#IK I’VE SHOWN IT BEFORE

[fallen-ash19]

nah bc some of these actually look decent (the turtle cult is a favorite of mine)

[uriekukistan]

i feel stupid (i’ve only seen the anime and idc about manga spoilers) but could u explain more about gojo’s dehumanization?

ksjgrhd not stupid dw!

honestly, in my opinion, every character in jjk shows the dehumanization in jujutsu society, but no one embodies this more than gojo.

because he was born with infinity and six eyes, he was raised as a weapon rather than a person. from the questions gege answered recently about him, it seems that he never had much of a childhood. he was taken away from his parents at a young age to begin his training, and was sent on a lot of missions before he even started at jujutsu tech.

by the time he starts at jujutsu tech, he's already accepted that his role is to be the strongest, and protect those who are weaker than him. he operates on a sort of autopilot, allowing himself to be a weapon for jujutsu society. this mindset is shown well in his past arc.

he doesn't apply meaning or reasoning to the things he does, he simply does as he's asked, sort of taking away his agency. in his youth, he complies with this, and doesn't seem to question it much until after geto goes rogue. but by then, it's already been established that if something goes awry, gojo will just take care of it, which is present throughout jjk. there's always the lingering idea that nothing bad can happen as long as gojo is there to stop it, which is why him being sealed is such an important part of kenjaku's plan in shibuya.

ik you said you don't mind manga spoilers, but for everyone else MANGA SPOILERS HERE!

throughout jjk, it's obvious that gojo is the pillar that jujutsu society rests on, and many characters see him that way. but i think the moment that made it appallingly obvious that gojo has been consistently dehumanized throughout the series is when yuuta copies kenjaku's technique and uses it to transfer himself into gojo's corpse in order to use his technique against sukuna. people were OUTRAGED at gege for this, as if this hasn't in essence been happening since gojo was born (it's a bit different now that there's desecration of a corpse involved, i get that, but in terms of dehumanization).

the most outright statement of gojo's treatment in jujutsu society comes from yuuta, and i think it explains it better than i can.

until this moment, no one has given a second thought to gojo being used as a weapon, and carrying the weight of being the strongest on his own.

it was interesting to watch people blame gege's distaste for gojo as a character for his dehumanization and , as if it hasn't been a central theme forever, as solidified by yuuji in 265, where he shakes his own mentality of being dehumanized, made into a cog in the jujutsu society machine.

it's especially ironic to me because the fandom complains about gojo's dehumanization, while simultaneously dehumanizing him. large portions of the fandom only view him as strong, other portions view him as a sex object, other portions view him as only a half of satosugu, etc.....anyway. i'm not sure if this was the greatest explanation, but hopefully it helped some.

[p1llow-w1llow]

Surprise ~

William Afton/Steve Raglan x gn!reader

Summary: Your older brother doesn’t return from his nightshift and, unbeknownst to you, your little sister Abby sneaks out, so you go to the one place you think they might be, Fazbears.

TW!

Dub-con, implied character death, violence, swearing, angst-ish, creepy old man in a fursuit.(tell me if I missed any)

(Just saying this is rlly long bc I’ve had this idea in my hollow head for a while now- one of those bedtime scenarios yk and ik it’s bad but just trust me🥲)

!Not proofread!

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Puddles of rain water seeping into your ragged shoes as you raced through the parking lot. The rain hit your coat with a thud as you rushed over to the main entrance which, to your dismay, was locked.

“Shit..”

Mumbling incoherent swears, you finally had an epiphany. You raced to the side of the building, lifting the heavy steel garage door with a grunt and forcing yourself under it before it slammed shut.

“Hello..?” You called out into the void in front of you. A shiver ran down your spine as a draft from the restaurant slid up your back. With heavy steps echoing as you walked across the glossy yet dirty floor, unsteadily braced and ready for action. “Abby? Mike?” You called out as you opened the doors ahead of you.

Heart racing, you wearily stepped forward. Your dad had always told you about Freddys, it wasn’t what you had pictured when he told those dramatised stories. He never showed you pictures, never allowed you to go to it despite it being not too far away from your home.

When your brother told you about the job offer he had been given your heart sunk- it only cracked the linoleum floor in your kitchen when you were told to come and keep an eye on Abby with him on duty because Max hadn’t shown up. That night you watched your brother and sister doze off, giving you the chance to finish your book. Your sister woke up around 3-4ish and needed the toilet so you walked her. On the way back you found what you believed to be the reason for your father’s secrecy on the topic of this hellscape. Watching the creatures jolt to life and race toward you and your sister was less than enlightening.

Someone shook you out of your daydream.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Oh for god’s sake, Mikey- don’t do that.”

“Y/N, it’s not safe here.”

A light scoff escaped you as your crossed your arms. “Mikey, if it’s dangerous why’re you here with Abbie?”

Mike fumbled for his words before you felt someone wrap their arms around your waist.

Abby’s soft sobbing, her tears staining your shirt. Pulling her close, you tried your best to console her. Her incoherent mumbling about the robots trying to hurt her made your head snap over Mike with a concerned look and Vanessa not too far away seeming guilty offered a small apologetic smile.

Before Mike could even try to fill you in on what’s happened in the last half hour, your heads all shot over as loud footsteps emerged from the darkness near the entrance.

A grossly low, robotic chuckle bellowed from the black sheet of night that covered the area in front of you. Two glowing eyes slunk their way forward, searching the room before settling on the four of you.

Your grip on Abby tightened as you backed away from the intimidating figure who trudged towards the four of you.

“Ah…so they were right.” The Golden Bunny spoke roughly, “The little ones told me you had a sister..but not another sibling, Mikey.” His voice like venom as he spat out the nickname, as if it were offensive.

Vanessa created a barrier between you, Abby and the furry, aiming her gun at it as well for safe measure.

Your breath hitched as Mike ran forward and shot at the thing with a taser, but to no avail. The monster hardly even flinched, a menacing breath slipped out as it swatted the taser away as if it were a worthless fly. Mike swiftly backed away, almost in line with you and Abby before the creature kicked him to the floor.

“Now, this is priceless.” The creature taunted as it’s attention swerved to Vanessa who stood her ground in front of you, “A bit too old to be playing with toys, eh, Vanessa?”

“Dad, stop this. Just let them leave, please.” Vanessa glanced over her shoulder to Abby and you, giving a small, reassuring smile as she did.

Abby leapt out your arms and over to Mike, wrapped her arms around him and squeezing tight. You felt hot tears roll down your cheeks as you followed her, watching your brother writhe in pain. The room was void of all sound except breathing as you and your baby sister attempted to wake your brother up so you could run together.

Abby smiled softly as Mike’s eyes opened. In a gentle voice Mike began telling you two to hide. While you were all for taking your brother’s advice, all Abby wanted to do was stay and help him get better.

Without hesitation, you grabbed Abby and began pulling her out the way. You yelped as you heard an argument break out between the Rabbit and Vanessa, ending in Vanessa’s gun being fired and a loud thud, which you hoped and prayed was the robot.

“Where do you two think you’re going.?” The Rabbit yelled out.

You spun around and glared at the robot before taking off down a hall, practically pulling Abby behind you.

A glimpse of metal on the wall caught your eye as you looked around. A vent. Rushing over, you tore the vent cover off the wall, letting the loose screws fly across the floor. As the vent cover hit the floor, you instinctively turned away. The vibrant smell of mildew and blood flowed through and filled the hallway.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Your heart raced as you heard the screws shake and swivel with each step that thing took. Making it’s tauntingly slow approach to you and Abby.

You hurried Abby into the vent and told her to get to the security office and lock the door, assuring her you’d be right behind her the whole way.

Thump, thump, thump.

Its pace quickened as it reached the corner.

Abby’s voice called out for you, bringing you out of your stunned state and causing you to get on your knees and start crawling.

“Not so fast~”

Abby shot around as she heard your scream. Fear was prominent in her watery eyes as she watched the robot pull you back out. She crawled quickly over to you and grabbed your hand, trying to pull you back in.

“Abby, I-I’ll be fine, get to the office and throw things against the door- do not let anyone in!”

“But-”

“Go to the security room now!”

Her eyes welled with tears as she watched her sibling let go of her hand and be dragged off by some golden suited freak. As worried as she was, she knew you had the right idea. Abby hurriedly scampered off to the office and left you to your fate.

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“You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” He growled into your ear. With his mask off, you could see him properly. Ocean blue eyes, messy greying hair, if it weren’t for the scenario you would’ve been mesmerised by this man.

The situation hit you as you felt his hand trail down your body, outlining your figure and pinning you down under his body. You felt the coarse fabric rub against your hips and thighs as he lifted your clothes to ‘feel’ your skin.

Your breathing constricted even more as he leaned down, his heavy suit adding pressure to your chest, with his lips hovering above yours.

It was difficult for you to even think of what was going through his mind as he pinned you there for what seemed like hours.

“Get the fuck off me!” You barked out in a small, wheezy voice.

“Ooh, feisty as well as pretty, I love that. I’ll have fun putting you in your place.”

A shiver ran up your spine as he spoke. Despite how absolutely mortified you are at the moment, pinned to the floor beneath a murderer who is set on ending you and your family, you noticed a warmth building inside your core.

“Y’know,” his lips slowly teased your own as he let them drag across your skin all the way down to your jaw. He slowly sat up and straddled you.

Suddenly, the lining of your jeans was lifted, two fingers slipped down to tug on the hem of your underwear. The bunny-man trailed his robotic fingers across your body, from your crotch to your chest only to rest on your chin. His grip tight around your jaw as he pulled you close enough to feel his breath on your face.

“I think I’ll keep you.”

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2/12/23 Saturday 05:59

[justkennadi]

Dating Wade ripple as an Earth person 💙💚🤎

Notes: Yes ik he is water but still😭 honestly i think it’s more abt his personality i like. Anyways this is a mini series i’m doing rq while it’s still all fresh. If someone already did it i’m sorry😭 i don’t see anything so i guess just let me know but this was honestly my idea the only inspo i used was pinterest and the movie itself. We didn’t get much info abt earth ppl from the movie or anything ignoring clod so imma make up stuff. (i had this in my draft for a month so imma just drop these cause i’m too busy for anything else rn 💀)

Content: Wade ripple x fem!Earth person, all fluff

- You met Wade on day while watering your garden. You had mostly flowers and sold them as a hobby. You often stayed to yourself but one day you heard someone sniffling behind you…

- You see a crying water man in a yellow shirt and before you say anything he goes, “This is just the most *sniff* beautiful garden i’ve ever seen!!”

-You kinda freak out seeing him cry, you knew water people were emotional but he takes the cake.

- You invite him into your yard for a tour and even gave him a flower take with him.

-From that day forward he visited you everyday before and after his shift as a City inspector.

- One day you asked to go to a botanical garden. He agreed but, of course, cried since this would be his first date ever.

- You wore a nice dress (as shown in the pic above or whatevr u want ofc) and he teared up. “You are just sooo beautiful!!”

- After looking around a bit you wanted to try hold and hold his hand.

- “I wanna try!”

- “Are you sure? I guess so..”

- Wade would gently grab your hand and nothing really happened. Your hand would just get a little damp and occasionally a tint flower would bloom from your hand.

-Wade is very touchy feely so after this he’s all over you

- He hugs you every hour of the day just about!

- He invited you over to see his family after a month of dating. Everyone admired how pretty you looked and how the flowers in your hair were so beautiful.

- You even witnessed “the crying game” which was honestly so funny.

- Once it got to you and wade he got you by saying he loves you! You never cried before but a single tear fell from your eye and it was honestly so sweet.

- Wade would help you water your garden by crying sometimes.

- Wade listens to you talk about how you feel and offers the best advice he can despite being a water element and not earth.

- You two once played in a mud puddle after a rainy day and it was amazing. Wade had turned slightly brown and you were damp but it was the best fun you’ve ever had tbh

- In the end you and him complimented each other greatly and you both couldn’t be happier.

[crow-aeris]

So i’ve been thinking (shocking, really) about the world building for my reverse robins wingfic.

ike, sure, it’s a little fic and ppl prolly won’t notice, but i just cant help but speculate.

in this au, everyone is born with wings unless afflicted with a certain illness, disease, or genetic defect that leaves you with no avian traits (which is the excuse the kents use).

but how would having wings influence the infrastructure? well, i’m glad you asked! cities are more compact because there isn’t really as big a need for transportation unless you’re an aves that’s just not built for long-distance travels like various passeriformes birds.

planes still exist, but they’re utilized by the avians who aren’t able to fly long distances. avians who have wings like albatrosses or terns or other soaring birds would probably require licenses to do their annual migrations and travels- same applies to regualr migritory species like ducks and geese- where the instinct remains despite not needing to migrate.

of course, with the constant migration through countries, i think there would be more mixing of races and ethnicities especially within the migratory bird communities, so there would probably be less overall hostilities.

now, there will still be discriminatory and hateful ideals, and some are shown in my fics. For example, Gotham’s elites are mostly made up of raptors and birds of prey like eagles, kites, kestrels, hawks, falcons, ospreys, owls, etc- birds who actively hunt down mammalian or lizards for prey (in the real world i mean), that is because of displays of powers. Scavengers like condors, vultures, buzzards, are regarded lower on the social ladder but not as low as perching birds and song birds simply because of their ability to have sustained flight.

like i mentioned briefly, songbirds and perching birds (passerines) are regarded lowly in general due to their “weak demeanor” and overall flashiness, which gives them the reputation of being only suitable to work in brothels and such regardless of gender (but especially dudes where the aves species exhibits sexual dimorphism, eg. cardinals, peacocks, golden pheasants, etc.)

there are definitely some exceptions, being corvids. some cultures have corvids as villans, whereas others may portray corvids as intelligent and charming.

now, we arrive to genetics. im still not 100% sure how i want the phenotype of an avian to be passed down. so far, it’s mainly just sons are the same aves as their fathers (like thomas wayne, bruce, and damian are all harpy eagles, but martha wayne was a kingfisher and talia is an imperial eagle), but im not sure abt daughters. genetics is messy, but i think i’ve managed to sertle on a 50/50 chance of being born either the same aves as their mother, or their paternal grandmother. like if damian had been born with xx instead of xy chromosomes, then he’d either have been an imperial eagle like talia, or a kingfisher like martha wayne. intersex people exist too, and i think their wings would be a blend between both their mother and father’s.

now for the the supers and the other metas:

as mentioned previously, the kents claim that their adopted son had a genetic disorder that basically prevented him from growing wings (or just left him in a state similar to humans before they were all “cursed” by a diety to have wings, or whatever. in the dcu, that probably woulnd’t even be too far fetched), so clark lacked a major social component to his childhood. without wings and a tail, others would have a harder time reading his emotions, seeing as these appendages are crucial in nonverbal communication between avians, and that gives clark a leg up in reading other people, but having them not understanding what he’s thinking.

now with jon and kon, they have two VERY different situations. for jon, since his paternal side is wings-free, i just gave him lois’s ave- western kingbird- instead of making him no-winged. kon, on the other hand was a test-tube baby, so it was a toss-up on whether he’d get lex luthor’s purple martin wings, or clark’s no-wings since they’re both guys. I think kon would’ve enjoyed wings, so i gave him the purple martin wings. Plus, they’re pretty much invulnerable, and their wings are no different.

diana and the other ppl from themyscira wouldn’t have wings since they aren’t human, and same applies to the other jl members who aren’t humans.

on a wholly separate note: the lazarus pits. here, not only does it give you white streaks in your hair, it’ll bleach out your feathers. so liek if a peacock was thrown into the pit, not only would they die and come back manic, their feathers would make them look like piebald, or have different markings or white ticking.

anyways, that’s the end of my long post, and i hope yall enjoyed listening to me speculate and talk about birds and my silly little guys!!

[wendytestabrat]

why i actually feel bad for kyle (FROM THE VAULT [2020])

I definitely do feel bad for Kyle, I really do. Bc he probably has one of the most difficult home lives of the boys and that’s why he acts the way that he does, and that’s what makes him a more sympathetic and complex character. First of all I think a big reason why Kyle always feels like he has to preach to everyone constantly is because he feels misunderstood and like he’s not being listened to. And this has been shown A LOT. Kyle’s parents hardly ever take the time to sit down and talk with him about stuff, they’re usually just very cold with him or they try to help him by preaching logic and facts about the world down his throat (which is why Kyle kind of does that to everyone else bc it’s what he was taught). Like he never gets to have a heart to heart with his parents. And I think the South Park movie is the best example of how neglectful Sheila is and how she doesn’t listen to Kyle. Throughout the entire movie, she went bat shit insane trying to start a war with Canada and every single time Kyle tried to get a word in with her about how he felt she just shrugged him off. So Kyle reacts by shouting everything he thinks and feels at everyone else hoping they’ll listen and validate him. And his parents are also just really hard on him and strict with him in general, which is why Kyle feels like he has to be a “good boy”. I’m sure the reason why Kyle is so smart and hardworking and does well in school and everything is because his parents push him to, so Kyle never really gets to let loose and have fun and shit because he’s probably always worried he’s gonna get in trouble. And a big part of why Kyle is so smart and woke about shit that goes on in the world is because we see his parents preaching their liberal beliefs a lot to him throughout the show (I mean his dad is a lawyer). It’s been shown that Ike is this child prodigy and they make him read books and shit, but I’m sure they probably raised Kyle similarly. And this is why Kyle is always soooooo concerned about morals and doing the “right” thing and he projects those beliefs onto everyone else, because it’s really the only way he knows how to live and he gets soooo offended when he sees other kids who actually do know how to chill out and have fun that aren’t as uptight as him. He was taught to live cautiously, safe, and ethically, so when he sees anyone else dare to break the rules or go against authority he freaks the fuck out. And we’ve talked before about how Kyle is really just jealous of Cartman. And you know why? Because Cartman is pretty much the complete opposite, Cartman has a mom that’s way too nice and she lets Cartman do whatever the fuck he wants. I’m sure Kyle wishes he had that much freedom. But anyways another thing about Kyle’s home life is the fact that his parents are always making Kyle look after Ike when they don’t feel like dealing with him. Ike is like a fucking toddler, (I think he went into preschool later on but whatever) it’s hard enough for an ADULT to deal with a toddler, but putting that responsibility on a 4th grade kid? This is definitely how Kyle developed his martyr complex, he always feels like he has to look out for others before himself because he’s used to having to take care of Ike. (And I’m sure having to deal with his mom’s outbursts is like dealing with a toddler too DHSJSKKS). But this is all why Kyle is such a neurotic scrooge, I mean if you had to deal with all of this shit all the time you would feel anxious and alone too.

yeah, this is the only time i’ve ever been nice to kyle and easy on him lol

[brrbrina]

sapphire lies

a/n: hi!! I'm so excited for this !! let’s pretend mat barzal is a football player and not a hockey player lmao it just didn’t make sense to put him as a hockey player but i’ve been obsessed with him lately. also i have no idea if this will turn into a 3 chapter story, i hope you like it.

Blue eyes were adorned by stars that were only shown when a certain light would appear, as if a comet was shown in plain daylight time. A starlight she could only hope to see in her dreams, was it too selfish wishing that those eyes looked at her the way she looked at them?

She was taller, her arms were long and her fingertips were always colored by the season the year was on, her lips were plump as a peach, her hair was the prettiest shade you could never aspire to have, not even with a 12 hour shift at the most expensive salon; always adorned with a small bow that would match her clothes, this time, her bow was purple, her hair was put up in a ponytail, high enough to see the last name that would eventually hers..

“You look lovely” Robin said standing up to say hello to her future daughter in-law, “You are one to talk, you look fantastic” she said smiling at her, “Taylor, hi, i love your shorts you look so sporty today” That wasn’t true ,she was wearing a white shirt and denim shorts, she would’ve worn the jersey of the quarterback, but she didn’t.

joe b sent new message:

hey Tay i don’t mean to sound rude or anything but could you please stop wearing my jersey to the games? ik this is a weird thing to ask but i don’t want Kat to feel like she has any competition or anything.

not saying she has but

you know what i mean

Taylor didn’t reply to the text, in fact she cried like a newborn baby afterwards, she was really even planning on attending the game, but she knew Joe’s mom would attend, it became a tradition to watch his games together back when they were in high school. When he transferred to LSU, she was over the moon, Joe and Taylor had been best friends since she was 16 and he was 17, they met because Taylor needed a tutor in physics, and Joe needed a few bucks, their friendship skyrocketed since.

You sat next to Robin, your eyes were watching the game but your mind was somewhere else, you came to earth after the screaming noises that you heard beside you, LSU won 23-20 over the Auburn Tigers, you came back from your trance after Robin told you to come to the field with her and Katherine. It was a horrible idea, you were planning on leaving early but you couldn’t, as you stood there on the field, you watched Katherine jump into Joe's arms, kissing him and telling him how proud she was of him, she stood awkwardly, Robin was the next one to demonstrate her happiness of the winning game to Joe. He was called into the locker rooms after hugging his mom. As they were walking back to the sidelines to wait for him, an overwhelming feeling took over you, he didn’t peek at you, not even once;

“I’m going to head out I have a huge paper due tomorrow, it was nice seeing you” You said hugging Robin as she kissed you forehead “It was so nice seeing you, any chance I have and I’m taking you back home with me” she smiled, Taylor waved goodbye to Kat and made her way to her dorm.

She were out of breath, Joe came over that night, they had been sleeping together for about 4 months now, it was a sporadic thing that happened at what she thought was the right time. Contrary to popular belief, she wasn’t love with Joe before the sex started, not even a spark was there, Taylor knew he was hot, as fuck, Joe felt the same way about her.

The night it began she was wearing jeans and a shirt that showed off her collar, as she was talking and noticed Joe’s eyes drifting from hers, he began looking at her lips and then at her breasts, he was licking his lips and she were lost in the lust that now reined in his blue eyes. “Do you want to have sex?” you thought out loud, next thing you knew Joe’s back was covered in scratches and her neck and breasts were full of hickeys. But she didn’t fall in love with him for the great sex they were having, she fell in love because he was the last thing she saw before she went to sleep and the first thing she felt around you in the morning. He was warm everytime he was near her, he always smelled so manly, so clean and made her feel at home. There was a period of time when their encounters stopped being only sex, it became aftercare that became kissing without lust, it became Taylor falling in love with him.

“Someone is blowing up you phone” she said between kisses “Don’t worry about it” he said kissing attacking her lips, it was a heated moment, but sometimes, there is a feeling in your stomach that doesn’t leave “I-I think we should stop” she said stepping away from the kiss “Are you okay?” he asked “Yeah, I just” she stuttered “I’m not in the mood” she said looking at him, he leaned back and stood up, “We can watch a movie” she said looking up at him, “No, it’s fine I have to be up early tomorrow for practice anyway” Her throat closed.

What? Since he cares so much about waking up early for practice, he has gone to practice after a rough night. She saw him leaving your dorm that night, she didn’t hear from him in the next hours, she went to bed and chose to shut your thoughts.

robin burrow:

It was so good seeing you doll. I’m leaving until Monday, I would love to treat you to brunch tomorrow. What do you say?

taylor:

hi robin!! i would love to, i was planning on going to the mall, if you want to we could go together too 🙂

And so she went, over brunch they only talked about the brunette , how she was doing and how was life back home, she missed her mom, Robin became kind of a second mom once her kid and Taylor started hanging out. She remembered the first time they met, Joe picked her up from a friends reunion and brought her home to make pumpkin pie, he had been waiting for that the whole week.She was the sweetest person ever, after going to Joe’s games the two became closer, she never had a daughter, she always said Taylor was the closest to knowing how being a girl mom would’ve been.

“Your hair got so long since the last time i saw you” Robin said looking at her, she loved spending just the two of them, there was a certain connection she could only have with her, they have known each other for a while now, 4 years sound so little but actually it felt like a lifetime together.

“Let’s take a picture to send to your mom” Robin said after about 4 hours of shopping, she took the picture, hugged her goodbye and parted ways. After driving to her dorm building, she took a shower, it was almost 4 and as much as she loved shopping with Robin, she was hard to keep up with.

Robin Burrow tagged you in a post.

Robin Burrow: Got to hang out with my daughter today! Always a fun time with this doll.

joe b sent a new message:

How did I not know my mom invited you shopping

Could’ve asked Kat to go with you guys.

The happiness she felt on her stomach dropped after those messages popped on her notification center. Like a punch in the throat.

Taylor: what’s gotten into you? Do you not like me hanging out with your mom?

joe b: All I’m saying you could’ve asked my girlfriend to go too

Girlfriend, like an uppercut that was smashed to her face.

Taylor: not my fault your mom didn’t invite her??

joe b: Whatever just

joe b: She should start hanging out with my mom, and my mom needs to let you go.

Taylor: what does that even mean??

joe b: You do realize we are not boyfriend and girlfriend right?

joe b: Like whatever happened between the both of us ended a long time ago, you don't need to play daughter in law with my mom.

Taylor: You can come pick up your stuff from my dorm, I’ll leave it outside on a box.

joe b: Good.

That night, Taylor couldn’t stop crying, she lost her best friend, and the closest thing shehad to a mother, Robin was the one who helped her choose her prom dress since her own mom was too busy criticizing how her arms looked in that dress. Joe knew that, she called him crying after the heated encounter that had just happened.

A knock on the door woke her up the next day, too lazy to get up and open she figured that if she avoided it it would go away, it did. After a whole week of what it felt, a gut wrenching feeling that would not leave her body.

What changed on Joe to make her feel this way, was she not pretty, was she not smart, was she not what he was looking for? She never told him how she felt, there was never a need for it, everyone around them knew that.

Joe can recall a moment he felt his stomach turned of happiness, it was an off-season sunday, both of them were back in Athens, Joe’s brother hosted a barbecue and Taylor was his unmentioned +1, he picked her up and as much as he tried to hide his excitement he just couldn’t, his sisters in-law always got along with her, or as much as the age gap let them, his nephews were cray for her, and she as crazy for them too, playing tag with them in the backyard while looking as is she was made of angel dust, after staring at her, a familiar voice got him out of that haze.

“You are not fooling anyone son” His father said “Fooling with what?” Joe looked at his dad and chuckled, “You are in love with her” Joe chuckled again “How many beers have you had dad?” His dad looked at him and laughed. Shortly after Joe went inside to change his shirt since the smoke was impregnating his clothes, after changing he stumbled up Taylor. “Hey, I was looking for you” she said “I gotta go but thank you so much for having me” she said half hugging Joe, he was confused “What? You’re leaving so early! We haven’t had dinner yet” “I know and I’m sorry, I promise I will make it up to you” Joe walked to the door to grab his keys, “No worries, I ordered an uber” she said putting her hands on his chest “It’s already here” she said opening the door and closing it so Joe couldn’t walk her to the car. He was confused, but he was also quick, she didn’t get in an Uber, she got into a car and was greeted by a guy he was very aware of, Mathew somehow knew a friend of a friend of a friend from Taylor, they met on a party one night, they were not dating, she thought he was cute but didn’t felt like the one she was looking for.

Joe held onto that memory for the longest time,he didn’t know who the guy in the car was, couldn’t see his face, he felt bad about her leaving him and his family to see some other guy. But he couldn’t complain, he had done that two or three times, maybe more, using football as an excuse to not go with her to the movies or shopping. Mat and Taylor stopped seeing each other afterwards, he was a quarterback for Michingan and was insanely gorgeous, also one of the best in the league, LSU and Michigan played against each other on the season, and that’s when Joe knew who he was, he told some of the defense guys to tackled him harder, later that night, after the win Taylor was wrapped around Joe’s arms, He won both matchups that day.

Tired from her pity party, she decided to go out that night, her girlfriends were more than happy to go and have a nice dinner as long as it meant to dress up cute. They laughed so hard that night and took a bunch of pictures, she posted one to her story and went to bed that night.

barzal97: You are drop dead gorgeous.

barzal97: I’m playing LSU next weekend, wanna come?

And she did, wearing Michigan gear, sitting with Mat’s friends and having a great time. There was no point in going to the game and being on the other side if Joe wasn’t willing to be nice to her, LSU won 21-17 that night. But she was more than happy to see Mat.

After the game, Joe went to see his family and girlfriend, realizing a short brown eyed was missing, “Hey Mom, did Taylor come?” he asked her very quietly “I don't know honey, she didn’t sit with us, maybe she was in the stands” Robin half smiled at Joe, he knew she wasn’t there after all he wouldn’t blame her. Later that night, Joe found out she was sitting on Michigan’s side after a text from one of his friends. He was so mad and so heartbroken at the same time.

joe b: Really? Wearing Barzal’s gear, that’s low even for you.

He regretted sending that text and as much as he tried to deleted it, Taylor already saw it,

taylor: What is your problem dude? You’ve been acting like a dick lately.

taylor: you were the one who told me to stop hanging out with your mom, now that I’ve done that, ur pissed off about it give me a break you big baby.

Stop hanging out with my mom doesn’t equate to wearing someone else’s jersey, Joe thought to himself.

joe b: Tell your little boyfriend that he will always lose you to me, I had you first.

joe b: I’m sorry tay i shouldn’t have said that.

The last message didn’t go through.

[yourlocaltrashpandaa]

A/n: Wukong brainrot incoming… do you accept? You should~ I have the headcanon that Sun has scars from wounds that never healed properly. I know he has a healing factor and he’s immortal ik but idc

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Asking About His Scars

sun wukong x fem!reader

request: yes/no

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A shiver ran up your spine as cool breeze swept over your shoulders. You scutched over, snuggled into Wukong’s side. Being on Flower Fruit Mountain at night without a jacket was a dumb move on your part. A smile appeared on Wukong’s face as his tail wrapped around you waist with his arm around your shoulder. He squeezed you, hugging you closer.

“Cold, Peaches?” He asked.

“Maybe… I really should start bring a jacket with me when I come up here especially when we watch the sunset together.” You said.

Wukong scoffed. “Nah, you got me to keep you warm, right?” Wukong said hugging you, nuzzling the side of your head.

You laughed, placing your hand on his chest. “I know. But, can we go inside please? I’m a little tired.” You said.

“Sure, N/n. Staying the night?” Wukong asked you as he stood up stretching a bit.

You nodded as you stood up. “Yeah. I hope that’s okay.” You said.

“Of course, Peaches,” Wukong exclaimed his tail swished behind him happily. “Like I’d say no to you~.” He purred nuzzling your cheek.

You giggled. “Stop it, you flirt!” You exclaimed pushing Wukong away gently with you elbow.

Wukong took you back into the cave and to his small cottage like home with Wukong’s little monkeys trailing behind the two of you. You always told Wukong how much you liked spending time here. It was quiet and peaceful, you felt like you could lose track of time and be contempt with that.

Wukong would always say to you, “Hey, you could just live here, you know?” And you didn’t know if he was being serious or not but you’d decline his offer though you’ve had second thoughts.

“You go and get comfy, Peaches. I’ll get things set up so we can watch a movie or something.” Wukong said.

“Wukong, do you still keep my clothes that keep here in your room?” You asked.

“Yeah! They should be in there.” Wukong said back.

Walking into his room, you looked around until you saw your duffel bag underneath the bed. Crouching down, you fished your duffel bag from under the bed and dug through the clothes you kept. You changed into a pair of shirts and a black baggy t-shirt.

“Honestly, Peaches,” You jumped a bit, startled by Wukong sudden appearance in the doorway. “You should just move in with how much stuff you leave here.” He said.

“Learn to knock…” You grumbled out.

The simian scoffed, rolling his eyes at you. “Whatever you act like I care. Let’s not act like I haven’t seen you naked before.” Wukong smirked.

You smacked his arm. “Ass.” You said.

“This is my room, you know. You don’t get to complain.” Wukong said without warning he stripped off his top.

You noticed something about him. His back was scattered with scars, long ones, deep ones that looked painful. His right arm had scars running up it. How come you never noticed them before? Maybe it was because his fur sometimes covered them up or you haven’t looked to closely at them.

He turned to you and on his chest shown a large scar that went from his collar bone and went down at an angle a little past his pectoral muscles. You frowned walking over to get closer.

“Uh, Y/n? What’s up?” Wukong asked.

You didn’t answer him as you ran your pointer finger up the scar on his chest. He shivered, tensing up a bit but then relaxed.

“How did you get this,” You asked. “Well I mean all of them.” You said.

Wukong chuckled. “I have loads of stories, yet some of them are less then pleasant.” He said.

You hummed. “Do they hurt?” You asked.

“Nah, not in a long time. Sometimes I get those phantom pains but that’s not often.” Wukong said.

“How come I’ve never seen them? Do you hide them from me?” You asked.

“No… you’re normally asleep when I come to bed when you stay here.” Wukong said.

“Ah! That makes sense,” You nodded. “Why did these scars remain. You have a healing factor right?” You asked.

“Well, uh, I got them during my younger days. “Havoc in Heaven” days I mean.” Wukong chuckled as he looked off to the side.

“Really. Wow, you are old.” You laughed.

Wukong frowned. “Alright, Alright! I get it, I get it,” You quit the laughing. “Let’s watch a movie, Peaches.” He said, he nuzzled his head into your shoulder and the crook of your neck.

“Okay, Okay, Drama Queen,” You grabbed his hand. “To the living room!” You exclaimed.

Maybe if you ever ask again about his scars, he’d tell you the stories, even the unpleasant ones.

[pics-and-fanfics]

If this gets….. 1,000 notes (ik some of yall are insane (looking at you, mooties)) ill come out to my mom about being gay and tell her I kissed a girl at homecoming.

I’m only doing this bc I’ve tried to do this before and I got two responses.

I tried to tell her I though I was gay and she told me she’d love me and support me no matter what or who I loved

A few months after the above happened, she told me it was just a phase and my older sister went thru the exact same thing, and that I just haven’t met the right guy yet and was really condescending abt the whole thing

She’s also shown her colors against some of my LGBTQ friends. One of my friends, R, is transmasc, and my mom says that R is a girl and will never be a boy. I’m scared that she’ll have that same kind of attitude against me if I come out

No time limit

I just don’t want to feel like I’m lying to my mom anymore about who I like and have crushes on, and feel like shit silently when she criticizes others for just being themselves and loving who they want.

[torukmaktoskxawng]

so basically i’ve been thinking abt this since the second film of AVATAR came out… ik a lot of ppl are saying how Norm might be kiri’s dad (which i don’t agree with 😅), or that she’s Graces Avatar’s clone— but, in the AVATAR original movie, when grace is shot when they are escaping RDA custody, Jake asked Mo’at to please save her so they brought her to the Spirit tree and began the same ritual they did on Jake later in the movie— and I remember (briefly) Mo’at’s line was “Eywa, take all that she is here,” motioning to graces human body, “and place it in here” motioning to graces Avatar. Since she died before her mind could be transferred into her avatar body, I wonder if Eywa impregnated her which would explain a lot to kiri’s connection to the great mother and pandora itself. Because when mo’at said “take all that she is here”, grace was so weak that she didn’t have much life in her but the life she did have in here was able to survive in assistance with Eywa in the form of pregnancy? hence why Kiri was born of graces avatar and no mention of a father was shown .. idk that’s my idea i think that would make a lot of sense

See, I thought this was obvious, clear as day, when first watching AtWoW, but I guess people just want Kiri to have a father that's not Jake or something 🤷‍♀️

So if not a clone, then maybe Kiri is a small part of Grace's mind/soul, likely from days when Grace was young and innocent. Eywa took a part of Grace's soul to make Kiri, but only a part of Grace that hadn't died yet when the transfer was happening. Otherwise, Kiri would've likely kept Grace's personality and memories (although I'd argue her sarcasm comes from Grace)

But some could argue that could still be categorized as a clone. Some consider Quaritch and the other Recoms as clones, the only difference was that he was made in a lab, in a different body, and was given the real Quaritch's memories. Idk, there's gotta be limits to cloning we don't know yet, but from my understanding, it's to mimic or copy the same DNA from the original host. Which is why I think Kiri is Grace's clone

[propertyofrjl]

i’ve always had a problem with ages in MCD, they don’t makes sense (ik it’s cause at the start the npc’s aged quicker and stuff, but let’s fix one of the main ones that confuses me) Brian.

so first of all, i don’t think Brian is Dales son, Brian is darker skinned than both dale and molly, so what if he has a different dad. molly didn’t cheat, oh no, Brian is simply a child from a past relationship (i’m about to dump this head canon on all y’all so buckle up)

i think our dear sweet Molly is from O’kasis, she a very religious person, dedicated to Irene, and O’kasis is a very religious city, it makes sense. now i can see Molly being kinda poor while living in O’kasis, not the best support system, this is where she meets and “falls in love” with this guy, he’s a criminal and he’s trouble.

Molly’s probs like “i can fix him” when in fact what he does is breaks her. he’s abusive both physically and emotionally, and does what he wants no matter what she says. and Molly doesn’t fight back because she thinks this is punishment for something.

but then molly finds out she’s pregnant, and there is no way in hell she will raise this baby with a man like this guy, so in the dead of night she sneaks out with a small bag of treasured items, maybe a change of clothes, and that’s it. she finds her way to Nahkara village before stowing away to Scaleswind (the birth place/home of Irene, of course she’d be drawn to it)

she arrives and with the help of some kind strangers she settles in a small home, she has Brian and makes a living helping the elderly neighbour with his chicken farming, telling anyone who asks that Brian’s father passed away leaving her a widow (both o’kasis and scaleswind seem like places that would frown upon premarital sex) so Brian grows up thinking his dad was a good person who died (he most def sees the elderly neighbour they help as a grandfather)

then when Brian is around 8 or 9, Molly’s out one evening giving the chickens their last feed of the day when she sees a wagon coming into the city, there sitting with the reigns in his hand is her ex partner, Brian’s dad, and she me never felt more terrified. she runs inside and locks herself and her son indoors. that’s the day Brian finds out that his father his an abusive cruel man, and it causes anger to bubble up inside, anger at his dad for being that way, angry at his mum for lying, angry at himself for being a product of someone who hurt others.

with the help of the old neighbour they yet again, slip out of the city walls under nightfall. an old merchant on his way to bright port offers them a ride, but Molly is worried about going to another well populated town, but the merchant explains he has to stop off at a small village before bright port, it’s sounds perfect. so on to the wagon her and Brian get.

it’s daybreak of the 3rd day travelling when they arrive at this tiny little village of Phoenix Drop. and with the kindness of the lords wife’s (Matilda was always willing to take in ppl in need) they had a home. They were shown to their new house and around the village by a kindly guard (DALE) and with that they started their new lives.

when aphmau comes along she still sets up Molly and Dale (who’ve been smitten with each other for years now) at first Brian is excited cause he’s got a new dad, but then Dale starts going on and on and on about guard academy, Brian’s happy to go, but when he gets there he meets another student who’s got a step parent, only the step parent sent this kid away to get rid of them. this gets Brian thinking, and the more he talks to this kid the more it sticks in his head that Dale is doing the same thing (when really Dale is just so happy to have a son and wants to share being a guard with him too) and then when Brian comes home and finds his mother expecting a baby it’s like a moment of solidified acceptance, that Dale was trying to get rid of him and it worked.

then when Brian is arrested for betraying everyone, molly and dale visit him, Molly can’t stop crying no matter how much Brian pleads with her to not cry, but she can’t and so she walks out with Alexis in her arms. Dale is left looking at his son with a blank expression. Brian turns to his “father” coldly, spitting how Dale finally got what he wanted, a family without Brian.

and then Dale let’s out a dry sob which catches Brian’s attention. and Dale apologies to HIM. “if i ever made you think you were unwanted in this family, then i failed as a father…i’m so sorry my boy”

and Dale’s always called Brian his boy, but it hits so much harder in that moment because it’s the spark that ignited the copious amounts of doubt Brian begins to feel, that maybe all these years he was wrong, that Dale did in fact want him after all.

…

ANGST

[aurorialwolf]

OC / SONA INTRO POST

This is Aria Aisling! She’s an obsessive dreamwalker (I made her long before Blake came out, and ik he’s not a dreamwalker but he was known as one for a while) and uses dreams as escapism, like Elliott mentions in one of his explanative videos! Her symbol is a maze with no exits, as she obsesses over her listener (named Dreamer) and traps them in ‘perfect’ dreams with her.

She lives together with multiple other magic users, who try to keep her in check, and it.. mostly works? She uses her magic to trespass on multiple occasions (puts security to sleep etc) and has broken into Wonderworld before.

She’s a dreamwalking student at DAMN, looking to get her certificate in that along with some minor illusion and telepathy studies.

They meet their listener via their dreamwalking studies, as Dreamer had volunteered to be a test subject for some dreams and such, as they have some issues with insomnia. (Think cosmetology test runs, but instead it’s dreaming). They become friends, and Aria continues to help them sleep, crafting dreams perfect for Dreamer, which goes well until.. well, Aria decides they want to have Dreamer all to themselves. They trap them in a forever dream, as Dreamer is unempowered, and cannot break out. Fortunately for Dreamer, they have connections with the same vampire clan that one of Aria’s roommates is part of, and when said clan realizes they’ve been missing, they come to the rescue, ambushing Aria and getting through her illusions.

Aria is then taken in by DUMP, and is detained for a time, before being allowed to continue her studies under observation, and is no longer allowed to participate in dream test runs with volunteers.

Her story may change a bit, as I iron it out, since I dabble in voice acting and might record some audios of her :D (if you’ve seen her on discord already and u notice her sheet has changed it’s cuz I modified the bars to be more accurate for the final post)

Redacted oc / sona intro sheet template is by yoteako on Tumblr!

Taglist: @professionallyyappin @darlin-collins @kxemii (only missing people because I’ve shown them her on discord already!!)

If you’d like to be added to the taglist just let me know!

Redactedsona template by yoteako on tumblr.

[jokeringcutio]

Hiiii :D

Your writing’s legit amazing and I was wondering if you could write an idea I’ve had for a while?

So (and ik this is silly but it’s something I kinda do) could you write a Grabber x Reader but when the reader gets stressed they scratch their skin and Al doesn’t like seeing them with scratch marks on their skin so he helps them and it’s all fluffy and happy?

Thanks a bunch <33

A small Drabble for you p1llow-w1llow ♥  (GenNeutral Reader x Albert Shaw/The Grabber)

Rating: Teen? Warnings: Self-harm (Scratching), Swearing (by Reader).

Fluorescent lights cast a harsh glare on the linoleum floor as you stood in the supermarket. A shopping list clutched in your hand reminded you of what you needed to buy. All such mundane things. Nothing special about it. Yet you had difficulty focusing. So many things had happened recently in your life, so many things that kept buzzing inside your mind, not wanting to quiet. The constant thrum of voices and carts felt suffocating, and you felt the familiar itch of stress crawling up your arms.

"Damn it," you muttered under your breath as you scratched furiously at your skin, nails digging into the soft flesh, leaving angry red lines in their wake. You hardly were aware of what you did. You knew that you noticed it once, when you first started this habit. It had been a good distraction, much better than throwing things or slamming the pain away.

This was a method always available to you. Your arms were always there, as were your nails. No one had ever truly noticed or tried to stop you. So you’d grown to the habit. You hardly noticed it now – just the dulling of your stress as the feeling in your arms took your focus away.

"Hey, stop!" a voice called out. And that was new. You turned around and looked in shock as a man came rushing towards you. Judging by the clothes he wore he worked here, and for a moment you feared you had let something drop, or that he thought you were stealing something.

But then you locked eyes with him and saw something you had not seen in a while.

Concern.

Albert Shaw, according to his nametag, rushed over to you with concern etched across his face. His chestnut hair fell just above his shoulders, hints of grey peeking through at the roots. He forcibly caught your hands in his, stopping you from hurting yourself any further.

"Look at what you're doing to yourself," he said, his grip tightening. You could feel the heat of his fingers wrapped around your wrists as he studied the lines on your arms with an intensity that made you squirm. "Why are you hurting yourself like this?"

You had no good answer and just stared at him while you tried to pull away from him. But there was something about the kindness in his blue eyes that made you hesitate, even as they darkened ever so slightly.

"Is it like that?" Albert said, as if a sudden understanding dawned on him, his voice low and gruff. "I can't just stand by and watch someone hurt themselves."

"It’s not that bad," you said, voice hitching because you could imagine things that would be a lot worse or more permanent. You were actually quite proud of how you had managed to cope with things.

"Promise me you won't do this again," Albert urged, his voice soft and tender. His eyes conveyed a warmth that somehow made your heart ache.

"I don't know if I can promise that," you replied, biting your lip. It had been so long since anyone had shown this level of concern for you. The vulnerability in your own voice surprised you.

"Please try, for me?" Albert looked at you with such sincerity, it was impossible to resist. You nodded slowly, feeling the tight knot of tension that had been lodged in your chest begin to loosen.

“I know how it is to feel,” here he paused and swallowed, hard. You watched as Albert’s tongue peeked out to lick past his lips, how his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed before he chose his next words. “To feel like this,” he finally said, eyes searching for yours again to establish that connection anew. “I know how it is to suffer. And it is so, so unnecessary.”

Is it? you wondered. Did he even know how you feel right now? To say that such an important, such a vital act… a habit you grew into to survive, that it was unnecessary… It felt wrong. It felt like he made everything seem less important than it was. Then again, perhaps he was right? He said he lived through it.

His words made you curious and you looked up at him to see the concern and passion in his eyes. A passion that you could not name, but that showed how honest and serious he was about all of this. He meant it, something inside of your mind whispered to you. He means it and he tries. He sees you.

"Okay," you whispered, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You didn't know why this man's kindness affected you so deeply, but it did.

At this, Albert smiled. It was a small smile, one that curved the corner of his lips ever so slightly, but you noticed it. Did you notice the spark in his crystal blue eyes. “Very good of you,” he murmured. “It will be hard, but you can do it. Just noticing when you do it is the first step. Trying to stop is the second. Will you promise me that you’ll try?”

“Yes,” you said, hesitatingly. But his words sounded warm and seeped into your bones, driving away the cold. “I'll try to not do it again, sir.”

"Thank you," he said softly, releasing your hands. He rubbed his thumb over the angry red lines on your arm, a gesture so gentle it sent shivers down your spine. "Look, I know we just met, but if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here."

"Really?" you asked, a hesitant smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. It felt foreign, like your face had forgotten how to form the expression.

"Absolutely," Albert confirmed, his own smile broad and genuine. It was contagious; your smile grew wider, and for the first time in what felt like ages, you felt the weight of your burdens lighten. “And no sir. Just call me Albert. Like a friend.”

A friend? It is how he felt to you, and you knew it. The moment you clapped eyes upon him you had felt the warmth between the two of you. This Albert was someone special.

"Thank you, Albert," you murmured, your voice barely audible. The words carried all the gratitude that swelled inside you, threatening to burst free.

"Anytime," he replied, his gaze never leaving your eyes. The connection that formed between you two in that moment was electric, charged with possibilities and unspoken emotions. It felt both exhilarating and terrifying, a simultaneous pull toward him and an urge to flee.

"Take care of yourself," Albert said tenderly, stepping back to give you space, but your shared warmth lingered. You nodded, a newfound determination taking root in your chest.

"Thank you," you repeated, the words still not feeling like enough. Albert gave you one last smile before turning and walking away.

The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a harsh glow over the aisle. You shifted uneasily, your heart still racing from your conversation with Albert. It was like someone had breathed life back into you, the air around you charged with something indescribable. You turned around and picked up some of the groceries you needed, when you suddenly heard a familiar voice shout out to you.

"Wait," Albert called out, his voice gentle as he approached you once more. Your breath hitched, and you turned to face him, unsure of what to expect.

"Is everything alright?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"I forgot to ask you something," he said, stepping closer, so close that the hairs on your arms stood on end. His presence was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but be drawn to him. “Before you leave.”

"Wh-what's that?" Your words stumbled, your heart threatening to leap out of your chest.

"When things get too much, think of me. Think of what I said." He searched your eyes, his gaze filled with such intensity that it sent shivers down your spine.

You hesitated for a moment before nodding, the promise settling deep within you. "I promise," you whispered, your voice trembling. It felt like a sacred vow, something unbreakable.

"Good," Albert murmured, his hand reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear. The touch was soft, lingering just a second too long, and your skin burned where his fingers grazed it.

"Remember," he continued, leaning in until his lips were a mere breath away from your ear. "You are stronger than you think, and you deserve better than this pain."

His words resonated within you, the truth of them striking a chord deep inside. You thought he would kiss you then, but instead, he pulled back, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with warmth and sincerity.

"Will I see you again?" you asked, the question tumbling out before you could stop it.

"Of course," he replied, his smile genuine and comforting. "I'll be here for you whenever you need me."

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing in the aisle, your heart pounding and your promise to him echoing in your ears. You knew, deep down, that this was just the beginning of something both beautiful and terrifying, a connection that would change your life forever. ~ AN: I'm not very good with self-harm-related topics, but this was one I felt needed to be written. I hope, if you are familiar with this, that you can get through it and in a couple of years can look back at it as just a phase you proudly got out of. If not, it is a way of coping and you should not feel ashamed of it. Hopefully, this little drabble may give you that spark you needed today.  ♥ 

[sol-st1ce]

Ok ik I’ve shown off Epiales before but I can’t just leave Morpheus all alone RAHHH

[bookscandlesnbts]

Ik you may excuse this as 'it's his job excuse' BUT after chosing army over Tae he sang thing. Before chosing Army over RM he grunted and took some time to think. But when it was Jimin.. without even a second thought he said YOU. This might not be big for shippers but for us these things are VERY telling, just like 993838778 other times which it was clear Jimin out of all is not his partner. And no, it's not us being delulu thinking he'll chose us lol. But just a clue about what and who are his priorities. And it's NOT jimin.. I can't believe even Tae and RM has a bigger chance than Jimin to be his priority.

I got another ask that was completely unhinged and thought it couldn’t get worse and then you send me this shit 🤣🤣🤣🤣

So this is the hill you are dying on huh? This is the moment that you are taking 100% seriously? Over all the other things JK has done and shown over the years to show who is priorities are both Jimin and BTS. Army is the fandom. It’s also part of BTS. So him “choosing” us over a member in a silly balance game where he was also getting some very odd choices, doesn’t mean shit to me. You are the highest level of delulu if you actually think Jungkook would choose you over any of his bandmates who have been with him through thick and thin over the course of ten years.

I’ll humor you, but you didn’t even come with all the facts. How are you going to make a comparison about him choosing Tae and Joon over Jimin and not mention the little giggle after he chose Army over Jimin. He didn’t giggle after he chose Army over Tae or Joon. He only did that when he didn’t choose Jimin. Pretty cheeky if you ask me. He was fibbing and he might hear about it later from a certain blondie.

Y’all really pick the corniest things to fixate on. I don’t want Jungkook to choose me. He doesn’t know me and I couldn’t even have a proper conversation with him due to the language barrier. I know he would choose his members. And let’s be clear the ONLY member that is even a possibility of being a romantic partner for JK is Jimin. This moment wasn’t “big” for shippers because he was entertaining the fandom and playing a game. And I’m not a shipper. I didn’t look at Jungkook and Jimin like two Barbie dolls and says “I want you to be together now kiss!” And smash their faces together. I’ve watched a TON of BTS content since I joined the fandom in 2020 and picked up on consistent patterns of behavior. I suggest you do the same.

[borom1r]

Imma sauce you star-shaped crystal, giant shooky pillow, and handwritten poems

star-shaped crystal: have you ever been inspired by a dream? tell us about it

ooooo ok….. i mean theoretically im sure i have been, but i had a really long period of time where i didnt remember my dreams AT ALL. and now my dreams have either been 1) abt my real life actual human man crush, which i will Not be using for fic inspiration, or 2) extremely vivid yet equally extremely mundane. had a dream i got scared by a spider in the bathroom in like. horrifying Dream HD last night. i wish my brain could be useful 😭

giant bt21 shooky pillow: what’s the most warm and fuzzy scene in your wip? share an excerpt

MY ENTIRE CURRENT WIP IS WARM AND FUZZY, but here’s a lil bit that i haven’t already shown u skfjshdh:

“Well, you’ve certainly ruined the surprise!” Pippin declares, before Aragorn and Faramir can begin to react. “We were planning a nice picnic lunch to celebrate and surprise you with. I suppose you might as well know, since you walked in on us— which was very impolite, I might add.”

“I hardly walked in on you, you’re standing in the street!” Boromir’s attempt at remaining stern fails entirely, a warm grin dawning like the sunrise across his face. “What are we celebrating, anyhow?”

handwritten poems: what do you do when experiencing writer’s block?

just give it time, generally. ik how my brain + muse work and if i try to force things it isn’t gonna end Well. hence why the text game has been moving at a fucking snail’s pace— i have Monday off work, tho, so hopefully ill be able to make some good progress on it done over this long weekend ✌🏻

I’ve had a lot of Éomer thoughts lately, so fingers crossed I’ll be able to finish his route off over the weekend lol. i think Théo + Boromir’s routes are gonna be fuckin bears to finish (esp bc i still don’t have all the date ideas roughed out for Théo ☠️☠️)

if i give myself time to work on silly, low pressure stuff instead, eventually ill be able to knock out chunks of whatever i hit a block on in little bursts