#and learn some basic fucking empathy

[bumblesimagines]

the rudy hate train is crazyy

OBX Fans: *Harass Rudy and Madison for YEARS about Jiara, harass their partners, scream and cry over Jiara, ship them irl to the point they get uncomfortable*

OBX Fans when actions have consequences:

Somewhat spoilers below but some of you need the reminder that Rudy is still a fairly new actor and OBX was his big break. It can be overwhelming and we've seen time and time again how easily fame breaks people, especially when it's sudden. An example? After sudden fame and going viral, Chappell Roan now suffers from depression. You shouldn't need to be told to care about the mental health and privacy of others.

Whether or not Rudy wanted out of the show, I support him. No, it is not unprofessional or selfish for him to put HIMSELF first. We do not know if it was Rudy or the Pates idea to end his arc like this but it does not warrant acting bitchy toward him.

How many times are we gonna watch actors crumble under the pressure, stress, and AUDACITY of fans before we realize they aren't fucking machines?

A lot of people in the tags need to learn some basic fucking empathy because you know what it reminds me of when people treat actors like this? How the people of the Capitol treat Victors in THG. With little to no respect.

[evviejo]

i've been slowly ploughing through essays that people wrote as part of the mock exams we held at the school where i work, and with each and every single piece of writing i grade, the urge to murder someone grows

i mean, yes, they are learners, they are doing their best, and yes, the topics they were given were a little silly

but if you insist on taking a c1 level cambridge english exam in the next few months, i would highly recommend learning how to use the present simple and that information and advice are uncountable nouns

for fuck's sake

[evilminji]

Okay but? We of the DPxDC? Are COMPLETELY Sleeping on DPXBNHA?

And not even for the Main Plot Shenanigans!

Just?? It has ALL of DC's super powers? But MORE OF THEM. And like 80% of the population has um! Danny can?? Finally achieve his DREAM of being???

JUST SOME DUDE™!

Yeah, he's in Japan. That's a bit of a learning curve. And YEAH, there was a cataclysmic war like a few centuries back that sorta... fucked everybody up. No one wants to talk about it. There may be mass graves and Never Forget memorials. But?

On the SURFACE!

This place seems utopian!

No ghost hunters! Advanced technology! Robust social services*!

Wait... what was that asterisk? What do you mean "corrupt shadowy government organizations"? What do you MEAN "Immortal Supervillians"? NO SPACE PROGRAM!?!? AaaaaAAAAAAAAAAH?!?!? I'M IN HELL!!! This is ACTUALLY THE BAD PLACE, THIS IS HELL, OH GOD NOOOOOOO-!!!!!!

Cause see?

There are SO MANY REASONS he'd end up there?

Think about it! Wish that he lived somewhere his weird biology wouldn't exclude him from becoming an astronaut? In Quirks having Bnha Japan EVERYBODY has weird biology! Y'ain't special! You could TOTALLY be an astronaut!..... if we HAD those! We do not. Shut down that program during the Quirk Wars and never really started it again. (And somewhere, Desiree LAUGHS)

Or MAYBE? Things are getting a little hot on the ground? Bit TOO spicy. The Family Fenton and Friends have fallen back, behind the barely holding shields. Not even the Mansons considerable political maneuvering could stop the inevitably of human fear and blind unthinking hatred. Money can't buy everything, in the end. There is only ONE(1) way out.

Through the Zone.

Plan: Strangers In A Strange World is a go.

They're all Limnal enough to fake it. Sam with her plants. Tucker with his technology and persuasion. Jazz with her limited empathy. Their parents with their... well, weirdness. And with a touch of ghostly assisted meddling? Well, they've always BEEN there! Haven't they?

And that's not to MENTION the random 4 year olds with no control! JUST coming into their powers! With all those big emotions in tiny bodies? Startling events and tantrums? Villian attacks? What could THEY possibly hope to do to control or guide that fresh new power? It does what it does and the rest of us are just along for the ride!

If Danny happens to be minding his business and gets accidentally kidnapped by a VERY distraught 4 year old? Well, that's hardly the KIDS fault, now is it? They're FOUR! That is basically a toddler! Tiny child! They are upset, confused, and didn't mean to do ANYTHING. He's a hero. And Heros don't blame little kids from accidents, no matter HOW stressed it makes them.

No, the curse like a sailor INSIDE their head. Like an ADULT.

Just? Imagine~☆

The slow transition from *starry eyed shoujo sparkles* "This is SO COOL~!" to "huh, that's... kinda weird. And Sus. Weird Sus. Maybe nothing... oh! A distraction!" To "okay, this KEEPS happening, that was shady. You all saw that right? You realize that's not NORMAL, right? That that's fucked up? Not cool?" To "oh god, oh God, OH GOD! I'm in HELL! This is actually HELL! I'm trapped in HELL!!! WHAT THE FUC-"

Like? This kid LOVES space. LOVES the stars. And this is one of the few Superhero Cannon that SPECIFICALLY MENTIONS that IN CANNON? Thanks to Quirks? As in Superpowers? That VERY THING got fuckin SCRAPPED. Gutted. Consigned to be a relic of the past so they could all focus on punching each other Real Good.

He would weep BLOOD. Chew the WALLS. The LEVEL of unhinged this child would unleash? Not as Danny Phantom... but as DANNY J. FENTON? Beautiful. Vaguely psychotic. Definitely doing the Fenton Name proud. God, the NOISE HE WOULD MAKE would be inhuman and yet somehow? Come entirely from his human half.

They👏 Would👏 Hear👏 BOSS👏 MUSIC👏

I don't even know if he'd CARE about the main characters. They'd be tangential at best. The man would be in a one man war with I-Island over their lack of space program and hoarding of scientific progress. Probably living out of an abandoned building or forgotten subway station. Just? The MOST bedraggled, feral genius to ever haunt Japan.

As opposed to the REFINED feral genius. Who is Nedzu.

I bet Danny stands outside his school at one AM waving his scientific papers at a camera and YELLS. Like a deranged lunatic. Mismatched slippers and a "haven't slept in a week" crazed glint in his eyes.

He's Nedzu's new best friend. They GET each other.

And, yes, Nedzu COULD let him in... but it's faster to just let him yell and read the papers through the camera. Who CARES if they both seem insane! Let's shout about advanced physics and engineering at 1 am! Over the speakers!!! Oh? You need to physically SHOW me the notes? Well I COULD unlock the gates... OR just wait for you to finish scrambling up the walls like a feral Racoon, to then throw yourself OVER them.

Either, Or.

I'm just SAYING! We are SLEEPING on this! There is so, SO much fun to be had! Danny breaks rules and minds! His outrage over injustice and the complete lack of SPACE! His protection instincts going BUCK FUCKIN WILD. The INDESCRIBABLE hate boner he would have for Mr. "Lemme just rip parts of your soul out so I can collect your powers like pokemon cards" AfO.

There? Is SO MUCH, guys. SO MUCH!

@hdgnj @the-witchhunter @babbling-babull @hypewinter @nerdpoe @lolottes @dcxdpdabbles @mutable-manifestation

[ljbrary]

you 🤝 missing the entire point

@blachernaepalace I want you to reread the above post again and tell me exactly one single time i ever mention the state of israel. just one. like literally a single time is all im asking for.

wait a minute though, you can't do that because this post was about how people constantly dismiss and excuse if not justify violence and hate against jews (specifically in regards to higher education in the united states), not about the policies or politics of a foreign government across the fucking ocean.

this post was about university presidents in the united states failing to condemn an explicit call to genocide and you are acting like its a psyop for a country on another continent.

i also find it interesting that you would even interact with this post at all because i never tagged it as anything even relating to israel, so unless you were explicitly looking at jewish tags you probably wouldn't have found this. what does that say about your priorities in this conflict?

im not even going to address the first half of your comment because it is evident that you don't know what the popular calling slogans of these protests even mean, and it is even more abundantly obvious that you couldn't give a shit about what i have to say about them, so i won't even waste my time there.

stop hiding behind geopolitical conflicts to justify your antisemitism, its not working.

yesterday i saw a video of the presidents of 3 major universities (harvard, upenn, and mit) refusing to attest to the fact that "calling for a jewish genocide" is harassment, because apparently that insanely explicit phrase is "dependent on context" before it can be considered against their codes of conduct. let me repeat that. explicitly calling for a genocide of a group of people is not considered harassment, unless they deem the context worthy enough of it. threatening to kill people based on their identity is now acceptable on college campuses in the united states because the act of explicitly threatening to kill them solely based on their identity is not enough "actionable context" to violate school policy.

an unequivocal call for mass death and violence needs to be put into "context." how many more times do i need to say it?

okay so i guess someone saying "im going to kill you" doesn't count as a threat until they actually do it?? like oh you thought they were kidding?? like what other "context" does explicitly calling for a group of peoples' death need???

and this is barely even getting attention. i feel like the fact that the leaders of these so-called prestigious institutions doing mental gymnastics to validate their antisemitism is concerning, if not the fact that they won't even acknowledge the heinous notion of the words "calling for a jewish genocide" being an acceptable part of speech when there are literally survivors of the last jewish genocide still alive to see them do it (not that there is a time limit on the acceptability of a statement like that, but just for some perspective, because apparently, that "context" is needed), or just the bare bones of it being they are excusing if not justifying by complicity the call to death of a group of people in general. the absurdity of that actually astounds me. the acceptability of it astounds me.

there are survivors of the last jewish genocide still alive, and people are not concerned about the call for the next one?? EXPLICITLY CALLING FOR THE DEATH OF A GROUP OF PEOPLE is "dependent on context"?? like hello??? know basic history please: if someone says they want to kill us, as a general rule of thumb we believe them, just based on past precedent.

how is it that someone with the mental capacity of an 8 month old learning object permanence is able to govern the leading institutions for thought and critical thinking in this country? "oh the jews are here right now, but even though i can see people explicitly calling for their deaths i will be so confused when the jews disappear at the hands of the very same people calling for their deaths! i wonder how this happened! where did the jews go!" how ludicrous does the situation have to get for people to pay attention, to condemn that? like this is concerning?? it's infuriating?? hello???

[sadesluvr]

FEEL. — mickey 17

somewhat inspired by @darkoies doctor c.ai! (NSFW)

w/c: 2.3K

As he felt his body temperature slowly begin to drop, Mickey knew that he’d been cloned again.  

He’d grown to accept that there was nothing like climatising to the perfect 20°C of the lab, sometimes laying there for hours with nothing but a sheet to cover his modesty – only if he’d been lucky enough to be attended to that quickly. Mickey seemed to be reborn in a lab full of people, yet he was always alone. 

Blinking, he fought to adjust himself to the sterile curing lights, expecting to be faced with Dorothy or one of the other scientists. Instead, he was met with warmth; rounder, fuller features staring down at him with a curious look and a gentle smile. He'd certainly never seen you before.

“...Vitals are surprisingly low,” the voice spoke. “Is this normal?” 

Instinctively Mickey opened his mouth to answer, clamping it shut once he realised you weren’t speaking to him, but a fellow doctor across the lab. He hoped you hadn’t noticed. He felt a bit silly. 

“I’m just going to put this in, ok? It’s a small chip to help us track your endocrine system, hormones, endorphins – those kinds of things. You shouldn’t feel a thing, it’s virtually weightless.” You spoke again, eyes occasionally making contact as you glanced down to reassure him, but more focused on dabbing at his skin with a wipe.

Mickey took a short breath, having not particularly grown accustomed to needles throughout any of his seventeen iterations. 

“Uh-huh... Why do I -” 

“All done.” You grinned, withdrawing the tool with a smile.

He couldn’t help but feel somewhat disappointed, selfishly wishing a flare up of some kind, anything that could get him to spend just a few more minutes longer with you. Anything was better than a meaningless afternoon within the four walls of his room. Pursing his lips, he pushed himself to sit upright, allowing for him to get a better view of you.  

“How do you feel?”  

“Fine...” he began, wringing his hands. “Though in my position I’ve learned that’s not much.” 

“I can’t imagine what it’s like to be an Expendable. I admire your bravery,” you began, leaning in, your faces a few centimetres apart. “Chin up.” 

Goosebumps peppered his skin as he felt your breath on his cheek, the warmth of your hands felt even through your plastic gloves as you held his face in place, running a torch over his eyes. 

“It’s not all bad,” he chuckled nervously. “I get to keep my memories.” 

“I don’t know if that’s a blessing or a curse. There are definitely a few things I’d like to forget...” 

“Like what?” he questioned, hoping that you wouldn't find his prying weird. He’d never get this far with any other doctor on the team. 

“Bad hairstyles for one,” you said with a soft sigh, stepping away from the man to enter something into a computer. "My entire college years, amongst other things.” 

“I bet they weren’t that bad,” he shrugged, brushing a wet, messy strand of his mousy brown hair from his eyes. “Nice girls like you definitely had a better time than me.” 

The statement seemed to illicit a smile.  

“Well,” you huffed as you scribbled something down on a clipboard. “Nice girls tend to finish last. That’s why I’m here. Other than the pay, being a doctor on Earth is pretty shit.” 

Mickey grinned, and this time let out a genuine, audible laugh, so unrestrained that his voice broke in the process. You hummed in amusement, presumably at the fact that the man had taken such glee in an offhand comment, before going back to your job and listing some rather important things about the tests being run.  

By that point Mickey had naturally zoned out, having heard all the doctors’ spiel before. What did it matter if hypertension could cause blackouts, heart attacks or death – he would just be reprinted anyway. In a fucked-up way, nothing really mattered... In what he thought would’ve been basic empathy, he hoped you could see him for who he was - less of a crash dummy and more of a human.  

- 

Marshall was fuming.

And by that nature, the whole lab was pissed off with you. 

The past few experiments had been complete failures – not due to misguided hypothesises, but because Mickey was a shitty lab rat. If you could even call him that.  

Over the few weeks that 17 had been cloned, nothing had gone to plan. Half the time, he’d passed out before research could begin, or hadn’t even been deemed fit to work. You’d only seen him in passing, being wheeled about on a table or through plexiglass – but you knew something was wrong…the numbers told you so. 

It was difficult. On Earth there were too many patients for you to really care about them in the way your cared for Mickey, but reading his past files and listening here-say from the other workers was enough to sympathise with him. From what Dorothy had told you, his past iterations had never been so stubborn, which was why it didn’t make sense for him to act up now. 

Arkady thought it to be a fault in the tech, that somehow he’d reprinted wrong…but you knew better.  

It was obvious he’d grown fond of you. You’d caught him staring multiple times, a distant smile dotted across his face as he carved out your visage through the haze of the testing room. Sometimes, he’d even wave. Discreetly, you did back. 

To be fair, you liked him too.

Naturally, it made sense for you to ‘deal’ with him. You clutched your clipboard to your chest as you walked down the empty corridors to a distant room, curtly waving away the guards as you entered. 

The brown haired man perked up, and if you weren’t facing expulsion – or death – from Marshall himself then you would’ve made a quip about it. 

“Oh - I, uh...They just shoved me in here, I have no idea what’s this all about —“ Mickey stammered, eyes glancing around the room frantically as if to search for a source of reason himself. You watched as he shrunk in on himself, seemingly realising from your crossed arms and pursed lips that you weren’t in a generous mood. 

“You shouldn’t be surprised. You haven’t been eating as much. Or sleeping,” you began, shoes tapping against the floor as you strolled towards him. He seemed to be trying (and failing) to divert his gaze from you, eyes as wide and watery as ever, and it occurred to you that it felt like a mean teacher punishing a schoolboy. “They wanted to throw you in the cell, but I convinced them to lend you to me under the name of science.” 

He nodded shyly and peered up at you from his bangs. 

“Our research is compromised if you go into a mission on two hours of sleep and low blood sugar. Then we look bad, and Marshall blows his gasket.” 

Mickey itched uncomfortably, contemplating something before the edges of his lips curved up into a small, jaunty smile. “...Isn’t there some kind of shot for that?” 

“That isn’t the point, Mickey,” you chided, ignoring his silly attempt at a joke. “Not everything can be fixed by a drug. We may be miles away from Earth, but most things are still down to basic biology. You’re still human.” 

The man sighed and cast his gaze to the floor, so much so that you couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him. 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get you into trouble with Marshall. If you let me out of here, I’ll tell him it’s my fault.” 

You fought to hold back a small smile. Here he was, essentially a complete stranger – a literal lab experiment - and yet was ready to take a bullet for you. It baffled you as to why nobody else saw the gentleness of humanity in Mickey – probably because no one was willing to give him a chance. Being labelled ‘Expendable’ would do that, all too ironic that he was the most important on the ship. To the whole regime, really.  

“There’s no need to do that...” you hummed. “I’m just annoyed I’ve overlooked things.” 

“…Like?” 

“Happiness, for one,” you began, slowly striding around the room to place your clipboard on a small table. “And attention. We tend to forget that we need it.” 

Mickey swayed his head, seemingly taking in what you were saying as he watched you like a hawk. As if his body had been pulled taught with a string, his back visibly straightened as you stopped in-front of him, your shins touching the tips of his thigh. Swallowing, he angled his head to look up at you, and your gazes met. 

“Be honest with me, Mickey…Did you stop eating just so you could see me?” 

He swallowed again, briefly diverting his gaze before looking back at you, running his tongue over his lips. Mickey was always cute, but he looked especially delectable in this angle. 

“Y-yeah…” he stammered. “I really didn’t mean to get you in trouble —“ 

“Why did you do that? Did you want my attention?” 

“Uh –“ 

“Do you like me?” 

His answered came in the form of a shy nod and an uneasy grip on your legs. In the best way, you were going to ruin him.  

“It’s okay,” you smiled. “You can touch me. I want you to.” 

Reaching out to embrace your torso, Mickey found himself softly stunned as you pulled away, comforted with the sight of you removing your lab coat and aptly peeling off your jumpsuit, discarding it across the cold floor. 

The man wasted no time in latching onto you, rubbing his face over your bare skin as he pressed wet, impassioned kisses against your stomach, making his way passed your bellybutton and towards your underwear.  

You threw your head back as you pulled him closer, placing your hands on top of his as he roamed your body, lithe fingers kneading the shape of your thighs and ass. In any other circumstance, you would’ve been trying to pleasure Mickey – and you were sure you would eventually – but you got the feeling that he only ever wanted to make you happy. 

Your pleasure was his pleasure. He was useful that way. 

Mickey let out a soft whistle from his nose, momentarily pulling away from getting his fix. 

“You smell like strawberries…” he murmured before nestling into you. Who would’ve thought that the perfume you’d grabbed from Earth right before jumping on this metal container would awaken something in him? 

Grinning, a purr escaped your lips as you lowered yourself onto Mickey’s thighs, one hand on his chest as you gently pushed him onto the bed, his back springing up ever so slightly from the recoil. He looked so beautiful like this; all desperate and wanting, eager to taste your lips. 

Pressing your lips against his, you gave him what he wanted. Though you’d never underestimated him, you were rather surprised by how skilfully his lips moved against your own, barely missing a beat as his hands worked your way up to your breasts. 

He let out a moan as he gave them a squeeze through your bra, eyes darting frantically between your chest and the sight below him – your ass grinding perfectly against his bulge. 

“You’re so sweet, Mickey, do you know that?” you teased, popping up to quickly push down his pants. “I hate the way they treat you.” 

“You aren’t like them…” he murmured. “You’re perfect.” 

If it wasn’t for hormones clouding your judgment, your heart would’ve stopped upon questioning the melancholy statement. You’d only treated him as any good doctor would – with respect – and yet he was comparing you to some kind of deity. 

Mickey stopped you with a firm grasp on your forearm, just as you began to reach down into his boxers. You were mildly shocked, almost expecting him to be completely passive in the act, but wasn’t adverse to the offer. In fact you rather liked it. 

“Let me.” He whispered. 

You obliged. 

Mickey let out a loud whimper as he sunk into you, his cock bottoming out in you nicely. He was average sized, but it completed you. You felt every pulse and twitch as you moved your hips along him, coating pink cock in a shiny film. 

He’d pawed at your chest now, popping a breast from inside the material and putting it into his mouth, sucking and licking at your nipple. You moaned at the contact, though quickly but down on your lip to suppress any more noises. At the end of the day, you were still technically a doctor on duty. 

Then again, Marshall was so weird that he’d probably enjoy your gratuitous display – limbs flailing and Mickey’s hair clung to his forehead from ecstasy. The ship was cold, but heat filled your body, tingling from your loins and rising through to your cheeks.  

You were so preoccupied with Mickey’s visual proof of euphoria that you’d barely noticed that his hands had made their way to your lower body, his hands holding the sides of your ass in position as you writhed against him. 

“Shit…” you stammered. “You’re so good…Don’t stop…” 

Naively, the man shook his head, staring up at you with puppy eyes. In an effort to impress you, he bucked his hips up into your wet pussy, squelching sounds louder and prominent than before. He seemed to be hitting your spot effortlessly. 

“Beautiful. God, you’re an angel…” he sighed, his squeaky, yet raspy accent as prominent as ever. He sounded like he was from New York. 

You’d ask him about it some day. 

As Mickey’s pace slowed, and your walls clenched around him, you could tell that you were both close. Honestly, you didn’t know whether you’d flop into his arms or if he would cave in on you, but somehow, even millions of miles from Earth, you grounded each-other.  

[yandereunsolved]

Yandere Five w/ apocalypse reader— 'the end of the world is the most unfortunate circumstance to develop an obsessive trauma bond.'

Yandere Five had been but a barely pubescent teen when he so wisely chose to manipulate time to win an argument with his dismissive parental figure. It was jarring in the beginning. Everything he had ever known had been stripped from him. There was nothing left but debris and blood.

He always had his powers to aid him, yet for the first time they failed. He realized that his reliance on them is what caused this problem in the first place.

How could he be so idiotic?

Fastrack, six years or so, he tended to lose track due to the harsh winter blocking what was left of the sun and the overarching smog always present. Where was he going with this? Oh, yes. It made it difficult to calendar because of the extenuating circumstances.

It had to be about February when he met you. The snow had settled over more monotonous ruins of what was probably a rural town. Most of the sun rays were blocked by smog and strange cloud formations manipulated by the effects of it all. Still, he could see you, leaning against what still stood of a brick building, devoring a stale-looking twinkie.

"This one's interesting, huh, Dolores?" Think we're gonna have to shoot em'?"

Yandere Five ends up sticking by your side to culminate resources and find your true reasoning for being here. That's totally the justification, yeah. It isn't as if he is incredibly touch starved and on the edge of losing what little sanity he had. He just needs to figure you out. That he does, a little too well.

Yandere Five becomes overbearing. You can't tell if you are being questioned by your future murderer or stalker. He demands you answer all his questions promptly and with the utmost truth. He doesn't fluff them and act nicely or reply with basic human empathy. He simply loses his edge after he learns one more thing about you.

Are you allowed to do the same to him in return?

Absolutely not.

You learning about him is on a need to know basis. So if he feels that you need to know it, you will.

Take him by his word. You have to.

Yandere Five isn't the largest fan of physical affection, or physical anything in fact. It takes years in the apocalypse for him to willingly be touched by you. That's at least how he tries to appear. His expressions are always so blank and dismissive. A sarcastic quip is always on the tip of his sharp tongue.

Yet after only a few months of traveling together, he is more than eager to feel your skin under his.

He doesn't want to be near you, no, but you injured yourself by being foolish. He warned you against it, and still you continued. So now he is using some of the minimal medical supplies you both have so he can patch you up. If both of you were back pre-apocalypse, then he would definitely install a tracker inside your arm. For protection, obviously.

He doesn't want to be touched, no, but you're shivering. Losing the only other seemingly living human being, besides Delores, in the apocalypse would leave him at a great disadvantage.

He doesn't want intimacy with you, no. He has just to cuddle you to protect you and keep the nightmares away. He has to kiss your irresistible lips to keep your morale up. He has to let his thoughts about you to linger about in private, unexplored places so he may relieve himself to release relaxing and happy hormones. It's simple as that.

Deep down, he knows the true reason is that he has become utterly smitten with you. He has just chosen to do his best to gaslight himself, even though statistics state it only makes those feelings worse. Perhaps he wants that. Maybe he just wants one person in this fucked-up world that is his and his wholly and unequivocally.

Yandere Five even gets rid of his beloved Delores for you. He was growing paranoid about her. She kept teasing him about how lovesick he was. She was talking about starting to fall in love with you too. The final straw is when she said she wanted a threesome with you. In the dead of night, he disposed of her, a bullet in her head.

Strangely enough you dropped the subject after asking once. It puzzled him. Did you truly dislike Delores that much to be so nonchalant about her disappearance? Did you know what he did? Of course you didn't. You obviously hated Delores and are glad she is gone.

Good.

He likes it this way.

No more distractions, just you two.

Yandere Five doesn't want to figure out the equation to get back to his pre-apoctalyptic life. He writes down a bunch of meaningful numbers in chalk. They aren't coordinations for returning to the academy. They're calculations about your possible romantic relationship, sexual aspects, how submissive you are, and more.

He has detailed a four letter plan in his private journal.

S ubmissivness — how complacent are you? are you gullible to his tactic? how strong is your moral code? would you go along with him knowing how truly infatuated he is with your very existence?

I nterest — how are you feeling? what are your reactions? he needs to know every single thing about you. he needs to know all of your likes just as importantly as your dislikes.

N eutrality — how will his actions affect you and everything else around you? what is the path that will keep you closest to him while also making him seem like the one in charge? this is how we will know if he has gone too far.

S way — how close are others getting to you? are they looking to befriend you? are their true intentions more sinister? he has to analyze every expression and every movement of those who make any contact with you.

You call it his diary. It is not a diary! Diaries are for feelings; journals are filled with statistics. Besides, you won't ever find the location of his actual diary. He writes it in southern Sumerian anyway. You don't have a chance at deciphering it.

Yandere Five meets the Handler while you are snoozing away after a particularly hard day of labor. He can't believe the promise this strange woman puts before him. He works for this Commission for five years, and after that, he's good as done. He gets you in whatever place he wishes for the rest of your lives.

It's a bunch of bullshit as far as he's concerned. Miracles usually don't come with strings attached. Then again, does he really have a choice? He doesn't want to see you suffer anymore than you already have.

So he takes this once in a lifetime 'golden' opportunity.

Let's just hope this one doesn't bite him in the ass.

Yandere Five tells you that he has a way to get you out of here. The both of you just have to spend a little time away from each other. His body psychically aches while way from you, and it isn't just because he's a crotchety old man. The both of you weren't going to be young forever.

He doesn't necessarily hate the job until he learns that killing you is part of keeping the time continuum in check. He doesn't wait a day after learning that information. He takes your hand and escapes somewhere in the past.

Of course his calculations were rushed and were off in the worst possible way. Of course he ends up in the middle of his father's funeral, both of you stuck in your thirteen-year-old bodies. Of course Kalus has to make a sex joke about it.

Damn it! He wants to scream at the top of his lungs.

He needs you! He had you all to himself, and then other people just had to fuck it up.

It's okay. It's okay.

He'll figure out a way to stop all of this and keep you forever.

Forever. What a pleasant thought.

[weaponizedducks]

one thing i love about the httyd books is that hiccup wasn't born with the ability to speak dragonese. it wasn't some 'chosen one' thing that caused hiccup to feel empathy for the dragons- it was hiccups genuine love and fascination towards them. he learned dragonese because he wanted to- because he wanted to be able to understand them. also the fact that dragonese is a learnable language for humans solidifies the fact that the dragons are not senseless animals or pets as they kind of are in the movies. they are of equal intelligence and sentience as humans- which calls into question the ethics of using them as hunting animals and modes of transport and basically glorified slaves. which was basically what the dragon rebellion was started over.

also from the stories and flashbacks about hiccup the first and hiccup the second we get the sense that dragonese was a common language for humans to know as well. havent read the books in a bit so correct me if im wrong but both hiccups and grimbeard knew dragonese, and dragons lived alongside humans as equals at that point in time (at least up until grimbeards reign.) the dragons started being mass enslaved by grimbeard because of a peaceful protest against the dragon enslavement that turned violent (btw it only got violent because grimbeard killed his fucking son. so.) so yeah the fact that the dragons were turned into glorified (forcefully enslaved!!) pets is actually horrific and they had every right to break free.

whats also horrific is that this abuse only ended with hiccup. hiccup was the first one to question this. he was the first person to see dragons as equal. the first to take the time to learn their language. he was the first to properly empathise with them. if he hadnt then the dragons would have continued to be enslaved until they either died out or eventually broke free (and even then their rebellion was triggered by the dragon furious, who hiccup freed)

also this shows how harmful learned abuse and weaponised incompetence can be. this tradition of dragon training and seeing them as less than was passed on and expected of young children who didnt know any better. and the hooligans (and most of the vikings tbh) whole thing was being proudly uneducated and not taking the time or having the capacity to see the harm they were causing. this kept going and going until hiccup. (also its very telling that the wanderers did not have this tradition of enslaving dragons. and were enslaved themselves)

so yeah the events of the series only happened because hiccup took the time to actually understand and communicate with the dragons instead of mindlessly yelling at them

rant partially inspired by @pine-dragon's wonderful post about httyd dragons

[cherrylovelycherry]

ratio angst ratio angst ratio angst x female reader pretty pretty please

.note. you asked for it and here it is! (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

𓂅new order. "tarte aux fraises and a pain au chocolat."

Fiancé

pairing. dr ratio x fem!reader cw/genre. angst, arguments, ratio being a jerk, some comfort, mentions of loss/miscarriage, more angst synopsis. you love your fiancé after all, right?… right? full menu

Of course another day you both are bickering...again.

He was reading some boring books about a topic he's interested in when he noticed you walking near him, and as usual his eyes are already trained on you, but he just continues reading, acting as if he's not even noticing you right at that moment.

Yet his mind is slowly shifting its attention towards you, and of course he can't deny how annoyed he feels because of the fact that you both just had another stupid argument, and because of his proud and fucking logical personality of his, he just couldn't bring himself to approach you or say anything after what he said to you.

And his stoic face just remains unreadable at that moment, continuing to read his book but his mind is now elsewhere and thinking of.. you. Or at least is what you want to think.

After taking a good look at you, he spoke.

"Did you needed something?"

The question came out in an indifferent tone to him, as if he doesn't even care and is just asking you just because he felt like it. His eyes still on the book.

He heard you let out a deep huff, which makes him internally roll his eyes.

He heard you mumbling something under your breath, which didn't go unnoticed by him, and he finally put down the book on his lap, lifting his gaze up so he can look at you now.

"What was that? Care to speak up?"

He questioned in a cold tone, his eyes not leaving yours, watching how your expression changed immediately as soon as his gaze is now on you. He patiently waited for your next words, and all that he can think about was how you two just had a trivial argument and here you are again, just.. bicker like you always do.

"Could you prepare me something to eat?" You dared to speak, raising your voice a little more.

He was always the one who cooked, but not because you don't know how to cook, or well, you know the basics, almost little, it was because you are afraid of fire.

It wasn't even a surprise to him on how you're acting right now.

He rolled his eyes at you.

"No."

He replied shortly, his tone blunt and cold. He then picked the book up and resumed his reading, acting as if he could care less about your presence right at the moment.

If you wanted to eat anything, you'd have to make it yourself. He was not going to give in that easily.

Your heart sank at his cold response.

You couldn't believe how unreasonable he was being.

"Please. I'm hungry." You tried again, not in a demanding voice, but in a pleading one, hoping that he would give in, but knowing him, he probably won't.

He let out a sigh, as if your plea had annoyed him more than it should. He closed the book and put it away from his lap, his eyes now looking up at you.

"If you're hungry, you should learn how to fix yourself something to eat." He said in a cold tone.

Your face fell at his response.

You just wanted a meal, just a little bit of kindness.

"But I don't know how."

You mumbled quietly, your head hanging low.

"It's time you learn. Or just starve. I don't care."

His tone was firm, showing no sign of sympathy or empathy towards you and your situation.

Your heart clenches at his words.

You could feel your heart tightening in your chest, feeling as if you can't breathe for a moment.

Collecting your little dignity left at the time, you went to another part of the department. Just come back a few minutes later.

You slowly approached where he was sitting, now checking his phone.

And just as you opened your mouth to say something, he spoke first.

"I'm busy,"

"Please, Veritas."

You said in a pleading voice, hoping that he'd at least show a little bit of mercy.

But of course, he just shook his head and looked at you with a cold, emotionless gaze.

"And I told you, no. Stop being so dependent."

"But-" You were about to protest.

He was being cold again.

"No buts. My answer is final." He retorted in a stern tone, interrupting you once again before you could even say anything more.

Of course he'd be like this.

Your heart sank. You felt the lump on your throat forming.

"You need to learn to be independent and stop depending on me for every damn thing. It's not my job to feed you. You're not a child anymore."

He said, his tone cold and firm.

You sighed again and left the living room, just to go to your shared room.

You thought for a few more minutes, it wasn't the best idea, but you were really hungry. So you grabbed your cell phone and opened the fast meals home app.

You were choosing a good choice of the big variety.

As you were on the bed, choosing, you heard footsteps approaching the room, and soon enough the door opened slowly.

There, you saw your boyfriend leaning against the frame, looking at you. He had a bored expression on his face.

"What are you doing?"

Damn, he even followed you to the room?

You hesitated for a moment, you didn't want him to question you right now.

But you knew you had no choice, he already found out.

"Ordering food," you muttered quietly, avoiding his gaze.

He was silently studying your face for a moment, his eyes scanning your expression and body language, and for some reasons, he looked a bit annoyed.

He approached the bed and skillfully removed your phone from your hands

"It's a bad way to spend our money," he said.

"Go, cook you something," he added, as he left the room, with your phone.

You felt your heart sink deeper again. That hurt.

He wasn't being caring, he didn't even care about you. He was being rude and cold as usual, just when you expected him to show a little understanding, even just a little bit.

You bit your lower lip.

Of course, he wasn't going to allow you to order food. You should've known better.

He knew you had a hard time being in the kitchen, and he still has the audacity to do this.

You sat there for a long time, before finally deciding to get up and go to the kitchen. You wanted to prove to him that you could do it, that you weren't incompetent.

You entered the kitchen with a heavy heart.

As you look around the kitchen, you were slightly overwhelmed with the task at hand. You were unsure of what to make, and you felt your stomach rumble with hunger.

You wanted to cry in frustration.

You opened the fridge, looking for anything that was easy enough for you to make. But the more time you spent looking, the more intimidated you felt.

As your eyes scanned the various ingredients, you let out a deep sigh. You had no idea what to do.

For once, you just wish he could've helped you, or at least not be such a cold jackass when you needed him to.

You took longer than you expected, even having to clean up the big mess you had done in the kitchen.

With a knot in your chest and throat, you walked to the table with the plate in your hand.

It was the most horrible thing you've ever seen and done.

It didn't even look like food, much less edible.

But you had no choice.

You sat at the table, while you ate what you had prepared.

You couldn't help but feel ridiculous.

Your blurred view made it almost impossible to see what was on the plate, while you occasionally felt your salty tears while taking bites of food.

Was this his way of punishing you for the fight you two had?

As you ate, your mind drifted to the moment you and him had argued.

You knew it was a stupid fight, over something silly as always. You both always argued over small things, and it always ended with him being cold and aloof, and you feeling frustrated and upset.

You wondered if you two would ever be able to go back to how you were in the beginning.

The days when he was sweeter and more affectionate, the days when arguments were rare, and the days when you felt truly loved and appreciated by him.

You were deep in your thoughts when you heard a phone ringing, bringing you back to reality.

It was coming from the living room, probably his.

But as you were about to get up, you heard your boyfriend walking towards the kitchen instead.

He was holding his phone in his hand, and he looked slightly surprised when he saw you.

He approached the table and sat in the chair opposite you.

He leaned his elbows on the table, still holding the phone, and he gave you a strange look.

The expression on his face was unreadable to you.

His reddish eyes scanned you, taking in how you looked.

You must look awful right now.

You are still crying, your eyes were probably red and swollen, and you were sure your face was a mess.

He didn't say anything at first. He just looked at you, his gaze flickering from your face to the plate in front of you.

You could tell he noticed the mess you had made in the kitchen, probably because you can't cook properly, a fact that he's well aware of.

He still wasn't saying anything.

His eyes still on you.

You felt his gaze, you could feel it burning through you.

Eventually, he broke the silence that was hanging in the air.

"You tried cooking, huh?" He said in a low, unreadable tone.

His tone was neutral, but you could sense a hint of something in it, but you couldn't quite tell if it was surprise, mocking, or something else.

You nodded in response, still trying to hold back your tears.

There was another moments of silence, as his eyes never left your face.

You were going to eat another bite of the raw, burnt food on your plate, but before you could, Ratio got up from his seat, grabbing your plate and fork and taking it to the kitchen.

When he did that, you didn't even look at him, you just looked at the table.

You were biting your lip so that the sobs wouldn't come out of your mouth.

'How humiliating,' you thought.

You stayed silently in your seat, hearing Ratio move around in the kitchen.

You were going to get up from the chair, it was already a few minutes and at least you wanted to go to your room.

But before you could get up from the table, he walked back into the kitchen and placed a plate of food in front of you.

You could smell the good food from the plate he had put in front of you.

His expression was not one of indifference as it often was, but there was something else.

You knew how to recognize that expression.

He didn't say anything, but the way he looked at you, it was different. There was a hint of guilt in his eyes. He looked almost hesitant.

He sat on the chair next to you.

"Eat, don't cry anymore," he said, while with one of his thumbs he wiped your wet cheek.

His gesture had surprised you.

You didn't expect him to be so sweet, especially since he had been so cold just a few moments earlier.

His hand lingered on your cheek for a few moments, but then he moved his hand away, still looking at you.

You nodded, swallowing a sob.

You loved your fiancé.

Fuck.

You two just had an argument in the middle of the street.

Why did this always happen?

It was a shameful thing to feel the glances of strangers walking near where you were.

You were both arguing loudly in the middle of the street, and passers-by couldn't help but look at you with surprise or annoyance.

They could probably feel the tension between you two.

Ratio had his usual expressionless expression on his face, while you were gesticulating and getting more and more frustrated.

"I don't understand why you can't just-!"

"I've told you time and time again-!"

You both were interrupting each other and not letting each other finish.

You could feel the eyes of the passers-by on you, some even stopped to watch the scene.

You were sure that you both looked like a couple of idiots fighting in the middle of the street.

"I don't care!"

You raised your voice and crossed your arms.

Ratio looked at you with irritation, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Stop being so stubborn."

He replied, his tone firm and cold.

"I'm not being stubborn, you just won't listen to me!"

You protested.

After one more exchange of words, you and he remained silent.

The cold air grazed your face.

The silence between you was deafening.

It felt like hours since either of you spoke, the only sound between you was the soft hum of the air.

Your heart was racing, you could hear your own breathing.

He was just staring directly at you, his unreadable expression.

You didn't want to say anything, but you were forced to do it, because you two still couldn't go home.

"We need to buy groceries," you said, without gesticulating the words too much.

Ratio clenched his jaw slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Instead, he started walking, passing by you without saying a word.

You sighed, following him closely.

The atmosphere between you remained tense and silent as you both walked to the nearby store.

The walk to the store was uncomfortable and silent.

You two just walk side by side, not saying anything or making eye contact.

But you felt his presence next to you.

He had his hands in his pockets, and he look straight ahead, his expression impassive.

As you two approached the store, you suddenly felt his hand brush against yours.

His touch was fleeting, and it was almost like it was an accident.

You were surprised by the touch, but you didn't pull away.

For a brief moment, his fingers gently grazed the back of your hand, and you felt a slight shiver run down your spine.

But as soon as it happened, he quickly withdrew his hand, putting it back in his pocket. He didn't look at you, his face completely impassive.

You felt a bit confused by his sudden gesture.

You glimpse at him from the corner of your eye, trying to see if he had done it intentionally or if it had been an accident.

His expression was still the same.

You were so damn weak for him.

When you two got to the grocery store, you started grabbing some products.

You both were silent, still not speaking as you moved around the store.

You tried to focus on shopping and not on the tension between you two.

As you walked together down one of the aisles, he suddenly spoke.

"We're out of coffee mix," he said in a low, cold tone.

You looked at him, noticing the way his eyes glanced at you for a moment.

That was the first thing he'd said since the argument.

You thought for a moment before answering.

"Yeah, I know," you replied quietly.

There was a noticeable lack of warmth and affection in your tone.

The air between you was still tense, the argument still unresolved and both of you still upset with each other.

As you two walked past the coffee aisle, you noticed how his eyes shifted to the small coffee packets.

He looked at them for a moment, a flicker of thought in his eyes.

For your part, you took a brand of coffee that you liked before you did the action of placing it in the shopping cart.

However, before you could put the coffee mix into the cart, Ratio snatched it from your hand.

He look at the packaging of the item for a moment, his eyes scanning the label.

"This one is too sweet," he said, still holding the packet in his hand.

You couldn't help rolling your eyes.

"I like it," you said in a defiant tone.

He ignored your reply and put the packet back on the shelf.

Instead, he recorded another packet from the shelf that was next to it.

It was a darker, stronger-looking mix than the one you wanted.

"This one is better," he said bluntly.

You grabbed another packet of the shelf by putting it in the shopping cart.

"We agreed that we were going to take turns for the brand," you said, trying to close the issue.

Ratio glanced at the packet you had put in the cart, and he frowned.

He grabbed it from the cart and put it back on the shelf.

"If I hadn't made you remember that we're out of coffee, you wouldn't care," he said, placing the instant coffee brand he liked in the cart.

You felt a sense of irritation rise up in you.

Why couldn't he accept your option when it was your turn to choose?

"Veritas, it's my turn to choose," you said firmly. "You should respect that."

Ratio just looked at you with a cold expression, as he put another packet of that coffee mix in the cart.

"I'm not going to waste money on a bad product," he said bluntly.

'He's behaving like this just because of the argument?', you thought.

You were starting to become frustrated with the whole situation.

First the unresolved argument in the middle of the street, and now he was acting like an annoying child just because he didn't like your coffee choice.

"You're behaving like a child," you said, looking straight at him.

His eyes met yours, and there was a hint of irritation in his expression.

"I'm not the one being ridiculous right now," he replied, his tone cold.

You took your hand to the bridge of your nose, sighing exasperately.

"You know what? Fine, choose that one."

Then you put the brand of coffee you liked inside the cart. "I'm going to pay for this with my money," you said, as you closed the conversation.

You knew it was a waste to buy two different brands of coffee, but you weren't going to fall behind on this.

Ratio looked annoyed by your stubbornness, but he didn't say anything.

You both walked in silence down the aisle looking for the remaining items.

The tension between you two was still palpable, and the air felt thick.

You glimpse at him from the corner of your eye, noticing how he was avoiding looking at you directly.

He looked slightly irked, his jaw clenched slightly.

You felt a bit annoyed seeing his expression, but you wouldn't say anything about it.

He had started all this.

Once you two finished shopping, you left the grocery store, handing out the bags to load, as you had never been a fan of seeing him carry all the shopping bags.

To great luck you had, it had started to rain.

As you stepped out of the store, you immediately felt the cold, damp air on your skin.

You shivered slightly, feeling the raindrops hit your face.

You look up at the sky, the rain falling harder now.

'This is just great,' you thought, feeling a mixture of annoyance and disappointment.

Ratio was by your side, looking equally as annoyed.

"Just perfect," he muttered, his voice low.

You both had to go back to the store so you could buy a simple umbrella.

Having the umbrella already, you started walking next to him.

"This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been so obsessed with that coffee mix," you said, looking at him with a slight edge in your voice.

Ratio just gave you a look, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"It's not my fault you have such terrible taste in coffee," he replied.

You didn't answer, you just rolled your eyes.

You were going to keep walking, but your sight stopped in your shoes, your laces were untied, so you had to stop.

Once you knelt down so you could tie your shoes, you had to leave the shopping bags on the floor for a moment.

As you began to barely grab your shoe laces, you felt the rain start to wet you again.

You quickly raised your head, watching Ratio, who was carrying the umbrella, continue walking.

Oh, you really thought he would stop.

"Hey!" you called out to him.

Ratio seemed to realize that you had stopped and he stopped walking.

He turned around and looked at you, an impatient expression on his face.

"What," he said, his tone cold.

You gave him an annoyed look.

"You didn't notice that I had stopped," you replied.

Ratio rolled his eyes, an almost unnoticeable gesture, but you caught it.

"I thought you would catch up," he replied, his voice still cold.

"Well, I can't tie my shoes and run at the same time," You muttered.

With nothing else to add, he turned around and continued walking.

You haven't noticed that yet.

But once you've finished tying your shoe laces, you got up from the ground, grabbing the shopping bags you left on the floor.

You saw him much further away, almost a block away from where you were.

Your heart skipped a beat when you realized that Ratio leave you behind.

You stayed there for a while, watching him walk, not even turning a little bit towards where you had stayed.

It was you and the heavy rain falling on you.

What a ridiculous thing. Again.

At least it would have been a nice time if you just liked the rain, but you didn't. You didn't like the rain, especially because you got sick easily.

And he knew that perfectly well.

You swallowed hard, before you started walking, without running or rushing your way to reach it.

'Idiot,' you thought.

You walked behind at a distance, keeping your head down.

Your clothes were already very damp, and you felt cold shiver run through your body.

The rain continued to fall heavily, making you feel more and more uncomfortable.

You shouted your teeth in irritation, frustrated that he had just left you behind like that.

He knew how much you disliked the rain, and yet he didn't care about it.

And why? Because you two had, again, an argument.

By the time you got to the apartment you shared with him, it took you a little bit to put the key in the lock, as your hands were shaking a little bit because of the cold.

Once you got in, you saw the bags he had on the table.

Oh, of course, he had arrived before you.

You walked inside, feeling your clothes sticking to your skin, drenched in rain.

You felt cold and tired, but you were too annoyed to do anything about it.

As you placed the bags in the table, you heard a noise coming from the bedroom. Probably Ratio who was changing clothes.

You didn't want to think about him right now, you just wanted go take a hot shower.

You started taking off your clothes, discarding them on the floor.

You then entered the bathroom, closing the door, and turned on the hot water on the shower.

The hot water streamed down on your body, warming you.

You stood under the water for a long moment, trying to warm yourself up, when you felt the door of the bathroom open.

Ratio stepped into the bathroom silently, taking off his clothes.

He walked over to the shower, opening the door, the hot water spraying on both of you.

You felt him behind you, his presence close to yours.

None of you said anything for a long moment.

The only sound was the water falling on your skin and the floor of the shower.

He was so close to you, physically but also so far away from you mentally. His chest just a few inches away from your back.

He put his hands on your waist, his thumbs tracing slow circles on your skin.

You felt a shiver run through your body, but not because of the cold.

His touch was slow, almost gentle.

But you moved, making his touch fade away.

Ratio noticed your movement, and he withdrew his hands from your waist.

You started washing your hair, ignoring the tension between you two.

He stayed there, just watching you, his gaze fixed on you.

You could feel his eyes on you as you washed your hair and body.

There was a tense moment of silence, as none of you spoke.

You didn't even look back at him, you didn't want to see his face.

The only sound was the water hitting your skin and the floor of the shower.

Until he spoke again.

"Do you want me to help you?" His voice came out calm, almost soft.

The question caught you a little bit on guard.

You didn't expect him to say that.

You remained still for a moment before answering.

"No, I can do it myself," you replied dryly.

You continued washing your hair, trying to ignore his presence behind you.

Ratio moved closer to you, standing right behind you.

You could feel the heat radiating from his body, his naked body just a few inches from yours.

He brought his hand to your hair, starting to massage the shampoo into your scalp.

His movements were gentle, almost tender.

Fuck. No matter how much you wanted to refuse his touch, you couldn't.

You were weak.

You felt his fingers massaging your scalp gently, and you involuntarily leaned back slightly into his touch.

This whole situation was messing with your head.

Here you were, showering with your boyfriend, with whom you had just had a pretty heated argument, and he was giving you such soft, tender touch.

You could almost forget your annoyance and anger at him. Almost.

Still, you stayed silent, not saying anything.

So as not to keep getting lost in his caresses, you finished washing yourself and left the shower.

Your feet wet the bathroom floor, as you walked into the bathtub, which you had filled with hot water.

You let yourself be immersed in the water, feeling your body relax.

Ratio finished washing his hair and body, and stepped out of the shower.

He turned off the water, recording a towel to dry himself.

He glanced at you in the bathtub, his eyes roaming over your water body.

He approached you.

He didn't say anything, but he looked at you, as if he was trying to read your thoughts.

"Can I go in too?" He dared to ask.

You looked at him, meeting his gaze.

His wet hair was falling over his green eyes, his face slightly flushed from the hot water.

You ended up nodding, not knowing where to move for, because you didn't know which side he wanted to sit on.

Ratio entered the tub quietly, moving to the opposite side of you.

You both stared at each other in silence, not knowing what to say.

There was a tension in the air, and the atmosphere felt so heavy.

You watched each other, your gazes locked together.

Then Ratio spoke.

"Come here" He said.

You flinched a little from his words, a bit surprised.

But his voice was gentle and almost tender, his eyes almost begging you to go near him.

You had tried to stay indifferent, but Ratio knew exactly what to say to get through to you.

Although at first you were reluctant, you ended up moving to his side of the bathtub.

You sat between his legs.

Ratio wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You felt his chest against your back.

His touch was light, almost reverently. His large hand moved over your stomach, tracing small circles over your skin.

He stayed silent, as if he were just enjoying the moment, having you in his arms.

You allowed yourself to lean on his chest, closing your eyes.

You sat there in silence, feeling Ratio's touch gently caress your stomach.

It was almost surreal, the way he was acting. As if the argument from before had been erased.

You began to relax into his arms, feeling the warm water of the tub, and his gentle caresses.

No words were spoken between you two, just the subtle sound of water.

His touch was almost soothing, and you felt the tension slowly slipping away.

You were definitely weak. And all because you loved your fiancé.

You had been patient, waiting every time he told you to wait.

There was something you had to tell him about, something that would change your life and his.

But as always, you had to be 'patient.'

You both were laying in the bed, in the dark silence of the night.

Ratio was asleep, while you laid there, wide awake.

You couldn't sleep, your mind filled with thoughts.

You had kept the information to yourself just because he had told you to wait patiently.

But you couldn't wait any longer. You had to tell him.

So you turned around, moving closer to him.

"Ratio." You called out his name in a low voice.

He stirred slightly at the sound of his name, his sleep disturbed.

He opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the darkness.

Then he looked at you, his gaze a bit sleepy.

"What…?" He mumbled, his voice groggy with sleep.

You could tell he was a bit irritated at the fact that you had woken him up, but you tried to ignore his expression.

"I need to talk to you," you said, your voice low but firm.

Ratio groaned, but he sat up on the bed, running a hand through his messy hair.

"Can this wait until tomorrow?" He said, clearly still tired.

You shook your head, your eyes fixed on his face.

"No, it can't wait until tomorrow," you insisted.

Ratio sighed, clearly irritated that you were interrupting his sleep.

"Honey, yes, you can wait until tomorrow," he said, settling back in bed.

"I have to work in the morning,"

And yes, the same thing happened in the afternoon and at night. You even tried again after a few days, but the same thing happened.

But you assumed it was okay, because you tried to be understanding. You'd have time to tell him later.

You hated fighting, especially if it was about being inside the car.

There were always the grave silences.

It was horrible.

The whole situation was horrific in itself.

You remember the last time you argue, you were also shopping.

You were putting things inside the car, and once you and he finished doing it, Ratio headed to the driver's seat.

You were going to sit in the back seat, as you were too uncomfortable to sit in the co-pilot seat.

But just as you had opened the door, you closed it, because it was a call from work.

"Yes, I know, I left the reports in the first drawer… No, on the one on the left," you started talking, walking a few steps away from the car.

It took you almost five minutes to realize that the car was no longer behind you.

Actually, you wouldn't have noticed that he left, because you only did it when you turned around.

"Ah, yes, forgive me… right, okay, I'll call you in a while," you spoke, in a low voice, almost necessarily.

And you hung up the call, now looking at the empty place in the parking lot.

The car was gone. Ratio was gone.

You felt the heart stop in your chest.

You just stood there in the middle of the parking lot, alone.

You almost couldn't believe that he had done that yet again.

Leaving you behind after an argument. Again.

That day you had to walk home, not because it was dramatic, but because your bag had been left in the back seat of the car. You thought about ordering a taxi, but they still didn't deposit your payment.

When you got home, he wasn't there yet, which was strange to you.

After a few minutes, he walked into the apartment and seeing you on the couch, he came quickly and hugged you.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice low.

Ratio held you tightly, burying his face in your hair.

You could feel his arms around you, holding you close, as if he was trying to keep you there.

What had really happened, is that when you closed the car door, he believed you were inside too. And because he was upset at the time, he didn't bother to see you through the rear-view mirror of the car.

And by the time he noticed and went back to the parking lot, you weren't there anymore.

You grabbed your seatbelt on you with one hand, touching and feeling the material under your fingertips.

"Why can't you be more responsible?"

He questioned.

His voice was cold and he looked annoyed, and there was no need to add that he was pissed.

"Can't I go to a party in peace without you lecturing me?"

You counterattacked him, returning the same hostility.

He let out a scoff, while making sure to concentrate on driving.

"You don't even know how to behave, or how to take care of yourself."

He shot you an accusatory glare.

You clenched your jaw tightly, barely containing your anger.

"I'm not a child, you know I can take care of myself just fine," you retorted through gritted teeth.

Ratio rolled his eyes, as if your statement was nothing but a foolish one.

"Please," he said, his tone mocking. "It's painfully obvious that you can't."

"Not like I need you to babysit me," you retorted, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

Ratio shot you an annoyed look before refocusing his gaze on the road.

"Obviously you do, considering the ridiculous decisions you make," he retorted, his voice filled with irritation.

You bristled at his comment, feeling your anger rise up.

"I don't need your constant lectures to know how to make decisions. I can manage my life just fine without your approval."

Ratio huffed, clearly not accepting your defiance.

"Clearly not, since you insist on continuing to act childish and irresponsible."

You wanted to snap back and tell him to mind his own business, but you held your tongue.

The ride continued in an icy silence, the tension in the car almost palpable.

Ratio kept his eyes fixed on the road, his face set in a stern expression.

You could feel his annoyance radiating off of him, but you refused to back down.

"Can't you just lighten up for once?" You finally broke the silence, letting your frustration show.

Ratio didn't look at you, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"I would if I didn't have to deal with your foolishness every damn day."

The words stung, and your anger flared up anew.

"Oh, so it's my fault that you're always in such a rotten mood, huh?" You said, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

Ratio let out a scoff, his patience clearly thinning.

"Perhaps if you acted like a proper adult, I wouldn't be so stressed all the time."

"I am acting like a proper adult," You snapped back, your temper starting to get the better of you.

Ratio gritted his teeth, his annoyance becoming more evident.

"And what, you want a pat on the back for that?" You clenched your fists, your irritation reaching new levels.

"Maybe I do. Maybe I deserve a bit of credit instead of getting lectured all the time."

Ratio huffed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"Credit for what, exactly? Reckless behavior and lacking common sense?"

"Shut up, Veritas," You let go, with the feelings blossoming.

At those words, his irritation transforming into anger.

The air in the car became tense as the silence grew heavy.

"Excuse me?" He finally spoke his voice dropping an octave.

You knew you had crossed a line.

"I said shut up," you repeated.

"I can take care of myself and I know how to behave like a damn adult,"

Ratio abruptly pulled the car into the side of the road, parking the vehicle.

He turned to you.

"You truly think you're so capable, don't you?"

You met his gaze directly.

"I know I am," you retorted, your voice cold.

His gaze turned away from yours, looking forward.

"If that so then," you heard him mutter. But before you could answer that, you spoke again, this time in a tone of voice that you could understand clearly.

"Get out of the car,"

Your eyes widened in shock.

"What?"

You were taken aback by his words, not expecting him to say such a thing.

Ratio repeated his command, his voice firm.

"I said get out of the car. Now."

You hesitated for a moment, your mind racing.

"But—"

"But nothing. Get out," Ratio cut you off, not allowing any further arguments.

His tone left no room for discussion.

"You can't be serious," you said, your voice shaking slightly.

But Ratio's expression was resolute.

"I am. Get out of the damn car."

You stared at him for a moment, feeling a wave of fear and anger mixed together.

The night air was cool, and the lack of streetlights made the deserted road feel even more isolated.

You instinctively brought a hand to your belly.

Then, you unbuckled your seatbelt with trembling hands.

Without saying a word, you opened the car door.

"Fine," you muttered, getting out of the car.

As you stood outside the vehicle, the cold wind hit you like a slap.

You looked back at Ratio, who was still seated inside, his expression unreadable.

"You said you can take care of yourself, right? So prove it." He said.

His words felt like a punch in the gut.

You looked around, noticing how deserted the area was.

You turned back to him, a mixture of anger and fear in your eyes.

"You can't seriously expect me to—" you started, but Ratio cut you off.

"You said you were an adult. Act like one."

And without waiting for an answer from you, he just started the engine, leaving you there.

The sound of the car engine growing fainter as it pulled away was like a dagger to your heart.

You were suddenly hit with the harsh realization of the situation.

You were alone in the middle of nowhere, with no other cars in sight.

The fear and anger you had felt earlier turned into a mix of anxiety and desperation.

You looked around, trying to figure out what to do next.

Again, your hand was directed at your belly.

You were scared for your safety.

Not to mention that the sudden, strong desire to cry was catching you.

You couldn't believe that Ratio had actually left you there, in the middle of nowhere.

You looked back at the road, silently hoping that Ratio would come back and tell you it was just a sick joke.

But deep down, you knew that wasn't the case.

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you quickly brushed them away, trying to hold them back.

You took a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself.

While you were holding your hand in the same position as before, your thumb moved slightly, gently stroking the zone.

"It's okay," you said.

You didn't know how you did it, but you did, you were able to get to the apartment.

You had to walk a few blocks, because there was literally nobody in that area of the city.

That until you finally managed to order a taxi.

You're still somewhat anxious, because you really were lucky, those kinds of situations never go well.

You knocked on it and waited for a couple of seconds, until finally, the door opened, revealing Ratio with an irritated expression.

"You came back."

He said, his voice flat.

You didn't respond.

Instead, you pushed past him and entered the apartment, your heart was still racing.

You walked past him silently, but he closed the door behind you, then followed you.

The apartment was quiet, the only sound was the hum of the air conditioner.

With quick steps, you went to the main bathroom.

You closed the door behind you, leaning on the door as you felt like you were going to fall to the ground and cry.

You leaned against the cold surface, trying to catch your breath and calm the beating of your chest.

Tears filled your eyes once again, but this time you didn't hold back.

You didn't make any noise, but the tears were falling silently and unstoppably. Your throat burned.

He had left you alone on a deserted road, in the middle of nowhere, and for what?

To provide a point?

To teach you a lesson?

It was unfair, it was cruel, and it was hurtful.

You couldn't hold it in any longer, the tension and fear releasing themselves in shaky sobs.

You wished you had someone to be with you, to hug you. To love you.

Not even just a few moments later, there was a knock on the door.

The knocking made you freeze for a moment, as the sound cut through the quiet of the bathroom.

Ratio's voice came through the door.

"Are you okay in there?"

You quickly wiped your tears, not wanting him to see and hear you so vulnerable, even if he was the cause.

"Yeah," you said through the door, your voice strained and hoarse.

There was a long pause, and you could sense him hesitating on the other side of the door.

Finally, he spoke again.

"Can I come in?"

"No," You said, without letting your voice betray you.

Another pause, and you waited for him to argue.

But he didn't.

Instead, you heard his sigh from behind the door.

"Okay. But please come out when you're ready. We need to talk."

Without another word, he walked away from the bathroom door.

You listened to his footsteps retreating to the living room.

After a few minutes, you splashed your face with cold water, taking a few deep breaths before exiting the bathroom.

You walked to the living room, where you found Ratio sitting on the couch, his expression unreadable.

You stood awkwardly in the doorway, waiting for him to start talking.

Ratio gestured to the seat next to him, inviting you to sit down.

You hesitantly sat down next to him, keeping a distance.

The silence between you was charged with tension.

Ratio seemed to be struggling to find the right words, and every passing moment felt like an eternity.

Finally, he spoke, his voice serious.

"I just want to make it clear that I didn't mean any harm to you," he started.

You didn't respond, still feeling the hurt from his actions earlier.

Even though you were supposed to talk, you didn't want to.

You just wanted to rest, so you could relax a little bit.

Ratio could sense your lack of enthusiasm, but he pressed on.

He ran a hand through his hair, sighing.

"Listen… I know that what I did was wrong, but-" he tried to speak, but you interrupted him with a look.

"No, no buts," you said, your voice firm.

"You left me there, on a deserted road, in the middle of nowhere. Do you have any idea how scared I was?"

Ratio wonced, clearly not expecting you to speak so directly.

You saw him open his mouth to say something else, but you spoke first.

"I want to sleep now," you said, so he understood you didn't want to have this conversation now.

Ratio's expression shifted.

But he didn't argue.

Instead, he nodded slowly, acknowledging your wish to end the conversation.

"Alright," he said softly.

You got up from the couch, walking to bedroom.

It might sound childish and all, but you didn't really want to share the bed with him.

So you grabbed your pillow and a blanket, as you left the bedroom.

You walked back into the living room, finding Ratio still sitting on the couch.

He watched as you made yourself a makeshift bed on the other couch with the pillow and blanket.

His eyes betrayed curiosity and confusion, but he didn't say anything.

You settled down on the makeshift bed, turning your back to him, signaling that you wanted to be alone.

Ratio stared at you for a moment longer, a mix of emotions etched on his face.

He seemed like he wanted to say something, but ultimately, he simply sighed again and returned his gaze forward.

He didn't try to persuade you to return to the bedroom.

You heard his footsteps away from the living room, which you mentally thanked.

You tried to sleep, settling on the couch.

The events of the day replayed on a loop in your mind, especially Ratio leaving you there.

You tried to push the thoughts away, but you couldn't.

Is that really the man you'd marry?

At this point, you didn't know if you loved your fiancé as much as before.

Three weeks had passed, and the events of that night had created an invisible barrier between you and Ratio.

There was constant tension in the air, and you often felt like you were tip-toeing around each other's emotions.

You continued to sleep on the couch in the living room, refusing to return to the shared bedroom.

Ever since the fight, you had been acting a bit distant with him.

Ratio hadn't apologed directly for the incident, but you knew he was sorry.

However, you could also see he didn't really know how to deal with the situation, so he mostly tried to avoid discussing it.

So Ratio seemed to be trying to mend things, offering small gestures such as bringing you coffee or suggesting you watch a movie together.

But you were still hurt, most of the time you flatly denies or just not taking the things he brought you.

Today, you were sitting on the couch, reading a book.

Ratio was in the kitchen, preparing dinner for both of you.

You could hear him moving around, the sounds of pots and pans clanking together.

It was a Saturday night, and neither of you had work tomorrow.

Finally, after a couple of minutes, Ratio walked into the living room, holding two plates of food.

He placed one in front of you, while he sat down in the chair next to the couch.

Both of you started to eat in silence.

The lack of conversation was becoming awkward. The only sounds were the clinking of forks against the plates.

Ratio tried to start a conversation, clearing his throat.

"How was the book you're reading?" He asked, attempting to engage you.

You looked up from your plate, making eye contact with him for the first time that evening.

"It's… fine," you responded, keeping your voice neutral.

Ratio nodded, struggling to find something else to say.

The silence returned, and the air thickened with tension.

Ratio tried once more.

"Listen… I've been thinking a lot about what happened and-"

You cut him off before he could say anything else.

"Don't," you said, your voice firm.

Ratio blinked, surprised at your interruption.

"But-"

"I said don't," you repeated, looking back down at your plate.

"I don't want to talk about it."

Ratio closed his mouth, clearly taken aback by your response.

He set his fork down, and you could see the frustration in his expression.

"How long are you going to keep ignoring the issue?" He asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

You let out a scoff, rolling your eyes.

You knew where he was going with this conversation.

"…You're not even giving me a chance to explain," Ratio said, his frustration growing.

"Yeah, because I don't want to hear it," you retorted, your tone becoming harsher.

"You're being completely unfair, you know that?" He said, his voice rising.

"You're just acting like a goddamn child."

"How long are you gonna keep holding this over my head?" You said.

You dropped the fork on the plate half empty.

Ratio let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

"Do you really want to carry this resentment forever?"

He leaned back in his chair, looking straight at you. "I'm sorry for what happened, okay? I already said it. What more do you want from me?"

You clenched your jaw, irritation building up inside of you.

"You're sorry?" You repeated back in a mocking tone.

Ratio slammed his own plate down on the coffee table, clearly losing his temper.

"I'm trying to fix this, but you won't even give me a chance!"

"Fix this?" You shot back, leaning forward on the couch. "You're the one who screwed up in the first place!"

"I know that," Ratio said through gritted teeth.

"And I apologized, didn't I?"

You stood up from the couch, your body filled with frustration.

"A very nice behavior of yours to be sorry!," you stated.

Ratio stood up from his chair too, his hands clenching into fists.

"Fine, I'll say it again. I'm sorry for what I did."

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"I shouldn't have left you there alone. It was wrong of me. I wasn't thinking clearly. I was angry, and I took it out on you."

You stared at him.

"Oh, then you never think clearly?" You asked, your voice tinged with sarcasm.

"I said I was sorry!" Ratio exclaimed, his voice rising again.

"What more do you want from me? For me to grovel at your feet?"

You could see the anger and frustration in his eyes.

"Maybe some actual remorse and not just hollow apologies would be nice," you shot back.

Ratio's jaw tightened, and he took a step closer to you.

"You know what? I tried to be civil about this, but you're just acting like a spoiled brat. You're constantly playing the victim and never accepting any responsibility for your own actions."

You flinched at his words, feeling a pang of hurt in your chest.

"My own actions?" You echoed, your voice wavering.

"You're the one who put me in that situation in the first place. I was scared half to death, wondering if I was left to die there. And now, you have the audacity to pin all the blame on me?" Without even realizing it, you had started shouting.

You also approached him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" You spit, with one finger you pushed his chest as you spoke.

Ratio stumbled back a little, clearly not expecting your physical response.

He grabbed your wrist, holding it tightly. His grip was firm and bruising.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that, or I-"

He stopped in mid-sentence, his eyes locking with yours.

The tension in the room was palpable.

You didn't back down, staring back at him defiantly.

You moved your arm backwards, causing it to release your wrist.

"You don't give a lot of fear," you let go.

"All the time, every time we fight, you didn't fail once," you started, as you held the wrist you'd grabbed before.

"You were always looking for something to make me feel bad. Were you punishing me? Or what the fuck was all that, Veritas?"

Ratio took a step back, his anger now mixed with shock at your words.

"Is that what you thought?" He asked, his voice taking on a bitter tone. "You thought I was punishing you? That I was trying to make you feel bad?"

You made a grimace.

"Oh, do you want me to remind you ones of the latest?" You asked, without waiting for an answer from him.

"You leave me in the parking lot, you refuse to make me food when you know I can't, I can never tell you something important, you threw me out of the car in the middle of nowhere," you continued.

"And what a coincidence, right? It's always after we argue!"

Ratio's expression darkened as you listed off the incidents.

He seemed to be struggling with his own anger and trying to find the right words.

"Those were all mistakes, accidents," he said through gritted teeth.

"You make it sound like I did it on purpose."

You laughed bitterly.

"Accident?" You repeated, shaking your head.

"Then you're just careless, that's it? You just keep making these accidents, and I'm supposed to pretend it's all fine?"

Ratio winced, clearly feeling the weight of your words.

"I didn't say it was fine," he replied defensively.

You could see the tension in his shoulders.

"Yes, I made mistakes, and I hurt you. But I'm trying to apologize and fix things, and you're just wallowing in self-pity and refusing to give me a chance!"

You were taken aback by his tone.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"Self-pity?" You repeated, feeling a sense of anger boiling within you.

"You're the one who's in denial here! You keep pretending like it's all my fault."

You stepped closer to him, your voice raising.

"You're trying to shift the blame on me instead of acknowledging your own actions!"

You were going to continue, but you felt something strange in your belly, which made you remember.

"I was so excited to tell you something I imagined would change our lives!" You started.

"And what did you say? 'No, not now, tomorrow'"

"You had me with that for weeks!"

Ratio's eyes widened at your words, his jaw clenched tightly.

"So that's what this is about?" He retorted, his voice bitter. "You got mad at me just because I didn't want to talk right that moment?"

He took a step closer to you, his figure towering over you.

"I was tired and stressed, and you were pestering me with something so trivial."

You felt a pang of hurt hearing him call your news trivial.

"Trivial?!!" You exclaimed, your eyes brimming with tears.

"I didn't think you'd be this self-centered, Veritas," You said, your voice wavering.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your emotions in check.

"I can't believe I'm going to marry such a person,"

Ratio's expression flickered for a moment.

"You're seriously questioning our relationship because of these stupid fights?" He said, his voice rising in frustration. "Are you that eager to give up on us?"

He ran a hand through his hair, looking at you with a mixture of anger and desperation.

Seeing that you didn't respond, he felt like he was on the edge of a cliff.

"If that's what you want, go ahead!"

"I don't want to marry someone like you either," Now he was talking to try to defend his frustrating desire to cry that he had.

His words stung like a blade.

"Fine then!" you said, your voice shaking.

You held back tears, determined to maintain your composure.

"Maybe we shouldn't get—"

"Maybe we shouldn't get married at all?"

Ratio finished your sentence, his voice trembling slightly.

He clenched his jaw, trying to hide the turmoil of emotions inside him.

"Go on then," he said, "Say it."

You took a deep breath, trying to control the lump in your throat.

The room was filled with the weight of your words, and a suffocating silence fell between you two.

"Maybe we shouldn't—" You repeated it, but before you could complete the phrase, a stabbing pain was centered on your belly.

You immediately took your hand there, letting out a slight scream.

Ratio immediately reacted to your cry.

He was started by the sound you made, and any remaining anger in his eyes faded to concern.

You saw him coming up and talking to you, but you didn't hear him.

With fear and pain you brought your eyes down feeling blood go through your legs.

Now the tears that hadn't fallen before, were deliberately starting to fall down your face.

You couldn't even tell him that you were pregnant, because probably after this, you're no longer pregnant.

Ratio's eyes widened in shock and horror as he realized the situation.

He quickly wrapped his arms around you, guiding you to sit on the couch.

Panic and fear overwhelmed him as he saw the blood staining your trousers and the tears streaming down your face.

His hands trembled as he took out his phone, dialing a number with shaky fingers.

You looked up for a moment, it was as if your ears had been covered for a moment.

At any other moment you could have made fun of him, because after all he was entering the panic, when you were sure that he had witnessed many cases like this, because after all, he was a doctor.

You saw him talking on the phone as he started running around the apartment, grabbing the car keys.

You wish you could have laughed at that moment.

Ratio was now in a state of complete panic, but he had to maintain some composure to take care of you.

He ended the call with the emergency services, quickly returning to your side.

His hands trembled as he tried to reassure you, his voice cracking as he spoke.

"It's going to be okay," he repeated again and again, trying to calm both you and himself. After all, those were the only words you came to understand at that blurry moment.

You didn't know what you would do now, you didn't know what he would do now.

The only thing you knew at the time was that after this, you would hate your fiancé.

©cherrylovelycherry do not repost, copy, translate, modify or feed into ai

[pha55ed]

Is It Casual Now? || F2 (good ending)

type :: hurt/comfort tw/cw :: none contains :: ollie, kimi, paul, arthur, summary :: after getting heart broken by the boys, you're shattered. but the space between you two make him realize how dumb he was being - PART 1 HERE

f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist || more here!

Ollie Bearman | 03

After watching you run into your house with tears streaming down your face - Ollie instantly felt a pang in his heart. But he wasn't sure what it was. He thought it was just empathy, he always hated seeing you upset, so knowing he caused the pain was harsh on his heart. But, he thought it was for the better.

He didn't want to risk ruining your friendship. You were basically part of his family and entire life. Dating you would mean risking a nasty break up which would permanently change everything. His family loves you, if you broke up they would most likely side with you instead of Ollie. You got along with all of his friends, dating would change the entire group's dynamic. And even worse, if you did ever break up on bad terms: Ollie knew he would be shattered.

But his entire thought process was proven to be stupid. Saying no to your confession made all of those fears come true. You needed space from Ollie, to heal from the embarrassment and hurt you felt. While Ollie was dealing with every fear he tried to prevent by rejecting you.

So he did what he knew he needed to do: chase you down and get you to come back into his life. He learned that he needed you more than anyone else, even his own family. Once he finally put together all the dots, he came to your house a week later and knocked on your door.

But you weren't done healing yet, still puffy-eyed and snotty from crying your heart out. Like a true heart broken girl, you ordered some take-out to eat whilst sobbing. You didn't bother to check the cameras outside, assuming it was just the delivery man.

So imagine your shock when you're met with a driver, but not a delivery driver. Instead it was Ollie, looming over you with his height as he was holding a large box filled with gifts of your favorite things. But you couldn't ever get a peak at the box, since you instantly tried to slam the door shut - not wanting to see Ollie whilst looking like a mess.

But you weren't able to shut the door since his large hand pushed against your force. So now you were stuck there, looking up at him in week old pajamas and messy hair while he looked even more handsome than usual. You peaked at the gift bundle he made you - filled with your favorite snacks, flower legos, face masks, and almost every makeup and skincare product that you've ever talked about wanting.

"Please?" Ollie said, his voice soft. "I know I'm a jerk for rejecting you, and I don't expect you to forgive me or accept my confession but - I just want to give you something..." He said, looking at you with no pity in his eyes but instead a look of yearning.

"I don't need the gift," you say, not wanting to give in so easily. You wanted to say something cool, to reject his confession. But in your current state, it was going to impossible to fake confidence and reject him while looking homeless. "But um... thank you?" You said, unsure of how to reply to him.

"No no, please take the gift" Ollie said, pushing the door further as he handed you the gift bundle. And by pushing the door further open, you wanted to go curl up in a ball and hide - you looked horrendous.

And as Ollie looked at you, you could see his face soften even more. "When's the last time you showered? Or cleaned your face? Or gone outfside???"

All of his questions were way too embarrassing to answer. And as if the universe was doing it's best to give you a 13th reason, the delivery man came up to the door. The delivery man stood directly by Ollie and for some fucking reason he began to read out your order.

"Two cheese burgers with extra cheese, large fries, large sundae, side of chicken nuggets, and a soda?" The delivery man said, before putting the food into Ollie's arms and went off on his marry way. The man probably assumed you were sharing the meal... Ouch.

And as Ollie held the food, looking at you in such poor shape, he gave a small smile. "Can I have some?? And maybe help you tidy up?" And who were you to deny him any longer.

Kimi Antonelli | 04

It's been almost a month since you talked to Kimi. The interaction left you cringing in your head for hours on end, no matter the time or place. Although you loved learning Italian, it was impossible for you to do lately since you couldn't even speak it without feeling your throat close up from the thought of Kimi.

But luckily, you were able to heal with the time. You weren't over him, not quite yet, but you were able to focus on yourself for the time being. So you wanted to treat yourself out, going on a small shopping spree. Getting new clothes, makeup, even cute blind-boxes that you knew was a waste of money.

So when you came home, only to be met with a huge bouquet on your doorsteps, you were shocked. You put all your shopping bags down and picked up the large rose bouquet. And instantly, your eyes widened as you read the small card that was attached to it.

"Please unblock me. I miss you and want to make things right. But I understand if you don't feel comfortable. - lots of love, Kimi"

You completely forgot that you blocked Kimi on instinct! You felt like an idiot. All those nights you spent crying, hoping he would text you back and take it all back weren't able to happen because you blocked him. Without hesitation, you unblocked his number - getting hit with over 500 messages. If someone didn't know what was happening, they would have assumed you had some crazy ex boyfriend.

As you scrolled through the messages, you were met with paragraph after paragraph with apologies, begging to meet up, and more apologies. It made you feel awful to know that you were grieving over Kimi for no reason when he literally was sending the most heartfelt messages ever.

But you were hesitant. How could Kimi be so cruel and laugh in your face at the idea of dating only to spam you and beg for you. It was such a fast 180 that you were hesitant. So you agreed to meet up at your old favorite Italian restaurant in a few days.

As you sat down in front of Kimi, who seemed to arrive an hour early since the drinks and appetizers were already prepared. You felt your heart sting just at the sight at him. It made you feel the urge to cry yet again, even though you worked hard to become more confident without him - he just softened your heart.

And it seemed like he felt the same, he was absolutely star struck at the sight of you. His jaw was left hanging slightly, his eyes were sparkling with either tears or admiration, and his chest didn't move - you literally caught his breathe.

His breathe so stuck in his throat that he couldn't even speak, so you had to break the silence. "Um, hi?" You said awkwardly.

"Hi." He said, finally taking a breathe. "Um,,," He hesitates to dive too fast into the topic. "I got your favorite appetizers,, you should eat it before it's cold."

You simply nod, taking note of his care. He watches as you eat and you feel so awkward. "So uh, what did you want to talk about?"

"Well, I wanted to apologize - not really talk." He started, "I realized that what I did was so so SO stupid. Ever since you've been gone, everything has been so different. I can't eat anywhere we liked, can't go parties without them asking where you are - I can't even see my family without them asking where you are!" His voice got louder slightly at his annoyance at himself.

You just sat there listening, giving him time to say everything he needed. He continued, "And I kept trying to convince myself that I didn't need you and that we weren't serious, but who am I kidding, of course we were dating. I just never asked you to be mine and I feel so stupid for that! And then once you left it made me realize how much I missed you, now much I needed you."

As he spoke, rambling at an extremely fast pace, you realized he's been holding this in for a while. The way that his face and voice were still so angry at himself made it clear that he's not forgiven himself. But you were still wondering if he was trying to get forgiveness or actually date you.

"And then I got kind of depressed... I wasn't going out anymore, not working out, not socializing. And I guess my final breaking point was when my sister," He pauses, thinking back to what happened, "My sister asked where you were, and when you would play with her again, and I just - I just broke then and there" His fast rambling came to a halt as he looked down in shame for being so weak in front of his sister. "And um, as dumb as it sounds, she was the main person to encourage me to get you back."

You were always close with his little sister, playing dolls and dress up with her. She always wished she had a sister, especially since Kimi was only into masculine hobbies. You were that older sister that she's always dreamed of, so it broke her heart to not see you for so long. Now you felt even worse, knowing that she probably just thought you left her for no reason - not even saying good bye to her.

"I'm not trying to use her to guilt you. I'm just being honest. But I realized everything I did wrong. I'm sorry for saying I would never date you, I can't name a single person better than you. I'm sorry for leading you on for ages and never putting a title on us, I was just, scared, I guess. I wasn't confident in myself and just assumed you were too good for him - that my flirting was all one sided." He says, making you realize you didn't ever flirt with him back - it was mainly him.

And that when it clicked in your head, he was slightly right. You never once called him amore back, never reached for his touch in public, never once started anything romantic. He most likely saw this was him pining after you while you were just going with the flow. So now you felt like an even bigger asshole.

"Kimi," You spoke for once, "I'm so sorry that you went through all of that, I felt the same way. I do like you, that's why I asked in the first place."

"I realized that now. And I feel so stupid for what I did." He said, "Please let me make it up to you."

Paul Aron | 17

Going to the paddock has never been more nerve racking. Not because you were preparing for your home race, but because you would see Paul. You've been able to ignore him and leave him alone thanks to your extreme luck. But now you were forced to be with him for interviews, photos, and race discussions.

Once you arrived, your plan was to just say that you were having a tummy ache or head ache. Some type of pain that was bad enough to excuse you from doing your duties but not bad enough for them to tell you couldn't race. But before you could even speak to anyone - he was right there, in front of you.

You knew you should have come an hour or more early just to avoid him, but you overslept on accident. So now you were stuck standing their awkwardly as you looked up at him. You gave a small head nod, a sign of acknowledgement but also a sign of not wanting to speak to him.

But you knew Paul was stubborn, always the type to fight until he got what he wanted. So he just stood there and shook his head. "Nope," He said, "You can't ignore me forever. It's been 4 WEEKS (Y/N)."

You were avoiding his gaze, not wanting to look at him after how embarrassing it was to get rejected. You knew it was immature but you genuinely weren't sure how to respond to him, giving him a weak shrug as you kept your head turned away from him.

"(Y/N), please." He said, his hand reached forward and he held your chin gently, pulling your face to look at him. And that's when you saw how sincere he looked, as if he was in pain. His voice didn't convey his emotions, but his eyes surely did.

"What?" You say, not wanting to assume too quickly that he actually missed you as a person, "You want to fuck or something?" Trying to seem tough, as if his words from the weeks before didn't shatter you.

"No." He instantly said, his lack of hesitation made you surprised slightly. "I want to talk, tell you everything."

"About what?" You say, still trying your best to hide the fact that your heart was racing. You desperately wanted it to be good news, but that last time you hoped for good news it ended with you both splitting paths.

"You." He stared at you, "You, for fuck sakes, you. It's all I've thought about since, forever. I'm so so sorry, I'm sorry for being such an idiot when it comes to you. I know that we promised to not catch feelings and just be friends with benefits, but if I'm being honest I fell for you a LONG time ago."

His confession was shocking to you. If he fell for you first then why would he reject you? Why didn't he confess to you first? It was nice to hear him say he liked you back, but you were still lost.

"But I didn't think it was possible because - and I know it's so cheesy and embarrassing but - I know I'm not the best guy out there. So I thought that maybe just staying friends with benefits until I became someone I'm proud of would be smart. So I could be the perfect guy that you deserved and so when you confessed I just didn't feel ready and wanted to seem cool but I ended up sounding like a dick head-"

You cut him off by giving him a tight hug. Although you wanted to kiss him to shut up, his fast rambling made it impossible to get a good spot to kiss him. Your hug around him was tight, as tight as you could possibly give him. Telling him that you didn't care, that you wanted him as he was right now. And that even if he wasn't proud of himself yet, you were.

And he understood perfectly, giving you a tight squeeze back. He couldn't help but smile and kiss the top of your head. His large hands then slipped out of the hug and held both sides of your waist.

"I promise, once we're both not busy, I'll take you out on a nice date - one that's honest." He said, looking at you with a new light in his eyes.

Arthur Leclerc | 65

I'm gonna be so fr I don't know how to redeem Arthur... I've been stuck for weeks...... So if you have ideas, send it! But for now uh, you guys are still broken up LOLLL

[vaguely-concerned]

when spite describes itself in lucanis' journals, it seems to consistently use the wording 'a small shade'. self-identified 'just a little guy (threat)' fhsak. I really like that wording, though. a shade, something cut off from the wholeness and living light that is the fade and made a shadow cast by someone else in the real world. 'small', under threat, vulnerable, sort of scrappy (and perhaps a little pathetic but in a 'don't touch me I'll bite!!!' kind of way haha).

I'm so in my feelings over how in the last journal it/he describes the two of them as 'a small shade and a wounded spirit sitting together', though. he's so confused and frustrated about what's going on with lucanis at the beginning, but once rook explains that lucanis isn't intentionally fucking with him, he's just hurting, spite seems to understand and accept that pretty readily (if not without some initial 'ugh FINE physical reality rules are so DUMB bitch you guys live like this' frustration lol). lucanis' early statements that spite doesn't, can't or won't learn are obviously bullshit and the game basically tells you so the moment he says it haha, but you know what. that is some deep learning spite is doing, and in like a year of being in the physical world too. I know plenty of actual real adult human beings who are not capable of that level of insight.

and also, as an aside... I think it's pretty conclusively proven in the series that spirits do have the ability to change and learn all on their own when they get the opportunity to and that it gets turbocharged for good or ill when they're exposed to the physical world. but I also wonder if some of it is the other side of the two way connection. just as spite flows into lucanis, surely that must happen after some fashion the other way too. does spite have some access to/come into contact with lucanis' kneejerk empathy response? to be in opposition to something or someone is not the same thing as not understanding them or where they're coming from, after all. in fact sometimes that can amplify the 'no no trust me I get it I understand. but fuck you doubly for it actually you still suck that why only makes it worse', so I don't feel that would go against spite's nature, even. lucanis already has such an interesting relationship to his own empathy all on his own -- he's a prime example of how 'empathy' and 'compassion' are not inherently the same process and one need not accompany the other. when he's in contract mode, empathy is just a knife, a way to understand people deeply so he can stab them better and more efficiently. when he's in family mode, empathy is accompanied with enough tenderness and compassion and warmth that it makes me feel ill to consider and makes it a bit hard for him to stay with, sometimes. it's the same skill/instinct, but shows up differently based on the context he's in. sure why not drop a demon in there and see what happens I guess lol. 'smells like tears and lying' anyone. spite's response to meeting compassion out in the world is 'GOD no don't make eye contact keep walking this is so fucking cringe', but uh. there's no way for him to escape it within the bounds of the person he's been frankensteined into, is there. aaaah it's so interesting.

there's something so fascinating to me about two souls who are so close they can't help but reflect and bleed into each other, but also remain two separate entities who can look at each other. and be mutually protective about it, clearly. augh.

[tls12lessthan3]

one thing i enjoy about orv is how morally grey kim dokja is, especially in the beginning. during the beginning of the novel kim dokja seems to have almost no empathy for the people around him, and his number one priority is progressing the scenarios with himself being a secondary priority and saving others coming later. he does undeniable good, like saving jung heewon and caring for lee gilyoung - and he does some much more questionable things, like selling his food for coins knowing that it will disappear soon and people need the coins to survive.

this part of orv gets ignored a lot and chalked up to kim dokja's self-hatred, which i disagree with. yes he hates himself and yes he's an unreliable narrator who paints his actions in a worse light because of it but sometimes he just does objectively bad things. and it's interesting when he does! particularly in the beginning, he is focused completely on self-preservation and often steps on others in the process. his actions force you to ask questions like how responsible is kim dokja for those deaths on the subway car, or at that first subway station? is he obligated to try and save the people around him? how strong is that obligation? is it right of him to use his future knowledge the way he does, to decide who lives and dies? they're fairly basic questions, and orv doesn't particularly insist on answering them, but i enjoyed thinking about them nonetheless. the fact is kim dokja was often cruel, to strangers and his companions both, if different types. and you lose these questions when you ignore that. and thats not even to discuss the parallels between his exploitation of yoo joonghyuk's story and the way constellations gobble up incarnations while enjoying their pain. even if yoo joonghyuk eventually decides he considers it worth it, kim dokja still subsisted off of a living being's immeasurable pain for years, and that's a fucked up thing!

and to ignore kim dokja's less-than-moral actions also ignores kim dokja's character arc! kim dokja feels guilt at the end of orv for actions he wouldn't have thought twice about at the beginning and that is because he has changed and matured over the course of the novel and pretending he was always that way erases that. and i dont see why you would want to!! his journey towards seeing his companions as human and learning to care about the 'extras' he previously discarded and coming to understand the damage he inflicts with his self-sacrifice is interesting to watch and discuss. i've seen the stark contrast in empathy from early kim dokja to later kim dokja chalked up to sinshong not being quite sure how to write him yet and while i think that may have played a role i also think they did a good job of building and showing these changes through arcs like the demon world arc, the fruit of good and evil arc and the journey to the west arc

i think i lost my point somehwere but in summary kim dokja does some fucked up shit and some of it is basic edgelord apocalypse murder and some of it is genuinely interesting to contemplate and all of it is important to his character

[ishomieokay]

Biggest issues of the Homelander redemption fics I've read is that the whole point of his character is that he's irreparably broken. He cannot earn redemption in a traditional way because due to his upbringing his sense of empathy and his moral compass are fucked up beyond belief. He's a psychopath. No amount of love, nurture or self-reflection is going to undo that.

Empathy is not something that you can learn or instill in someone. The issue when using this trope is that Homelander can't actually be regretful. That means no repentance = no redemption, basically. At least, following Christian logic.

You can play around with the idea, though. And I'm not gonna lie, it's lots of fun if you know how to do it right. All you need to do is look at his motivations. If doing good things will benefit him in some way, he will do it. Maybe he's trying to impress his S.O/show them that he can change or he's trying to earn back the love of the public. You can even make him do good deeds by accident.

Hell, it can be a fucking comedy. The idea of Homelander actually trying to be Heroic and failing everytime because he can't keep his emotions in check or properly control his powers is hilarious to me, tbh. Specially because he would be such a baby about it. "Why can't things ever go my way?!" He says, covered in blood and standing among a bunch of dead bodies.

The same premise can be used for an incredibly whumpy, you-can't-escape-your fate kind of story.

My point is, you can absolutely try and write that Homelander Redemption fic your heart desires. You just gotta be smart about. And take into account, it's most likely going to end in tragedy, one way or another.

[satanicbard]

As a person who studies Psychology and Sociology, it's just concerning watching any sort of feminist or leftist discourse. I didn't expect we'd be straight up using conservative phrases so soon. "These people are born bad," "We need to stop coddling kids and toughen them up," "do your own research." I mean, we've already reached a point of using "young men" in the way the news uses it to describe a 12-year-old black kid who was murdered by cops.

As we know, Martin Luther King Jr.'s success was in being rude and uneducated, whilst also refusing to offer solutions or to educate! So many people say "white men" when they are often describing boys under 18, a lot of whom are coloured. I'm curious if they do this because they're genuinely ignorant or intentionally othering.

Labelling theory (severely simplified) tells us that constantly telling a population, "You're a criminal," will internalize this belief of their self-worth and be criminals.

4th wave feminism tells us that the patriarchy harms men too, and women have a hand in reinforcing the patriarchy. It's not like bell hooks is some fancy new speaker, these ideas are 25 years old! Thats plenty of time for any self-respecting progressive to learn about. So why does it feel like literally no one knows or respects her ideas?

Worst thing, Gen X (average age 45~) and Gen Alpha (average age 7~), are moving right the fastest. So midlife crisis and barely teens AT BEST.

In the end, people offer no solutions on purpose. It reinforces their belief that everything is fucked and they're poor progressives against the machine. It lets them feel like rebels in a dystopian movie, when in fact they're bystanders allowing fascists to win. Just because you reframe your complicity in fascism and the patriarchy as "leftist suffering" doesn't make it any less complicit.

Here's a kindergarten-level solution, since it seems we need it, practice basic empathy for people. Including those you don't agree with. Understanding why people do bad things is extremely useful. It allows for both intervention and preventive measures.

[dannydoesthisthing27]

Gavin not being real is criminal, so I'm making some headcanons

Gavin loves having his demonic features on display. He doesn't do it often in public. However at home and with the crew, he'll keep his horns and tail on display. He'll deny it, but his tail betrays his emotions like a cats would

Gavins favorite thing to wear is FL's clothes. Second to that is his casual clothing. (his definition of casual is a cropped shirt with fishnets and cut leggings plus fuzzy socks)

He does love an excuse to dress up though,and will do it often as possible. Movie theater trips will have him dressing up. The time he and Damien met up early, he was in black leather platforms, a short blue/purple/black space themed skirt, black fishnet leggings, a purple tank top, and a dark blue off the shoulder sweater (rose tinted sunglasses optional)

Gavin loves flowers and plants. He enjoys Huxley and Damiens house almost as much as he loves his and FLs apartment because of all the plants they keep

Out of all of their friends, Gavin feels closest to Damien. A big part of that is Damiens empathy and ability to understand what Gavin is really saying. FL is great at it, but Damien has a sense of objectivity when it comes to how he and Gavin speak to each other. Gavin also just likes fucking with Damien because he had the best reactions and he knows undoubtedly where the line of joking versus serious conversation lays

Gavin and Huxley work out together. I've talked about this before, but the two of them click like puzzle pieces when it comes to working together. Gavin is the best spotter Huxley has ever had, and actually feels comfortable pushing himself to his limit when lifting because he has Gavin to help him out. Gavin himself just likes spending time with Hux. However, on occasion when he'd at the gym, he likes to do bodyweight and freeweight workouts

Gavin and Lasko go shopping together once a week. Gavin pushes the cart so Lasko can flit around the store at his own pace. Usually Gavin will have to reign Lasko in and remind him that it is just a weekly grocery shop, and there's no reason to buy 7 bunches of bananas because there's no way they'd all get eaten (based on a real life interaction I've had. The bananas were on sale)

Lasko also likes it when Gavin comes around D.A.M.N just to hang around his office

Gavin likes things that are warm. Whether it's drinks, meals, clothes, blankets, or homes. He doesn't care. He just likes to be warm because when he first coalesced (im pretty sure that's what it's called when demons come into existence), it was cold. He was whatever the astral planes equivalent of freezing is. Not just because it was cold temperature wise but because his steward felt nothing towards him. He was just another incubus who needed to learn how to wring energy out of humans like water out of a towel. While Gavin claims to not remember most of the people he's slept with, he does remember the first human he was with. They were fresh off of the high of graduating from D.A.M.N, and Gavins steward chose them specifically because they looked like they'd give Gavin a reality check of how humans are. (Early Gavin was kind of naive and wanted to know about how humans were not just how they could feed him. That in and of itself was taboo. When Gavin refused to change his appearance to the humans preference, his steward abandoned him almost immediately, leaving a confused human and a frightened starving incubus behind. The human understood that Gavin was incredibly inexperienced so far and would only have basic instinct to go off of, so they offered an opportunity to take it slow. That was the first time Gavin felt warm. Wrapped in the arms of a person who let him experiment and try things in a way that could actually help him learn. Instead of just throwing him in the deep end and expecting him to float. He kept that person as a charge for several years before they had to move away with their pack.

He spent a long time after that trying to find warmth again, but eventually realized the lesson his steward expected him to learn all those years ago. Humans hurt. He'd all but given up on warmth when all of a sudden approaching him in a 7/11 asking for directions, they were back. Nearly the exact same down to the way their core felt. At first he refused to acknowledge anything about them as significant. He couldn't afford for it to happen again, but slowly, he started feeling warm again. He started lingering in bed a little longer. He showed up a little earlier. He listened a little more attentively. He realized that somehow, some way, the warmth had come back without any effort at all. He realized he was happy, and for once, he wasn't scared to let himself feel it

[scopophobia-polaris]

Why are the christian mormon etc Zelda fans so obsessed with Skyward Sword Link? Have we ever figured this out?

.

So, i think this may be a form or projection. Zelda games are very simple.

And that Simplicity can lead to many diffrent interpretations. You wonder why facists like simple good vs evil stories? It doesnt make them think, they dont have to have empathy, they get to feel good about getting rid of the other no matter ehat that other is, and there CAN be a very easy evangelical reading of SkSw.

So, SkSw's Sidequests are all tied back to Batreaux, you get gratitude crystals when trying to turn him human and you help the community out, it's nice!

So here comes the reading. SkSw is a game where Link only helps others to get Good boy points to turn a "Demon"(Batreaux is not a bad person. He just looks scary, he looks scary because Demon is his race, yes demons are referred to as a RACE in the Zelda series) to a Human and then go Serve God.

There are some very selfish people in the world who will talk about being a "good Christian" and then do everything Jesus said not to do. And i think it's very funny the most loud people in this Fandom who claim to be christian are the LEAST Christian out of all.

“So when you give to the poor, do not sound a trumpet before you, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, so that they may be honoured by men. Truly I say to you, they have their reward in full. “But when you give to the poor, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving will be in secret; and your Father who sees what is done in secret will reward you. Matthew 6:2-4

And also I'm gonna say this, but mother fucker you CANNOT say the Bible hasn't been changed a million times by human hands and human opinions, look how many versions there are on prostelatizing and STILL you get Chritians saying it was Jesus telling them to convert to him, mf he was Jewish. Learn your fucking history.

All of SkSw is planned by Hylia, basically everything, all the temples, where boxes are placed, why the silent realms are a thing, it's all a test, God has a plan for hik and it was decided before he was born.

And Hylia raised Skyloft and left the other races, including the Sheikah, on the surface and rose the Hylians to eden to protect them from the apocalypse, Hylia did a Rapture.

She took ONLY her chosen people, the ones who belive in her, it doesn't matter if they were good or bad they go because they're Hylian. And if you know what American Evangelicalism is like, southern Baptist FORSURE, you can sin sin and sin but if you are a Christian who believes in God? It doesn't matter if you commit a crime, if you repent you're saved and go to heaven no matter what. Hell, some people believed that if Hitler repented he got into heaven and that's just it, he's in fucking heaven

So now I'm gonna talk about the idea of Worldly people.

Its just everyone else, you could be doing everything "right" feeding and clothing the poor, caring for the sick, being kind to thy neighbor honoring thy father and thy mother but if you don't see yourself as a christan? Instant hell. It doesn't matter if you're "good" As long as you're Christian, there is a reason why there are so many sexual abuse in so many congregations. But that also has so much history and bullshit to it, it's not simple and I aint getting into it.

Oh and it find someone saying ALL Christians don't you fucking dare, im talking about very specific forms of this hypocrital shit. There truly is no hate like "christain love"

So, Sky is a warrior of the faith in a straight relationship with the human embodiment of God, and abandons all others to serve her and is now the ancestors to the royal family, he's been rewarded for his good deeds, helping the community wasn't to help the community, it was to get one more sinner to convert.

And...I can tell horror stories about people being loved bombed by christains to try converting them, apprenty the gays are so insidious but being a minor a bunch of games as an adult to talk to them about god over the internet is.....okay?

Basically, there is a reading of Sky as a selfish Christian.

And it doesn't help when First Hero through Fandom osmosis is still RELEVANT and even if he got retconned by the game having the plot it has, many people latched onto him (wife included)

And he had his la pieta moment

So like there are connections, Madas is a martyr of the faith, told by God to do it and he did. He did the thing a lot of toxic male christains want to do, die for their fucking faith.

But you know, they freak it when they hear Allahu Akbar, because that's terrorism but what we do it its our faith, and how dare you criticized us for the murder of George Tiller, that wasn't a murder, that was for God and therefore....okay :)

I could say more but honestly i started talking about the mindset, look i grew up catholic in the south and was around a lot of evangelicals when I was in public highschool.

So i wanna end it with this, I dont want people saying all Christians because that's not true, I hate it when people try to sall "all" about anyone, no matter race religion sexuality and gender, I fall into this out if anger a lot and I want to tell people it's okay if you get angry, just remember that...if you're in the Zelda fandom. Don't just block someone cuz they have Christian in their bio or do I aikt your dad, but I think it's better to find out someone's opinions and see THEIR ACTIONS before making judgment.

[newsiesautismfrfr]

This is gonna be me going on a little bit of a rant if that’s okay. But some of you people in the outsiders fandom (you know who you are) have me on level fucking ten.

“Oh they can’t be gay they’d be homophobic it’s the 60s blah blah blah” just fucking say you’re homophobic. Just fucking say you don’t like it when gay people want/have representation. Because the outsiders take’s place in 1967 and Stonewall happens two years later in ‘69 so gay people were 100% there.

“Oh if I were Darry I’d beat pony” “oh I would’ve smacked pony so hard for that” that’s a child. That’s a grieving child. You are admitting to child abuse. I hope none of you have children. I’m sorry if that comes off super aggressive and shit like sure yeah he’s just a fictional character. But it’s SUPER WEIRD to be openly okay with hitting children. He’s 14 fucking years old. He’s grieving and doesn’t understand the way that Darry is grieving he doesn’t understand what Darry is going through because he has to step up and put his feelings aside. But noooo yall would rather abuse children than understand that.

Istfg some of yall are so brain dead it makes me so fucking mad. Either learn some basic empathy and media literacy skills or don’t read the book.