#also go your own way but thats not as funny pathetic

[densewentz]

if Hopelessly Devoted to You isnt on your pathetic post-divorce crowley playlists then what is the point people

[thegnomelord]

I REALLY LOVE THE STRAIGHTFOWARD WEREWOLVES SOAP. OMG. Its just really funny in my head, imagine the way soap would act so shameless around the reader, uncaring about the stare he got because thats just how they are! The werewolves race with their no-shit and unfiltered attitude, and oh if they take interest in you, prepare your heart especially if you has a weak one; because surely they'll cling their every waking moment with you, sniffing every spots of you that they can reach. Absurd yet endearing flirtiratios compliments would hurled at you, catching you off guard cause they just come out of nowhere. Baring their fangs at potential rivals, worst case scenario if its their own race, because they can and will get violent, best calmed the werewolves down before anything awful happened. Just a thing between werewolves to prove which one is the stronger and more qualified, whose more worthy of your love, in their point of view.

If you have the time can you make a short fic, it would be the highlight of my life for weeks!!

Okay yes but also because I love needy clingy pathetic Soap too much lol

CW: NSFW, gn reader, grinding, somnophillia, quick and rough.

You've noticed that Soap has started to act. . . strange.

He's started trying to feed you all types of stuff, mostly meat, seeking you out at all times of the day. You'll see him go out to the woods and come back with some large animal, and an hour later he'll be coming to you with a plate of food and a 'Kiss the cook' apron on (every time you have to bite back from drawing attention to the fact the arrows point down to his dick). "Hey, need that wonderful mouth of yer's to try this out." He says, watching with rapt attention as you try his food, taking every critique with a wagging tail.

And if you like his food, oh, there's a giant grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, ye like that?" He comes closer, the plate in your hands forcing distance between you two. "Reckon this cook should get a reward." He's already stepping around to press his chest flush with your back before he can finish his sentence, and you don't have the heart to stop him because the food is mouth watering and he's just scenting you, even if the occasional flick of his tongue against your nape makes you shiver. (You, again, try not to draw attention to a hard bulge grinding into your ass)

That's the other thing. He's gotten really clingy.

He's always been clingy with all the team members, nuzzling his cheek against Gaz, whining like a kicked puppy when pushes him away with a hand on his face, tail wagging as he scents Price. Usually he's satisfied after he's done scenting the lads in your team, happy to continue with his business.

But with you. . .

You can't even sit on the couch for five seconds before his burly body is snuggling up to you, taking his seat in your lap like he owns it, like he's a lap dog. Doesn't even excuse himself before his hands are groping your biceps as he nuzzles your neck. "Aye, yer so hoht," He purrs, full body rubbing against you. "Could use ye fer a blanket on cold nights." You don't know how to feel about that, his words causing your mind to stutter long enough for him to replace the scents lingering on you with his own.

And when someone enters to find you like this, he doesn't even throw them a glance, gripping onto you like a koala and all you can do is mouth a 'help me'. Doesn't work though, as the second he senses someone is getting near he's growling like a monster truck's engine, glaring at the poor sod with his face still stuck in your neck.

Or, if you're busy with something, he'll saddle up to you, ears perked up. "Oi, bonnie, hold som'ting fer me." He'll whine, tugging on your arm until you sigh.

"Fine, just give it here." You growl, holding out your arm, still concentrated on what you're doing.

Next thing you know you're cupping his jaw, his head resting on your hand. "Anyone ever tell ye, yer got perfect hands te grope with?" Johnny grins at you, that one snaggletooth fang pinching his lip, using your confusion to rub the scent glands in his cheeks against your palm, making sure you smell like him.

You shake out of your stupor and pull your hand back, resisting giving in when he gives you such a heartbroken whine. "No, Johnny." You growl and shoo him away, but he still manages to brush his tail against your leg.

You make the mistake to fall asleep on the communal couch after a grueling day of training recruits. When Johnny finds you, his nose immediately trying to get a whiff of your scent, he growls when he can barely get traces of it beneath the smell of dirt and sweat and way too many people when the only scent you should have on you is his. His inner wolf growls along with him, his ears pricking up straight, staring at your sleeping form.

He's more than happy to rectify your mistake.

He lays on top of you, purring happily to himself when you don't even shift. "Good mate," He hums to himself, wrapping around you like a blanket, face buried in your neck once again. His hands slide beneath your shirt, making him pant into your skin from the sensation of your muscles beneath his hands. He moves his body slowly, seeking to have as much skin contact as he can, mouth watering and angel bells ringing in his skull at how he can taste his scent replacing everyone else's on your skin.

He doesn't notice when he starts to nibble on your neck, but it's the sensible next move, what better way to keep competition away than let everyone know you're taken? Johnny's marks bloom across your throat as he sucks hickeys into your skin, his wolf and himself standing on common ground to make sure you're covered in his marks.

He pulls back his head to look at his work and groans, cock immediately hardening in his pants from you covered in his marks. His hips gain a life of their own, thighs gripping your own as he grinds down, already half drunk on your scent.

You wake up to find his hot breath fanning over your face, the sensation of something hard grinding against your leg dissipating any residual drowsiness. "Johnny, what the fuck?" You ask, voice rough from sleep, only now registering his weight on top of you.

"'m sorry bonnie," Johnny whines, burying his face into your neck to muffle his whining. "Just- hah- needed ye."

You grumble, but you can't hide the way heat burns through your veins at the sight of him, his face flushed, claws gripping you like you'll disappear, desperately humping against your leg.

"I can see that." You say, tensing your thigh to give aid him in his grinding, your eyes growing wide at the loud moan that escapes him, like he's a whore on camera.

"Oh, shite, thank ye, thank ye, thank ye-" He whines, his humping growing faster, butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the way you hadn't pushed him away, that you're accepting his advances, muttering 'mate' under his breath as he chases after his orgasm.

He cums before either one of you knows it, a dark stain forming in his pants as he bites down and groans into your neck. You grunt, but Soap's quick to release your skin and lap at the aching spots with his tongue, soothing the pain.

"'m sorry bonnie." He mumbles, cock still hard in his pants, his wolfish eyes settling on you. Shame nibbles on his stomach for cumming so fast when he can't smell a lot of arousal on you, his wolf growling at him to show you how good he can be.

You jump when his hand slides down to grip your crotch roughly, his pupils dilating at the way a small moan slips past your lips. "Lemme make it up fer ye yeah?"

[electrificata]

here are my house observations, im in season 3

some of the shit house says to foreman is genuinely unforgivable

foreman as a character i generally like. omar epps is giving a good performance of an even-keeled-but-not-without-effort kind of guy, i do like the plotline of a guy who came to learn from an expert whos the worst guy in the world and trying to figure out how to do the same thing without being the worst guy in the world. i also think they way they keep him out of hospital love triangles is racist, foreman is not currently hot but could be with 15% more attention from the writers room.

really sexist as a general rule. i have not encountered the idea of "jailbait" this much in literal years.

hipster racism. its the 2000s. funny to talk abt this because "hipsters" were younger at this point and the character of house is, im assuming, in his mid 40s at the start of the show, but thats the general logic that seems to be on display. "well you know that he's a good guy so its ironic and funny that he's threatening to use the n word as a joke."

a) stupid logic to begin with, doing something ironically is also just doing it, b) doesnt even work on its own terms here because house is widely acknowledged to be an awful person in the context. the entire show is built around the question "how much deliberately annoying, dangerous bullshit will we endure from this dickhead to maintain access to his unique skillset"

i still dont "get" house/wilson. like i do see it, like i can see that theyre a little obsessed with each other and they have a fun mutually manipulative dynamic, and they make sense as foils (guy who's self-consciously awful and often ends up doing noble things accidentally/guy who's self-consciously noble and often deliberately does awful things). but i cannot feel myself going insane about it. if anything i like him better with cuddy

cuddy really really hot. really really really hot. cuddy.

so like yeah i see house/wilson im just not going insane about it the way i thought i might. altho tbh it took a global pandemic and a extended, byzantine renaissance of tumblrina supernatural scholarship to make me have a destiel spiral. i need infrastructure for these things.

cameron's character is such an old school token girl character. i hate how they treat her "niceness" almost as much as i hate how they treat her crush on house.

a better show (written by me) would have some more cuddy and foreman "managing" house plotlines (foreman being a protege allows focus on the legacy of house's medicine, how to replicate it, how to contain damage), probably give him some of the cuddy and wilson time. the three of them together would be good i could do that.

cuddy/foreman. hm. in the remake.

like, i do get how this happened. house is troubled in a durable, interesting way. the writing is good enough to support his layers, the way his snap-judgement psychoanalysis of everyone he meets curls back around to shine a light on his own issues. good balance of competence and patheticness. laurie is giving a masterclass in the niche field of "british comedian comes to us tv drama, grows some stubble, becomes a sex symbol." i read an old review that referred to his "sourpuss charisma" i really like that turn of phrase.

(i was also into josh on the west wing when i watched that last year, i have a type i love antagonism. no im not dating anyone right now, who wants to take me for a candlelit dinner and tell me i smell good and my voice is sexy) (you cant just compliment me, ill be bored or uncomfortable, you have to bury it in a disagreement and make it clear youre kind of mad that youre into me)

that said i think the show kind of misunderstands house's sex appeal. it feels very written-by-men. women characters throw themselves at house in a porny kind of take-me-now way. in my observations guys who are arent traditionally hot but attractive in this antagonistic, talky was dont really get that kind of treatment, but they do get the main cast wilson/cuddy/cameron "i hate this guy but im obsessed with him and i will never make a move or i will and itll go badly" kind of stuff. my phantom house reboot does have cameron and house hook up and its a really mean and destructive fwb thing with like 4 false endings. does this make sense.

right now im in the middle of the plotline where leighton meester plays a 17 yr old girl stalking house because shes so in love. like thats not the vibe. at least from what ive seen. im not omniscient.

lol it turns out she has a spore makign her hypersexual lolllll i literally have this on in the background rn ok i take some of this back.

whenever i mention to someone im watching house theyll recount to me the plot of the one episode they can remember and it always sounds insane and its never made up.

"the one with the intersex teen model who fucks her dad to manipulate him and has testicular cancer" like yeah. yeah thats real. if you talked to me 3 weeks ago thatd be the one i recounted to you.

yes house does leer at her in that episode and its treated as logical and normal for a 45 year old man.

i hate chase, he's awful but boring.

im curious how long im gonna keep watching this, i know the later seasons get kind of soapy plotwise and i dont know if thats what i want out of this

[wildcatfourteen]

how do you come up with such interesting composition? your pieces are always so captivating 💗

thank youuuuuuuuuu <33 and the truth is. idk. i am kinda just winging it and making a lot of adjustments as i go.... im not very orderly about it and have my thoughts kinda all over the place. heres some examples under the cut w what process pics i could find

direction process goes >>>

first did a pencil sketch for big shapes. was just placing stuff down. i wanted to make ref sheets for an art trade but didnt want to make a traditional type bc i hate drawing ppl standing full body (bc im bad at it 👍) also i did not have specific outfits in mind and was going more for a reference of the general vibe of the characters, so i just wanted a full body pose + face close up. to avoid having to show specific details. bc i was cheating. was originally going to have multiple text bubbles around for the character facts

did like two sketches digitally. messed around a LOT with placement. the little emote heads came out of me feeling like it was empty and boring on its own and they are fun to draw so why not include them. the multiple text bubbles seemed like a bad idea now so i took them out and just did one text wall.

i actually dont like the text wall now and think breaking it up wouldve been more fun visually but that would've required effort i didnt wanna put in LOL

^ i lost the pencil sketch for this one (i always do a pencil sketch) but it was actually just the two half body drawings at first with none of that shit at the bottom or the close ups until i was like fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk i gotta add smth around to make this look like theres stuff happening..... the idea was to draw the two main characters of the labb novel in some kinda comic format w panels around and i then. kept adding things until it seemed like i was getting somewhere. thats kind of my process for everything TT i think it helps to stay in a workshopping stage for longer if needed to get somewhere but i often get impatient LOL

im putting a stupid note abt this here bc im still annoyed at myself but in this novel, there was a bit about a crossword puzzle related to a murder case and i only thought of it afterwards that it would be kinda cool to put the sugar cubes in like a crossword puzzle formation....... why didnt i do that......

^ and heres some of the process for this one, but i lost a LOT of the steps for this. the beginning was totally different. the character wasnt as pathetic and scared looking at first but then i was like uhhhhh lets draw him that way :)

the first pencil draft was from a different perspective and it was gonna have a mirror composition to it kinda? but i wasn't able to make that look appealing so i deleted it. it still had the curtains tho but then i also included stuff with framed mirrors + other frames around

i decided to instead make the curtains be the focus of the whole piece to not make it so cluttered. character's pose was so different at first it was so bad i dont even wanna remember it. i took out the frames entirely bc i didnt think they added much to the piece in terms of the atmosphere. since like. the more i worked on it w the character's + the goat's expressions the more it gave a 'being hunted' feeling to it and portrait frames dont fit that vibe. which feels funny bc u look at it and thats all u can think abt but i wasnt even gunning for that when starting out. BE FLEXIBLE. TRUST THE PROCESS.

[suffarustuffaru]

what are your thoughts on elsa/reinhard? I feel like they’d be a fun pairing.

OH ABSOLUTELY theyd be fun!! im really really open to most ships (yeah, even the toxic ones, even the problematic ones, etc etc, its fiction, rezero is ripe with a Ton of complicated character dynamics, i'll find the relationship interesting if theres narrative depth/potential behind it - just to make that clear :o !! i obviously do not condone that irl of course).

but yeah anyway!! yes definitely i think elsa/reinhard would be fun. you could explore it in all sorts of ways - i mean, elsa's the vampire here, reinhard's a monster for. various reasons. theres also other details like how. um. well reinhard's Immortal, so that means Infinite Guts for elsa!! and i think reinhard would be happy to at least make Someone happy T^TT he'd be like "i can just give the bowel hunter my guts over and over again and she'll be nice to me and not kill anyone else also unless theyre very very bad people? good deal :) new friend!!" or something LMAO. dudes starved for company and uh you could interpret elsas reaction in different ways. i feel like i dont know her that much atm though but i think she'd be amused yeah. i mean. infinite guts.... she gets the sword saint..... they can fight each other whenever also :)... and also meili likes the guy (she literally has a sword saint doll) so. its win win. elsa could be going "i could make him A Bit worse :)" and reinhard could be going "i could fix her :) ooh new little sister too!!" or something lajdflsjf. sorry im mentioning meili a lot when this is an elsa/reinhard ask but shes important okay. elsa-meili are a package deal and meili would have an Interesting dynamic with reinhard.

on a more serious note though... reinhard is also the best person to have if you want capella/"mother" to be destroyed. which probably factors into meili's fixation on reinhard. and also all three of them have this shared motif in their lives of Lack of Control. between elsa's backstory, meili's backstory, reinhard's backstory, it's. Something. alright. a lot of trauma to go around!! they can bond over that T^T and i think elsa and meili would have. Interesting Reactions with reinhard... the pristine powerful hero is actually powerless? thats. sad. and pathetic. and sad. but hey..... he can join the dark side too. and help us maybe... if that makes sense hah. im just spitballing ideas here pfft.

but yeah in all seriousness itd be interesting T^T maybe they could make their own weird uncanny dysfunctional trio together hah. they all got. Weird Stuff going on because they all have issues with intimacy also for Various Reasons and in Various Different Ways, so thatd be interesting to explore too!! i think theyd make each other simultaneously better and worse!! and also reinhard is. 1000% giving up those guts to elsa i dont see any other way this is going. depending on where you wanna take this though she might want like. New Guts if she gets tired of reinhard's aljdflsadjf. or maybe she likes it because she gets to see his body healing itself again and again and shes like woagh. whole new guts. :) meili can get like a little special function on her reinhard doll where his guts can fall out!!! elsa and reinhard made sure to help with the finishing touches of course <3

yeah so thats what i think!! elsa/reinhard would be very horribly funny i absolutely support this ship. <3 ty for the ask :D

[wannaseewhatshangin]

tex being jealous after he suspects you have a crush on a rich guy in town... like he's not only angry but sad too cause he realizes he could never offer you what Mr. rich guy has to "offer" you --- headcanons please ;)

Oh me oh my. I LOVE THIS! GOLD STAR FOR YOU DARLING!

I hope you don't mind but I made the hcs where y'all are friends. (Fem reader, as I said in my last post that I was going to write mostly Fem reader because it's easier for me to write and it gives me more practice, instead of accidentally putting "She" instead of "They" or "He" because as I said, I'm used to writing Fem readers)

So let's get one thing out of the way.

You have been friends with Tex and Johnny since you moved schools, which was back in 3rd grade.

Johnny has always known about Tex's little "Crush" on you.

Tex thinks it's not obvious and thinks nobody can see it when he looks at you. And he also thinks it's just a "Small" crush.

But trust me, that boy has no idea that you have him wrapped around your little finger.

There is a boy in your class, he comes from a rich family and he's very friendly, you occasionally talk to him.

He VERY funny- well obviously not as funny as your two best friends. But funny enough to make you laugh.

All Tex could do was sit and watch as he made you smile and laugh. He was supposed to be the one making you smile. He loved your smile and he didn't want to share it with Big Dollars over there. He didn't crack a single joke during class.

Which did not go unnoticed by Johnny.

"Hey what's wrong buddy, you didn't make a fire today or anything." He said, leaning over his buddy's shoulder.

He looked towards you and "Mr. loverman", frowning as he wanted to cry.

He was angry, not at you. He could never be angry with you. But he was angry with your new rich friend and how much you liked him.

"Oh. Hey I'm sorry, man. Hey- it's alright though, she wouldn't leave us for him and you know it. Have some faith in our friend." He said, patting his back.

It was the end of school and he patiently waited on you by the class door.

You walked to him, along with Johnny, starting to walk with them.

You smiled at him, but he didn't smile back.

You looked at Johnny, as if asking him what was wrong with Tex.

"Thats all you, I'll see you chicks later." He said, walking off into the distance.

Your friend walked up behind you, scaring you before you started smiling.

"Hey Darling."

Tex almost snapped right there.

Tex always called you darling and he wasn't gonna watch some guy with big pockets come crashing in and calling you his sweet names.

The guy walked away and Tex looked at you.

"I thought you were MY darling" his voice cracked a little.

You just looked at him, your lips parted in shock at his little outburst.

"W-..What do you mean? Of course I am. Tex what is with you." You asked, rubbing his arm gently.

He just looked at you, eyes tearing up slightly.

After all, he has always been sensitive and never could keep his emotions covered up, unlike his brother.

And he felt ashamed.

All he could think about was how pathetic he felt, not being able to put beautiful diamonds and gold into your hands in just a snap.

He couldn't help but feel like he wasn't good enough and he wasn't ever gonna be yours.

"Well, I mean it's kinda obvious that I'm no match for Mr rich guy. If he makes you happy then it's okay."

He looked down at his feet, not wanting to meet your eyes.

He felt weak, not being able to give you anything you've ever wanted.

All he ever wanted to do was make you happy but Mr Big lots beat him to it.

"Tex.. Are you..jealous?" You smiled slightly.

His face turned a harsh red.

"No- Im not. I'm just..." He couldn't finish his own sentence.

"Texas." You said, throwing your arms around his neck.

His face is close to a red light.

"Has anyone ever told you about my little Crush on you?" You ask, smirking as you ran your hands through his hair.

"What?" He question, very shocked at your words.

"Texas McCormick. You are everything a lady could ever want. You're sweet, handsome. And I hope you know, that I have no interest what so ever in him." You said, finishing your sentence by pressing a kiss to him lips, which he kisses back immediately.

[settle-down-frohike]

So today was a rereading mood; and I dropped in to say that not only are your fics inspirational, but they-- no joke-- make me loop reread: meaning, I'll start a paragraph, make it a sentence in, and loop back to reread it again because I love it so much. Stunning work.

I have no favorites but I cannot live without these: Sensory Integration, for the WIP prompt: hospital, Magneticus (which was my first of your work and, quite literally, influenced how I viewed Mulder forever as a character), “Welcome to fatherhood.” prompt?, this My Struggle III headcanon, MSR+the desert, 120 for the drabble prompt, Luctus, 5 Pt. AU Prompt Chapter 2 (Mulder gets cancer), and this AU about Will being in the backseat during the Revival years that isn't yours but I have saved from your link. :DDDDDDDDDDDDD

I'm yeeting confetti and going ham over these fics; and it's only fair to send out invites or party favors when a person throws a bash. ;)))

Um.

Wow. I’m not even sure if my response to this will be coherent because it has thrown me to that extent. I know you to be pretty incredible meta observer..so the idea that any of my ramblings have influenced you in such a way as to have formed them at all is…lol. What!?! What even. My thoughts are absolutely subjective and probably? Maybe? Not incredibly popular but they are my own, authentically 100%. I use…used…writing as a way of healing the sore spots, if you will, that I had over watching and rewatching the show over 30 years. So many questions. Undeveloped character theory I guess. Also a way of filling in plot gaps that my psyche physically needed. I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed them. I’m so humbled that they’ve inspired you? maybe? I miss writing. I hope to get back to it someday. The story of Mulder and Scully and its pieces, its eventual, hopeful resolution, is so incredibly important to me in a way that is almost tantamount to my mental health. That sounds pathetic 😂. But its a truth of mine. Not one I share lightly. I love them -and their story-deeply. Anything you’ve read of mine was something I needed to read. And so I wrote. And if it’s done something for you as well on this insanely and uniquely phile-relatable journey of being a TXF fan, then truly, I am humbled. Magneticus. Its funny you mention that one. The scene in Pusher where Mulder is kneeling in front of Scully inspired that one. His grin. Thats one that I can trace back the source for you. Writing is funny that way. Odd little moments blooming into theory. Luctus is still my longest fic to date (I’m a drabble queen) and quite possibly my favorite or first runner up. I needed that one. For my own mental rest. In any case, thank you eternally for this ask. I cannot express it adequately. To have somehow contributed in a meaningful way to this fandom, to its thoughts and ideas, means so much to me.

Side note: thanks to your post I am looking forward to rewatching and gobbling up Lazarus tomorrow, from one meta lover to another. ❤️

[actualbird]

I like your analysis(es?) so much hh, and apparently my brainworm of the day is the NXX crew getting a flowering cactus called Karla, for some reason. It’s a therapy cactus XD. No other thoughts. - Book

thank you, Book!!! and also wait no get back here and tell me more

KARLA!!! KARLA!!! oh i love her already but please understand that i have so many questions and all those questions have accompanying THOUGHTS oh gosh okay let me just hm wordbarf both those things very messily, you know how i do things

what kind of flowering cactus?

there are so many, afterall.

given that vyn is into botany and gardening, i assume he would have a lot of opinions on this.

actually, ive met a lot of botany hobbyists in my life, and the snobbier ones among them actually HATE cacti (and succulents). theyd say stuff like "oh cacti are the in thing with the millenials these days, theyre the plant people get when they dont know anything about plants."

WOULD VYN BE LIKE THAT, LMAO????? he seems like the type to at least THINK IT.

but also deep down i assume vyn is like "a plant is a plant is a plant" bc among the sweeter botany hobbyists ive met, theyve got this notion that "as long as you help it grow strong through the challenges, u did a good job" WHICH....MAKES ME THINK....VYN THINGS....vyn is not going to admit it, he will never admit it, but hm. what a strange plant. shaped to protect itself yet in need of care all the same.....

ANYWAY if anybody is getting a premeditated-bought cactus for the HXX HQ, you bet that vyn will, one way or another, have some kind of say in what the cactus will be. if it isnt premeditated-bought, he'll definitely have many things to say about the cactus' future care

or does the cactus just kind of appear there? is it brought into the NXX HQ in the dead of the night like jesus in the manger? if that's the case, who brought it?

i think it would be artem. or, well, i think it would be FUNNIEST/PATHETIC-EST if it was artem.

let's just say that a non-NXX and non-MC person decides eyyy, artem, got u a gift, it's a cactus! haha, get it! bc ur a prickly unapproachable dude! and artem is like ".........." BUT LIKE IT'S RUDE NOT TO ACCEPT A GIFT EVEN WITH THE BACKHANDED CRITICISM OF HIS GENERAL STATE OF BEING

so he takes the cactus and like leaves it at NXX HQ because if he brings it to his apartment hes going to get vaguely annoyed by the cactus and what it supposedly represents and he'd want to set it on fire

(sidenote: cacti do not burn well, by the way, ive set some on fire for cacti funerals and sigh, you have to put gasoline on them for a good burn)

anyway he brings the cactus there, leaves it vaguely hoping that the air conditioning will like, kill it (cacti live in the desert, right? so cold...bad?) and then somebody else will go "where the fuck did this dead cactus come from, can we throw it away" and then artem can throw it away (ALONG WITH THE REST OF HIS EMOTIONS. artem...GET HELP....)

but that doesnt happen because get fucked, artem wing

who names it Karla?

naming a plant most often comes from somebody who has gotten VERY ATTACHED TO THAT PLANT. i first thought hmmm maybe it's luke, but then i remembered that luke has this HILARIOUS tendency of making comments about eating MANY ORGANISMS HE COMES ACROSS (ssr shape of you, he threatens to cook and eat goose, chara story ep 1, hes very happy at eating the cooked crabs for their crab crimes, sr aquarium date forgot the name, hes like let's eat seafood SURROUNDED BY HAPPY ALIVE FISH, luke....what the fuck?) so maybe it's not luke and that leaves...

marius von hagen getting attached to a cactus and naming it is SO FUNNY TO ME but also makes me soft. hes the first one who sees the cactus in HQ and is like "who the fuck left this here?" //big data lab googling what it is. "well good thing it's fine with cold temps wouldve died if not, you cant just leave a thing in a place...with no warning....with no help...thats tough....huh, thats tough, isnt it, cactus?"

am i saying that marius von hagen gets attached to the cactus because it vaguely reminds him of his own life story of being pushed into very stressful circumstances and essentially left to fend for himself? yeah. yeah. because im deranged

"the cactus' name is karla," marius says at the next meeting, spraying the cactus with a mist bottle. "be nice to her or else im biting you."

who declares it a "therapy cactus"? aka who realizes that literally EVERYBODY else on the team is, one way or another, projecting themselves and/or their desires onto the PLANT???

luke. luke does. luke has the habit of dissociating and spiraling at any given moment when he encounters anything even ADJACENTLY related to what hes going through (again, sr aquarium date, luke u were just looking at the jellyfish, WHY R U GETTING DEPRESSED PHILOSOPHICAL OVER LIFESPANS???? SIR, GET HELP.....), so like lol he can clock that shit in from a mile away because hes the worst offender of that too

he doesnt bring it up of course. i mean, im sure he thinks about it because it's just the right kind of shithead move to pull just in case the others try to push him around again but mc gets mad at him when he goes agent scary at the rest of the boys so okaaayyyy he'll retaliate against getting dunked on in a more...civil way. so he doesnt bring it up. he also doesnt bring it up because...

well, if it makes them happy, then it makes him happy. thats all that matters to him

"keep making them all happy, yeah?" luke absentmindedly says to the cactus one day. "i heard you guys can live for a hundred years."

the cactus, of course, does not reply.

mc gets very into taking care of karla. pls expect many conversations where the boys are talking about the "cactus" (theyre talking about themselves) and mc is just like "okay im 90% sure this is a metaphor, you guys aint slick, but i like this cactus very much and thats true whether it's a metaphor or not."

all the boys: //PLEADING EMOJI WITH HEARTS

thanks for making me go insane over a cactus, Book. it's 8am here.

[kkusuka]

december 14th

synopsis: imagine being the object of both Miya twins affection? they’ve know you were theirs from childhood, it just took you a damn long time to realize it. 

osamu miya x reader x atsumu miya 

(i have no idea what this is or where it came from) 

just your normal childhood bestfriends turned obsessive bastards kind of fic! 

THIS GETS KINDA DARK, READ AT YOUR OWN TERM

SEVERE MANIPULATION ‼️‼️

and an overuse of crossed out text. (clarification at the bottom for anyone who is confused) 

is this angsty?  

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you had entered their life in a whirlwind of childhood laughter. it must’ve been hard for you to move all the way from Tokyo to boring ‘ole Hyogo. moved strait to them. but you seemed to love everything about your new environment, and things over there seemed to like you right back. it was bright and sunny and everyone had funny accents!

everyone was so nice, especially the twin boys from the house across the street. the second day you arrived in the town they had shown up on your doorstep and invited you to practice some volleyball with them, but you assume that is was because their mother forced them too. from the way they had laughed when you had taken one of atsumu’s sets right to the face or how osamu didn’t bother speaking to you until you had hit a spike, you were under the clear impression that they did not like you. don’t think that, they love you, they always ask to go over y’know?

 that was until the first day of your new middle school when you heard all about how the miya twins had a cool new neighbor from tokyo. apparently they had been blasting it through the school, and they didn’t hate you as much as you though. turns out you also walked the same way home at the same time, you with a club you were trying to join and them with volleyball practice, so you ah the chance to get info strait form the source. they would tell you anything if you asked, all you needed to do was keep talking to them. 

that walk home was where atsumu declared that they were simply testing you and seeing if you could truly be friends with them. or, as horrific as they made it sound,  you were a girly-girl who was scared to get dirty. luckily you were a fair mix of the descriptions and form then on they were your self-proclaimed protectors. now and forever, they promised. 

the rest of your middle school days wee filled with mindless banter about how cool aran-kun was and how atsumu was going to make it to the Olympics, no matter what. and he declared that you were coming with him. of course not after osamu chimes in about how your going to go with him, to achieve whatever food related path he treaded. 

graduating middle school was the beginning of a new chapter in you and the twins. You had helped them dye their hair and they made sure that absolutely no boys, other then them, were near you. (with the exception of the team and a few of their closest friends) not that anyone who did get too close to you ever did again. now the you were official high-schoolers your parents became more then aware of your close relationship with the twins. the late movie night sleepovers were moved into a more open space where your mother could spy on what you were doing “just in case.” you were also increasingly aware of how the twins had grown. 

they were no longer the small and twiggy boys who had made you play volleyball with them every Sunday. and they noticed that you weren’t that same small girl that would hold things above their head for that short span of time you were actually taller than them. they liked being taller than you, it made them feel powerful.  first year was full of atsumu’s gloating about the all Japan training camp and his new best friend Omi-chan (which did hurt your feelings that you were replaced, but he assured you that you were in fact he favorite living thing on the planet)  and osamu’s grimaces, having to listen to his brother. 

the end of first year was when you truly realized how popular your two best friends had gotten. girls would leave things in their lockers almost daily and the two would take the gifts with great pride. looking back they never did get into a real relationship with anyone.  

it was September of second year that everything took a turn. you had begun to date a boy form the class below, Takehiro. they hated him, you were leaving them, you cant leave them. you had noticed their obvious distaste of the boy, and takehiro seemed not to like them right back. the relationship lasted about a month before he began to try and convince you that the twins were bad for you, and that you should try and move away from them. no, you can’t do that. get rid of him he was bad for you. listen to them. what kind of boyfriend doesn't let his girlfriends have other fiends? thats a bad sign, y/n. 

and with that it was just you and the twins again. as it should be. it was great, you had all of your fun and the twins became themselves once more. one month and 17 days until a point of no return you’ve never thought you’d have to cross. there was no need, it should have happen sooner if anything. 

december 14th, second year. outside the school gates

5:26pm

“look, y/n, i-i, really like you and i was just wondering if-” the poor boy didn't even get to finish his sad confession. two warm bodies were already next to you and glowering at the poor pathetic boy. 

“were, ya sayn’ somthin’?” atsumu. 

“yea, sorry we interrupted.” osamu. 

your wonderful protectors, they would help you out of this mess like always. this guy won't be having any of you. you belonged to them. 

“we jus’ happen to notice-” 

“that ya we talkin’ to our girl, y’know, had to come check it out”

you usually found comfort in them finishing the other sentences, but now it seemed to awaken something more sinister in the twins. you just didn’t see it last time with poor takehiro.  you could hear the venom and possessiveness coming from their words. but all that was drowned out by atsumu pulling you into his arms. how it should have always been, let it happen, don't fight. 

‘yer ours, remember that, no stupid boy is ever going to have you-”

“the only people who will ever have yer is us, understood?” 

you’re theirs, always have been, you knew it, they know you know it. you were just not looking for it hard enough. 

yes you did, somehow you had seen this coming all along and just didn't want to acknowledge it, but no it seems as if you had to face the two faced monster, you pprotecters, this is all for you, that was hiding since you moved to the small town in hyogo. home, your home.

two sets of hands grabbed at you guided you back into the house that was across the street. home home home

“it’s ok if you don’t know it now, we have all the time in the world to show you” 

they were your home from the minute you opened the door on the second day in the town. you just took too long and they had to rush a bit. no worries they have the rest of their lives to show you what home really is. 

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(just a little briefing bc when i originally posted this on my old account there was some confusion, the crossed out text is the twins and as the amount of split text increases so does the amount of control the twins have over you, thats why there is so much and why it gets more frequent towards the end. than you <33)

[argelladurrandaun]

Lol jonsas came up with the most laughable crack of crack wish that arya will somehow kill dany because they hate the fact that arya and dany stans get along. So they want to turn them against each other 😂. Which is only something derangerd jonsas would do.

Its so convenient for them that it would kill two birds with one stone. Dany will die and arya will go travelling. Jonsas problems solved. Its so fucking pathetic. But funny how they agree that the only way sansa could become relevant 'queen' is if both dany and arya are either dead or gone. Also the only way jon would ever give her any time of the day is if arya and dany are no longer in the picture. So they agree that arya and dany are superior to sansa. Otherwise why would they so vehemantly wish for their death?

This 'theory' has absolutely no rhyme or reason to it. Why does it sound like ramblings of jealous karens threatened by these two powerful female characters? possibly becoming friends?

The funniest part is they never give a reason 'why' arya would possibly want to kill dany? Especially given that dany is a person arya would admire . And want to be like, actually she is like. Not to mention dany and her dragons is the only thing standing between white walkers and humans. Also Dany is exactly the ruler arya wishes to see.

They killed the slaves. That did not seem right to her. They should have killed the masters.

Dany is doing exactly that.

They are both the Noble pricesses and the only nobles who care for the oppressed slaves and smallfolk. And wants to do something for them. When all other nobles only care for themselves.

Dany and arya think the same way. Their morals, ethics and value system is the same.

“Woman?” She chuckled. “Is that meant to insult me? (dany)

+

The woman is important too. (arya)

Also their nature is very similar . They both have a quirky fun loving pesonality. And they both 'willful' girls. Their femininity is different from the stoic staight faced femininity decteted by the society. Thats why they would both understand each other. And if they meet they have great chances of becoming friends.

Im sure i am forgetting a thousand other similarities but my point is, thats why the same people who stan arya also stan dany. And the same people who stan dany also stan arya. Because they are very similar characters. It has nothing to do with sansa and her stans.

Im sure sansa stans are forgetting that arya and sansa are foils, opposites and have a very different and opposing views and opinions of people. So if sansa doesn't like dany only means that arya would absolutely love her. And so would jon since he and dany are also very similar. I don't believe that fanfiction of an ending which is an insult to dany and jons character.

Also arya is not sansas servant and neither are jon and brienne. A/c to jonsas arya has to be on sansas side because they are 'sisters', no matter sansas behaviour. (also notice how their pathetic 'fav' cant even kill her own 'supposed' enemies herself and for arya thats all they reduce her character to be, killing, specially sansas enemies, yikes and then they claim to lOvE arya, and claim that they don't hate dany only want her dead, sure jan) Only thats not the case for asoiaf. In which its very clear family can be toxic too. And its not necessary that family always have your best interest. And thats definitely not the case for sansa and arya who has always been antagonistic towards each other.

Arya always takes the side of what is right. Even if that means going against her sister. Which has happened before many times. Including the trident incident where arya decided to be on mycas side and not her sisters. Arya has a mind of her own. And she always takes her own decisions. Jon has a mind of his own. So no arya or jon wont kill dany just because sansa doesn't like her or sansa asked them to.

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Time Is Tickling

Request from @duckymcdoorknob

Fandom: Hamilton

Prompt: Laughing in French

Hope you enjoy!

Lafayette loved to wreck people.

He was a natural at tickling, his favourite victims being Hamilton and Herc. Every time Hamilton said something that could be interpreted as ‘dumb’  or ‘grumpy’, Laf turned to the magic of his fingers to make him withdraw his statement. Most of the time, Lafayette wouldn’t even have to touch Hamilton, as his smirk and threatening wiggling fingers were enough to get Hamilton giggling sheepishly and surrendering. It wasn’t as easy with his boyfriend Herc, as he wasn’t as squirmishly ticklish, but a well aimed poke to his belly meant the end for him. 

And you may be wondering where he got these ler skills from. After all, he was an immigrant, gay revolutionary who spoke English as his second language, you would think he had more important things to worry about. 

Well, his fingers were a big part of it. They were long and skinny and were capable of both light traces and firm touches. But that wasn’t all. 

Another big part of it was an experience that took place in his earliest days with the Hamilsquad. This was back when he wasn’t yet the best at English. He could speak fluently, but still messed up on quite a few words, anarchy being one of them. On that particular day, he was tired and wanted to leave the bar, but a very drunk Hamilton wanted to stay back. 

“Come on”, he’d urged, “Time is tickling”.

The other three men looked at him in confusion, before they burst into laughter. Lafayette, confused, asked them what they were laughing about.

“Ticking”, Laurens said, “The word is ticking”.

Lafayette shrugged, “That's what I said, tickling”.

The group erupted into laughter again, and Lafayette also noticed that in addition to the three men laughing, Hamilton had a strong red coat of blush going from his cheekbones to his neck. 

“Come on guys, what's so funny?”

“You have the wrong word”, Alexander squeeked.

“Wrong word? What wrong word?”.

Hamilton chuckled, “Lafayette, there is a difference between ticking and tick-”

Suddenly, Hamilton stopped speaking. He looked down to the floor, his blush going darker. 

Laurens chuckled, “Oh come on man! Don’t tell me you can’t say tickle!”

And that was when it hit Laf: tickling and ticking. 

“Ohhh”, he said, “Yeah guys, you were right. I meant to say, ‘Time is ticking’“.

But the other men weren’t focused on him now. Instead, they were cooing at Alexander.

“Wow, you can’t even say the word?”

“Shut Up”.

“I’ll make you shut up!”.

That was when Laurens tackled Hamilton over and started wrecking him. It was a gorgeous sight to Laf; two men, laughing together, rolling around, play fighting. It than occurred to Lafayette that he hadn’t seen anybody be wrecked since he was a young child. At that moment, Lafayette took an immediate interest in tickling. After weeks and weeks of watching and observing Hamilton being wrecked by Laurens, he gathered all of the knowledge he needed to be a good ler himself. When he first started joining in with the tickling, it was quite a surprise, but the group got used to it and, after weeks of witnessing his tickling skills, crowned Lafayette the Squad Tickle Monster. That was around the time he started dating Herc. 

And now they were here, at The Place To Be bar, and Lafayette was wrecking Hamilton. 

“Nohohoho stohohohop!”

“Stop? Stop what?”

Hamilton practically screamed, his laughter bucking up as Lafayette dug into his hip bones. 

“Okay”, Laurens said, intervening, “Thats enough. I’d rather have a living boyfriend than a dead one”. 

Lafayette chuckled, “Fine, but that remark was pathetic”.

Hercules kissed Laf’s cheek, “I know your my boyfriend Laffy, but sometimes I think you can be a little too mean to my friends”.

“Pffft, mean? Hamilton was practically asking for it, we all know how much he loooves being tickled”.

Hamilton winced softly. Laurens wrapped an arm around his boyf. “Relax Hamilton, I’ll protect you from this evil man”, he said, gesturing to Lafayette.

“You think you have it bad, I’m his boyfriend. I’m not even that ticklish, and yet he still manages to tear me to pieces every morning!”, Herc stated.

Lafayette laughed cockily, “Well, what are you gonna do about it huh?”

The men pondered this for a moment. They all knew that Laf wasn’t ticklish, unless....

“Lafayette, have you got any secret tickle spots we haven’t tried?”, Laurens asked inocently.

“Well”, Herc said, “Iv’e gone for all of the commonly ticklish places: The feet, the armpits, the belly, the neck”.

“Have you tried his knees?”, Hamilton asked. Lafayette snickered, he knew that that was one of Alex’s worst spots.

Laurens turned to Herc, “Based on that reaction, I don’t think he’s ticklish there”.

“Hold up a second”, Herc said, before gently nudging Laf to the floor and sitting on his stomach, pinning him, “I wanna try this”.

Herc started gently squeezing Lafayette’s knees. 

And that was when he felt it.

An electric current, traveling from his knees to his whole body, urging his mouth to let out a shriek of laughter. It couldn’t be....was he actually ticklish?

He barked out a laugh, not being able to say anything. He hadn’t felt this feeling since he was little, he’s almost forgotten how bubbly yet unbearable it was.

Hercules’ eyes widened, stopping the squeeze, “No way! Could it be, my evil tickle monster boyfriend is ticklish?”

Lafayette could hardly believe it himself. He suddenly regretted all his cockiness and sassiness from earlier. He looked around the room to see that everyone was smirking cheekily. Uh-oh. 

“Well, well, well”, Alexander said, crouching down beside Herc, “It’s about time you got a taste of your own medicine!”.

At that moment, he felt two sets of hands squeezing a and tickling his upper legs and knees. He couldn’t help but collapse into loud, hearty laughter. 

“Boy, looks like the tables have turned on you Gilly!”, Hamilton remarked, drilling his thumbs into his hips, mimicking Laf’s actions from earlier. This caused the man to double over in laughter, squirming harder and cackling louder.

“NOHOHOHO!”

“What is it little Laf? Can you not take what you dish out?”.

Since when was Hamilton such a tease!

Laurens walked over to the other three, whipping out his phone and taking pictures.

“No!”, Lafayette cried, squealing as Herc got a perfectly aimed poke to his thigh, “Do not post those!”. 

“Sorry”, Laurens said, “It’s already on the group chat. Breaking news: the worlds greatest tickler is ticklish himself!”. 

This caused the three men to laugh, giving them less energy to precisely aim the tickles, causing them to stop. 

Lafayette panted, though Herc didn’t move a muscle. 

The three men looked down at him evilly once again. Hercules leaned down and kissed his cheek, “Your adorable baby”.

This made Laf blush. 

“Who wouldv’e known!”, Laurens remarked, “He even laughs in French!”

The three men laughed. Lafayette rolled his eyes, “Shut up”.

“Okay”, Herc said, closing his mouth and letting his fingers talk instead.

“NOHOHOHOHAHAH!”

“There it is, that sweet French laughter”, Hercules teased.

Now, you would think that after this event Lafayette would resign his role as the group tickle monster. However, nothing could be further from the truth. He continued tickling, despite the fact that he got tickled back every time. 

It was obvious: Lafayette enjoyed the receiving end of tickling as much as he enjoyed the giving end. 

[xcodyxfernx]

Incoming long post

I have been here for around five months and in that time I have been constantly bombarded with anons ranging from the obscure to the vile. At certain points I have taken myself away from the group  for mental health breaks as daily hate is not something I have ever had to deal with before. I’m unsure if the person hates Cody or just hates me, but either way they have affect the way I play Cody and who I interact with especially @jonathan-d-groff

As you are all aware Cody and Jon had a fling, both of which have now moved on,( I have clarified with the player that everything between Cody and Jon was ic and they agreed I can post this conversation if required) yet Cody still gets abuse for it every time my anon on, is has got to the point where even interacting with Jon by liking a photo  or replying to a tweet warrants abuse from anon.  When people send gossip in about Cody to the gossip blog it then sets off another stream of hate and when I switch off my anon with Cody, they start sending me hate on Vanessa. That is not what I signed up for. I came here because I wanted to have an enjoyable rp experience. That’s not what it has turned out to be. Whoever the anon is...I cannot fathom why you feel the need to be so offensive. Calling Cody the F word is a slur. Hoping he will die of Aids is gross and uncalled for. I have posted the last six I have received here and I still have around 18 in my inbox which I can create a post of a link to all of them if you want to see them but  they do repeat a lot. The moment you started telling me to kill myself is the moment I decided enough is enough. Here are the last six I have received today. Please be warned they are vile. Pay attention to the last anon and then conversation which was “ accidently sent to me.”

As if that wasn't enough, it seems certain players find it funny to talk about me to other people  behind my back and “accidently” send it to me. 

@brendonisms

Cody has never said he was gay irl. He said he has played a gay man. He has also played a asexual man and he has played a straight man. In real life Cody fern is in a happy relationship with Eric Smith, however he has mentioned that he is in fact pansexual as he doesn't see gender, so “sorry”... your opinion is wrong. He also comments on his friends posts with “bisexual panic” ( I can post the links to that if you would like me too) which is why I asked in my anything else part of my app for him to be bisexual, this way it gives me much more scope of possible ships with male and female characters. I don't think you found it a little confusing, I feel you were talking about behind my back and sent the message to the wrong person and I’m sure I know who it was meant to be sent to so I am calling you out.  At least own your mistake. My name is Kit not she. Since I have been a fan of Cody’s for a long time (since he acted in the last time I saw Richard movie),I know he is a very private person, I know that he finds his female co star from Eden attractive ( he said so on her instagram,  he has never on repeat said he is gay. At his last pride he wore his pansexuality bracelet and when someone asked him about his life he has  explained that he is a fluid person who doesn't like to be categorised. Hope that clears it up for you  and I hope you learn not to talk about people behind their back as its rude.

On that note it is safe to say that there is a undercurrent of ooc drama which is played off as Ic drama and that is something I refuse to take part in. the other group I am in has seen what I have been through and find it disgusting. So I will be going over there now and rping  with people who would rather pull you up then tear you down.  There is a big difference between ic drama and hate and pretending to be ic when you are actually saying things ooc is pretty pathetic. Last thing to say is..  To the lovely people such as @efronzda and @madz-petschtt and others who I have enjoyed rping with, I do have a a personal tumblr account here if you ever need me :)  thats it. People called out for being fake and anons being shown the door all thats left for me to say is

P.s there was also an anon which stated that @jonathan-d-groff​ and @brendonisms​ were going to make me quit. fyi you didn't make  me quit, I just found somewhere better. I could have said a lot more but this is a hell of a lot. BYE! 

[sery-chan-13]

If you’re ok with it getting real dark-

Niragi and/or Last Boss reaction to…

Their gf attempting suicide

Ahahahaha-

I shouldn't laugh, but I have ✨Personal Experience✨ with this. Both ways. So... I can joke about my trauma(I'm laughing at my own trauma because I have unhealthy coping mechanisms. This is most certainly not a funny topic at all, nor am I trying to make mental health a joke for the fun of it. Neither am I making fun of people with the same trauma. Just of my own experience)

Also, how about I do you one better and sprinkle some poly relationship dust on this (totally not me being too lazy to write two scenarios)

A very big TW for this scenario if you didn't guess. This deal with talk of suicide, past trauma, scars, self harm, blood

If you decide not to read this because it could trigger you or makes you uncomfy, that's totally ok! Do what makes you comfortable. I know this type of writing isn't for everyone, and that's ok.

Niragi and Last Boss's night was going by slowly. They had finished their game, and now had to wait for the remainder of players to finish. It was good they had each other to spend the time with.

Getting back to the beach, there was nothing more that they wanted to do than go to your shared room, and hold each other and you for the rest of the night.

They walked up quickly to your shared room, expecting you to be on the bed waiting for them, or sleeping.

How they wished thats how they found you.

They looked around, not seeing you anywhere in the room. Last Boss noticed the bathroom light was on. He knocked, and got no response. Niragi came over, and knocked as well. Still no response. "(Y/N)? We're coming in," Last Boss said, going to open the door. It was locked. That made Niragi a bit panicked. He knew you never locked the door. Ever. This felt familiar to him. He did that once. "Taka, find a screwdriver or some flat object. That's how we'll open the door," Niragi explained, a shaky tone in his voice. Last Boss noted this, and nodded.

When the door finally got opened, Niragi was the one to swing it open.

You were in the bathroom.

On the floor in a pool of your own blood. Gashes and cuts decorated your arms as the dark red liquid seeped from your wounds, staining your skin, dripping onto the floor. Tears had stained your cheeks, and your eyes were closed. Niragi felt sick. Last Boss's eyes widened at the sight, and he rushed over to you. Niragi was frozen in panic and shock. You were losing so much blood, and how much blood you had already lost. He refused to lose you. He couldn't. Last boss picked you up gently, telling Niragi to follow, both of them quickly running down to Ann with you.

Niragi watched nervously as Ann bandaged you up, cleaning your cuts, and making sure you were alright. Last Boss grabbed his hand, giving it a kiss, as a way to say 'she'll be alright.' It comforted Niragi a bit.

Theye stayed there for hours. Niragi didn't care that he was tired, and Last Boss disnt care that his clothes had blood on them. Even if it was your blood. He wasn't leaving for a second. Not until he was sure you were ok. They only cared about whether or not you woke up.

It was late at night when you had finally woken up. About 3 in the morning. Last Biss heard you groan, and quickly ran over to your bed, Niragi following quickly behind. "(Y/N)! You're alright, thank gods, what happened to you? Who did this to you? I swear I'll k-" Niragi stopped, noticing your eyes fill with tears. He cupped your face, gently making you look up to him. "What's wrong baby?" He asked. "I'm sorry! I... I didn't mean to worry you I'm sorry I did this I'm sorry," you said, your voice cracking. His eyes widened, and he hugged you tightly. Last Boss hugged both of you, letting you get your feelings out. You sobbed out apologies, and they only told you to never apologize for anything like that.

"Baby, look at me," Niragi whispered, leaning his forehead on yours. You sniffled, and looked at him. "Don't do this to yourself... I know how you feel, alright? It's not going to help you. I'll help you get better, I promise, I just can't loose you. I can't. You mean so much to me (Y/N). You don't understand how much I love you. How much we need you. We both love you, please don't leave us," Niragi basically begged, his eyes filling with tears. Something you'd never seen. Last Boss was next to you both, and turned both of you to face him. "(Y/N)... why didn't you tell us you were feeling like this? You know we wouldn't judge you right? Do... do we not make you happy?"last boss asked. He immediately regretted what he said, quietly apologizing for it. You shook your head. " ''s alright. You do make me happy. Really happy... and I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to worry you. I know... I know Niragi has dealt with similar things and... I didn't want to bring up negative memories for him. I was embarrassed... that even though I have two amazing people who loved me... I wanted to hurt myself. That I'm perceived as a strong woman, and here I was feeling p-pathetic all this time. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," you explained. They looked at each other, and nodded. They took you back to your room, immediately taking you to bed.

One of them on each side of you, hugging you tightly, being careful with your bandages. "You don't have to be embarrassed. Everyone needs help. Even the strongest, got it? We are going to help you get better. From now until however long it takes. Baby steps until you're ok again. You're going to be ok," Last Boss whispered, kissing your forehead. "Yeah, we'll help you even if it takes forever. We love you (Y/N)..."

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[spamton-g-spamton-moved]

For the oc ask meme, for Basil; (if it's too much feel free to skip the least interesting ones!)

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into “flight” or “fight”?

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

🌙 MOON - what is your oc’s greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what’s different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

OK im gonna finally answer this. les go

💥 i def think he would struggle with......acceptance? is that an emotion? i think it would be really hard for him at this point to even so much as acknowledge he was once a normal human being. *slaps him on the shoulder* this creature can fit so many repressed memories and feelings in it

😨 if the fact he ran off to the woods after realizing what he did to himself isnt proof enough of flight idk what is KFHDJDDK. even with his newfound overpowered plant abilities, he goes out of his way to avoid confrontation.

💐 had to do this one for the theming alone. first would prob be hydrangea......its not only my personal fav flower but it has a double meaning i feel fits him: it expresses both gratitude for understanding, and i def think someone being fully understanding of his actions would mean the world to him; and frigidity/heartlessness, which just perfectly encapsulates how he is and can't help being during the colder months (plus the debatable ethics of his experiments could also fall under this). next would be queen anne's lace, which signifies a sanctuary of sorts as well as complexity - him finding sanctuary away from the rest of the world, as well as his own complex feelings about it. then finally uhhhhh pansy, because 1. it signifies remembrance (of the family and friends he left behind in this case), and 2. it was his mom's favorite and because of this he uses it in one of his hybrid experiments :)

🌙 i dont think he rlly has one any deeper than to not be found by the syndicate he used to work for. he misses some of his coworkers, sure, but nothing's worth the risk of becoming just another specimen to the rest of the facility.

🍃 ofc!! plants r his fav thing in the whole world. he loves to fill notebooks with drawings and notes and diagrams of them 💚

🌌 first thing i decided was that he was definitely a mad scientist of some sort. i was super into reading scp articles at the time and was really interested in recurring characters like dr. bright and dr. clef (and scp-3001 inspired the lonely aspect of his current state, its a depressing but wonderful read); and i had also recently discovered sleepykinq (now known as twisted-doctor) and was really inspired by his character, mystery, as well as his overall art style. (sadly i can no longer endorse this artist as he was recently outed to have made a lot of gross racist comments :/)

🎭 oh he's def a mixed bag of presentations. hes kinda socially awkward and Very Autistic and will either take things at total face value or overthink a deeper meaning, and its only intensified when interacting with strangers. he doesnt know what to expect of people unless hes known them for a long time, so he only truly seems calm and doesnt have a lot of filter when around close friends or family. its funny bcus even people close to him rarely know what to expect of him. also the intensity of certain emotions depends on the season so thats gonna affect some things too. (be wary of approaching him in the winter he will either be a sad pathetic scrungly or a feral beast with no in between)

[futurewriter2000]

Love Hurts - pt. 4

A/N: I don’t even know where I’m taking this... but kinda do. 

XX

It was the last preparation for the ball. Today was the day that all of the students went through the dances all in one class. 

The first was Quadrille and you weren’t really excited about it, however, you did want it to be over as soon as possible. 

Since that night- that walk you thought you could never look Fred in the eyes ever again. He didn’t know how much he truly influenced on you. He didn’t know, not even a tiny bit that all his words hurt. He wasn’t apologising to you, he was trying to excuse himself for his words. 

You glared at him, he glared back at you. 

He was furious with you as well. The whole walk, the whole talk, it was useless when you refused to understand and listen to what he truly had to say. Why couldn’t you just forgive him for this? The moment the two you stepped outside, the air, the energy, it was more than nice- it was comfortable and safe, homey even...

‘ -- The two of you walked through the portrait hole and started walking around the castle in your own, comfortable clothes. He apparently had a style of beige, light coloured clothes and you wore a bit dark coloured clothes today, navy blue sweatpants and black hoodie. 

It was the kind of slow walk. He swung his legs in large steps and you hugged yourself because there was a slight breeze in the air. 

He observed you at first. Your hair were in two dutch braids and they shone nicely on the moonlight. You were looking down on the ground, not really knowing how to start anything, so you waited for him to start. 

“Are you cold?” he asked as he saw you tugging on the hoodie. 

“A little.” you shrugged, looking up at him. 

“I would give you a jacket... if I had one.” he smiled, opening his arms and showing you he only had a long sleeved shirt on. 

“I’d take the shirt if offered.” you grinned coyly at him.

“Well I don’t have anything underneath so-” he stopped as he started to realise your unpure intentions. He let out a laugh. “Smooth.” he lowered his head and shook it, then let the silence take over as he continued to look at you. Your nose, your chin, your baby hair on the side of your head poking out. “You calmed down since the whole steps turning into a slide thing.” 

You looked at him and smiled, just enough to light that one sparkle in your eyes. “Well, it’s a lovely night... and you’re more quiet that usual.”

He let out another laugh. “Is that good?”

“That’s fantastic.”

“So you’d walk with me but not listen to me?” 

“You seem to say all the wrong things but you did want to talk so here I am, listening.” 

He opened his mouth to say something but closed them just as soon. “Oh.” he managed to let out. “Well... don’t hate me- again but I meant what I said back then. You are barmy in the head”

“Wow thanks a lot, Fredrick.” your tone got a bit colder and your brows furrowed, sparkle disappearing and causing him speak bluntly on.

“Fredrick? - No no no no wait. That’s good. I like you when you're a bit crazy.” he smiled. “The way you laugh and smile and be all quirky. I like you like that. You’re adorable when you start jumping when you’re excited and giggle when you see something pretty- even if it’s an autumn leaf-”

“But thats not how you meant it back then did you?” you stopped and turned around sharply. You stared at him, not angrily but sadly. “Nobody likes to be called barmy in the head behind their back. You make me sound like I belong into a looney house, you asshat.”

“You’re not listening to me!”

“I am, Fred!” you shouted back, eyes only becoming more hollow and dropping their shape along with your lips. “I fancied you. You knew that because I flirted with you constantly and with you I sort hoped that being my quirky-self; funny and smiling all the time and- and laughing, flirting and doing all the shit you like that maybe, just maybe you would like me back but instead of linking me back for being a bit of crackhead, you call me barmy to the head and not in a good way- not how you said it back then. You said it as if me and you were like the grossest pair to be-”

“But that’s not what I meant at all!” he shouted over you. “You’re adorable and smart and funny and any guy would be lucky to have you but-”

“- not you, right?” you finished before he could. 

“Not me.” he repeated after you.

“I would have got that if you had just told me.” you said, looking him in the eyes that looked away from you. “If you told me that directly back then, we would still be friends right now, nothing would have changed but that day- that day I couldn’t look myself in the mirror. I was so pissed at you and I was ranting to my friends for 2 freaking hours about how I did not deserve you and then I collapsed and cried another two hours about how could you have think that I am that awful and crazy and just say that no guy would ever want me and you said all because you George teased you with me.” you seemed to pour it all out and he only stared. “I get it. You have a reputation-”

“No. Don’t say that!” He pointed his finger at you angrily, raising his tone.

“It’s all of what this is about Fred! You don’t want your popular reputation to be ruined!”

“You don’t even know me! My reputation would be the last thing I cared about!”

“I do know you, you arse! Because I listen to you when you talk to me, what you say, what you joke about but not really- the little things matter!”

“That’s not my fault if you were interested in me and I wasn’t interested in you!”

“Do you even hear yourself!”

“Yes and I also hear you and you’re being a dramatic, whiny, sensitive little girl who can’t take rejection!” he seemed to speak from his temper, not even processing the words he is spilling out. 

You stormed to him and pressed your finger at his chest, fire burning in your eyes as you looked up at him from bellow. You glared, he glared. “You, Fredrick-” you said slowly and he grabbed your finger and pulled you so close your noses were almost touching. The tension grew, the space between the two of you heated up and you felt yourself glaring into his soul, not his eyes. Your heart was pounding in your chest but so was his and both of you knew that was frustration to each other.

“Me, Fred.” he corrected you “Don’t call me-”

“Fredrick.” you repeated yourself with a smirk and he grit his teeth, forcing a smile as he looked up at the ceiling then throwing his head back down and gently bumping his nose onto yours. He felt his body freeze and melt but you kept yourself pressed on him and glaring at him angrily? 

He couldn’t believe where his thoughts went after he found himself so close to you, holding you with such frustration and that frustration changed from an anger to lust. 

“When you decide what you wanna be with me, Fredrick-” you spit the name out with extreme force in your tone “- if you want friends or enemies. Let me know because right now I feel like you’re trying to be one but becoming the other.” you pulled yourself away forcefully and it was as if the cold air washed both of you like a freezing cold shower. Both of your cheeks were red, whether from blushing or from pure fury, nobody will ever know but he was glaring and so were you. 

“You really think that I will fall on my knees and crawl after you just so we can be friends. You’re the one who can’t move on, princess.” he didn’t budge, not a muscle.  “You’re the  one in love with me.”

You let out an unbelievable scoff. “First of all you one were one pathetic, stupid mistake of a crush that if I ever would fall in love with you, I’d go live with the Trolls. You’re poor and egoistic, don’t let me start on your poor ambitions.” you started to goad, clearly not seeing your own limits with words. 

“Stop-”

“What Fredrick? Hurt you the way you hurt me? With words.”

“You’re not like that. You’re not mean, you’re just saying it but don’t really mean it.”

“No!” you became more angry than intending to. “What I didn’t realise before was that your personality was just as shitty as your looks! Now, here I thought there was this tall, handsome Gryffindor who loves to laugh and help people but in reality you pull pranks on people like a child because mommie and daddie never paid much attention to you and your brother-”

“Don’t bring my family into this!” he started to get furious. “You Mudblood-” he slapped his mouth and widened his eyes as you widened yours. 

The two of you stood there in pure silence, watching each other with shock and the two of you didn’t know which one was worse than the other. 

Soulmates weren’t supposed to make each other hurt like this... feel like this... 

You looked away at your own realisation, than back up to glare at him. You started moving towards him but just before you passed him, you stopped and turned your head just a bit to the side. “You chose us to be enemies.” you said before a tear fell down your cheek but before he could see it, you were already storming back up. ---’

“What are you doing?” Anis asked with a worried expression. 

You looked up at him and realised where your thoughts had taken you. “Ugh.” you forced a smile. “Just- want to get this over with. Feeling a bit under the weather today.” 

He walked with you to your Quadrille pair and put a smile on his face. “Well, it’s our last one and it’s a short practice before I can see you in a lovely dress.” he looked down at you and sent you a flirty wink. 

You rolled your eyes but smiled at it just before you were faced with two brown eyes glaring, not at you but at him. He heard it, he saw the looks and the reaction and he glared not at you but at him. 

You took your position, he took his. He forced a smile on his face, said: “Princess.”

“Fredrick.” you mirrored his expression before his forced smile turned into a full, offended frown. 

“I see the two of you haven’t made amends.” Angelina said from the side and the two of you ignored her, glaring at each other. 

“Jel je sve uredu?” Anis asked, looking at you with another worried expression. 

“Nije.” you answered without taking a look at him. 

Anis looked at Fred, then back at you, then at Angelina who stood in front of him. She shrugged and he did as well. They both gave each other comforting looks as you and Fred only mirrored each other. 

The dance started and you all moved together, you and Fred never much in sync as the two of you were before any of this happened. When he had to take a hold of you to take you in a round, you started to get uncomfortable and unsteady. 

“Stop it.” he mumbled and you shot him a glare. 

He was already tired from glaring back at you, so he softened his expression and sighed. “Just, (y/n), please just forgive me for today and when the dance comes.” he stopped but kept his hands on you. “I don’t want to ruin this for Angie or Anis or you. Let’s just both forget about our problems with each other for this stupid dance and after you can hate me just as much as you want to.” he looked down than back at you, his eyes pleading. “Please.”

You softened your expression, relaxed the tensed muscles in your body. Your hands fell down onto his and you took a bit more time to contemplate his words. You looked at Anis and Angie twirling around and finding both of them smiling at each other. You looked at Fred again and took a sigh. “Fine- yes. You’re right.” 

“Yeah?” Fred looked at you, this time with more sad expression than a happy or relieved one. 

“We shouldn’t ruin this for them because we’re both bitter towards each other.” 

He let out a laugh and twirled you around as he continued the dance everybody else was at. He swung you on your feet and just before he let you go back to your dance partner. “One more than the other and the other more sorry than the one.” 

You were back in Anis’ arms and he was swinging you, looking deeply into your eyes. “Čao, lepotica.” he spoke low as your eyes were still on the brown ones across the room. He sent you a loving, comforting simper from the other room, the one that made you wonder a bit, think a bit. 

You looked up at those blue ones of your partner and felt all your emotions suddenly disappear. No more tension, no more chemistry, no more love? - No, that’s impossible. 

“Hey, handsome.”

Fred saw you look away first, to those blue eyes and the way you smiled at your partner made his heart sink a bit. It was a constant battle with you. Both of you seem to be more forgiving and conflict resolving in those two seconds of dancing together than taking a long walk with the the intention of resolving and clearing out all the misunderstandings. 

He leaned his head into Angelina’s shoulder and thought; her hands doesn’t feel as right in his than yours do. There is so much more missing with Angelina than with you and all you do when the two of you are together is hurt each other. 

What even are the two of you anymore? If not classmates or housemates, not friends, maybe dance partners- what?

He closed his eyes shut just for a moment before opening them and finding you in his sight, laughing and joking around with your partner. Anis twirled you around, not following the dance steps at all, just dancing with you freely and you let your feet take you as well; back and forth, him spinning you away, then back to his arms and swinging you along with his feet. The dynamic was perfect. He made you smile and laugh, he made that sparkle in your eyes appear so easily that it seemed as if the two of you are perfect for each other. Now he may not be this with Angelina, nor with you but you and Anis might as well be soulmates. 

[feckin-zicons]

that's why i hate larries, i hate them with all my heart. besides being boring they are hypocrites 🙄

Hey nonnie, sorry its taken me so long to reply but if you’re following me you know I’ve been travelling lately and have been more scatterbrained than usual. Not that I’m ever not scatterbrained, but its been just a little crazier than usual!

Now I wouldn’t go as far to say I hate Larries. After all their delusions can be pretty funny sometimes!

Joking aside, I don’t hate Larries, I love Larries, I’m a Larry, so I really hesitate to tarry the whole group with the same brush. However I do strongly agree with you that there are those who are complete hypocrites. Nothing annoys more more than when Larries ™ treat the other boys, other celebrities, their friends and even family as one more side character to the Larry Show.

In particular when Larries ™ flood comment sections asking or in some cases, ordering people to confirm rumors/the couple being together. The absolute fucking disrespect. Not just because they’re flooding comment sections in videos streams, tweets, what have you, that sometimes have nothing to do with the couple in question, but because its presumptuous and rude as fuck to think they’re owed a coming out- just because they’re fans of the boys.

Stop it. Thats fucking ugly as hell.

While I have no doubt all the boys will one day be out (as referenced by their continued efforts in fighting the closet. I don’t get the sense the boys will just stop at being freed from their contractual obligations). It should and will be on their own terms. Provided they’re not forcibly outed some other way.

Coming out is a deeply personal experience and no one, no one ever, has the right to out someone else. I’ll never not be absolutely furious at the Larries ™ who posted about having ‘receipts’ that would out the boys. Which… tbh weren’t receipts at all but thats a whole other story. I’m also still angry at the reactions after Liams Attitude spread that wouldn’t have been as bad if not for the entitled fandom that peddled ridiculous claims beforehand about Liam confirming Larry to be real.

I mean… What the actual fuck. Setting aside the fandom experience of the time, and boy was it an experience. What right would Liam have confirming Louis and Harry’s relationship? I mean, get some perspective? It doesn’t help that a lot of fandom adults were the ones coming up with, and reblogging those theories and the younger fans ate it up. It would have made more sense for Louis and Harry to do it but idk maybe I’m still out of touch for thinking so. I mean, it felt like every other week someone was talking about Larry coming out. It was such a shit storm oh my god.

Biggest issue I still have with them is that the entitled behaviour hasn’t stopped. For some it seems like, Larry coming out is it for them. Like pack it up, goodbye, shows over, Louis and Harry are gay and in a relationship and everything is rainbows, we get to see cute pictures of them and everyone lives happily ever after.

Yeah, no. Coming out, for anyone, is just the beginning, can’t even begin to imagine what its like for them. They’re still going to need everyones support, and it irritates me that for some fans it seems so fucking conditional.

Time and time again, I’ve seen tweets, and posts, and videos, whatever, going on about Larry coming out and it reads like a fucking wattpad story. Not just that but its always on the assumption by the poster, on the off chance they consider the other 3/5ths of the band and Ziam being a possibility, that Larry will come out first?

What?

I’m sorry but, what?

Everything I’ve seen from the boys tells me they’re all in this together, they support each other and are working through the bullshit as a team. We have all seen the No Judgement music video yes? The merch, posts, double speak etc referencing each other, yes?

I mean, I suppose if you only look at Louis and Harry, like so many do, sure. Only Larry matters, everyone else is a side character in their life.

(Lemme just, scream for a second).

However, that kind of thinking leads them to the wrong conclusions. Like… assuming the SBB/RBB countdown was attributed to nothing, when it counted down to Liam finally being free of Sophia. In the years since, I’ve seen Larries ™ backtrack on claiming the bears had anything to do with the boys, that they weren’t behind it at all, or that they were just trolling the fandom.

You know, despite all the proof otherwise, and some really, really good posts breaking down clues about what the boys were trying to tell us. The moment something might not actually be about Louis and Harry its like all their thinking shuts off. Its frustrating. Really fucking frustrating.

Seriously, fans of the other boys as individulas, not just Ziams, have been talking about the stunts too and how they fit together. Its why we tend to be right, because we’re considering the entire group. They’re still a group. They’re not free until all of them are free.

Just for that Nialls coming out first. Lmao. I’ll call it now. Lets go Niall, whens the baby coming. We all wanna know. Its been years.

Imagine, imagine! Acting like coming out is some race to be won. The fucking audacity.

Go outside and touch fucking grass you absoulte ninny.

I get it, you want to be vindicated, you want to be rewarded for putting your faith in two celebrities being together.

Newsflash you dandelionfluff, its not a race, Louis and Harry coming out isn’t a fucking prize. Thats not what supporting a relationship looks like.

Its worse when someone admits they don’t know much about Ziam or the possibility of Niall being LGBT+, and claim they’re open to it, but then immediately tweet or reblog or sub tweet or tag comment a post or answer an ask from another Larry ™ talking about how Larries ™ are the most marginalized and persecuted group.

???

In what fucking world?

IN WHAT FUCKING WORLD?

If we wanna play that game, boohoo, the media claims Louis and Harry aren’t friends anymore because of crazy shippers. Meanwhile Zayn publicly isn’t friend with anyone and “left” the band… despite the Ziam fandom calling the stunt about either Louis or Zayn “leaving” and getting it down to the exact week (the second article coming out a week before about the Ziam kiss pretty much cemented it for Zayn leaving. Which did a lot to fan the flames of the already rabid fanbase when Ziam got two articles confirming a Ziam kiss over the years and Larry got nada. Like that actually means anything).

Not to mention Larries ™ using the hetties and management tactics against the other parts of the fandom to silence them.

Who cares what the media says anyway!  TPTB, 1DHQ, The Sun, The Mirror, Simon and his minions and their unpaid interns have used the media to split the fandom apart and it worked.

Who the fuck cares if the media calls the 1D stans delusional, you know the truth! The truth it out there and you’ve seen it! The truth is coming! Who gives a damn about what some two bit “journo” who failed out of their creative writing course writes? They get worse by the year. If it wasn’t so pathetic and hilarious I might actually feel embarrassed for them. They can’t even come up with new stories and have just taken to copying old articles, but you’re upset with them??? Give it a rest. Honestly.

The sense of disconnect, entitlement and victimhood of some Larries ™ is absolutely ridiculous.

Oh my god they’re Karens. I’m not trying to be insulting, but thats exactly who they remind me of.

I’m not going to say its a surprise to me that so many in the Ziam fandom are POC, LGBT+, and Neurodivergent and any combination of those, but I am going to say I’ve read a lot of Larry fics that just have Het sex made gay. Those in the Ziam fandom just tend to look at facts in a different way than Larries do due to their life experiences. A interfaith, interracial, relationship where one or both partners fall under the Bi umbrella (not saying Louis or Harry can’t be or aren’t Bi+ but rumors, and the way the fandom markets them, puts them firmly in the gay category) looks very, very different than gay or straight relationship. Both looking from outside and being in one. There’s just different dynamics at play that aren’t often realized or understood by the gays and hets.

Its not a bad thing. All relationships are different. The issue is that theres a lot of biphobia/racism/religious prejudice etc that arises from people being unwilling to understand the inherent differences.

Taking myself for example, I’m bi, like, bi as hell, and I don’t understand how gays and hets only like one gender. I just don’t. Can’t wrap my head around it. If someone asks me to choose one gender over the others to prefer I can’t. Its so stressful. My brain goes into panic mode and it feels like I’m being torn apart. My sense of identity is shaken- its a shit feeling. I just can’t lie to myself like that. If other people feel the same well, its no wonder bi+ have such high rates of depression and suicide. Its not about choosing who to like, there is no choice, I just feel attraction to everyone. Aces, I get. Its similar to being the opposite of what I feel, or not feeling an attraction to someone I’m not interested in. Easy. Gays and hets? I’m completely lost on.

Completely, and I know I’m not the only one who feels that way. But that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to try and understand where they’re coming from. Its alien to me, personally, but I’m not going to shut down the fact, that theres a fuck ton of people who only like one gender or try and make up reasons as to why they’re actually bi+

I digress, none of the boys fall neatly into the gay stereotypes, its just that parts of the Larry fandom have boxed Louis and Harry into certain roles to fit preconceived notions (likely do to them initially fitting in better with the white, sassy, somewhat effeminate twink thats been plastered all over Hollywood as their “LGBT+ representation” for years. Gag), they can understand better, and only look for proof to back up their theories but don’t look at things objectively.

They really need to get out more and make some LGBT+ friends that aren’t on the internet and talk to some gay elders. They need educating that’s not the often sanitized and insulting Hollywood version, that’s all I’m saying.

They made Louis and Harry more palatable for themselves and its… really gross.

I don’t know, I don’t get it.

Some Larries ™ turned the boys into their fandom and fanfiction stereotypes when they’re so much more than that. The Sony leaks should have been enough to dissuade the fandom, and prove that the brand sold to the broader audience is just that- a brand, and yet… Niall only talks about food and golf and Ireland and is only allowed to be straight or ace. If he exists at all its just to be Capt Niall. Liams slow and dumb and depending on the day he’s either Capt Liam or a horrific abusive homophobe. Zayns just The Worst, a unstable drug addict, and the boys hate each other, and they should have kicked him out of the band sooner because he never wanted to be part of them anyway, etc.

It drives me absolutely around the bend some days. They’re real people who don’t owe anyone anything, especially not coming out.

Yes, I think they will. But they’re not obligated to. They can change their minds, I’ll support them regardless of an “official” coming out or not.

Look, a part of me gets it. They wanna be right, they wanna prove the haters wrong, they want to be able to say I called it all along! The vindication will be sweet.

But like, it takes a quick look at someone other than Louis and Harry to realize theres something hinky going on with Liam, Zayn and Niall. Please listen to their fans who have spent just as much time as you have looking into Louis and Harry compiling together evidence.

It might take a weekend to watch the ILYSM and pterodactyl bros videos and a few more hours looking into some Niall blogs, which isn’t much compared to the hours I know they’ve spent looking into Larry. At least then they’ll have enough information to form an opinion on things.

I wonder, for some, what would happen if Larry didn’t come out, or didn’t come out first, or one of the other boys was outed against their will. Because… I don’t know. It seems like some would rather just be proven right at this point.

I get it. We’re tired. Its been eleven long years. But this isn’t a television show were everything can come to a head with a s3 or s4 cliff hanger and fixed in the series finale. Its real life, and they started off as boys trusting industry veterans who never had their best interests at heart.

Iduno. I just want some Larries ™ to take a step out of the echo chamber, realize life isn’t The Larry Show & co. And especially. ESPECIALLY, that every instance were someone, friends, family, co-works, industry peeps etc support the boys they are SUPPORTING THE BOYS, NOT THE FANDOM. They are not “confirming Larry for the fans” they’re doing it to support the couple, not to cater to the fandom. Please stop confusing the two. There’s a huge fucking difference. Learn it.