply for the permanent taglist here! superstar!series: seonghwa, san

You were hanging out in the dorm with the boys while playing SuperStar ATEEZ, a couple of the boys sitting in the living room with you— Yunho, San, and your boyfriend Seonghwa. Usually, you’d get three stars for the songs that San couldn’t get while Seonghwa and Yunho would play through the levels themselves just trying to one up the other. This day, though, you were absolutely livid with the game.

They had dropped a limited edition card pack with a song from their latest comeback six days prior, and you had yet to collect cards for all eight members on the final day with just thirty minutes to spare. You were tapping on your screen angrily as San and Yunho watched with wary eyes— Seonghwa, meanwhile, had gone somewhere in the dorm to do this and that.

“I swear to fucking God, if I don’t get this card, I’m going to kill someone,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Which card?” Yunho asked as he leaned over your shoulder to peak at your screen.

“This fucking bitch,” you pointed to the greyed out card on your screen and huffed. “It’s always fucking impossible for me to get Hwa cards, I’m telling you.”

You purchased another pack and tapped the buttons quickly, trying to see if you got the Seonghwa card you needed, only to get two Mingi C cards for the limited theme.

“Fuck off Mingi!” you shrieked.

Mingi, who heard you, popped his head out of his room and frowned. “What the fuck did I do?!”

You were still angrily tapping away on your phone, so San answered for you, “No, she just keeps getting your card for SuperStar ATEEZ. Nothing personal.”

“Oh, shit… Y/N is playing SuperStar right now?” Mingi said with a grimace on his face.

“Yep,” Yunho confirmed.

Mingi nodded with a frown before slowly retreating into his room— he did not like interacting with you when you were playing SuperStar ATEEZ because you were just too intense for him. Well, at least sober him didn’t like interacting with competitive you.

You had five minutes left and one more attempt at buying the special thirty pack. If you didn’t get Seonghwa in this pack, then hopefully you could get him in the A card pull since you would have bought the special pack forty times by then.

“Come on, come on, come on, come on,” you said under your breath as the cards were revealed.

You didn’t get any of the limited edition theme cards. Fine, at least you had the A pull.

“You have got to be shitting me! Not another fucking Choi fucking San card!” you screamed.

San, scared for his life, immediately rushed to his room. He peeked through the crack in the doorframe. Before you could smash your phone into the ground, Yunho snatched your phone out of your hands and did his best to calm you down, but you were a force to be reckoned with. Out of all the cards you had to be missing, it just happened to be the one person you loved and cared about the most. You couldn’t even get a C version of your boyfriend’s card!

“Park Seonghwa, get your ass over here right now!” you yelled, knowing that the man could definitely hear your voice echoing in the dorm.

Seonghwa immediately rushed over to you, his eyes wide. “Sweetheart? What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

He tried to wrap his arms around you and comfort you as he usually did, but you were not there for it. You knew that you failing to get his card was not your boyfriend’s fault, but you still wanted to take your anger out on him.

“Come with me, you annoying piece of shit,” you told him as held onto the collar of his shirt tightly.

You dragged him all the way to his bedroom and pushed him so that he fell onto his bed. You locked the door behind you then ordered, “Take off your shirt and pants right now.”

“Y/N, can you please tell me what on Earth is going on?” Seonghwa asked while obeying your order. “Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?”

“Baby, I love you, but just shut the fuck up for now because I’m going to kill you right now. I’m very fucking angry.”

You took Seonghwa’s shirt and tied one of his wrists to the headboard while his other wrist was tied up by his pants. You straddled his waist and held his face with one hand, your fingers squishing his cheeks. Seonghwa looked up at you with his starry eyes which were once filled with fear now replaced by desire.

“Why do you continue to evade me, baby? I’m sick and tired of this,” you began your rant. “All I want is to complete my fucking set, but I can’t get your fucking card for the life of me!”

“My photocard?” Seonghwa said kind of cutely since you were still squishing his cheeks— it nearly made you smile, but you held your frown because anger first.

“No, your card in SuperStar.”

Seonghwa let out a puff of air that was most likely supposed to be a giggle, infuriating you further. “It’s not funny, Hwa! I’m really fucking upset! I’m not going to have a complete set, and it’s all your fault!”

You let go of his face to slap his chest lightly. Seonghwa let out a little sigh as he played along and said, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I wish I could give you the card… How can I make it up to you?”

“Keep your mouth shut. I want you to suffer, now.”

You kissed him harshly, your teeth sinking into his lower lip. Seonghwa’s entire body reacted, and he let out a little grunt, only for you to stop kissing him and slap his face— it wasn’t a hard slap, but it was definitely strong enough for him to stare at you with wide eyes, his boba eyes trembling.

“I told you to keep your mouth shut. If I hear a single noise come out of your mouth, I’ll fucking kill you… You are only to answer when I ask you a question,” you instructed.

Seonghwa gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and answered with a tiny nod. You had to bite your tongue to keep from smiling. Submissive Seonghwa was always a sight to behold because he (for some odd reason) was usually the dominant one in your relationship. Whenever he wore that fuck ass black wife-beater, he always uses the fact that you thirst for him greatly against you in bed and orders you around. It was your turn. You were excited.

“You’ve been a bad boy,” you started, your voice dropping. You lowered yourself so that you could whisper in his ear, “A very, very, bad boy. Do you know why?”

“No… Why?” Seonghwa answered, his voice wavering with both fear and excitement.

You slapped his face. “It’s ma’am to you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am…”

“Good. Do you know why you’ve been a bad boy?”

“No, ma’am… Please tell me why.”

You traced Seonghwa’s jawline with your fingernail, then ran your fingertips lightly from his forehead to his lips. Your fingers lingered on his lips as you told him, “I want you. I don’t want Mingi or San. When I tell you to come, then you better come.”

Your other hand cupped Seonghwa’s stiff crotch. You were talking about his card when you told him to come, but you also meant it in the dirty sense. Your hold on his balls got tighter, making the man’s body lurch.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I say it’s okay, understand?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy,” you said with a nod. Your fingers, which were still on his lips, pushed forward as you said, “Suck.”

Seonghwa took your middle two fingers into his mouth and began to suck, his tongue swirling around them. You pressed your lips together to suppress a moan. You felt your panties getting wetter by the second, but you had to be patient. You wanted everything to be a slow burn to make Seonghwa suffer— the same way his card taunted you for a week.

You reached down his briefs and produced his stiff cock, pre-cum leaking out at an uncontrollable rate.

“You’re a bad, dirty boy. Look at how desperate your dick is for my touch,” you said with a slight smirk as you swirled circles on the top, your finger picking up some of the pre-cum. You then licked your finger, Seonghwa’s face going red. He wanted to look away, but your fingers were still in his mouth. Luckily for him, you wanted your fingers back, and so he was able to turn his head when your fingers withdrew.

“Who said you could look away?” you asked sternly, Seonghwa’s head immediately moving back into place. “You are to keep your eyes on me, got it?”

“Yes ma’am,” Seonghwa said breathily as you moved your hand to his dick and squeezed lightly.

You took off your shirt and placed it on the bed knowing that you were going to need it later. You moved down until your face was right by his penis. You would be lying if you said you weren’t thirsting for his hot, throbbing cock. You wanted him inside you desperately, but slow burn… You had to take your time.

“Now,” you said after placing a light kiss on the top of his penis. “You must keep your eyes on me, you are not to cum until I say it’s okay, you are not to move at all, and I don’t want to hear a single noise come from you.”

Seonghwa nodded, his lower lip trapped between his teeth as he prepared for whatever it was you were going to do to him. You bent down, and Seonghwa braced himself for he was expecting you to take him right into your mouth. You, on the other hand, took your sweet fucking time. You delicately ran your nails along his length, observing his pretty dick. His dick was angry, red, and throbbing, but it was still so gorgeous— just like how Seonghwa was he was angry.

Then, you ran your tongue along his penis, a trail of saliva connecting the head to the tip of your tongue. You wanted to lap him up like an erotic lollipop and not just stick it in your mouth. Seonghwa’s entire body shivered as you continued lick after lick. Your hand rubbed his length as your tongue swirled around the tip. And finally, when you began to suck on the tip of his penis, you intentionally looked up at Seonghwa with what he liked to describe as “your seductive eyes”.

Seonghwa was a mess. He was biting his lip hard, and his wrists were strained— he definitely wanted to push your head down like he usually did and fuck your mouth until you gagged, but you weren’t going to let him. Absolutely not.

You took all of him into your mouth, his penis nearly hitting the back of your throat. You moved slowly, savoring ever little bit of him, which was excruciating for him and you knew it. You were enjoying every single bit of it, noting his trembling thighs and hips, and you continued to enjoy it until he pushed his waist upwards, making you gag slightly. You immediately sat up and slapped his face.

“I said you weren’t allowed to move, didn’t I?!”

“Yes, ma’am, you did,” he replied meekly.

“Then why did you move when I specifically told you not to?”

“…Sorry, ma’am.”

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it, Seonghwa,” you spat as you got off the bed and moved away from him. “You need to beg forgiveness.”

“What happens if I don’t?” he asked, getting a little cheeky, which annoyed the shit out of you.

“Then you can remain like that,” you gestured to his wrists and trembling, erect penis.

Seonghwa’s eyes widened. He shook his head furiously as he said, “No! No, Y/N, please don’t do that! I’m sorry!”

You ran your fingers through his hair and grabbed onto the roots before pulling his head backwards. He stared at you with the same trembling eyes from before accompanied by a quivering lip, intensifying the fire raging inside you.

“What did I say?” you hissed.

“Sorry! I meant ma’am. I’m sorry, ma’am,” Seonghwa was near tears.

You felt a little bad. You both knew that you weren’t actually mad, but you were scared that you were taking it a little too far. Seonghwa had yet to use the safe word you both came up with earlier on in your relationship, but you decided to lay off. Your fingers released his hair. You cupped his face lovingly and left him with a sweet kiss. You tasted a hint of blood as you kissed him, making you realize that Seonghwa bit his lip so hard that he started bleeding.

“Alright, I’ll allow you to call me by my name,” you whispered as you rubbed his cheek with your thumb. “But, I want you to scream my name, okay?”

Seonghwa nodded, his tense body easing up. You got on the bed again and grabbed your shirt, Seonghwa staring at you with wide eyes.

“You’re not going to untie me?” he asked.

“No. If anything, I’m going to tie another piece of clothing around you,” you said as you showed him your bunched up shirt.

“Where?!”

You smirked. Next thing you knew, Seonghwa was blindfolded. You removed the rest of your clothing as a clearly antsy Seonghwa waited for you to touch him.

“Y/N,” he whimpered. “Hurry…”

“I told you what to do. Beg. Scream my name,” you whispered in his ear.

“Y/N! Please! I want you! I need you so bad!” Seonghwa cried loudly while almost thrashing his free limbs about.

“Good boy.”

You straddled your boyfriend, his cock rubbing along your ass crack. You watched Seonghwa bite his lower lip again and squirm while trying to hold back a moan. You pulled his lip out gently with your fingertips and said, “Don’t hold back.”

With that, you positioned yourself and sat down slowly, a loud, long, airy moan echoing in the room. Before you started moving, you thought up the dumbest fucking line and wanted to use it on your struggling boyfriend.

“Hwa, want me to slow it down? Make it bouncy?” you teased.

“Fuck, Y/N, don’t— Hnngh! Ah!”

Seonghwa’s voice cracked as he moaned loudly when you clenched your pussy, which for some odd reason turned you on incredibly. Holding onto the back of your legs for support, you started moving— bouncing—and moaned quietly, wanting to hear more of Seonghwa’s moans, groans, and cries. His breathing was rough and sporadic, egging you on to move faster, causing your own breathing to get rougher the more you tried to refrain from moaning. His hips bucked upwards in rhythm with yours, but that wasn’t enough for his pleasure.

“Y/N, please untie me! I want to touch you,” Seonghwa pleaded.

“That… Defeats the purpose… Of the punishment,” you said while panting.

So, since Seonghwa couldn’t touch you, you lowered yourself so that you were pressing your breasts against his chest. The difference in angle was really doing it for Seonghwa because his voice cracked yet again, his moans getting higher in pitch. You wished that you could see your boyfriend’s eyes in that moment because you knew for a fact that they were rolling to the back of his head— they always did when the two of you had sex.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Seonghwa muttered under his breath, the influx of profanities rolling off his tongue nearly making you cum.

Before he could utter another word, you brought your lips to his and kissed him passionately, Seonghwa’s long and rude tongue invading your mouth within seconds. He could only last so long, though, as his breathing was getting quicker and shallower. The man gasped as you released his lips then trailed painfully sweet hickeys down his neck. Right as you got to his collarbone, you moved your hand to his chest and played with his nipple.

“Oh God!” Seonghwa whimpered. “Y/N, I wanna cum!”

“Okay, baby. Cum inside,” you gave him your blessing (only because you, too, were nearing your climax).

With a final slap of your ass on his hips, you pressed your body down and cried with pleasure. You came first, completely moving yourself off of his cock so that you could squirt, your thighs trembling as you barely held yourself up.

You held Seonghwa’s dick and sat back down on it with another unintentional clench. Seonghwa groaned loudly as he came, his load shooting through you and filling you up. His cock spasmed several times inside you, nearly making you cum once more.

You collapsed on him with a deep sigh and rested for a brief moment before you reached and untied one of the restraints. You remained laying on his chest and listened to his beating heart return to a normal rate, leaving Seonghwa to untie the other restraint and blindfold himself (which he did almost immediately). His arms, once they were free, embraced you, his hands holding onto your ass, his dick still deep inside you.

“Sweetheart,” Seonghwa said his nickname for you softly, prompting you to look up at him. “Fuck, you can’t look at me with those eyes.”

His penis stiffened inside you again. His hands itched to move your ass up and down on his dick, but he didn’t just yet.

“You want to go again, don’t you?” you asked him.

“Yes, please.”

An hour and a half later, you finished up in the shower and emerged from Seonghwa’s bedroom wearing fresh clothes. You saw Yunho sitting in the living room, a grin appearing on his face the second he saw you.

“Get it out of your system?” he asked.

“Yup,” you responded cheerily as you flopped into the arm chair in the living room.

“Coast is clear, boys!” Yunho called out, prompting San and Mingi to emerge from their rooms.

They joined you and Yunho in the living room. San looked around before asking, “Seonghwa?”

“Mortified.”

“You scream his name like every other night, but he’s shy when he screams your name? Tsk tsk,” Mingi shook his head.

“He’s more embarrassed about the fact that his voice cracked,” you had to stifle a laugh.

The other three boys shared sympathetic nods— they’d all been there before.

Several minutes later, Seonghwa finally emerged from his room, his face pink. He was still embarrassed. He joined you in the arm chair and hugged you tightly as you sat on his lap. He dug his face in the nook of your neck and let out a tiny whine.

“Baby, I won’t embarrass you like this again as long as I get your card,” you said softly while petting his hair. “So you better make sure I get the card next time, okay?”

“How the fuck am I going to do that?!” Seonghwa said in despair.

“You could give her your credit card,” Mingi put in his two cents.

“How would that help?”

“She can buy all the packs, even the hella expensive ones. She’ll be sure to finish her set if she gets the packs,” Yunho explained.

“Oh! That’s a good idea! Give me your credit card,” you faced your boyfriend with sparkles in your eyes and an open palm.

“…I’d rather you just punish me, sweetheart.”

You frowned. You grabbed his cheeks and brought him closer to you before whispering threateningly, “Then I won’t have mercy on you next time.”

“…On second thought, let me go grab my wallet.”

[ambrosiaandart]

I’m at my McFucking limit 😭😭😭😭 Ao3 is down again and I’m experiencing withdrawals

[renewed-outlook]

Actually gonna get drunk, smoke some meth laced weed and actually fuckin kms. I’m at my McFucking limit

[governors-simp]

I’m at my MCFUCKING LIMIT. Here you are my Walking dead fans I did the meme but Maggie and Negan. Enjoy

Lol

[spookyspiderboiii]

I’m at my mcfucking LIMIT

[theharrowing]

not u teasing me as a joke to begin with and it becoming a full on war… i’m sorry babe i had to. (i’m queer so you’re all good 🤭🤭🤭🤭)

i have reached my mcfucking limit (but also lmao i love youuuu)

😅😩🥰

[donut-cloud]

Lifesteal incorrect quotes

Redoons : The only straight I am is a straight-up badass.

Vitalasy: Hello, McDonald's, I would like to purchase 130 chicken nuggets. Prepare yourselves.

Leowook: New challenge! Don't say stupid shit for 24 hours!

Redoons, in the hospital: Will you visit me when I get out? Ashswag: Lol nah, I hate graveyards.

Rekrap: *raises eyebrows* Branzy: Put those back down!

*Casually in the Middle of a High Stakes/Dangerous Situation* Ashswag: How do you eat pickles? Leowook: What do you mean? Ashswag: I mean, there's a whole process. It's not like you can grab them from the jar with your hand, because it's cold and the juice burns if you have a cut, plus, it's pretty unsanitary. And you can't use a spoon because you'll have to scoop it out, and it'll be way too difficult to grab more than three or four without taking 10 minutes along with half the brine in the jar, even if it's one with holes. Leowook: Yeah, that's why you use a fork. Ashswag: Okay, sure, but what if you don't have one of the big ones clean? It's weird to use a small one. But there is always one of those smaller sharp knives clean. Leowook: But the straight edge doesn't really fit the cylindrical shape, and you have to make sure you don' t break it, it's too much work. Ashswag: It makes me feel like I deserve the pickles though. Like, "Yeah, I did it. That's right. Good job me." It's empowering. But even after that, it's not like you can use a bowl. Leowook: I get that, it's not ascetically pleasing. Ashswag: Exactly! And it looks weird if you don't entirely fill the bowl, but you also can't eat that many. My solution: Use a mug. Leowook: *Nods in agreement* Rekrap: That is all very interesting, BUT WE'RE TRYING NOT TO DIE RIGHT NOW! USE YOUR LIMITED ATTENTION SPANS AND FOCUS! Ashswag: Jeez, okay. Leowook: Quit yelling at us already.

Parrot: That sounds super! Doesn't that sound super, Rekrap? Rekrap: No. Parrot: I think I speak for Rekrap when I say it sounds really super.

Mappic: What is this!? Subz: That's the weight of guilt. Give in to the nice side. Help those unfortunate, and make the guilt go away, my friend. Mappic: Ow! Make it stop! Subz: Surrender to your kindness, Mappic. It's nice to be nice. Mappic: Your guilt is strong, my friend. But it is no match for the power of my selfishness!

Branzy, to Subz: If Leowook doesn't say "I'm King of the world" within an hour on that boat, I will give you my next pay check. Leowook, within 5 minutes of getting on the boat: I'M KING OF THE WORLD!!!

Spoke: Something's off. Zam: Maybe you've finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people. Spoke: No, but that's funny.

Ashswag, working at McDonald's: Sorry sir, we don't serve a McFuck here, so either you throw that one slice of pickle out or we're gonna have a McProblem.

*Ashswag and Rekrap playing minecraft* Ashswag: Oh no, oh no, oh no- Rekrap: What's wrong? Ashswag: I did a thing. Rekrap: You regret the thing you dID- Ashswag: *screams* Rekrap: What the fuck did you do- *sees mass of aggravated Piglin* Damn it- Ashswag: *screams again*

Spoke: It's alright, we have salt packets. Spoke: Not the ones that snap in half, but sure.

Subz: Hi, could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire?? Rekrap: Microwave for 40 minutes. McClutch : Why were you microwaving a lemon??? Rekrap: I read boiling lemons helps cover up up bad smells (I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges) but I didn't own any pots. Ashswag: Did you burn an orange too? How??? Rekrap: Microwave for 40 minutes.

Clown: When I said bring me something back from the beach I meant like a conch shell! Branzy : *Struggling to hold a seagull* Fucking say that next time!

Midmysticx: Being half asleep and feeling someone gently plant a kiss on your forehead is one of the purest kinds of love in the world. Mappic: Unless you're home alone.

Zam: I'm bored, any suggestions? Leowook: Sleeping is nice. Zam: I acknowledge your suggestion, and I'm deciding to ignore it.

*Zam drunkenly wanders around the house and Leowook is drunkenly giggling* Vortex , completely sober: *sighs* Well, looks like it's just me and you against the wold, Vitalasy. Vitalasy, going to their room: Nope, just you. *shuts door*

Branzy: Why do you hang out with me? Rekrap : You're the best thing that's ever happened to me! Branzy: ... Branzy: I feel a bit sorry for you.

Spoke: *holding a salt packet* It's just a little sodium chloride. Mappic: Actually Spoke, it's salt. Spoke: That's what I said, sodium chloride. Mappic: Uh Spoke, that would be salt. Mappic: *takes salt packer from Spoke* This is iodized table salt, which in addition to sodium chloride contains anti-caking agents and potassium iodate, which is added to prevent iodine deficiency. So not only are you being overly pretentious by insisting on using scientific terminology for everyday items, you are factually wrong. Your arrogance is your downfall, you annoying little shit.

Zam: I'd like to live through a week that's not a whole new verse of "We Didn't Start the Fire."

Mappic: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions? Rekrap: Put spaghetti in it. Mappic: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you. Clown: Put spaghetti in it. Mappic: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two. Branzy: Put spaghetti in it. Mappic: I am no longer taking suggestions.

Rekrap : Just be yourself. Clown : 'Be myself'? Rek , I have one day to win Branzy over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me? Mid: Couple weeks. Leo: Six months. Zam : Jury's still out. Clown : See, Rek ? Clown : 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?

Branzy : Clown ... How do I begin to explain Clown ? Mid: Clown is flawless. Rekrap: I hear their hair's insured for $10,000. Leo: I hear they do car commercials... in Japan. Zam : One time they punched me in the face... it was awesome.

Branzy : Dumbest scar stories, go! Zam : I burned my tongue once drinking tea. Mid: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it. Rekrap: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade. Leo: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn. Clown : Clown : I have emotional scars.

Leo: If you got arrested what would be the charges? Cube : Theft. Spep: Disturbing the peace. Zam: Aggravated assault. Mid: Arson. Clown: All of the above.In that order, probably.

Mid: Between Leo, Zam, Clown, and Spep -- if you had to -- who would you punch? Cube : No one! They're my friends. I wouldn't punch any of them. Mid: Clown? Cube : Yeah, but I don't know why.

Clown : Are you sure this is the right direction? Ivory : Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest! Rasplin: In that case, we're definitely lost.

Clown : In your opinion, what's the height of stupidity? Ivory : *turning to Rasplin* How tall are you? Clown : Hey Ivory ,

Ivory : Yes? Clown : Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it's on? Ivory : Ivory : Where's Rasplin?

Clown , to Ivory : My life is in the hands of an idiot! Ivory , motioning to themself and Rasplin: No no no no no, TWO idiots!

Clown : If Ivory and I were drowning, who would you save? Rasplin: You two can't swim? Ivory : It's a hypothetical question, Rasplin! who would you save? Rasplin: my time and effort.

Clown : Why are you on the floor? Ivory : I'm depressed. Ivory : Also I was stabbed, can you get Rasplin, please.

Clown , negotiating with Ivory : We have Rasplin. Give us ten thousand dollars and they will be returned to you unharmed Rasplin: Whoa, whoa, wait, you think I'm only worth ten thousand dollars? Clown : Rasplin: MAKE IT ONE MILLION– Clown : RASPLIN STOP

Clown : I know you snuck out last night, Ivory . Rasplin: Play dumb! Ivory : Who's Ivory ? Rasplin: NOT THAT DUMB!!!

Clown : So, what, now I'm just supposed to do anything that Ivory does? I mean, what if they jumped off a cliff? Rasplin: If Ivory were to jump off a cliff, they would've done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Ivory jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff. Clown : You jump off a cliff! Rasplin: Gladly. Provided Ivory did first.

Clown : Um, Ivory , why are you pretending I'm this guy's family? Ivory : We need money! Clown : You're scamming him? Ivory : I was thinking more like flat-out stealing from him? Clown : What?! No way! Ivory : Why not? We already stole Rasplin! Rasplin: Hey guys Clown : No, we didn't. Rasplin can think and talk for themself, they can do whatever they want! Rasplin: I wanna steal

Rek: God, give me patience. Branzy: I think you mean 'give me strength'. Rek: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead.

Branzy, standing with their back turned: I've been expecting you, Rek. Rek: How did you do that without turning around? Branzy: ... To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

Branzy, in a beach shirt: So sue me, it's October and I'd like to be on Island Time for a day! Rek: I have Spotify open right now on my computer, do you want me to blast you? Do you want me to put you on blast? Cuz I've got your history right here on the sidebar, Rek: Take it Back by Jimmy Buffet, Nautical Wheelers by Jimmy Buffet, Jolly Mon Sing by Jimmy Buffet, Steamer by Jimmy Buffet, trEAT HER LIKE A LADY BY JIMMY BUFFET, MAÑANA BY JIMMY BUFFET, WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUMS BY JAMES BUFFET, HAVANA DAYDREAMIN BY JIMMY BUFFET- What the FUCK happened to you?! Branzy, laughing: I HAD A CASE OF THE MONDAYS Rek: ARE YOU HAUNTED?! ARE YOU FUCKING POSSESSED?! Rek: YOU USED TO BE MY FRIEND Branzy, cry-laughing: ᴵ ᴴᴬᴰ ᴬ ᶜᴬˢᴱ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴼᴺᴰᴬʸˢ

Branzy: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars. Rek: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

Branzy: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died- Rek: Twelve, actually. Branzy: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that? Rek: Yours! Branzy: That's right: no one's.

Branzy: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming Rek: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak

Branzy: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I've killed anybody. I'm not an arsonist. I've never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground. Rek: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that.

Branzy: You fuckers don't know about my knife stick. It's a knife taped to a stick and it's the ultimate weapon. Rek, not looking up from their book: Spear. Branzy: BLOCKED.

Branzy: This is bothering me. Rek: Well, you are digging up a corpse. Branzy: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually.

Branzy: Okay, help me please! Rek: Got two words for you. Branzy: I bet they won't be helpful. Rek: Your problem. Branzy: I was right

Branzy: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth? Chief : You're a hazard to society Rek: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

Branzy, texting Chief : Chief ! Help I'm being kidnapped Rek: Where are you? Branzy: I'm with some strange person. In a car. Help. Chief : I'll call Rek. Rek, answering their cell: Y'ello? Chief : Where's Branzy? They texted me that they were being kidnapped. Rek: Branzy? Whaddya mean, they're right next to me- Rek: Rek: I'll call you back. *hangs up* Rek: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN'T THAT BAD! Branzy: WHO ARE YOU?!

Branzy: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container. Chief : The cow??? Branzy: What? Rek: Chief , W H Y?

Branzy: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste Chief : We got spring water Branzy: NO. Rek: with EXTRA minerals Chief : it's like licking a stalagmite Branzy: DON'T COME HOME. Rek: Mmmmm cave water

Branzy: What time is it? Chief : I don't know; pass me that saxophone and we'll find out Chief : *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune* Rek: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING Chief : It's 2 am

Branzy: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life Chief : Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind? Branzy: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die. Rek: edible

Branzy: Chief , keep an eye on Rek today. They're going to say something to the wrong person and get punched. Chief : Sure, I'd love to see Rek get punched. Branzy: Try again. Chief , sighing: I will stop Rek from getting punched.

Branzy: Don't worry, I got a plan. Chief : Alright. Branzy: TraitorSayWhat? Rek: Excuse me? Branzy: What? Chief : Branzy: Branzy: No wait-

Branzy, joking: Chief 's just sitting at the end, juggling- fushigi-ing 2 glass balls, in super tight pants, just waiting for their kid delivery once they best their minions. Chief : Well they would be Pokeballs. And also it's not a kid delivery. There's no fucking guarantee that a kid that comes into the beginning of my crucible makes it to the end of it undefeated. Chief : In fact, I'm gonna stack this gym! With fuckin pros! Chief : It's- It's gonna be brutal. It's gonna be a torture gym. Rek: Well- Well what's the theme? Are you like- is it a bug theme, or like- Chief : YEAH, REK. UH- UH- UH- UH YEAH REK. IM GONNA OPEN UP A BUG TYPE POKEMON GYM. YOU IDIOT. Chief : YEAH THAT'S WHAT I WANT, BECAUSE I WANNA GIVE- I WANNA SHIT OUT BADGES FOR EVERY HAM AND EGGER THAT COMES TO MY FRONT DOOR. Branzy: *Cracking up* Chief : YEAH, REK. 'Uhh, go Caterpie! >~>' That's me, you FUCKING imbecile. 'Yeah go- uhhh- d-do your best, Kakuna!' Chief : WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING TALKING ABOU- Yeah a ~bug type~ gym. Rek: Branzy: Okaaay- Rek: Alright, um, I'm gonna go. I've embarrassed myself... Branzy: Maybe fire? Fire type? Rek: Yeah fire-based? Like- have fires?

Chief : Yeah, yeah I'll probably just- That's a good idea Branzy I'll probably just do a fire type one... SO THAT ONE KID WITH ONE BLASTOISE CAN FUCK UP MY WHOLE SHOP. Chief : KILLED ALL OF US WITH ONE BLASTOISE, HUH? WOW. SHIT I SHOULD'VE- Rek: Just do rock, then! Just do rock type! Chief , voice dripping with contempt: The same Blastoise...

Branzy: They stole from me first! Chief : Mhm. Branzy: Stole my heart... Rek: It is still illegal to commit murder.

Branzy: Rek and I are having a baby. Chief : That's gre- Branzy, slamming adoption papers on the table: It's you, sign here.

My name is not betsy liu 

[thequietmanno1]

TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 100, Replies Part 2

1) “Alright McBee, please tell me you’re gonna honor your name.”- More like “McBoom” actually. 2) “…

Alright I didn’t saw that one coming

but also, those Nomus do not look like the people who were calling to them a few panels ago, and they weren’t doing this bullshit stuttered speech, they said a whole sentence without problem”- The perception filter of looking at them from afar contrasted with getting a better look up close. And I’m guessing the stuttering is their last audio command/voice “skipping” a little as the “explode” command overrides all the rest of their functions. 3) “Good going McBee, I’m sure this is gonna work flawlessly”- Explosions have never worked out for failed him yet! 4) “bomber villain cells… you mean, a bomb quirk, right? something that Aizawa can shut down just by looking at

Also, lol at this page trying to be dramatic and making it seem like Jeanist, Edge shot and Tensei, three famous top heroes which we saw a lot in the main series, are just gonna do the opposite of being alive like that

lmao even”- Granted, he probably wasn’t factoring in Aizawa’s anti-Quirk Quirk when they were made, since a power that stops other powers working is so rare as to be one in a million, and thus the potential scenarios wherein it’d be used against the drones in deployment were not high, but yeah, having any other heroes present would have made the stakes higher. At best, they’re going to be mildly stunned by these blasts, if even inconvenienced at all. 5) “There’s… There’s just two of them Azaiwa. And you guys can climb up the building.

They pose pretty much no threat, if they try to run to target innocent people you can just immobilize them from a distance with your scarves.

I’m starting to think McBee did not thought this through.”- If this was all of the drones he had to work with, sure. But unfortunately for Koichi’s side, it seems he brought enough to keep every potential hero interference tied up at once whilst he makes a beeline for the hospital. 6) “Koichi please tell me that you’re trying to hit them with something strong rather than just using “non-lethal” shots”-Still human-shaped, so the mental block against killing people is in place, just in case they’re actually ‘alive’ in there.  7) “Well, maybe if you didn’t used this weak-ass pellets and instead actually shot him with your real power then you could prevent them”- They can’t suicide bomb with a hole through the head!....or maybe they still can, since it’s not really them pulling the trigger. Experimentation is required for a more precise analysis. 8) “Oh thank you Aizawa, finally doing something rational.

…

They are gonna pull some bullshit about how this is not gonna work, right?”- Well, no it works alright….but Aizawa’s got a visualisation limit on the amount of moving exploding targets he can keep locked down, especially since more of them seem to be spawning from the very shadows themselves. 9) “OH? YOUR QUIRK ACTUALLY WORKED? OH MY GOD THAT IS SURPRISING

I WAS SURE THAT BOMBER CELL BULLSHIT WOULD BE SOME ASS-PULL TO AVOID AIZAWA SOLVING EVERYTHING

ALRIGHT, SO McBEE McFUCKED REAL TIME COMPLETELY BY ACCIDENT.”- Well, Aizawa can stop the explosion from happening until he’s safely outside the blast radius, but that means he still has to be occupied with safely detonating each Drone one by one on the streets away from people, leaving Nomura free to make his direct strike on the hospital. Nomura definitely didn’t have Aizawa’s counter in mind when deploying the Drones, but there’s enough flexibility in the situation to keep them viable as a distraction whilst he achieves his real goal. 10) “Oh okay so there’s more of them it seems

a whole lot

McBee how many of those fucking things did AfO gave you to do this shit?”- Probably enough that he wouldn’t be able to fuck things up due to lack of disposable minions to throw at the problem. Although, this is taking into account Nomura’s competence thus far… 11) “alright guys, show us what nomus can do

and I don’t mean talking, expressing delight in causing pain and coming up with combat strategies. Because there’s definitely no way something like that would be possible, right? (: “- Not for another few years, though these drones do be beating the High-Ends out on styling fashion choices at least. 12) “Aizawa don’t start talking about your life, this is the sort of thing someone about to die would start blabbing about. We need to keep the timeline stable, don’t tempt fate.”- Aizawa’s guaranteed to die at a later time against Tomura, so for this fight, he can tempt fate and boggie-dance back and forth over the line of life and death, it won’t affect him none. 13) “OH WE HAVEN’T SEEN THOSE STUDENTS, I SO WANTED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THEM

THERE’S A TURTLEMAN, A MINER ONE, SOMEONE WEARING A FEDORA ON THE BACK, ON THE RIGHT IT SEEMS LIKE KIRBY AFTER HE ATE SOMEONE”- At least one of these guys look like a pokemon evolution, and now I’m wondering hiw many hero team-ups formed from high-school classmates realising their powers worked well in tandem together? Like, Pokemon trainers aren’t known for their fighting skills directly, but as support options for their pokemons, they’re unparalleled. 14) “AIZAWA JUST TOLD McBEE HIS LACKEYS AIN’T SHIT

BEAUTIFUL

McBEE GOT McFUCKED ONCE AGAIN.”- These guys are literally disposable cannon fodder, so none of them will be a stand-out fighter. The real star of the show is making his move in the long shadows they cast though…. 15) “Oh, now you need his help, right Aizawa? Noooow he isn’t a villain under arrest, huh? Yeah, I deeeeeefinitely didn’t saw that one coming…”- Technically, he’s still under arrest. They’re just trusting him to run over to the police and hand himself into custody whilst they’re tied down with hero duties. It’d be nice if he also filled in the paperwork for them while he’s at it.

16) “But at least I’m once again curious to see how things are gonna unfold, even if that laughable fake-out with the heroes dying was laughable. My god man. You know, if they were original heroes exclusive to Vigilantes I could be at least worried that something could happen to them, but c'mon man, Tensei? really? It’s like trying to make us worry that Phelps is gonna die. which you already did before now that think about it…”- With Tanuma down and in a coma, there’s sadly no disposable police officers Nomura can wreak on his way to Pop, which means her safety is guaranteed so long as Phelps keeps himself between her and her faceless assassin. If he manages to lure Phelps away though…. @thelreads

[themoskabot]

One of the dogs in the house I’m staying at won’t stop randomly barking at me and sometimes chasing me a little and as someone who has some kind of fear of dogs already I’m almost at my mcfucking limit

[area51-escapee]

I think I hit my limit for caffeine + medication feel like I’m mcfucking dying

[oreomcfleury]

[ninja-go-to-therapy]

It would be so cute and quirky if my laptop would connect to the wifi 🤩

[cherrysnax]

my mom: what’s wrong with you? oh nvm I forgot they “have depression”

me, like after spending an hour getting my suicidal tendencies judged by my father: 🥲

[yeetlegay]

AU where Presumed Straight Boy™️ Porsche is roomies with Presumed Bossy Trust Fund Baby™️ Kinn

This was supposed to be like three sentences and then I got carried away so now it’s like an extremely sloppy not-quite-fic that I should probably just dump in a Google doc and write up properly, but instead I’m presenting it like tumblr is a potluck and I brought a casserole made out of whatever’s in my fridge. 🤲 (Also this is all @iffervescent ’s fault for coming up with the idea for a fic about comphet Porsche doing one of those “straight guy bottoms for the first time” pornos, at which point I lost my mcfucking mind.)

Porsche is having lots of fun, casual hook-ups but lately girls can’t seem to get enough of his ass for some reason. And it’s not that he’s not game to try, he just doesn’t get what the big deal is bc he always assumed anal was overhyped. And anyway some part of him feels weird about having that much focus on him and his body. He likes making girls get off and being useful and his own pleasure is almost secondary to the rush and satisfaction of making someone else feel good.

But this is the third time in a month that a girl’s asked—actually more like begged—to peg him, and he’s a people pleaser, okay? If ass play is such a turn-on for so many girls, he should at least give it a fair shot.

So he does, and…well. It’s sort of a bust. The girl isn’t doing anything wrong, it’s all him. He clenches up tight as a clam as soon as the spotlight is on him, can’t relax or bear down or take deep breaths or anything. He doesn’t even really like getting blowjobs, always too distracted wondering what the girl is getting out of it, feeling bad that he’s letting her do all the work for what seems to him like very little reward.

Ass stuff is all those feelings plus more complicated ones, discomfort and confusion and a faint, twisting sense of shame that he knows is bullshit but can’t quite shake. And nice as the girl is, she’s still a stranger, and it’s still just a hook-up, and patience has a limit. So after it becomes painfully clear Porsche isn’t up for what she’s after, she gives up and lets him fuck her quick and matter-of-fact, and after that night she doesn’t text him again.

Porsche tries not to take it personally or be too bummed by what a tight-ass he apparently is. But one night a few weeks later, he’s snuck maybe one or two more drinks than he should’ve at his bartending shift, and Yok has to call his #RichKidsofInstagram roomie Kinn to come pick him up. Kinn does, huffing bitchily the whole time as he practically carries Porsche from the bar to the car, then from the car to their apartment.

Porsche is a sloppy drunk. He knows this, and really he should’ve learned better by now, but he’s in a funk about his ass now and his filter was never good to begin with. So it’s probably inevitable that he ends up opening his mouth and letting some truly embarrassing shit come out of it. He tells Kinn all about the girls who want to plow him, how he’s happy to let them in theory but in practice he’s been a total disappointment so far. “I wish that thing in porn was real,” he slurs against Kinn’s shoulder as Kinn fumbles for his keys.

“What thing?” Kinn says, with the tone of someone already wishing he hadn’t asked.

“You know,” Porsche says nonsensically. “The thing. Where they have, like, a teacher. The whole oh no he’s an ass virgin, we’ll have to give him lessons.” He pitches his voice a little higher for dramatic effect, but Kinn is unimpressed.

“You watch porn about guys who are ass virgins?” Kinn twists the key in the lock and tugs Porsche inside.

“For educational purposes,” Porsche says, waving the question away with one hand as he stumbles behind Kinn into the living room. “You’re missing the point.”

“Which is?” Kinn shoves lightly at his shoulders, but Porsche’s balance is so pitiful, he keels back onto the couch with a loud oof, landing on one of Kinn’s plush, overpriced throw pillows.

“I want, like, a teacher. To teach me about ass stuff. Oh!” Porsche tries to figure out how to raise his head from the very comfortable pillow, but it’s too hard to do that and talk at the same time, so he picks talking. “Not a teacher. A coach. You know, like they have on that show The Voice. Just somebody helping me with my—I don’t know, routine or whatever. And then I go out and try it with somebody every week.”

“Does that mean you can get voted off?” Kinn’s voice is swimming somewhere overhead. Somebody’s unbuttoning Porsche’s shirt, which is fine because he’s sweating.

“Don’t try being funny,” Porsche warns him. “That’s my job. You buy the throw pillows, I tell the jokes. If you say anything funny, I’ll throw up all over you.”

“I’ll need to buy more throw pillows after this,” Kinn says grimly. “You smell like the inside of a vodka bottle.”

Porsche barely hears him. He’s thinking about that pretty girl from a few weeks ago, how disappointed she must’ve been that he couldn’t give her what she wanted. He feels ridiculous, a little pathetic even. It’s just his ass, for fuck’s sake. It can’t be that hard. Gay guys do it all the time—

“Wait!” Porsche’s eyes snap open. Two blurry, criminally good-looking Kinns sway in front of him. “I need a gay guy,” Porsche announces to him.

“For what exactly?” Kinn scoops his hands under Porsche’s shoulders, lifting him off the couch until he’s sitting up enough to slide the shirt off his arms.

Porsche lets him do all the work, too concentrated on keeping his head up. “Gay guys know lots about anal. I could find one and make him my coach.”

“You know, it’s not just gay guys who do anal,” Kinn says, struggling with one of Porsche’s arms.

“Well, duh.” Porsche tries rolling his eyes, but it immediately makes his stomach roll too, so he stops. “I’m trying to do anal, and I’m not gay. But they’re supposed to be, like, experts, you know? Like the OG connoisseurs of butt stuff through the centuries. If I’m gonna do it, I wanna learn from the masters.”

Kinn finally gets Porsche’s arm free of the uncooperative sleeve. “So you’re just planning on propositioning some random gay guy to be your ass play coach?”

Porsche frowns. “Well, no, I guess not. It’d have to be someone I know. Maybe I won’t freeze up if it’s a friend with me instead of a hook-up.” He groans and drops his head. “But I don’t know any gay guys!”

Kinn’s hands go still, even though Porsche’s remaining sleeve is still caught around his elbow. There’s a long pause. “Porsche,” Kinn says finally, sounding like he’s already regretting what he’s about to say. “You know I’m gay, right?”

The words take a few seconds to register, and when they do they don’t make any sense. Porsche lifts his head, bleary-eyed. “Huh?”

“I’m gay,” Kinn repeats slowly.

Gay. Kinn. Gay Kinn. Kinn gay. Kinn? Gay?

Porsche blinks at him. “I told you not to say anything funny,” he says.

And then he does, in fact, throw up all over him.

***

In Kinn’s defense, he hadn’t actually intended to offer lessons in anal to the idiotic roommate he’s been pining after for six months.

He’s sure Porsche won’t remember much the next morning—not the unpleasant ordeal of cleaning the vomit off both of them, or giving Porsche a strictly clinical sponge bath, or Porsche’s drunken over-sharing about his tight asshole and what a burden it is for him.

By the time he’s gotten Porsche clean and in bed, Kinn is hanging onto sanity by a thread. The only thing that could be worse than remembering the whole night would be Porsche remembering it too.

So of course he does.

And of course he’s nowhere near as embarrassed as Kinn is about the whole thing, aside from apologizing for throwing up on him. He slumps down at the little table in their kitchen the next morning, inhaling a cup of coffee and watching Kinn make an omelette. And within five minutes, he’s steamrolled right over any lingering awkwardness and is asking Kinn to be his “ass coach.”

Kinn says no obviously. That it’s a stupid idea, they’re roommates, Porsche can deal with this on his own—

“But I’ve tried that!” Porsche interjects.

“Tried what?”

“Dealing with it on my own.”

At this, Kinn swallows loudly and keeps his voice carefully neutral. “As in—”

“You know, fingering myself, that sort of stuff.” Porsche downs the last of his coffee. “After the fiasco with that girl, I figured I should practice solo until I was better at it. I thought about getting a few toys to see if that would help but they’re kind of pricey and—”

Kinn is, at this point, having an out-of-body experience. Just the idea, the knowledge, that sometime—anytime—in the past couple of weeks Porsche was in his room trying to work a finger up his own ass, makes Kinn’s brain stutter to a screeching halt. He’s staring unseeing at the kitchen cupboard, picturing it, trying not to picture it, having crisis upon crisis upon crisis in the span of about four seconds. All while Porsche is still talking, telling him about the articles he read and the porn he watched and how really, he thinks maybe he should just walk into a gay bar and throw himself at anyone who looks capable and not murder-y.

Kinn is only human, and very, deeply, stupendously gay, and the hot roommate he’s in love with is offering himself—specifically his ass—on a silver platter to any man who’s willing.

Really, it’s only a matter of time before Kinn gives in and says, numbly, disbelievingly, “Fine. I’ll do it.”

“Do what?” Porsche asks.

“I’ll be your—” Kinn swallows. Looks down at his hopelessly burnt omelette. Looks up at the ceiling, resigned and desperately turned on. “I’ll be your…ass coach.”

And the many, many, many weeks of education begin…

….but I’m not writing full-fledged smut on a tumblr post lol, I have to draw the very shaky line somewhere. I really should just make this a proper fic but I’m already drowning in WIPs so if I do end up fleshing this out into a proper Thing, it’ll be a while.

Anyway, the point is: I am Thinking™️ about Porsche discovering the triumphs and defeats, the epic highs and lows of prostate orgasms.

[bondsmagii]

Even if someone does trigger tag something… how do you know what to tag with/block? Let’s say I’m tagging for a follower terrified of spiders. Do I use ‘spider’? ‘spiders’? ‘spiders tw’, ‘arachnophobia’, spider pic, spider mention, spiderweb, etc etc… and as a blog owner, do I have to use all of those tags on one post, in addition to other tags? There’s an infinite number and no one can tag/block them all reliably, even if tumblr worked properly.

I remember this was actually one of the contributing factors to why I stopped tagging shit lol. I used to post way more creepy shit, it was what I was known for, but people would still follow and then send me constant messages asking if I could tag my creepy shit, but... I already did. I have a specific tag for it. but everybody wanted it to be tagged with their tag. so I had like 15 different tags requested and I was like no!! that's a lot to remember and all you have to do is add 'creeptastic' to your blacklists! and then I got such fucking attitude that I was like OK now you get nothing. I still use navigational tags, but this kind of insane entitlement was a contributing factor as to why I reached my McFucking limit with this shit.