#and 'you're kind of a hypocrite and you go against most of the shit I've learned in my life but i love you'

[hsiiwg]

how tf do i write conflict for my characters????? I already know their goals, motivations, relationships and all that but the original outline for their conflict feels too ooc after i rewrote the story setting and i can't really think of another way to make something similar

This conflict is so fucking important since it starts, like, most of the character development.

[blindmagdalena]

I feel like I'm the only one who didn't like the milk scene and it made me extremely uncomfortable but like not becaues of it being lactation :( I feel like I have no one to talk to about it because eveyrone else really liked it and it makes me feel guilty because every time I try to in spaces people act like they're not allowed to nejoy anything and that I'm ruining their fun :/

hi sweetheart! you're definitely not the only one who didn't like it, but i know what it's like to feel like you have the minority opinion in a fandom. it's rough! and it's isolating. i've gotten several asks like this (both enthusiastic and negative) so i'm just going to use this opportunity to make my stance on the scene known.

i did enjoy the milk scene. i'm also someone who writes a canon rapist frequently committing acts of dub/noncon. i can see where people are seeing a boundary being overstepped, and even though i personally didn't read it that way, i'm not gonna argue with people who did.

that said, say i did view it that way... i think it would be kind of hypocritical of me to hold that specific act against her, especially given the context of the situation.

Homelander and Firecracker are both predators. they're also both traumatized to varying degrees. they're both very much not good people, and that's kind of the whole point. damaged people DON'T make good choices! they engage in dysfunctional relationships. they do bad shit.

i'm personally very interested in the fact that the scene took a distinctly nonsexual turn, and i'm curious how that will play out in their dynamic. Homelander is using (and abusing!) Firecracker just as much as she might be using him. he was stalking towards her with every intention of killing her before she hosed him! regardless of Homelander's past (of which Firecracker is wildly unaware), the power imbalance between them is immense.

let's not forget that Homelander uses and abuses... everyone. routinely. overstepping boundaries is kind of a defining aspect of his personality, and something most of us swoon over.

that said, you're still not wrong for being uncomfortable. lots of fans of Homelander—regardless of the nature of the source material—are wanting to see him engaged in a healthy and consensual relationship, and it's natural that those folks were let down when the scene didn't play out as they hoped it might.

at the end of the day this show is about hurt people hurting people, and what those relationships end up looking like. it's okay to be uncomfortable with elements of that.

[yandere-fics]

Fuckboy Selene with a coked up party girl darling who has been her go-to "friend" for years. Darling is one of Selene's only friends due to the fact you're willing to listen to her woes about being single, then take her to a fun new bar you'd heard about, get shitfaced and then let her use you as her personal cumdump if neither of you find anyone to go home with that night. She sees you as kind of gross because she's a hypocrite and for some reason feels very defensive about you, although she at first didn't really give a shit that you slept around almost as much as she did, the longer you two knew eachother the more she'd end up purposefully pushing other women away so she'd get to take you home, or at least join in with whatever girl you'd found that night and fuck your brains out right in front of her to show off how only she could make you cum hard enough to see stars.

You didn't mind her habits though, nor did you even notice her getting weirdly possessive, either because you were too dumb or high to even notice that she'd drag you to the bathroom to drill you in a vacant stall the moment you got too friendly with another girl, or would end up paying the bar owner to turn a blind eye while you blow her under a table. You didn't care, her cock was huge and you considered yourself lucky that your cervix got bruised every weekend.

That was until it happened, the curse she spent so long whining about dissapeared overnight, and she realised you were her soulmate. The short little slut she'd been cumming in nonstop for years was the one she was destined to be with. She nearly vomited upon the realisation, struggling to grapple with the fact the curse was over sooner than expected, and that of all people it was you. She felt sick thinking of all the hands you'd let wander your body, you whore. Things were going to change, real soon.

You were stumbling home from the bar, wandering a particularly lonely street, you hadn't found any girls willing to take you home with them tonight, nor had Selene showed up. You were pretty sad about it, but that's what drinking is for. You heard a car pull up behind you, and before your drunken mind could register, you were snatched up, gagged, bound, and shoved into the trunk of a particularly big car. You freaked out, worrying if you were about to be murdered or tortured by some crazy yandere because you unknowingly slept with their soulmate once. You panicked and thrashed yourself around to exhaustion, which is precisely what she was hoping for.

When you awoke, you were bound to an iron bedframe, laying atop a dozen blankets made from exotic furs. Something was stirring in your system that was making you numb, like a sedative. And not the fun type.

A dark shadow moved towards you, dark figure, impossibly tall, loomed over you. It was Selene, but unlike you'd ever seen her. She was bigger, her arms stretched with long claws on the tips of her fingers, her mouth lined with sharp teeth and a smile that stretched ear to furry ear. A tail swished behind her as she climbed atop you, wrapping her hand around your throat. She leaned in close, all you could do is struggle to breathe, staring into her terrifing eyes, too weak to even speak any protest as she pushed her cock against your hole.

"No... one... will ever... have you... again. Little dove. You... all mine... forever..."

-girlfailure

This is the most beautiful thing I've read omg I'm in love lol.

[ryhmus]

Dearest ROWAN, would you tell us more about your relationship with your most beloved allies and your most hated enemies?

ROWAN;"First ask for me and it's about all my enemies huh? well that's kind of tough to start with, I've made way too many to count, but I'll go with a few at the top of my mind.

There's OMORI for a start, absolute fucking prick that I want to shove my shovel in a place where the sun doesn't shine. He created me to kill Sunny's trauma demons and keep BLACK SPACE in check until he kicked me down there after a...We'll call it a heated argument over Sunny's well being that went south real fast...

Actually, we used to be friends you know? That's what stings most about it. I did what he made me to do for his sake, and he banishes me to hell for doing too good of a job. Fan-fucking-tastic, considering how much of a hypocrite that monochrome freak turned out to be.

Look, I didn't want that photo that got me into this mess, I didn't want to know that my world, my friends, my entire existence, everything I knew and cared for, wasn't even real. I especially didn't want to have to plan to do something so risky to Sunny life, but I had no other options. I was punished for knowing too much just like all the others that came after me, but I at least could have done something about it.

If you're listening to this OMORI. Fuck you...fuck you and that cheap green-tinted faker you replaced me with too. You're lucky he was there to keep me from finishing you off on SNOWGLOBE MOUNTAIN. And most of all, fuck you for turning my friends against me...

...Oh, and then there's HUMPHREY, damn whale and his annoying laugh...Ugh, I hate water...

So the few friends I do have is my partner in crime, KEL, we do fun shit together. AUBREY is nice to me and she helps around in my garden. HERO and I like to talk sometimes about deep stuff.

MARI is one of the closest people in the life that I've known her. Her cookies are Amazing, period...only problem with them is that I have to keep reminding myself to share them and not eat them all at once.

Then there's FLOWER, I love him, he was my support when I was trapped in BLACK SPACE with so little hope left, my little endless supply of positivity and light in the dark when I needed someone to hold and tell me I was going to be okay.

With my second chance at life, I'll cherish FLOWER and keep him safe...

ROWAN;"FLOWER? are you crying?"

FLOWER;"*sniff*T-that was so sweet, I-I love you too."

[every-dayiwakeup]

I've got a few things to get off my chest:

🔵The next time I see anyone saying "yeah he died and apologized but it's still not enough" my response will be:

So tell Jesus that sacrifice isn't enough and neither is "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing".

Actions speak louder than words, and on top of that Billy's last words were an apology.

But I guess when you add it all up in the Catholic calculator, it means absolutely nothing.

Too much talk of change without mentioning the integral step for change, which would be getting Billy support and him leaving his abusers.

We write fanfictions where he gets to do that because canon would not give it to us, which is ultimately what fanfiction's sole purpose is.

Unpopular opinion maybe, but I don't think Billy is the one that needs to change here. I believe that his environment makes all the difference, and even then it sure as hell won't be easy.

There's nothing wrong with him, and I often see people overexaggerating "what he's done".

Why aren't other characters in the hot seat? Why specifically Billy? Why are any characters obligated to make up for whatever they've done?

Fiction gifts us escapism, and I've seen an uptake in people blurring the lines between the two.

I don't want Billy to change who he is, and I think it's kind of funny that to some, being in a relationship with Steve (or anyone) will "fix him". Let's not act like Steve Harrington doesn't repress his emotions. He's also like 19, and it makes no sense to me that anyone would want to be in a relationship with someone who's goal isn't to love you, but to "fix you" somehow until you're "worthy of love".

You're basically dating a therapist.

🔵Let Billy Hargrove be messy. Quite frankly other characters should be, too! He is a textbook abuse victim, and if you can't accept or bother to understand what abuse does to someone, that's a you problem.

Let characters make mistakes. Relating to Billy aside, I enjoy him because he stands alone among npc characters, and I firmly believe if not for the narrative:

not being able to handle him

trying to reduce him to a joke like damn near every other character (yes hahaha have a bunch of forty year olds creepily watch a teenager, and just for extra laughs let's make him look like a homewrecker and his groomer a feminist!)

framing said victim repeatedly as the big bad teenage "oh he's mature looking" boy (like we don't have enough of that bullshit 😒)

going directly against Dacre's Billy (pushing the whole womanizer thing for one... "happy screams" 😑)

guiding an immature audience to hating a character because he's not a main

refusing to condemn canon abusers while shitting on an abuse victim (for the love of fucking hell, if you feel the need to tell your audience who to hate and who to root for, then I guess you don't think you've done enough of a job as a writer)

... maybe just maybe viewers wouldn't hate or misunderstand Billy as much. Plus in addition to overexaggerating they also tell blatant untruths, so there's that.

I don't know about y'all, but I don't see the point in herding people to like or dislike characters. Let them come up with a conclusion on their own.

I wouldn't even give a flying fuck about what other characters in ST have done, had it not been for the general fandom demonizing one character while putting on their hypocrite hats and their bloated sense of self morality.

They act like Billy is worse than Vecna, Brenner, those bullies in season 1... They refuse to even bring up Neil, and conveniently "forget" that Billy was possessed for most of s3.

The only people I really see making excuses are Brenner and Vecna stans. Oh, and Jason, too.

I don't really care who stans who, but if we're going to keep playing this bullshit morality policing game (with fictional characters 💀), let's not act like the worst character on TV is Billy Hargrove.

Seriously, I can come up with a list of characters (Stranger Things included) who are worse.

The difference being it doesn't keep me up at night... because they're not fucking real.

[fite-club]

Here's my celebrity endorsement of your clownery: you keep saying you said someone who is not transfem was not transfem, and therefore did not accuse a transfem of not being transfem. Has it occurred to you that you perhaps have different definitions of what constitutes being a transfem? I don't know who this is about but possibly it was the bi-gender person who emphasized only the fem/lesbian part of their identity in posts asking for charity, which is perhaps tactically misleading but not an unforgivable sin when you're in a bad situation and people prioritize like that, and critically does not mean one isn't transfeminine just for being something else as well.

But maybe the person you're talking about was someone who was like "oh yeah sorry I've been pretending to be transfem", I don't know. I just keep seeing you saying "but they really WERE pretending to be transfem when they weren't" with no elaboration. You need to supply details or you just sound like you're tautologically justifying doing what you're accused of.

first off, that’s where the main conflict with clem-mp3 is coming from— they aren’t a trans woman, they are some unexplained nonbinary possibly-intersex person who identifies as “transfemmasc”. we, of course, have different definitions of “transfem”, and that’s why i kept saying they weren’t. with that donations post that person very clearly was being purposefully misleading about their identity in an attempt to get more money, primarily by calling themselves black when they clearly are not black, but that also applies to calling themselves a transfem lesbian when they clearly are not. i’m not going to try to explain to you why that’s fucked up, but like, i don’t think we need to give that person the benefit of the doubt when they so obviously are twisting their labels in hopes of financial gain.

easily the most frustrating part about this (besides “people who don’t know me making shit up about me”) is that the 3 other people who were transmasc pretending to be transfem that i keep referencing all blocked me months (or even years) ago and there is no way for me to display those interactions let alone find the usernames of those people. if i had the hindsight, i would’ve screenshotted all of if, but i didn’t. i’ve explained how i knew those people were transmasc (labels and pronouns in bio, certain flags and posts about being transmasc reblogged, selfies, etc) despite them typing out “as a transfem,” or whatever. these things happened, i swear. that's why i've referenced them so many times.

actually, i can name ONE name outside of those 3 instances, and it’s to whom i told that quote that keeps getting thrown around where i basically said “i know you’re not transfem because you’re arguing way too hard that ‘transandrophobia’ exists”— rmilkies. their bio is “no longer a bitch but a grumpy old man”, which i interpreted as a kind of reference to being ftm, and they also sent me anonymous asks where they outright state that they aren’t transfem (i cannot prove these anon asks were by rmilkies, but they were sent mere minutes after us interacting about the same topic, so).

at the end of the day there’s a lot of “you just have to take my word for it”, and seems like many people’s words against me are being taken for it while mine aren’t. if you want to say “i don’t have to believe you that you talked to transmascs pretending to be transfems”, then i should be allowed to say “i don’t believe that this person claiming to be a transfem is actually a transfem”. do you get what i’m saying? do you get how hypocritical it is to say “holy shit this guy is insane and transmisogynistic for wanting ‘proof’ that someone is transfem” and then turn around and say “well actually this guy doesn’t have any proof that the transmascs he was talking to were transmasc so we don’t have to believe him when he said that they were pretending to be transfem”?

[angelsafez]

"The three kinds of people I dislike most are Gossips, Liars, and Hypocrites."– Carole Radziwill

twitter is so fucking toxic, for god sakes! people will have a stance in fandom and another completely opposite one for celeb fandom which make them hypocrites. Gosh!

If your attitude is no sexualization [e.g. being against what was done to that hockey player in the hockey booktok], ship and let ship [aka no abusive behaviour], why do people don't bring that to celeb fandom? the SEXUALIZATION of REAL PEOPLE and the CYBERBULLYING done against REAL PEOPLE are MAJOR!!!

— Being for celebs' looks, relationships, etc., it's envy that makes people cyberbully them pretty simple and obvious. You want to be on their fucking place and that's why you are badmouthing them so bad, got it. Get a fucking life and stop being such an asshole! There's people even hating on celebs' younger than them– are you not happy with your life? Then go, do something about it and change it because that's a 'you' problem.

And don't say this is an age problem. I've seen ADULTS in their 30's doing this hypocrite shit, if it was teens it would be categorised as a basic "they are immature, they will grow out of it", but adults? Who have a job, that are paying bills – some might even being raising the next generation –, that have a place in their society, you know? Why such a bully, with a pinch of sexual harassment, in social media? Or are they like this in real life too?!

And don't start me on the dictatorship that twitter is becoming: or you follow x opinion or you are canceled for some reason that they'll take out of their fucking ass. And they'll be hateful as fuck about it even while preaching against abusive behaviour.

I'm literally at this distance 🤏 of just deleting twitter, it's starting to become not worth it especially for my mental health. The only way of me not deleting it is not scrolling on the timeline cuz for god sakes, It's every piece of shit that appears there!

Just a clarification: I never used names while writing this, which would be impossible taking in account that I never thought specifically on someone, therefore if you ever thought this was me throwing a shade to you that's your conscience sending you a warning maybe you should listen to it.

You matter, you're loved and you belong

Take care, –V 💙

[littleoddwriter]

Good evening I hope you are healthy and well!

Can I request some Poly!Asa und Jesse with an S/O that always gets in trouble or is trouble seeking? They love to sneak out in the night to investigate potencial dangerous areas or even forbidden areas like old houses that may broke down from withering to much or they have a tendency to willingly start a fight against someone stronger and dangerous when said person is talking shit or just being mean in general?

Asa Emory/The Collector x Trouble-Seeking!GenderNeutral!Reader x Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull | Headcanons

Hello there and thank you so much, I seriously hope you're healthy and well, too! <3 Thank you very much for this request, I really hope you like what I've done with it and the direction it took. :)

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Poly-Amorous Relationship; Impulsive & Reckless Behaviour.

Reblogs > Likes. Thank you!

Since out of the two, Jesse is more in touch with his emotions, he's naturally the one, who is most worried about you when he starts to notice this sort of behaviour in you.

He even disregards his own plans for the night and follows you instead to see what you're up to and save you from any dangers - Asa actually tries to talk him out of it, because he trusts you to know what you're doing, and he doesn't think it's any of his business, just like his and Jesse's hobbies aren't of your concern, either (obviously, Jesse doesn't listen).

It surprises Jesse when he finds you in an abandoned hospital that looks one loud noise away from collapsing and he quickly, but quietly, closes the distance between you two and drags you out of there, not without protests from you.

Outside, he wants to know what the hell you're doing in such a place in the middle of the night and if you're looking to get killed, which doesn't land so well, and you two kind of end up having a fight (as in, you ignore each other for the rest of the night).

When you come home, battered and bruised, during one of those nights, Asa admits that perhaps Jesse was right in being concerned about this little habit of yours.

So, while he's patching you up, he demands to know how and why you got hurt in the first place, and when you honestly answer and tell him that you basically sought out a physical altercation with some dangerous looking guy, Asa tells you that you're grounded.

All three of you stay home, then, and they keep an eye on you the entire time, much to your annoyance.

Even when you call them out on being hypocrites, because what they're doing isn't any less dangerous, after all, and they are your boyfriends, which should be more concerning than some random buildings and/or people; but they won't take the bait.

After you've been grounded, and you also had time to talk it out with Asa and Jesse, you start this routine where one of them goes to follow their hobby and the other one makes sure you're safe when you go to abandoned places, etc. They exchange roles every other night.

It's the best solution for all of you, since you don't have to change your way of life, while they can both go about their own ways without worrying about your well-being too much as well.

[rantingcrocodile]

You don't have a nuanced approach to bisexuality. You misstate the conclusion of studies, attack lesbians, and spew plenty of misogyny in self-defense of liking both sexes because you refuse to hold other bisexuals accountable for the heteronormativity brought into LGBT spaces and the number of bi women complicit in encouraging gender nonsense and sexual fluidity rhetoric against gay people.

So your arguments against me are:

"I don't like that studies about bisexuals show the evidence of bisexual oppression, and I especially hate it when you point those studies out"

"I don't like it when you call out biphobic lesbians for being biphobic"

"I'm going to I-know-you-are-but-what-am-I because I hate when you point out how misogynistic this space is to bisexual women specifically"

"I hate the idea of bisexuals actually having a voice in LGB spaces and will be biphobic and call it "heteronormativity" because I'm both too stupid to understand that bisexuality is an actual sexuality, and I prefer the status quo where lesbians and gay men are constantly prioritised, and you bisexuals should always be silent and accept absolutely nothing"

"Despite my earlier argument about misogyny, I'm going to unironically primarily blame bisexual women for the TRA shit that started by abusive, homophobic straight men that fetishise lesbians and, to a lesser extent, the homophobic straight women that fetishise gay men, because I'd rather lick straight oppressive and rapist boots and ironically be homophobic to abuse bisexual women than remember that there's no argument from TRAs to be "sexually fluid," but that they want lesbians to stay lesbians and gay men to stay gay men to treat them as objects that validate their TRA gender identities, and I refuse to be honest that there are a lot of different, actual LGB people who have been brainwashed into supporting that, and also, I've decided to conveniently forget that the most well-known face and voice behind so much TRA logic is Judith Butler, an actual lesbian, all because I hate bisexual women the most - but I'm still going to call you the misogynist"

You and I both know that if you or any of the rest of your biphobic, fake-feminist misogynists had any leg to stand on criticising me, you'd rush to do so to crow about how wrong I am.

You biphobes tried it once, where you then suddenly went silent for some reason after I proved that you lied and had no idea how to read scientific papers.

All that you do is try stupid shit like this anonymously in my inbox because you have nothing. You don't have shit to say to me to my face because you don't have any reasonable, opposing arguments, all you have is this desperate rage to tell yourselves that you somehow have an excuse to be biphobic, because you're little more than the kind of scum that I don't think twice about before I scuff it from the edge of my shoe.

Every time that you spew more biphobic hate, I hope it kills you knowing that there's a bisexual woman here smarter than you, who doesn't bend to suck up to you. I hope you can't even look at any kind of reptile without being reminded that you're a hypocritical, anti-feminist piece of shit lying about "prioritising women" on the internet.

Because I know that's what you are, and you know that's what you are.

Fucking. Seethe.

[xiu21chen99]

hxh headcanon/imagine.

again... still about hisoillu but about their engagement instead of illu's influenced fashion choice.

also this is more of... idk it gave reason why they chose to marry instead of uh other ways i guess??

i've seen so many fanarts where illu would break the news to the zoldycks or how killu would react to having hisoka as his brother in law- like srsly it's meme worthy at this point- and lotsa ones that showed how hisoka proposed as a joke or smtg but... I've been overthinking abt it these past few days sO i present to you how i think "the big question aka the proposal" happened... (manga spoilers??)

it's after hisoka resurrected himself obviously, and def after he killed kortopi and shalnark (so he knew there was gonna be empty slots in the spiders' lineup)

i imagine illu went back to the zoldyck estate after the whole fiasco and only heard of hisoka's "death" from rumors while he was on a mission

and then when he was idk maybe contemplating on whether or not he should visit the body(?) to pay respects or something, he gets a text message from the devil himself

their text went like this probably:

hisoka: hey~ where are you right now?♠️ (and no u can't tell me hisoka doesn't text w card suits u just can't-)

illumi: who are you and how did you get the phone you are currently using?

hisoka: ooh~ illu~ i feel betrayed, did you delete my number?♣️

illumi: hisoka is dead

hisoka: *image attached*

illumi: oh

illumi: hello hisoka, how are you still alive?

hisoka: you sound disappointed~♦️

illumi: i kind of am...

hisoka: rude, just tell me where you are♥️

...and that's how they met up?? ngl i think illu has a know-it-all syndrome where he just has to,,, k n o w everything

he's curious so he agrees to the meetup ofc

he's also surprised when he sees hisoka is in good shape when they meet (idk at a bar in an unknown city?)

they drink whiskey on the rocks because... you know...

hisoka explains how he survived and his next plan of action (which is terminate the spiders)

illumi makes a mental note of nen after death bc he's heard and seen it all before but... not to this extent,

this is gonna be,,, bland but i think this is the logic behind why hisoka chose to get married/engaged instead of just paying up front (reference to the ten dons' commission to get chrollo killed and chrollo's commission to get the ten dons killed)--

anyways here's how their conversation goes:

i: "why did you want to talk in person?"

h: "oh y'know, for old times sake."

i: "...right"

hisoka laughs, "okay so maybe i want to ask you for a favor..?"

confused, illumi asks, "why could you not have just texted if you wanted me to kill someone for you?"

h: "no, no- wait, actually, you're not too far off."

i: ~mOrE cOnfUsiOn~ "huh?"

h: "how do contracts for assassination work in your... family business?"

i: "half the promised pay before, the remaining half afterwards. should the target be eliminated by a third party, the assigned zoldyck still gets the pay and should the employer die, then the contract is terminated and the zoldyck will report back immediately."

h: "and has anyone made a contract to have themselves terminated?"

i: "i beg your pardon?"

h: "what complications will arise should your employer's target be... themselves?"

i: "i believe... i have never encountered such circumstance before. the people who hire us are those who have enough money and resource to have their enemies killed quickly. no one's tried to test the zoldyck assassination prowess."

h: "so... how will that work?"

i: "are you implying this is the reason why you have contacted me today?"

h: "yes~ ♥️" (how he said a heart emoji out loud is up to you, reader)

i: "it will be a pointless paradox. logically, the zoldyck will only get the employment bill. and i, myself, do not find pleasure in going for the kill like you lest i get my reward, so you will not get a contract out of me, hisoka."

h: "is there no leeway?"

i: "a zoldyck stands up to their word. so no."

h: "even for a friend?~ ♦️"

i: "we are not friends, hisoka-"

hisoka raises his glass of whiskey along with his eyebrow.

i: "oh..."

h: "didn't you tell dear killua that a zoldyck didn't need friends?"

i: "you... are an associate, someone reliable in the killing world. it's different."

h: "hypocrite"

i: "i ask you for favors and you make me return them. it is not like we spend our time together leisurely like killu with that island boy..."

hisoka clinks their matching glasses of whiskey even though his is already empty, a shit-eating grin on his lips.

i: "you suggested we meet here."

h: "this isn't the first time we went out to drink, right illu?"

i: "regardless!! i will not kill you just for half the money. i do not like wasting efforts on fruitless missions."

h: "as i said, is there no exception, to make sure you get my money if you were to succeed in killing me?"

i: "are you doubting my skill, hisoka?"

h: "that's not the point right now~ ♠️"

i: "wait, why do you want me to get all of your money?"

h: "haven't we just gotten over this subject? because you're my friend, of course."

i: "i... we are not friends, hisoka."

hisoka claps, "that's it! illumi!! ♣️"

i: "eh?"

h: "marry me! that way in our prenup I'll make sure you get all of my money, and even without a prenup you'll still get it since you'll be my only relative! that solves it!"

i: "hisoka, are you sure death did not took a toll on your brain? you did say you used Bungee Gum only on your heart and lungs..."

h: "i'm being serious, illumi!! and doesn't this solve your earlier conflict? we don't have to be friends, we'll be husbands!"

i: "do not use that tactic with me, you manipulative bastard. stop joking."

h: "this is purely beneficial for you, honestly i don't get why you just won't accept it."

i: "then humor me this first, why now?"

h: "dear illu, i've been to literal hell and back. i think it's time to leave my mark in case i fail to escape death again."

i: "was it that bad?"

h: "you'll love it there, illu~ ♥️"

h: "on a more serious note, though, i do plan to marry you. out of everyone i've encountered, you're the most eligible candidate. you're powerful, fully capable and extremely pretty to boot! you're the ideal husband!"

(blushing obviously, illumi downs the remaining whiskey in his glass) i: "death has changed you, hisoka."

h: "so?"

i: "fine."

h: "excellent!"

and in one fell swoop, illumi has a pin against the curve of hisoka's jugular, wrist held tightly by hisoka- a card matching against his own neck.

"not yet, dear husband." hisoka whispered into his ear, "we have to manage the papers first. and i've a request before you do."

they let each other go at the same time, not even breathing an unnecessary breath in the other's personal space (well, they're nearly pressed thigh to thigh anyways, what's the point of personal space anymore-)

"a condition rather than a request, really."

"what?" hisoka orders them refills, and downs his when it arrives.

"join the ryodan first."

glass already pressed on thin lips, illumi's confused hum resonates softly into the concave utensil. "why?"

"so things can get more interesting. i assume you know of the dark continent expedition that's soon to take place?"

"father has advised i take part on it, since kalluto told me the ryodan plans to rob some cliches who'll join the expedition- to look after him. you want me to join them?"

"yes, and i plan to board as well, don't fret."

illumi's eyes turn to slits, "how should i know you would be there? i can't take your word when you might just disappear when we've all boarded."

hisoka grins, wide then wider, "you should know by now illu, i plan to avenge my wounded pride. that damned chrollo didn't even fight me properly."

tilting his head, illumi stared at the man beside him, "is that not contradictory? i thought you did not mind your opponent using whatever means necessary to win?"

"magicians use tricks and misdirection to awe the audience," hisoka says almost thoughtlessly, "chrollo's a narcissistic hypnotist who used the audience as a damned shield because he knew he couldn't handle me face-to-face."

he groans, tinged in regret. "i shouldn't have picked heaven's arena, if i'd chosen a more discreet location then maybe the damage won't be this bad."

"damage?" illumi rests his chin on his palm, facing his husband.

hisoka swipes a hand over his face, and the glamour comes off. the picture he sent illumi now present in front of him. he was missing a nose, his left hand didn't have any finger left and dried blood chipped on his white skin. "oh."

with another swipe, everything's made correct again. hisoka was grinning again. he downs the remaining alcohol and leaves jenny bills under the emptied glass.

"come, lovely husband. we're to elope and legalize our union!"

illumi follows suit after downing his own glass, "i think there might be another loop hole, if you were to join the family. zoldycks do not kill family."

"so if i were to wed you, here and now, you'd think me more of a family than alluka?"

"alluka is not family."

"are those your words, illumi? or silva's?"

"i..."

"wow, you're really just as fucked up as i am."

"where do you plan to take me? i've just said i cannot kill family."

hisoka chuckles, "then you're the one to take my name, of course."

"preposterous!"

"who the hell still uses that word?"

"i am and will always be a zoldyck-"

"exactly. it's just legal papers, if you kill me then you'll just be a widow and even get your name back! see how everything'll work out in the end?"

"hisoka-"

"are you doubting your skill of assassination, my dearest husband?"

"... i better get the most expensive ring in this damned city."

"that's the spirit! now let's go get married!"

"wait, hisoka. what is your last name?"

later that night, when they leave a chapel, something gold glimmers on hisoka's bungee gum/texture surprise ring finger. a matching one around illumi's finger.

unlike hisoka, though, illumi had an extra red glimmer right under that gold, in the dead center of a silver band of intricately designed pattern. hisoka had foregone the traditional diamond in favor of a 16 carat ruby engagement ring, such a curious choice but illumi accepted it all the same...

(much later on, hisoka took both rings as collateral and reminded illumi that he would get them back even if he died bc it was in their damn prenup- and bc it was technically bought under illumis name and that's how hisoka assured illu that he'd be on that black whale,,, bc he had the rings and planned to give them back to him there)

"I thought a red gemstone was better suited for the rather bloody and murderous ending that our relationship will inevitably come to, wouldn't you agree?"

-Hisoka Morow whenever someone mentions his preference of proposal ring...

"I disagree with most of his ideals, our relationship has always had a fragile foundation, and I knew from the start that we'd eventually end up killing each other."

-Illumi Morow, nee Zoldyck when asked about his thoughts on his husband...

[saizoswifey]

Hello, I hope you're doing well, wifey. I have a question that's been bothering me if you don't mind answering! What's your take on the practice of taking commissions for fanfiction? I've seen people get aggressive enough to threaten to report any fanfic writers who advertise/take commissions. And while I'm aware it goes against the ToS for many companies (but then so does creating fanwork under copyright law smh) I also feel like it's a very slippery slope, seeing how the majority of our fanartists widely rely on fanart commissions alone to support themselves and I feel singling out and judging fanfic authors with far more derision is very hypocritical.

I would really like to hear your thoughts on this, if you do decide to answer. Thank you!

Hello, anon! I am doing well, hope you are too! 

First of all, people get weirdly aggressive when they see fanfic writers opening commissions and I can not, for the life of me, reason as to why this is. Other than the fact that they think writing is a ‘lesser’ craft (compared to digital/traditional art in fandom). Which is bullshit. 

And if you are someone who subscribes for an artist's patreon, has ever paid for an art icon of your favorite character, likes and reblogs fan art etc etc and you attack a writer for opening up commissions you should really take a good look in the mirror. 

I not only think it's acceptable for a writer to take commissions, I actually encourage it. For a few reasons. 

You deserve to be paid for your hard work. Writing is difficult and takes a lot of time. Time you could be spending doing other things. If you are at a point where you’re taking requests often and rearranging your day, losing sleep, in order to fulfill them--it’s time to get paid for your work. 

Taking commissions will make your writing better. If you plan on taking your writing into the professional field at any point, commission work will help you see what it’s like to work with deadlines and crunches as well as taking someone else’s concepts and creating something with it. Even if you don’t plan to move into the professional field, these are all still great skills to have. It can also shed light on areas you’re weak in so you can work on them. Whether that’s certain tropes or genres, or whether your time management needs work. Commissions will help show you things you didn’t even know about your own writing. 

All fanworks are technically against copyright, yes. But fanfiction for the most part does have a safety blanket of ‘fair use’ which allows us to create works with characters as long as it’s transformative and not using any direct quotes from source material etc. The reason why so many people are still creating fanworks is that most of these companies really don’t give a shit. These big statements are an umbrella to cover their ass. They don’t care about someone writing fanfic commissions here and there. They don’t care about someone doing 12 $5 art icons of the characters for some followers. 

What they DO care about is someone making thousands selling a line of sweaters with the characters, or someone plagiarizing the work and putting it out as their own, or selling a book that’s a word for word a copy of the game/media. Stuff like that. They know they can’t stop every single person from creating, and I don’t think they want to. What they want to protect themselves against are people abusing the system.

Here is a take you can read originally here that I really think will help people understand what I mean:

“Think of it like this: You're having a wedding and you hire a band. You pay them to turn up and play your favorite songs because it's YOUR wedding and you want to hear the songs YOU love.

That band isn't breaking the law by playing covers. Nobody's going to refuse to go and see Ed Sheeran because you can just individually pay a cover artist to play Ed Sheeran songs instead.

And it's the same thing with individual commissions for fanfic. Intellectual property laws are there to stop plagiarists from co-opting the income streams of original content creators. For this to have any kind of impact on that creator, it needs to be widespread and easily distributed. Getting paid to write a fanfic for someone else's personal enjoyment doesn't impact the original author's income stream in the slightest.”

If you are hesitant in any way that a particular game or company may not allow you to do a commission, email them. I’ve done it and most of the time they say they don’t care, esp if it is a person-to-person exchange for PERSONAL use and you’re not ripping off the media and trying to sell an ebook out of it or something. Or they may say sure that’s fine as long as the profits are under X$ amount. 

[wrong-tryagain]

I felt like a horrible shit earlier today bc of something on Twitter. This amazing man, Chance Terry, does his thing with his tic toc's, and he revealed the next selected celebrity was gonna be Mark Pellegrino. (Yay I thought).

Now, I didn't know this, and I'm pretty sure poor Chance T. didn't know this either; but there's A LOT of turbulence on the net 'bout Mark P. I had NO idea, and no one I know knew either.

Turns out there's a lot of hate and stuff going 'round directed at M.P. And for this, C.T was overwhelmed with negative comments on wanting to make his vid on MP like he has with others. This made him react with a block on several people till he'd thought it over, he unblocked those people again and made an apology vid... In my opinion, this should not have been necessary. To me, It's not acceptable or okay that so many people can bombard one man and make him so uncomfortable that he feels he has to apologize for his reaction and for something he and many others had no clue was going on which he had nothing to do with. If I don't like people I just keep my distance, I don't tell other people to hate or avoid that person, I keep it simple and just states I don't like the person if I feel like I should say it, but otherwise I try to let people make their own choice to like them if they feel like it. And if he feels like it, C.T should be able to make his harmless vid without being spammed to the point he feels so uncomfortable that it comes to what happened for him- no one should feel like this! That's not okay, man.

I felt like shit to see this, and I felt even more shitty when I commented and honestly not knowing about the "war" against M.P and got hit with a pic of 1 out-of-context-taken piece, out of a whole line of tweets M.P had written. I felt like I was slapped in the face with the tweet, as was some others, and I felt like I was somehow the bad guy, just for liking a person someone else apparently didn't.

I don't feel that's an okay way to do things. I felt so bad for no friggin reason cause this tweet I was hit with wasn't actually that short and didn't actually have the background or the meaning that person thought it did: it was just one tiny piece of a longer string of tweets M.P had made years ago, one piece out of context cause tweet boxes can't contain that much text so he had to make several tweets to make that long comment. (String + full text on tweets, see attached pic's).

Now, I know it's easy to develop very strong opinions on things, even if you only just heard about them. But maybe we should all seriously consider doing a bit more research before thinking about slapping someone else with that. one. piece. of the puzzle we've found. Research so you have the bigger picture before giving others a lesson like a slap-on sticker in the face, choose to be kind even if someone before you wasn't. Allow yourself to rage to air out what you need to air to be okay, but don't DIRECT your rage on people if it can be avoided, especially if they don't deserve it.

Yeah, okay, I know some of this can sound a little hypocritical after my little rant here, but I'm actually not mad at specific or nonspecific people, I'm just generally disappointed.

I like C.T and I like M.P and I like a lot of others; for their work, their personalities, their differences, their insights, their awesome weirdness, or even for simple things like making me smile or laugh even for just a moment. I'd like to keep feeling that I can keep doing that if I feel like it. I'd like to not have someone try to ruin this or try to push their opinions over my head to make me make their opinions mine or whatever else it could be about.

You don't have to do, think or feel like I do; we're all different people, there should be room for differences and space for mistakes, improvement and forgiveness, but that's just my opinion.

I don't know if there's actually anything to any of what's going on about M.P and other people, or if most or all of it is just misunderstandings and misperceptions. But I do know that there's always 2 sides of a coin, it's good to be good to others, and thing's shouldn't be taken out of context.

I am sorry if anyone gets mad or offended by any or all this I've posted here, again I'm not mad, I don't mean any kind of harm by this, I just needed to rant the rage of frustration off of my chest and air it out of my head or I'd go mad. 🤯🤪🤡

Also, I have this tiny hope this won't be perceived negatively, neither the stuff above nor the stuff below.

If you read this, or some of this, and feel like sending me pics or comments telling me to hate on Mark Pellegrino or someone else or the reason you might do it, I have something to ask of you:

Please don't.

I like liking whoever I like for whatever reason I have or don't have.

I just needed to air this to lift the crushing clutter in my headspace, I don't want to add more instead, and I only added the pics so if anyone wants to know what string of tweets I'm ranting 'bout, they can. So please ignore this post if it bugs you, I'm not woth your effort to make me see things the way you might want me to. I like my bubble, please don't try to pop it. 😅🙏

Anyway, that was a lot of ranting. Sorry for that folks, don't think too much of it tho. I hope you're all well and I wish good days to come your way. Don't worry, I'm done now. 😅 Peace out. ✌

[mcrmadness]

Why am I overthinking my Berlin trip now.

For some reason I'm so worried of coming across as a tourist. Which is stupid since I literally AM a tourist going to Berlin. I'm just browsing these booking websites that also show what there is to do, just to get some idea of what I might want to do there. So far I literally don't know anything else than: the Nature History Museum, and the zoo(s??? are there more than one? I still haven't figured out the answer to this.), and then maybe some dä related sightseeing lmao

But besides all this, I just. Have this weird fear that people who live there would look at me like "lol a tourist" or think that's I'm somehow shallow and there just to see the things everyone talks about and nothing else. I'm almost rebelling against the idea of visiting any of THE sightseeing places that are the most famous over there. Just so that people can't think I only see the surface and wouldn't be interested in what lays beneath.

Like I'm not going there just to say "hey I've been to Berlin", I'm going there because I have been dreaming of a trip like this for over 10 years and I want to see what it is like there. The everyday life. Not the tourist life. Not eating in hotels every single day (as if I'd even have money for that) being clueless of anything, but actually taking it as if I'd be living there temporarily just to see if I could one day ACTUALLY live there (or in Germany in general) either temporarily or permanently. And basically I'm going to live there temporarily this time too cos it will be a few weeks and the rented room has its own kitchen and bathroom, just so that I can eat whatever I want and still afford it cos it's always cheaper to cook yourself than buy ready-made food. And food in Germany is cheaper than in Finland so it shouldn't be a big problem when my food bills aren't that huge even here.

But yeah. It's such a weird thing how I simultanously don't give a fuck about what people think about me but also wish no one would perceive me. Maybe it's just me again reflecting things about myself. They say that in other people you're annoyed by things that you don't see in yourself. Maybe it goes the other way around too, I am afraid of coming across as annoying, or even of being hypocritical, if I do the things that normally annoy me when others do those. Take it like this: I live in a tourist city myself. Every summer we have so many tourists from all over the world and I hear so many languages. Or would if I went outside sometimes.

Anyway, when you grow up in a tourist city and the tourist attractions become normal things and normal life for you, you start to get annoyed by tourists. I get their side too, of course it's crazy to see a medieval castle if you've never seen one before, and they have all the right to be excited. And I don't care about that much, but what are the most annoying things are those that you hear every single time. For example, this one summer I was working at a horse stable and I took a train to there every day. And my city is small, so it only had exactly one track. And still does tbh apart from the "station" area which is just. Sand and more tracks that are hardly ever used. But because Finland has just one train company, they use the same announcements everywhere and the announcement always includes the train's name/route, time and which track it will depart.

So in my city the announcement always said "leaves from the track, 1" because it still needs to say that. And almost every single morning I had to hear someone, who's not from the city, say "track 1" and laugh. So much so that I was already waiting for someone to say that cos someone always did. I know they have no idea they were not the first person to say that, but as a citizen I hoped I had had earplugs for those mornings because it was SO annoying. So I'm kinda worried that I'd be in that "lol track 1!" spot in Berlin. Where people live, so they must hear tourists saying all kinds of stupid shit, and the tourists don't have any idea of someone else, or tens, or hundreds or even thousands of other people, saying the exact same thing before them. What if I also make a comment and someone who's lived in Berlin for a long time overhears and thinks "not this shit again".

Like, in the end it dosn't even mean anything. They probably won't think out loud. It won't affect me, I don't care even if they said it out loud. But somehow my brain still is capable of overthinking this tonight.

Or maybe it comes from my childhood/teenage traumas related to my peers, and my old social phobia. If I go outside to take photos, I usually look for a place where I'm completely alone or I have someone else with me, otherwise I feel like I'm doing illegal stuff even if I'm just taking photos. I don't know why would it be so bad to take photos. But somehow I just. Can't focus on that if people walk by. I just feel like they're gonna say I am not allowed to do that. To take photos of a lake or sunset in my city and country??? Yeah I don't know why my brain does that since it's literally not illegal to walk outside on public spaces taking photos. Hell, you can even take photos with other people in it and you are allowed to post them because it's a public space. So why would it be reprehensible if I am taking photos and not even of any human subject, but just of the nature?

Because of the same reason I haven't started Geocaching yet either. It was recommended to me, and it sounds like fun, but I'm just. So self-aware. Worried of raising questions. Why is that person there in the bushes? Or if it's someone who knows what Geocaching is - what if I'm doing it wrong? And they think I'm a loser. But even if so, what does it matter? Or is it my rejection sensitive dysphoria? The idea of being judged so strong that it triggers my RSD even when it's just a scenario that hasn't even happened yet. And which most likely won't even happen! But still I just sit here overthinking _everything. No wonder I have so much time to overthink when I don't DO anything instead of keeping overthinking about those things.

[bangtanreadingcorner]

rumor has it [1/2] • jung hoseok

plot — your best kept secret comes out and it becomes a hot topic around your university. it also brings you and hoseok closer.

words — 3.5K

You are going to lose it.

Seriously. The next person who asks you if the rumor is true, Lord help them, you are going to go bat-shit crazy on them.

You also swore off drinking indefinitely because if you hadn't been so inebriated, you would have taken another shot instead of telling the truth. Well, maybe not because it was because of drinking shots that you ended up in this mess in the first place.

So, yeah, drinking was out of the picture for the moment.

In all honesty, you weren't embarrassed about it. About still being a virgin. You made your choice a long time ago, and you choose to stick by it. You didn't want a perfect first time, or to wait until marriage, but you want to be comfortable with the person and you want it to feel right. You've never felt that with anyone before.

And if that made you a prude in the eyes of society, well then they can go fuck themselves for all you care. You'll wait until the time is right.

You looked up, to see where your feet had taken you and was it was in the Quad. It was just a large patch of grass with picnic tables place in it. For either eating or studying or just taking a break.

You sat down at a table, and barely twenty seconds after you sat down, three guys approached you. The one in the middle opened his mouth, "Hey! Y/N, is it true?"

You sincerely hoped it wasn't what you think it was, so you decided to give the idiot the benefit of the doubt. "Is what true?"

"That you're a virgin. I wanted to know if it's true, that's all." He said with a dirty smirk, making no secret of the fact that he was trying to check you out - the picnic table hid most of your body so it didn't work as well as he hoped.

"Yes, it's true." You snapped, voice harsh as the last of your patience swiftly ran out. "Rumor also has it you're an insensitive moron. So glad we could both confirm the running gossip. Now fuck off."

The guy scoffed, "Now wonder you're still a virgin. No one likes an uptight bitch."

"Now wonder you're still single. No one likes an stupid dick." You smirked up at him, watching in amusement as he stalked off with his two friends that looked a little embarrassed.

Ah, how you love using people's own words against them. Nothing makes a person angrier than that. It's really amusing too.

There was two more incidents - two girls that were curious, and one guy who offered his experience to you. Ugh.

Your stomach dropped when you saw the next person who approached you because you actually like this guy.

"Oh, not you, too, Hoseok." You groaned when you saw him, dropping your head down on your books.

"What?" Hoseok asked, bewildered, as he slid into the seat opposite you.

You peaked at him, cheek laying on your books, "Aren't you here to find out if the rumor is true and then mock me and judge me?"

"What rumor?" He asked, a little confused, as you sat upright. You just gave him a flat look and waited. You saw the dots connect in his mind. "Right. That rumor."

"Yeah." You gave him a humorless smile.

Hoseok shook his head, expression gentle as he looked at you. "Well, no. I'm not. One, it's none of my business. And two, it'd be hypocritical if I judged you."

"Why would it-" You cut yourself off as realisation set in, your eyes widened in disbelief as you inhaled sharply. "No way."

Hoseok laughed, his face lighting up and dimples on display, "It's true."

"I don't believe it." You laughed in disbelief. Hoseok had to be pulling your leg.

"Believe it." He nodded.

"You? Seriously?" You couldn't wrap your head around it.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He frowned at you.

"I don't mean anything by it, it's just . . ." You paused for a moment, gathering your thoughts and then settled with your default setting: brutal honesty. "Well, to be perfectly honest, you're like a wet dream come to life and it's a little hard to believe."

Hoseok's cheeks flushed and a satisfied warmth stirred in your belly, "I, uh, I've never wanted to. I mean, I've had girlfriends before but never enough to want to take them to bed."

"Now that, I understand. I've had two boyfriends and both of them I dropped when they kept pressuring me for more and I didn't want too." You told Hoseok who nodded along with what you said.

"Yeah, I know right. I mean, one of my ex-girlfriends accused me of not loving her." Hoseok actually pouted a bit as he spoke. You giggled at the sight, endeared by him. "She was right thought, I didn't love her. I liked her a lot, but it wasn't love. I don't think I've ever been in love. Not really." He looked at you. "Have you ever been in love?"

"I don't know." You admitted. "I mean, how do you know when you love someone? It's not like you can measure it."

"That's a fair question. I mean, I guess it's something you just know. Like, when you listen to a song and you know you love it after listening to it once. Maybe it's like that." Hoseok said and then suddenly he looked down, seeming embarrassed. "Sorry, you probably think that's dumb."

"No, no, not at all. I think it kind of fits." You said hastily, not wanting him draw the wrong conclusions. "I actually understand what you said more than when someone tries to tells me about how sometimes love is fate or destiny or written in the stars." You pulled a face.

Hoseok laughs and it makes you laugh back.

"Did you want something?" You asked him, when you both calmed down, still smiling.

"Huh?" He asked, clearly a little confused. You thought he looks adorable.

"You came over here," You reminded him. "I assume it was to ask or tell me something."

"Oh yeah." Hoseok's cheeks flushed again as realisation lit in his eyes. "I just wanted you to know that Jae is adjusting nicely to the classes."

A smile automatically spread on your lips at the mention of your nine year old sister. She recently started hip-hop classes and that was actually how you met Hoseok, he's her teacher. One afternoon your mother asked you to pick her up after practice and you and Hoseok talked a bit, and you found out that you go to the same university but just different major's. His is dance and yours is business.

"I'm glad." You smiled wider at him. "You didn't have to come all the way over here to tell me that though."

Hoseok let out a nervous laugh, rubbing at the nape of his neck as he looked at you shyly. "I also wanted to know if I can buy you a coffee sometime, maybe? I wanted to ask you out the day we met, I didn't think it would be appropriate, 'cause I was at work and all."

Now it was your turn to blush, pleasantly surprised by his offer. You had found yourself liking your sister's dance teacher, too, but you didn't know if he would say yes. And he wasn't some random guy could ask out and just forget if he says no.

You smiled, cheeks on fire as you looked at him. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"How does Saturday sound?" Hoseok asked excitedly and your stomach dropped.

"I can't, sorry." You told him, watching as his face fell. "Not because I don't want too. It's just, I promised my mom I'd spend the whole Saturday with her and my sister because according to her she doesn't see me enough." You hurried to explain.

Hoseok smiled again and your heart lifted, "Okay, how about Sunday afternoon?"

You don't think you've ever nodded so fast in your life. "Yes, that's perfect."

***

That Saturday when you went home, your mom squinted at you as you hopped on the kitchen counter as she made breakfast. "What is going on with you?"

"Nothing." You smiled innocently at your mother. She's been giving you looks since you arrived.

"Am I suppose to believe that all this smiling and the happy sparkle in your eyes is from nothing?" She asked, raising a brow. You decided to tell her because you and your mom have always been close. And you've been wanting to tell someone who won't tease you about Hoseok. Your best friends Minji and Jamie does that enough. You also wanted to tell her before she finds out by herself. You would never live it down.

"I'll tell you, but I don't want you to make a big deal out of this, okay, mom?" You said, grinning excitedly.

Her curiousity effectively peaked, your mom nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes, I won't. Promise."

"Okay, so, there's this guy I really, really like and we're going out tomorrow." You gushed, barely holding in a squeal as your cheeks hurt from smiling so wide.

Your mother gasped, a smile of joy spreading on his lips. "Oh, oh! This is wonderful news. Who is this young man that's managed to capture your attention? Is he nice? I hope he's not a troublemaker like your second boyfriend. Why, I heard the other day that he got arrested from breaking into someone's home. Can you believe that?"

You winced at the reminder of your second boyfriend. Not one of your proudest moments but you had a lot of fun with him. Right up until he wanted to get into your pants. The relationship went downhill pretty quick after you said no.

"I can't say I'm surprised." You admitted, because he always liked to skirt at the edge of the law, it was only a matter of time before he broke it. Luckily you got away before it went that far.

"Enough about him, though. Tell me about this boy of yours." Your mom pushed with glittering eyes.

You cheeks flushed, "Well, he's not mine yet, mom. And it's just a coffee date."

"Tell me his name then." She prodded hopefully.

You gave her a sheepish smile, "I can't, sorry."

"Why not?" She frowned.

"Because you know him." Now you smirked at her, knowing she'll drive herself crazy, trying to figure out who he is.

***

You couldn't remember the last time you were this nervous.

Oh, no, wait. You could. It was right before you went to get your final results for high school. You didn't sleep that night and you barely slept Saturday night. Falling asleep early Sunday morning and sleeping until finally your alarm woke you up at 11:00AM.

You immediately started getting ready. You took a shower, used a hairdyer for the first time this year (air-drying is much easier and more fun) before taking a hair straightner to your unruly mop of curls. You picked a nice outfit but decided to forego make-up. That would be too over the top for you.

Your phone buzzed with a text a little after 03:00PM.

You smiled widely when you saw who it was. You and Hoseok had exchanged numbers after he asked you out and kept in touch over the last week.

Hoseok

See you in a bit.

You

Can't wait!

You walked to the cafe you two agreed to meet at, nervous but also excited. You entered the cafe and heard your name being called by a familiar voice.

A smile automatically spread on your lips as you walked to the table where Hoseok was waving from. You couldn't even find it in yourself to care about the people staring at you. He stands up when you arrive at the table and goes to pull out your chair but you wave him off with a smile.

"Hey, I'm not late, right?" You asked with a nervous smile.

Hoseok shakes his head, beaming at you. "Nope, I'm early."

You looked at the time on your phone and smiled. 03:24PM. You're both early then. Sure, only six minutes, but it's a good sign, right?

"How've you been?" You ask as you pushed your phone into the back pocket of your jeans.

"Good. I actually caught up on some overdue work, yesterday. You?"

"I'm fine. It was nice spending time with my mom and my sister."

The waitress comes up to your table with a notebook. "Are you ready to order?"

Hoseok's sunny grin dims a bit. "I forgot to give her the menu."

"It's okay." You laughed brightly. "I come here often, so I know what I want." You assured him, then looked at the waitress. "I'd like a bubblegum milkshake and a big chocolate muffin."

"Okay," The waitress nods, repeating your order as she writes and you confirm it. She turns at Hoseok, "And for you?"

"I'd like a hazelnut latte and a waffle with peppermint and chocolate ice cream." He orders. You both wait until the waitress leaves before resuming your conversation.

"Interesting choice. The hot with the cold." You grin at him.

"Mmn, I didn't take you for having a sweet tooth."

You froze for a bit because normally you don't have a sweet tooth, not really, but it's not like you could tell him you're having pre-period cravings.

"Depends on my mood." You said instead, and it was the truth. You ate whatever you were in the mood for in general, not just when you are on your period. But you also like salty food more than sweet, but whenever you crave something sweet, it's usually because of your monthly gift from Eve.

Hoseok nods, accepting the answer. He tilts his head at you, "How's your mom and sister?"

"Well, my sister is an adorable little pain in the ass like always and my mom is starting a list of all the guys she knows, but overall they're good." You told him, laughing a bit as you spoke.

"Do I want to know?" He looked at you, equal parts curious and wary.

"I don't know, do you?" You asked teasingly, smiling at him, wiggling your eyes brows.

He thought for a moment, "Yeah, I do."

"It's nothing bad. I just told my mom about our date, and when she asked for your name, I told her that I can't tell her because she knows you."

Hoseok frowned ever so slightly, "Why didn't you want to tell her?"

"Because I don't want her to bombard you with personal questions until we figure out where we want this to go." You explained, gesturing between the two of you with your index finger.

Hoseok's eyes twinkled with mischief and laughter as he asked, "Ah, so she can ask me the personal questions after we start dating then?"

"Oh, yeah," You nodded, liking the idea of dating Hoseok all too much. "You'll have to prepare yourself to answer anything from what your first word was, to what brand and colour underwear you wear."

Hoseok burst out laughing and you smiled as you watch him. You like the way he laughs, unrestrained and so fully. It makes you feel warm inside.

You talk about this and that until your order arrives. Technically it was dessert, rather than food but eh, neither of you minded. And this was supposed to be a coffee date. It was already better than you two planned.

"Jung Hoseok." You called him seriously, after you finished eating your muffin, fiddling with the straw of your milkshake.

He sobered up, looking a little startled, "Yeah?"

"I adore you." You said, giving him a soft, slow smile.

His cheeks flushed and you realised you like making him blush.

Hoseok looked at you, eyes serious despite his red cheeks. "I really like you, Y/N."

Blood rushed to your cheeks and your heart picked up its pace. You looked down, sipping on your melting milkshake. When both of you were done eating and finished drinking, you ordered another milkshake and Hoseok ordered another latte.

Neither of you were ready to go home yet.

"So, why dance?" You asked him somewhere after your third milkshake, curious.

"I've always found it easier to express myself with my body rather than words." He shrugged, looking a little shy. "It's my greatest passion. When I'm dancing, I'm free."

"I'd like to watch you dance sometime. If you don't mind."

"Yeah, sure. I don't mind." Hoseok shook his head. "Why business?" He asked in return.

"Promise you won't laugh?" You asked first, looking at him seriously.

"I promise."

"And you can't tell anyone and I'll know if you have because I haven't told anyone. Not even my mom, but I think she suspects."

"I won't." Hoseok swore, sitting a little straighter.

"I want to start my own shoe store. Originally I wanted to study something in a fashion direction, I like designing shoes, but the industry is tough to get into. So, I figured I'll start smaller and work my way up." You looked down at the table, fiddling with a serviette.

"Wow. That's like . . .your whole future planned out." Hoseok said, looking at you with wide eyes.

You snorted, "Not really. It's just a dream. It's going to take hard work to make it into a reality."

"You can do it. I believe in you." He said, so sincere that you had no choice but to believe him.

When you finally went home, it was dark and Hoseok walked you back to your dorm room. Halfway there, he brushed his hand against yours and when he slid his palm against yours, you happily entwined you'd fingers.

You opened your door and turned to him, ready to say something but he beat you to it.

"I had a really great time today." He said with that ever present sunny smile that made your heart sing when he directed it at you.

"Me too. It was much better than I expected." You said, only realising after his smile dropped how that might have sounded to him. "Not that I expected it to be bad, just a little awkward because you make me nervous. Really nervous. But it wasn't awkward at all. I was comfortable from the beginning."

"Oh." Hoseok breathed softly, and you could heard the relief in that one syllable. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Maybe we could do it again, sometime?"

"Oh, we better." You told him seriously.

"Well, I should get going. We have class tomorrow." He took a step back from you, clearly intent on leaving. You looked at him with raised brows.

"You're really not going to try for a goodnight kiss?" You laughed.

Hoseok let out an indignant huff, crossing his arms over his chest. "Hey, don't laugh at me. I'm trying to be a gentleman here."

You positively melted from his words, heart speeding up. You gave him a look full of adoration. "Hoseok, you are always a gentleman and I appreciate it," Your gaze turned a bit mischievous. "But you should know that I've been wondering what it would be like to kiss you since the day we met."

His eyebrows rose, jaw going slack as he looked at you in surprise. "Really?"

"Yes, really." You nodded, amused. "So, whenever you're feeling like being ungentlemanly, just know I wouldn't be opposed to it."

"Okay." He nodded dumbly and you laughed.

"Good night, Hoseok." You told him fondly.

"Night." Hoseok echoed, taking another step back and then turning away from you. You waited until he reached the stair case before you closed your door, letting out a squeal of happiness.

You took of your shoes, haphazardly kicking them into the shoe rack, pulling off your baby pink sweater as you padded to your room, humming with a gigantic grin on your face.

It wasn't five minutes since you arrived home when a knock sounded on your door. You threw your sweater on the bed, heading to the door.

"Yeah, I'm coming." You called, and the incessant knocking ceased. Probably Minji or Jamie that wants to borrow a book or some paper to print a project. You opened the door, frowning slight when you saw who was on the other side, "Hoseok? Is everything okay?"

"I'm not feeling very gentlemanly right now." He declared before stepping closer, grabbing you by the neck and kissing you until you were breathless, your socked covered toes curling.

"Good night." He said when he pulled away, then added on, "For real this time."

You laughed a little, feeling so ridiculously happy. You wondered if you could combust from it.

"Text me when you get home." You blurted, still catching your breath.

"Promise." He nodded, licking his lips. You leaned forward to peck them one last time. For now.

You laughed again, practically vibrating with giddiness as you closed the door for a second and final time.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: !!this is not the end!! *pouts* Tumblr told me that I filled all of my 250 boxes, so I have to split it. It's like my fic duet all over again. *le sigh* Idek how people write 12K fics and still fit it in.

part two

[wowsoboring]

combating bullshit harry potter arguments, Harmony edition, #3

Here we go, guys. toxicharmonyshippers on instagram has once again found some weird shit the toxic Harmione stans say. Once again, I would preface this by saying that I have no big problem with Harmione and only run after them when they bash my favorite characters and ships. This time, I am expecting the rant to be comparatively shorter but let's see where the tide takes us through the course of time.

1)

I just scoffed while reading this absolute bull. I have a huge problem against those who want to essentially compare fiction with reality in such a negative way. Relating to a fictional character, cool. Having a little healthy crush, fine. But this is not good, man. First of all, this is clearly mocking us. And sometimes I don't even fucking understand why we need to defend Ron and Ginny. They have done weird hormonal bullshit which they more than made up for. I, to this date, don't understand why you need to bash the Weasleys (well, except for the twins and Bill). I feel like whoever wrote this has this weird holier-than-thou mentality and this is what I dislike about the Harmione community. Most of them pull of this shit and want everyone to treat them with the utmost respect we can muster. It doesn't work both ways, my dudes. Now the word flawed, I don't mind much. It's good to admit your flaws and learn from them like most do. Like Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Harry did in the books. The word that bugs me is 'unworthy'. Unworthy of what? Are you saying people who like two normal good guys in a fictional world aren't worthy because they like characters that you don't? Is this what you mean? Because that's what I can gather from this tidbit and I don't like how it sounds. How are you better than me in any way? And why are you correlating and writing these things without even thinking for a second what the gravity of your words are? I could never do it. "Hey, I'm unworthy of success and money and love because I think Ron Weasley is a good character, because I like Romione, I will fail and die alone." You're making a caricature of yourselves, it's not even funny anymore, I kind of feel bad.

2)

Now we shall talk of paradoxes. Throughout this series of rebuttals I've maintained my composure and didn't sink to their level of impropriety. How are we like religious extremists for liking a perfectly fine fictional character? We aren't stanning Voldemort or Draco or shit. This is Ron. Even if someone likes the trainwreck movie!ron is, it isn't close to religious extremism. You sound more radical than any Romione shipper I've encountered. Harmiones are paradoxical wonders.

3)

oh yes, this is the epitome of this holier-than-thou mentality I've been talking about for so long. I would rebut this and say mean things about their ship but that is not what this series is about. So once again, I will not sink to their level and just ask you, dear reader, to read and analyze this and the stupidity in this statement.

Just one question; what reality? When did Harry and Hermione kiss except in Ron's locket horcrux vision? Is that a Harmione scene? Asking for a friend. Oh no, wait, I don't want to be friends with you. It's not about you shipping Harmione, it's solely about the hypocrisy of your statement and your black-and-white perspective. I see all the greys in the spectrum. I'm not stupid enough to dislike people in real life because of their Harry Potter ship preferences (except if they were one of those death eaters x hermione/harry ship, then I would judge). Harmione, though I don't ship it or care for it, isn't weird or creepy. These toxic people in the Harmione community seem to have the savoir-faire of Narcissus. Not a good thing.

4)

not going to fall for this shit today, not in the mood, man.

5)

as a fan of harry potter, I really don't take any of JKR's sayings after canon remotely seriously. She earlier said she loved Romione in an interview, she built them up in the course of 7 years. She wrote 7 books which were building up Romione with no Harmione content. That was a publicity stunt, along with the whole "dumbledore is gay" shit. Bitch tells you to take Cursed Child as canon and you want me to take her seriously. She's a transphobic hypocrite who became an attention-seeker to remain relevant when she could have been like John Green or Rick Riordan or anyone else who people love.

6)

ugh! you seem ridiculous to me. what right to complain do you have? just fucking leave us alone and mind your own business! is that so fucking hard. God!

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP Meme Lines from "AHS: Coven" Episode 12: "Go To Hell"

Your highest honor comes at the greatest price.

Death is not uncommon. And danger inescapable.

I don't even need to read your mind to know what you're doing.

Poor, sweet, dumb, paranoid girl.

The awful truth is I am tired.

I want to know what happened.

She's probably off in some unholy nether realm.

He's a deity. Show some respect.

Respect is something that is definitely lacking around here.

You will show me respect!

You look like shit.

I can't believe you did that to yourself.

Whoa! That was cool!

I did transmutation.

I didn't even have to think about it. It just happened.

Our powers always spike in times of crisis. This is one of those times.

You into girls now?

What are you afraid I might see?

Nothing stays a secret for very long in this house

It will come to light whether you want it to or not.

I don't have any secrets.

I'm the queen-- I will rise again!

My people gonna come for you. Rip you apart.

Give me the box of chicken. Today, please.

I'm going on break, okay?

This was the worst time of your life. Waiting on people who treated you like the piece of trash you thought you were. No power. No respect. And no future that you could see.

Your hell's on Earth.

Don't make me put you in the fryer.

Everybody got to pay in the end.

Wait! I'm not done with you!

Unless you want to stay here forever, you better hurry and get back.

Time moves differently in here.

I'm talking to you, bitch!

You made it back. I'm impressed.

Now that I've proven my power, you're gonna give me some answers.

You remember how you told me you were gonna cut me up in little pieces and plant me all over the place? I thought that was a honey of an idea.

There's got to be a way to kill her.

More marshmallows.

Well, she's not gonna be doing anything while she's chopped into 50 pieces and those pieces are scattered all over the city.

You are one crafty witch.

When do we get to see the attic torture chamber?

These wild tales of barbarity you've heard are nothing more than lies invented by her many enemies.

What a total rip-off.

How did you find me?

A dog returns to its vomit.

I see you finally got that makeover.

I'm here to set the record straight.

She even looks like a monster.

Many times while there were extravagant parties going on just below, the sounds of music and revelry drowning out the cries of torment.

You don't believe it?

It beggars all belief.

The information you've been feeding these people? It's inaccurate.

I want my money back.

Do not touch the display items!

You will never be able to pay for your crimes.

It's your only chance for redemption.

Agree to be publicly humiliated-- all is forgiven.

All anybody has to do nowadays is shed some tears, say some words

It's called repentance.

Oh, repentance my ass.

You think a man jack among them was well and truly sorry? Not a one. Sorry they got caught is all.

Y'all nothing but a pack of sniveling hypocrites, as far as I can see.

I won't profess to be sorry, 'cause I'm not.

I was getting to you before. I know it.

You made me weep.

I wept for the state of this world.

A world of lies. A world that makes promise it cannot keep.

I don't want to die.

I want my portrait hung just there.

What are you doing back there?

Do you need a break?

I probably have two weeks left on Earth.

Maybe we could be kind to one another for a change, huh?

Did you really think self-mutilation would restore your power?

You cannot lose your power. You never will. It's inside of you.

As much as I'd like to, I cannot take credit for that. It's all you.

You're saying good-bye?

A man shouldn't be disturbed when he's playing with his instrument.

You don't have your mother's features.

Oh, you know who I am?

We spent quite an evening together.

She can't love anyone but herself.

I saw everything. Everything.

Unzip me.

Whatever fantasy you have about who she is and what you are to her, it's all bullshit.

She used you. All she does is use people.

I don't suspect you have a passport ready.

You feel that? That empty heartbroken feeling?

When the rest of the world sees a wall, we see a window.

Is she alive?

She's not breathing.

That's deadly nightshade you're about to ingest through your nostrils. I wouldn't sniff around unless you're looking for a bout of delirium.

Where is everybody?

Who would have been cruel enough to commit such an atrocity?

I heard people die after three days without water.

Please tell me this is a hallucination driven by my bouquet of Atropa belladonna.

You were supposed to spend your days in romantic splendor with your true love.

You're just like Halston when he sold his brand to J.C. Penney. You've forsaken your destiny.

You bit it off.

Hey, you're in my spot!

I want to sleep!

We're leaving.

You, don't talk to me!

Is that why you came back, because you can't handle him?

You bitch.

You thought I was some dumb swamp rat you could leave behind to die?

Stop these vulgar fisticuffs at once.

It's beneath us.

I don't want to waste my magic on you.

You hit like a girl!

This is awesome!

You! You must pay for what you've done!

Wow, did you walk into the wrong house.

Who the hell is this guy?

I thought you banished his soul to the appropriate nether realms?

I'll kill all of you!

Is that blood?

How could you do this to me?

I don't remember the last time I was here when there wasn't music playing.

You pack your wader boots?

I don't like catfish. I loathe all bottom-feeders.

She's pretty, but she doesn't have your cheekbones.

I imagine she wanted me to do her dirty work for her.

We had a deal. It wasn't on paper, it wasn't stamped by a notary, but we had a deal!

You have been the most delightful distraction. A life preserver. But I'm gonna be on dry land soon.

Can't you at least pretend? Just, just humor me for a while?

I guess I loved you.

Although I really don't know anything about love, if I'm gonna be honest. But you were the sweetest of lovers. The best I've ever had. And I'll miss that.

Let go of me!

I know you love me!

Christ, I was sick!

I just needed to feel something.

I made you die those little deaths for the first time in your sorry life. I made you sing when you had no tunes left in you.

What you're doing is a crime against humanity.

Well, I've never been one for love, true or otherwise.

Does anyone feel any different?

Where's the body?

Somebody's got to kill this creep.

Is that really necessary?

I'll kill him.

We really don't need a man to protect us.

I know I mistreated you in the past but there's no greater pain than being this close and not, not being able to reach you. And to comfort you.

Oh, I'm consumed with regret.

Why are they doing this to us?

Please, I'm so thirsty.

Please have mercy.

Are you hungry, too?

I'll slice off one of your mama's fingers and feed it to you!

Yes, I have sinned.

I gave no quarter.

Have mercy on my soul!

I don't want to do this!

You will do as you are tasked.

Who is this man?

What is this place?

You have been granted your sweet release from the world of the mortal.

Welcome to hell.

I can't die!

We have a contract!

No one gets away with sin.

Everybody suffers.