#and like. my 3rd to last attempt. i was so. so fucking close. like one more shot i wouldve gotten him yk. so close. but he gets away. and

[nomaishuttle]

its impossible for you all to understand how much of my thoughts r in sweeney references. like there is one person on this earth who understand and its my sibling who is similarly inclined...

[evergreeneddie]

I’m high as fuck

Let’s go!

Warnings: extreme overstimulation, selfish!eddie, top!eddie, begging, praise, hair pulling

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Loud moans and panting could be heard throughout the room. Your whimpers slipped off your lips faster than you could realize they were happening. Your fingers were tangled in Eddie’s hair, tugging so hard you thought it come out. Sweat began to coat your overstimulated body as you cried out once again.

The 3rd orgasm was always the hardest. With your cunt already so so sensitive, any further pleasure began to mix in with pain and make you bleary.

You yelped out and jerked your body as Eddie slipped two of his fingers into your soaking cunt, curling and scissoring in attempts to find the perfect spot

Your boyfriend briefly paused his movements before lifting his head up to look you in the eye “just this one, baby. You’re doing so good, I can feel you about to cum. Just give me one more, sweets” he coaxed

You let out an exhausted moan at his words. Though you barely understood them as you were too focused watching the shine of your release on his lips, slipping down his chin. The best part of it was how turned on he seemed to be by wearing you like a trophy

Eddie began to move his fingers again, ignoring your whines as he lowered his head to assault your clit again. Your hands latched back onto his head as you cried out at the sensation

A deep ache formed within your pussy as your legs began to shake. You could feel Eddie smirk against your clit as he felt you clenching desperately around his fingers, so close to release

“That’a girl. You got this baby, give it to me” and you were spent. Eddie felt you clench down incredibly hard as a moan ripped though your throat, body tensing so hard your legs began to cramp

The orgasm was more intense than pleasurable and you weren’t sure how you were supposed to walk after this

Your hips began to press into the mattress below you, a whine leaving your lips as you tried to push Eddie’s head and fingers away

“Too sensitive” you whimpered, begging for mercy

Your boyfriend placed one last kiss on your clit before removing his fingers and moving to hover your body

Eddie’s finger lightly brushed your crimson cheek, his eyes blown wide with lust bore into yours before he leaned in to press his lips against yours

“Such a good girl for me” he whispered as he pulled away, his tone was proud and encouraging

You thought you were in paradise, body relaxing into the mattress, ready to be taken by sleep and Eddie’s weight

This peace was short lived as you felt the head of your boyfriends cock lay heavy against your entrance

“No” you gasped, “too sensitive. Already came enough for you”

“You can give me just one more. Not fair you got to cum and I didn’t now is it? Last one, baby, I promise you” your boyfriend bargained

Tears welled in your eyes as Eddie began to slide his cock into you. He went slow as if it would help you ease into it, but instead you felt every inch of him sliding painfully through your abused walls

“Hurts, Eds, don’t wanna- can’t” you cried out, shaking your head as tears threatened to fall at the intense stimulation

“Now, now” Eddie soothed, hips backing out of yours “maybe you think you can’t, but I know you can”

With that your boyfriend was slamming back into you, basking the feel of your warm, soaked cunt clamping down tightly on his cock

“Eddie, please” you cried out, nails creating red lines as they scratched down his biceps

Your whole body felt like it was on fire, so exhausted yet you still wanted to cum; wanted to feel that mind numbing pleasure again

“Oh my god, fuck- Eddie” you cried out as he shifted his weight and the head of cock plunged into your g-spot. Your legs shook and your and eyes rolled back

“Is that it? That the spot you needed?” Eddie teased, pounding his cock into you “need to be fucked stupid don’t you, baby.”

“Can’t take it, Ed’s. M’gonna cum” you whimpered, tears rolling steadily down your face

“Go ahead, baby. Make a mess on this cock” your boyfriend encouraged, placing soft kisses on your neck

You felt a pit form in your stomach as the wall within you collapsed. Body jolting forward from the pleasure and mind running wild. Your toes curled while you gripped onto your boyfriend like he would disappear; an earth shaking moan falling from your lips

“Fuck, yes. Just like that, sweets. Such a- fuck, such a good girl clenching around my cock like that” Eddie grunted as he came, punctuating each sentence with a thrust

Your tears became heavier as the overstimulation kicked in and your body fought against its own pleasure

“Please, Eddie, no more. Y’promised” you begged, pleading with your boyfriend not to rut into you as he rode out his orgasm

His motions stopped and he slowly pulled out of you; kissing your lips to swallow the pained whimper that left them

“Did so so good, baby” Eddie praised, rolling to lay beside of you

Your body felt numb expect for the pinches of pain and pleasure passing through your cunt. You felt exhaustion wash over you as your eyes fluttered closed

Eddie noticed your tired state and pulled your body into his, letting you rest against his chest as he rested his fingers on your scalp

“Such a good girl” he whispered, and your heart swelled with pride

[sugoi-and-spice]

Chapter One - Wistful Thinking

Pairing: Bully!Dabi x Fem!Reader, (3rd Person)

Summary: If a boy is picking on you, it means he likes you. She could almost laugh. By that logic, Dabi must’ve been fucking in love with her. That thought was what finally made the tears start to spill. Not because of how ridiculous it was or how isolating it felt. But because it was exactly what she wanted.

CW: Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Dubious Consent, Unhealthy Relationships, Bullying, Manipulation, Humiliation, Childhood Friends, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Power Play, Angst, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm. Future Tags: Drugs, Alcohol, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Attempted Sexual Assault, Rough Sex, Hate Sex, Smut, Porn With Plot, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst and Porn, Sadism

A/N: In celebration of Dabi's dance being animated, I'm posting the first chapter of a request for a Bully!Dabi fic that should've been a one-shot, but just went completely off the rails (where have we heard that one before? Lol). Currently, the fic will be completed at three chapters, but I actually really like the idea so it' not impossible that I might expand it further once Play Nice is completed. ^_^

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[excerpt]

If a boy is picking on you, it means he likes you.

That’s what her mother always used to say.

“I told you to get me orange juice.”

She flinched at the venom in Dabi’s tone as he glared up at her from his desk. She stood in front of him, ready for her reprimand like a dutiful employee. A good little slave.

His eyes narrowed when she didn’t answer, “Didn’t I?”

“Y-Yes!” she yelped.

“So what the fuck is this?” he demanded, grabbing the can she’d presented to him and waving it in her face.

She dropped her gaze to the ground, hands wringing anxiously. It wasn’t just the heat of Dabi’s glare or the bite of his words that was making it hard to stay standing. The sadistic amusement of his friends, Jin and Keigo, perched lazily on the desks around him were just as painful. Not to mention the rest of their class watching on with smug little smiles and whispers.

“T-They were out of orange juice,” she stammered, “So I got you orange-flavored tea…”

Dabi watched her, waiting for any more qualifications, any last excuses. But her eyes stayed down, lips stayed shut. The only change was in her now shuffling feet.

So he popped open the tab and took a drink.

“Hmm.”

Hope swelled in her chest. Maybe she’d done enough this time. She looked up tentatively. Bored, piercing blue awaited her. He held her there for a moment, letting her think, letting her settle into relief and security.

Catching her in a trap.

He smirked.

“It’s fucking disgusting.”

And threw the open can straight at her chest.

It hit her with an audible force, dousing her uniform and splashing all over the desk and floor.

Jin snorted out a laugh, “Oh shit.”

Keigo next to him was noticeably silent, just watching for her reaction.

“Seriously, how can you be this useless?” Dabi spat, pulling his legs off the desk before any of the tea could spread to his shoes.

Dripping, she tried desperately to fight the quiver from her lip. It was not a fight she was winning.

He stood with an annoyed sigh, “Now I’ve gotta go get it myself. Happy?

She didn’t dare respond, not with that familiar lump growing larger and larger in her throat. If she so much as breathed in that moment, she’d cry for sure. And crying in front of Dabi would only make things worse.

So much worse.

“Better clean up your mess before class starts if you don’t want to get in trouble,” he called back as he made his way to the door, Jin close behind him.

Keigo stayed for a moment, watching with furrowed brows as she knelt down on trembling legs into the spreading orange-tinted puddle. 

“Oi, Bird Brain. Let’s go!”

He quickly turned on his heel, following the call without a second thought.

She picked the can up, fruitlessly trying to stop the spill — it was practically empty at this point.

If a boy is picking on you, it means he likes you.

She could almost laugh. By that logic, Dabi must’ve been fucking in love with her. 

That thought was what finally made the tears start to spill. Not because of how ridiculous it was or how isolating it felt.

But because it was exactly what she wanted.

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[mrs-monaghan]

What makes you think jikook are boyfriends and not friends with benefits ??

Oh wow. Why such an easy question anon? Honestly, easiest question I've ever go10. Let's fucking do this

Exhibit a)

Would a fck buddy almost break their neck just to check out their fck buddy's abs and hot bod????

Oh. You know what? NVM this one. You're right. This is definitely something a FWB would do. Its just sex so of course they will admire the abs they're licking on the reg every chance they get. So scratch that one. Sorry

Exhibit a) again.

Would fck buddies stand this close to each other during multiple times on official content?? I mean, if JK was any closer he'd be inside Mimi 👀 Like, JK, please, back up a little bit.

Ahh shit. I just realised. You're right. A fck buddy would totally do something like this. I mean if you spend a good chunk of time with your naked dick inside against the Jibooty you wouldn't think twice about being that close. So again, anon I apologise. I'll find something else.

Exhibit a) for the 3rd time. My bad 🙌🏽

Would FWBs behave like this??

I mean, JK can't get his hands off the Jibooty and look at him bite his damn lip. Are you kidding me???? He is enjoying that way too damn much!

Aish. You're right. You're totally right. A fck buddy would absolutely be obsessed with his FWB's ass. This doesn't prove they're boyfriends either. Damn anon, maybe I shouldn't have gloated about how easy this question was.

Exhibit a) again. Sorry.

If they were not in a rlship, would JK be obsessed with Jimin's lips?

God dammit. Of course he would. If its all about xes and he enjoys kissing them lips, of course he will stare. 🤦🏽‍♀️

Okay, I got it. Let's start again. Exhibit a)

Does this count? JK looking at Jimin like he wants to eat him?

I mean, tbf Jimin did admit he likes to be eaten by JK....

Or like my good friend @lovelysmyleyes put it, he likes being on the MENU 🤭🤭🤭

It doesn't count? Right. I see it. Too sexual. Dangit. Why is all my evidence so sexually charged? I swear I thought this would be a walk in the park.

Okay...okay,. I got it. I got it! Be quiet and just give me a sec. I got this. Jimin and JK are boyfriends. They are more than just sex buddies and I can prove it. Alright?

Exhibit a) for the 6th and last time.

If Jikook were just fck buddies, we shouldn't be able to tell the difference in how they look at eo Vs how they look at other people. Take for example here. Look at Yoonmin. There is a clear difference on how Jimin is looking at JK Vs how Suga is looking at JK

Then we have here JK looking at V Vs how he looks at Jimin

Jimin looking at JK

This is love, anon. This kind of soft staring shows that its not just xes. Feelings seeped in there and they never left... there are feelings involved. Thus the adoring looks.

Then we have the following:

JK calling Jimin and only Jimin pet names.

Them spending all their birthdays with eo. Fck buddies wouldn't bother with something like this

Their families KNOW about them and seem to love the other which proves Jikook are most probably in a very serious relationship

Their exclusivity. This is how JK has never taken another member on an all paid trip and continued to make a romantic Vlog about them. This is how Jimin has never travelled miles for another member just to make it for their birthday. This is how JK has never sucked another member's ear

This is how Jimin only ever tries to kiss JK.

All attempted kisses here.

The special treatment they both seem to give eo. Like JK mostly reacting to Jimin stuff or buying him gifts no problem. And how Jimin lets JK get away with everything but refuses to extend the other members the same courtesy.

It's satellite Jeon/Jikook anon. Fck buddies are not usually this attached to eo. If you're just there for sevening, you have sex and once that's done you're on your way. You don't follow your FWB. You don't try to be next to them all the time. You don't cheat to be on the same team as them. You don't make sure to be next to them no matter what. That's boyfriend behavior anon.

It's the way they always find excuses to hold hands. That is NOT fck buddy behaviour. Not even a little bit.

This list is endless anon. Jimin and Jungkook are more than just sex partners. They are boyfriends and they are in love. There is no two ways about it. It is what it is.

I did it! I answered your question!

Fuck yeah, we got there in the end! I thought we'd never get there. But yeah, as you can see, these are 2 men in love. Phew!

Edit! Found a thread.

Thanks for ask! 😁😁😁

[blackstarchanx3new]

FSR Rambles 14 mental illnesses-

Cutting from Dark's tantrum, it becomes evidently obvious Dark isn't angry at Shadow in the way he's seen people show anger.

Smth to consider:

Everyone who's angry so far has been...Explosive. (Vio is like, the only one who's just been steadily annoyed.)

Blue and Shadow both get pretty explosive when they're mad, Vaati too. So...Dark doesn't have much to go off of in the way of nuance in showing he's angry/mad at someone.

Literally zero to one hundred.

Dark even outright asks Shadow Link "Am I mad at you" likely because he's just...kind of mad Shadow and Vio are close and he's jealous but Dark's understanding of his OWN emotions are basically none.

He's even "Embarrassed" and thinks he should have looked at Blue's memories to get a better grasp on anger.

Don't do it Dark-

Dark's flip flopping between his attempts to show anger and his natural mellow personality is night and day.

Switching to having sharp teeth again to reflect Shadow Link.

1st panel is pretty evident: He's just saying shit that Blue has been feeling lmao.

Dark again speaks in the 3rd person here. Twice now it's been used to try and speak about himself from someone else's perspective.

Vio's afraid of him, but the previous time he did it, his "Yay Dark Link" line if you remember was smth he WANTED Vaati to feel about him.

Shadow is rightly confused as HELL about what Dark is even talking about. Dark not so casually does conform though he was the one who was messing with Vio earlier.

The three panels of Dark's face are some of my favorites because it shows just how little this conversation matters to him from a serious angle.

His act of being pissed breaks immediately with his inability to hold back a grin at how silly he feels he's acting at the moment.

Dude's having a fun time but Shadow's patience has run dry and he snaps at Dark to "just answer me!"

While the Triforce of power glows.

This makes Dark stop what he's doing and freeze up.

I'm sure this page confused people. Because it's kinda. Weird.

Dark stops talking and is just frozen up.

Shadow doesn't just ask him a question, but an outright demand while his Triforce glows.

Dark starts screaming with a terrified look on his face and elaborates plainly what he's doing there, he covers his own mouth quickly after.

Shadow's disturbed by this interaction and looks down at the Triforce on his hand.

So basically if you were wondering:

Shadow made Dark talk here, albeit on accident using the power of the Triforce.

Which is why Dark started screaming and twitching because he had no choice but to respond.

With his autonomy ripped away from him Dark is rightfully terrified of Shadow Link.

His fear is so strong he holds his hat close to himself for comfort and hides his face, apologizing his loyalties lie with Vaati and not Shadow Link.

Shadow tries in vain to clear up the identity confusion.

Okay but from Dark's perspective "Gannon's" just being a lying weirdo. X'D

Dark knows "The truth" and he can't really comprehend why "Gannon" is still keeping up the lie that he's a different person asking plainly if Shadow's afraid Dark wont' like him.

Shadow's obviously very fed up, reminding the audience and Dark that he has no fucking clue who Dark even is at this point.

Fun thing about the panel where Dark mimics Shadow's face, the panel of annoyed Shadow and the panel proceeding it both share some line art. X'D

Dark was "mimicing" again but goes right back to his actual feelings.

He doesn't actually care about Shadow's identity crisis at all when it comes to not telling anyone else about it. Stuttering while he talks.

He's confused why Shadow gets to "Lie" in this instance but Vio's lies were bad and deserving of anger.

Keep Dark's confusion over lying in mind.

2nd to last panel talk:

Shadow just, has no idea how to deal with this dude.

Like it's evident Shadow has a hard time keeping up with Dark's nonsense but it's REALLY evident there.

"Wtf is he talking about?" face is pretty funny.

Dark being shocked they might hate Shadow more for lying than being Gannon is a fun assumption on Dark's part, leading Shadow to ask outright

"Are you trying to give me advice???"

From Shadow's perspective, it sure does seem like Dark is trying to give him advice. X'D When Dark is just saying how he feels.

Fun questions from Dark...

If Shadow can "Switch around what you are" ...a phrase that's very up for debate wtf he actually meant by that statement,

Can Dark do it too?

Shadow seems to take it as Dark asking if he could be a good guy too, and says "yeah sure why not".

Whatever Dark DID mean by that, he seems to take Shadow's reply well and laughs to himself about it with a very pleased expression on his face.

Keep that, in mind.

Dark sits back down and asks Shadow a pretty...weird question.

"Do you think Vio will still want your kisses if he knows who you are, King Shadow Link?"

Again showing Dark's focus is on really random things that pertain to his interests. Because he doesn't ask Shadow if Vio will TRUST HIM, or still LOVE HIM, or even if he'll still want to be his friend.

He asks if Vio will still kiss him.

Which is like, super specific.

When Shadow's like "idk"

he gets giddy and resounds Shadow FOR SURE should tell him the truth.

Why?

Well that face really says it all.

Dark in some way thinks Shadow would be an obsticle to Vio's affection... HUh.

Wonder where he got that from...

Cough cough BLUE-

This line is the nail in the coffin for Shadow as he's full blown pissed off now.

Dark's perpetual jabs at Vio have finally made him crack.

There's for sure a hint of jealousy in Shadow's actions too.

Dark exhaling pollen as he sighs is probs only amusing to me.

His SASS in the words "...Is FIGHTING all you two know how to do?"

Clearly referencing Vaati in this statement, clear annoyance in his face.

Dark is already fed up with both Shadow and Vaati's quickness to fight at the drop of the hat.

Dark does take up his gigantic sword and gets ready to fight.

His lines are pretty telling about how he feels this is an obligation to make Shadow Link "have fun".

"...If you have fun, at least that'll make one of us...right?" - Dark finds fights boring and meaningless and really doesn't wanna do this, but since it'll make Shadow "have fun" he's up for playing along.

The eye on his chest looks distinctly bored with this as well.

his next line is kinda, weird.

"If we win, we get to celebrate...so there's that...yay..."

This line is meant to be in reference to Vio and Green's fight, and how afterwards Shadow and Vio celebrated.

His little "...I'm trying to get excited about it" explains his little "yay" to hype himself up.

Dark focuses on defense in this fight for the most part, blocking Shadow's attacks.

"Are you having fun yet? Can we stop soon?"

Dark's really not feeling this fight and just wants it to be over.

He takes another page out of Vio's book an tries to make his opponent unable to fight.

In this case, he disarms Shadow by parrying his sword out of his hands.

Dark's murderous expression paired with Shadow's face reflecting in his blade is a pants crapping image if you were in Shadow's shoes I'm sure but for the audience it's cool as hell.

Dark, again, had the chance to hurt someone majorly and chose not too.

Which really reflects the kind of person he actually is I feel.

Dark chooses to give mercy to people.

He just lets Shadow fall onto his ass.

Though, don't get Dark's question mixed up. X'D

He did not ask Shadow "Did that hurt?" out of kindness or concern. He asked it out of genuine curiosity.

Shadow has a second of hesitation before slamming that sword full force into Dark.

Ouch.

Dark had a hard time with that swing.

His continuous mumbling about how he really doesn't want to fight are just kinda sad.

The visual of Dark swinging this huge ass sword around, and trying to balance again once he got Shadow off him is so oddly cute.

Shadow reflects on how he's filling the role as the "bad guy" here because of Dark's behavior as well get into with the next page.

I mean. He's right.

Dark's just defending himself against Shadow's attacks. He's not trying to hurt Shadow.

Not actually attacking or retreating is gonna wind up in Dark getting hurt, so Shadow wonders if this is the right choice, considering his options.

If Dark was fighting back, this would be an easier moral fight. But Dark isn't. He's just defending himself or disarming Shadow so Shadow can't try to hurt him.

Dark being a moral mess to deal with is a continuous theme...

As Dark's behavior leads him to be very hard to deal with as an enemy or an alley.

Shadow decides that he IS gonna fight Dark still but gets rudely interrupted by a flashbang.

Ouch. Not the eyes.

Dark covering his chest eyeball. Ouch.

Shadow cowering in the Shadows lmfao. Poor dude.

Poor dark has 3 eyes that got hurt in that nonsense. Vaati's team spirit just ain't there.

It's a sad thing to consider Dark has gotten almost nothing but pain in his short time existing as a conscious individual.

Vaati very rudely grabs Dark's face in a very possessive manor. Because he sucks. XD He lumps in Shadow Link with Link in how the curse functions... which Dark tries to interject with...Something, but Vaati tells him to "Stfu"

Their interaction through this whole thing is just...This: X'D

Vaati is very sick of Dark speaking, at all. So just tells Dark to be quiet.

The repeated idea of Dark not liking lies/people misinterpreting things is just a thing to note.

Vaati thinks he can get hooked up with 2 evil Links.

Little does he know-

Ya know we'll get back to that...

I just wanna point out to the audience:

Shadow is a huge dick here.

In trying to insult Vaati and built himself up he just tore Dark down which clearly hurt Dark's feelings.

There was no need to say that Shadow. 😭

Oh but there was...

To show the audience Shadow's still a bit of a douche bag...

Dark mimicking Vaati's pissed off expression is so funny to me and only me.

I know like, NONE of yall read the pillowfort excusive comic.

But it's cannon Dark's ears are ticklish so that's why he laughed when Vaati whispered to him.

He gets more serious when he realizes Vaati's sayin' smth important and whispers back.

What Vaati and Dark are implied to have said I'll get into in the next page.

Shadow ain't a fan of the secrecy.

Turns out Dark just told Vaati what he saw.

Which was smooching and hugging lmfao.

Vaati proceeds to laugh his ass off about affection he'll never receive.

Dark is utterly confused about being patted on the head.

Dark just sits there thinking to himself over what Vaati's saying + Vaati's action.

Welp. Vaati's being a dick.

Dark plays with Vaati's hair idly while he talks shit.

And we get to a very hilarious panel imo. Dark hugging Vaati and Vaati being utterly disgusted with the action.

Thoughts:

Why did Dark hug Vaati?

Well there's a few reasons he could have

He could have KNOWN it made Shadow jealous. He took Dark rubbing his head as clearance they can touch each other just fine. He just likes Vaati and wants to touch him.

Shadow's blatant jealousy isn't missed by Vaati either.

Just gonna point out, the background hue keeps shifting to match emotions.

Purple for fear, red for anger and the green for jealousy.

Vaati's an asshole so he rubs Dark's head in an attempt to make Shadow jealous further.

Vaati is nothing if not an emotional manipulator.

Dark appreciates the head scritches at least.

Again Vaati seems to get smth wrong, and Dark tries to correct him and gets cut off.

For shoving his finger in Dark's face Dark unceremoniously licks it.

Which is funny as hell to me, especially how one of Vaati's eyes glares at him for this but he's too busy trying to be manipulative to tell Dark off. X'D

The smug look on Dark's face would lead one to think he knows it pissed Vaati off that he did that. XD

Vaati's persuasion is shit, so Shadow sees right through it.

Huh...Funny Shadow only seems to humanize Dark slightly when Vaati's abuse tactics used on Shadow are thrown back into his face on full display.

FuNNY HOW THAT WORKS.

Also Shadow's dialogue's important so I'll expand on it.

Him admitting he did shit wrong. Yay character growth. UwU

He can relate to being trapped. Bro was trapped in Link's shadow and SUFFERED so...it's safe to say he knows how Vaati's imprisonment feels.

Shadow dropping the "Family" muhahaha. He loves his dumbass boys. UwU

Vaati continues to suck.

The sudden gripping on Dark's shoulder makes Dark wince. Ouch.

Omf. That line hurts.

Vaati and Shadow's relationship is one sided pain and hurt with the promise of love that never comes.

Shadow broke out of that cycle by breaking the mirror but still has to put up with Vaati's crap.

Dark views this with expectant eyes.

Vaati's monologue here just reflects his time after the events of the minish cap manga.

Shadow's response, my boy grew up lots.

He clearly feels bad Vaati went through that but say it with me

IT AIN'T HIS PROBLEM.

Haha oh Shadow's words are very telling about how he feels about the past.

"Vio means it this time...right?"

His wants now are just stuff like "I wanna have a bed!"

reminder from the flashback he DIDN'T HAVE ONE.

He wants to spend time with Zelda and Link in a meaningful way.

visual references to BOTW Link and Tetra because muhahaha.

Shadow's words about "Failure" is kinda telling.

Being a villian in a Zelda story means you fail. The hero will virtually always defeat you and you'll be left with nothing but pain.

Shadow wants no part of that shit...

But his reasons is kinda...selfish?

He doesn't say "being bad is bad because you're bad!" he says "Fuck I don't wanna fail anymore."

He settles on a life he finds obtainable because Gannon and Vaati's dreams are INSANLY UNOBTAINABLE not because he doesn't want those things too.

Because let's be real if there were no consequences...Shadow would do whatever the fuck he wanted. XD

Vaati's not the only one who can project! SHADOW CAN DO IT TOO.

Failing at the hands of the hero over and over is smth Shadow feels Gannon's emotions on. Dude is so sick of it.

Fun chameo from our favorite hero ever.

Navi.

Jk. Hero of Time...I'm sure he'll never be relevant ever again.

Shadow's acceptance of a lowkey life pisses Vaati off.

The perpetual failures being slung in his face was just one too many.

Vaati's reached his limits of anger at both Dark and Shadow Link.

Oh.

He didn't squeeze him like a squeaky toy this time...

If you're wondering "Why didn't Dark dodge?"

Last time Vaati carried Dark off and when he DID try to hurt Dark he tried to slam him into the ground, not CRUSH HIM.

Dark didn't perceive being held alone by Vaati as a danger so didn't bother trying to escape.

Shadow's terror at this action like, really makes it sink in Vaati means business.

Vaati's sick of everyone at this point omf. Dark just stays limp as hell which sucks for him.

Shadow channaling the power of the Triforce of power decides to fuck Vaati's shit up.

This was 100% inspired by the Guardian/Blight lasers lmfao because that's FUNNY.

It really sucks to me we don't really see what the Triforce of Power's abilities...ARE.

So I'm just going with "Shit Gannon can do in other incarnations" because that's all I have to go off of. 🤷

"Turning the wieldier into a pig monster" was smth I saw but that only really happens to Gannon with the explanation that he's losing control over his piece and himself? So...Shadow switching to pig mode here wouldn't make much sense. X'D

And YAAAAY DARK LINK IS SAVED.

Due to pure selfishness on Shadow's part-

Okay look I'm not gonna sugar coat it.

Shadow didn't save Dark because he cares about who Dark is. He saved him because how Vaati treated HIM was being put onto Dark. Shadow's projecting to hell onto Dark due to the abuse he faced and ONLY helped him due to that reason.

Round about say to say: He doesn't pity Dark here, he pities himself.

"That's not what matters right now." - Shadow said like a liar.

This wasn't a logical choice in the slightest and Shadow has no justification for his outburst in this regards because it was 100% anger at his own past abuse being slung in his face and has nothing to do with Dark the person being abused.

Shadow just as an afterthought asking if Dark is alright kinda sements that.

IMAGE LIMITS ARE SATAN'S MISTRESSES.

So I guess I'll pick this back up later.

[vex91]

Lover

Chapter 12: Caught

3rd's POV

"Sorry, the number you're trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please, try again late-"

"Fuck" Chaewon mumbled under her breath. Her heart beating rapidly as her hands were shaking, trying to reach you once again. After another unsuccessful attempt to contact you, she threw her phone on her bed as she started pacing around the room. The other girls tried to get into a locked room to see her but Chaewon wouldn't let them in.

How could she fuck up so badly again? She just finally managed to fix things with you and now she destroyed it again.

She didn't knew if she will be able to fix it but she needed to try. She took her jacket and ran out of the room, passing the girls. She put on her shoes and without another word she ran out. The snow hit her face but that was the least of her worries right now. She needed to see you and explain everything that happened last night.

On the way to you Chaewon started thinking. You truly had it hard with her, always something big that you heard and saw that left you crying and it's all because of her. She really wasn't that much different from Yunjin after all.

"Maybe let someone who can treat her better take care of her now, alright?"

Bullshit. She was as bad to you as Yunjin was but there was one thing that she did differently. Chaewon was willing to fight for your love back while Yunjin never did until she saw you happy. That was not an excuse for Chaewon's actions but she just needed this one small thing that would make her different from her groupmate.

Finally after what felt like hours she reached your dorm. She started knocking frantically until the door were opened by the leader of your group, Haewon. When she saw Chaewon she tried to close the door immediately but Chaewon stopped her by putting her foot inside a bit "No please, let me talk to her" Suddenly Haewon opened the door more and walked out causing Chaewon to back away a little.

"Listen here, you may be my sunbaenim but like hell I will let you see Y/N right now. I told you that she was through a lot before and if you hurt her I will personally keep her away from you" Haewon's words were true and Chaewon understood her. If someone did something like that to any of her members, she would never let them inside the dorm to talk with them. As a leader she understood it and wanted to respect it but as a person madly in love with you, she couldn't.

Unfortunately before she could do more Haewon quickly closed the door in her face. Chaewon tried again but no matter how much she knocked on the door, they stayed closed. Giving up Chaewon sat down on the ground, the cold not bothering her as she was too heartbroken to care. If she felt like that then she can't imagine how broken you must feel.

"Stupid" Chaewon mumbled as she lightly punched her head a few times, too tired to even use force. Suddenly her phone started vibrating, taking it out of her pocket Chaewon read the name.

Eunbi unnie

"Of course, the last thing I needed right now" Chaewon knew that Eunbi was furious. She always told every IZ*ONE member to never go after her sister because as much as she loved them and trusted them, she didn't wanted anything happening to her. It took Chaewon months to get Eunbi's approval and now she will come kill her and then she will go after Minju.

Just perfect.

After about 10 minutes of sitting in a snow, Chaewon noticed someone walking up to her and crouching to be on the same level as her. Looking up slightly Chaewon noticed the last person she wanted to see that day.

"Minju-ya"

"Come on unnie, it's dark and cold. Let's get you somewhere warm"

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Summary: Chaewon getting a lover was a shocking but happy news to everyone at Le Sserafim's dorm, until the news came out to the public and Yunjin found out that it was her ex-girlfriend, Kwon Y/N.

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[bunchofdogstuff]

A work in progress.

(( this is the first time I post something on tumblr... I hope it reaches someone! ))

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It will start right at the North Pole.

Predictions from the distant past failed to calculate the exact point of impact, but modern technology has made things so, so easy… we can pinpoint the precise spot where the first lightning bolt will fall, even if we can’t do anything to stop it.

The sensors will go awry, the entire world will take notice for a moment. A lightning bolt? On a perfectly starry night? Where did it come from? Questions that will stall the minds of the brightest minds in the world, while disaster spreads through the ice fields, crawling so close to the floor, devouring everything on its way.

The Loathsome Mist will return, and with it, the shadows of the beings we stole this world from, so long ago that no one remembers anymore.

The Second Sacrifice will begin, and this time there’s no unlikely hero, no charitable soul to stop it as its core.

As time draws near to the end of the world, and all my attempts to stall it crumble to dust, I am faced with a choice.

I can either brave this alone, and pray to the stars that I find a solution like I did almost six hundred years ago… or I can submit, and seek his aid.

I’d rather die and take the whole world with me than having to talk with that pusillanimous buffoon again.

So I guess I am on my own.

Diary of Mustafá, the Witch. Entry Number 882.

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My heart is beating so hard, it feels like it could just jump straight out of my throat in any second now. My lungs are on fire, my neck and my arms hurt as I get up. I can feel my own blood flowing from my arm and falling on the floor, mixing with the magic flowing in the air. Green, purple, golden, red, I can’t distinguish them as they swirl and dance… and I can’t really stop and marvel at it. Not with this sense of impending doom on my back.

I try to get my bearings, after all I hit my head real hard on my fall down the stairs. The stairs! I am standing on the stairway of the apartment complex where I’ve lived for the last three years. It’s dark, pitch black in fact, and yet I can perfectly see my blood dripping and my favorite hoodie being ruined by it.

It’s a very small space, barely having any room for an extinguisher on every floor. Ah, that’s right, and I’ve seen several extinguishers already, so I must have gone down a few floors. I started on floor eight, and I am on floor…

With some of the blood on my fingers I paint the walll, illuminating some of it with the bright color of pure magic.

3rd Floor.

I fell five floors straight!? No way, I must have run a little at least… run… run from…

The sound of steps interrupts me. They are slow, calm, she’s getting closer. She knows I don’t have the physique to run nor the knowledge to somehow disappear myself. And yet I push myself to start trotting down the stairs again, no point in trying to hide from her! 

As I go, I furiously tap on my phone, sending messages to the Fellowship. It’s not like any of them can help me now but, at least they can make sure to save whatever we can from the work before she takes it from my cold, dead hands.

xXxNoCookieLikeBIGCookiexXx:  SHE’S CHASING ME, 82 IS CHASING ME.

ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: WHAT. OMG RUN, RUN!!!! O.o

jeepers creepers man: what do you mean “chasing you”???

xXxNoCookieLikeBIGCookiexXx: SHE’S CHASING ME, SHE APPEARED IN MY HOUSE AND IS NOW CHASING ME.

ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: TAVY-CHAN RUUUUN!!!

jeepers creepers man: ok ok, calm down, calm down.

jeepers creepers man: i assume you tried to talk to her and it went poorly

xXxNoCookieLikeBIGCookiexXx: CAN’T TALK RUNNING

jeepers creepers man: ok ok, fuck, hmmm…

ケンジー・イズ・マイ・ワイフ!!!: I’M GONNA WAKE UP CANNY-KUN HE’LL KNOW WHAT TO DO

GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: shit shit SHIT I knew this was going to happen man

GalaxyTaco to your rescue!: she’s gonna come for us next guys you better get ready. 

I don’t have time for this.

With a loud sigh I jam the phone in my pocket and stop running, panting, gasping for air and fighting for my life as I reach the door of the bottom floor. I didn’t even notice how her steps were no longer echoing in the stairway, I was just desperate to push that door and look for an exit. 

Only to find her standing right there, a bored look on her face and her hand raised in my direction. The Alchemist was a head smaller than me, at least! But her tiny frame commanded a strange, powerful presence. Her skin was dark, darker than mine at least! But what really caught my attention from the very start were her eyes: unnaturally golden, wide awake and yet so dull, dead. 

“End of the line, Octavia.” Her cold, emotionless voice makes me shiver. “Give me the book or I’ll take it from you.”

“C-Can’t we discuss this?”

“You don’t want a part in this game, kid. If this is the only way to make you understand, so be it.”

Green, purple and golden, the octarine light of magic, flowed through the Alchemist’s veins and straight to her hand. I have no idea what she has in mind but I do not want to just wait and figure that out. I raise my own hand, throwing it down as I jump back into the stairway. I may not be powerful enough to cast a proper fire, but I know how to make smoke.

"GOLTHOI!"

I don’t know why I yelled, it just felt appropriate. There’s a very small yet loud explosion,  as if something had broken on the floor between us, and then a thick cloud of smoke expanded and covered the whole door. As I fall back, I can feel something brush past me, mere inches from my head. A ball of green light that breaks into pieces of glass on the wall behind me, surely aimed at my face before my little gambit.

This woman wants to kill me.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

Oh I’d make it as hard as I could. As I ran back up the stairs without really thinking where I will hide from this crazed Alchemist, I can’t help but look back and wonder how I ended up here. To think that a few months ago I would have simply kneeled and submitted my life at the first chance to end it all… 

And now here I am, running for my life, clinging to my backpack with all the strength I can muster and pushing my body far beyond its pathetic limits just so I can continue pushing my nose where it doesn’t belong. 

Truly, the life of a translator really is non-stop excitement.

[sasuke-kun0]

She looking at me and I’m looking at her~

Adult! Denki kaminari x reader imagines

Summary: just to play it safe for my first try on tumblr imma make a scenario of our pikachu falling in love with our lovely reader

Reader identifies as a girl (I’m sorry to the gender neutral ppl T^T) Pls enjoy <33

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Kaminari:

- Denki has always been a player like have you seen this guy flirt? Even as one of the top twenty ranking heros in Japan mans does not stop playing the game and he may not be successful but hey- the dude is trying

- Mina and you have already been friends since both of your 3rd year internships but have only started publicly hanging out when the two of you became official heros

- She Introduced you to the group during one of the many get togethers the squad has

- And as expected the group was extremely welcoming of you especially boom boom boy himself (he didn’t pay attention to you at all)

- But denki? The moment you walked into the room he could’ve sworn he felt an arrow pierce through his heart if not his soul

- And I’m not talking about a tiny crush like he usually had no- MANS WAS DEEPLY INTO YOU

- He knew his normal pick up lines wouldn’t work on you, he could not mess this one up so he got an idea

- Did you think it would be a smart one? He’s a human charger ffs 🤦‍♀️

- Kami thought that if he drank just enough alcohol to give him the confidence (and the chance to forget whatever stupid choice he made) he would be able to talk to you

- Did it work? Yes and no

- After a couple rounds of drinking (I’m being earnest) he found the courage to talk to you hoping to impress you with a small but cute introduction

- What he didn’t know was that you didn’t need an introduction bc you knew the spark plug from the start I mean cmon he’s a hero just like you are

-He also didn’t know that you’d been crushing on him since the moment Mina had talked about him (Mina loves her boys even if they are a tiny bit chaotic)

- So when he had introduced himself, you had to keep your cool because your crush had started talking to you

- “are you a cheat sheet? Cause you’re the answer to all my problems”

- yeah.. he had too much to drink even for the scale, however, a certain pinky just found it too cute to let go and suggested that you watch over the guy while she calls Shinsou to take him back home

- flustered but determined you promise her he’ll be with you safe and secure (somewhat) but after the many complaints of being “too heavy” he decided to take a tiny nap on your lap

- you’re burning inside but damn girl I gotta give you pointers for your poker face

- after registering that he’s currently laying in your lap and thinks that you’re gonna rant to Mina how of an annoying person he is (bby needs a break) he feels guilty and I think he’s even close to crying

- “I’m.. ssorry for making you uncomfortable if I did, I ffound you sho frickin cute and I dint wanna embarrass myself but it turns out I didn’t need to try.. I apologize.. for my behaviour.. cutie”

- he says slurring a little bit with pink hues on his adorable cheeks

- your felt your heart flip inside of your rib cage and even felt a tiny ache even when you didn’t mind his attempts at flirting with you- hell, you found it the sweetest thing ever

- you chuckle and look down at his sweet adoring eyes that shimmer in the disco light, “it’s okay kami-san I don’t mind it at all.. in fact I loved it” you become shy saying the last part but he still managed to hear you

- Denki thinks he’s dreaming no fuck that he decided that he was so drunk he probably hit his head somewhere and started hallucinating because there is no way this hell of an embarrassment actually worked

- you continue, “I’ve actually liked you for a while now so.. it’s really flattering to see my favourite hero.. find me attractive hehe” you giggle

- he has also decided that your laugh is the most beautiful sound on this planet and that he might wanna record it to just listen to it again

- he sits up straight to look at you in the eyes and yours widen at the close proximity, Denki takes your beauty in and sighs at how lucky he is just by being close to you, breathing the same oxygen as you; but then he registers what you said a minute before

- “wait.. you.. liked..me?” He mutters in syllables trying to fathom the sentence. You laugh at his expression and say yes despite the red burning on your cheeks

- once he finally processed what you said (it took him about 42 seconds) he suddenly stood up and went on his knees in front of your lap, you stay still on the seat in confusion and in shock

- “w-what? Um kami-san what are you-“ he stops you, “once I’m sober can I take you out to dinner?” He says in a determined manner, eyes sparkling with hope

- you think you died at some point and your body is just denying it, you don’t even feel the seat you’re sitting on

- having processed what was asked, you reply with a huge smile despite your blazing red face that could even be compared to Kirishima’s hair

- even when shinsou had taken him home grumbling about how he needs to hold back with the drinks.. denki kaminari couldn’t wait to wake up (with a major hangover but he could really care less) and go on a date with his cutie

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I Hope you enjoyed! And pls let me know if there are any suggestions you guys would make about my writing style or maybe even suggest who I will write about next! Next time lovelies

MWAH <333

[megantheebaddest]

The One That Got Away |Part 2|

Part 1 Part 3

a/n: Thank you guys so much for all the love on the first part!! Also i wanted to shout out @peakascum for helping out and giving me the idea for the second part!! I definitely will be making a 3rd part to this and I’m pretty sure it will be the last part. If anyone has any ideas on how this should play out feel free to let me know!!

Summary: You are invited to Clay’s birthday party and it’s your first time seeing everyone after Jack broke things off with you.

-3 years later-

You were currently getting ready for Clays 21st Birthday party. Clay reached out to you and told you he was coming home for his birthday and he was having a big party at the club. You agreed and couldn’t wait to see everyone. You were a little nervous and didn’t know what to expect because you haven’t talked to anyone since you and Jack broke up. You weren’t even sure how Jack felt towards you, but you tried to look past all of that because ultimately you were attending the party for Clay.

You looked at your phone to check the location of your uber. You saw a text from Clay so you clicked it open.

Clay:

Hey Y/n when you get here have your driver drop you off at the back entrance you’ll be on the list! Everyone can’t wait to see you!! 😉

You:

Okay!! I’ll be there shortly! ☺️

You got a notification saying your uber was out front so you grabbed your clutch and did a last minute scan in the mirror. You had your hair in a high pony tail, and a tight black dress on that went down to the floor. It fit your curves perfectly.

On your way to the club was horrible, your anxiety was through the roof and you were nauseous. You kept trying to just close your eyes and breathe and think happy thoughts but it was hard.

Jacks pov:

I stepped into the club looking for my brother. Clay was by the bar with a group of his friends, he looked so happy surrounded by all his people. I made my way over to him and he immediately wrapped his arms around me. “Happy Birthday man” I said patting his back. “Thanks brotha!! I’m feeling good” Clay yelled slurring his words a little. I laughed and shook my head.

Urban walked up to me and dabbed me up. “Bro, Clay is already fucked up” Urban said cracking up. “Dude I know.. I don’t know who’s gonna be carrying him out tonight cause it ain’t gonna be me” I said laughing more. Just then i over heard Clay say a certain name. My eyes darted over to him and he was leaning into Neelam’s ear telling her something. I tried focusing on what he was saying when I heard Neel squeak in excitement. “Is she really!!??” She asked Clay. Clay had a big smile on his face and shook his head really fast ‘yes’. Neelam made eye contact with me and immediately whispered in Clay’s ear. I turned my focus back to Urban because now i’m positive they were talking about who I think. Just then a group of like 3 girls walked up to Urban and I. We all started talking and eventually the girls wasted no more time and were practically throwing themselves at us.

“Hey Jack I gotta tell you something” Neelam screamed over the music. I tapped the one girls thigh to signal to get off my lap so I could get up. I walked over to stand in front of her. I already knew what she was about to say.

“What’s up, Neel?” I asked. “Y/n is on her way here..” She said quickly. I shook my head up and down ‘okay’ and didn’t say anything. I knew it.

“Like she will be here any second..” Neelam added.

Neelam knows how I feel because on the bad nights I would go talk to her. She knows about all the remorse i have. How angry I am at myself for letting my love, my best friend, my better half, slip away…

“Is that okay? She questioned.

“Yeah, that’s cool.” I said with the fakest smile on my face. Neelam could see right through it. She shook her head at my attempt to act happy. I turned around to sit back with Urban and the girls that attached themselves to us. Urban got up to go order us drinks. Now I was left sitting here with a group of girls that I have no idea who they are, or what their names are nor do I even care to know. The only thing running through my mind was Y/n. How does she feel towards me? I was cut off of my thoughts from screams and cheering towards the bar.

My eyes immediately met the beautiful sight of Y/n. Everyone was surrounding her and scooping her up in hugs. Clay, Neelam, Urban, Druski.. Literally everyone was greeting her. Except me. “Who even is that?” I heard one girl say to the other. “I have no idea.. She looks like a nobody? I don’t understand why they are all making a big deal.” The other girl spoke.

Y/n pov:

Clay was the first person to notice you walk in. “Y/n!!!!” He screamed running up to you. He wrapped you in his arms spilling his drink a little. You squeezed him back and you felt like he could have suffocated you. “Happy Birthday!! I missed you!!” You screamed into his neck. He pulled away and looked at you and immediately squeezed you in a hug again. “Y/n!!” You heard a familiar voice yell. You pulled back from Clay and saw Urban walking up to you. You squealed and ran towards him. “Urby!! Hi!!” You screamed wrapping your arms around his neck for a hug. “What a pleasant surprise!” He said squeezing you tighter. You pulled away from him and now you noticed everyone swarming you. Neelam brought you in for a hug next. “Hi baby! I can’t believe you are here!!” She said in your ear. “I know me either. I’m so happy I could be here!” you said back.

After greeting everyone, one after the other you were able to calm down and order a drink. You were standing next to Urban at the bar when you felt someone tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see Jack looking down at you. “Hi..” He said quietly. You gave him a small smile. You turned around and brought him in for a hug. His body was tense but once you tightened your hug he relaxed. You breathed in and smelled his familiar scent. You both stood there for a moment while hugging.

“Hi Jack..” You finally said as you pulled away from the hug.

“I didn’t know you’d be here.. I’m happy you are.” He smiled.

“Yeah me too.” You said smiling.

Just then a girl who was half naked walked up and grabbed his hand. “You coming back to our table Jack?” She questioned in a low seductive voice. Before he answered she looked at you up and down and giggled. “Girl he’s my date for the night find your own.” She said in a joking manner, but the grin on her face told you she wasn’t really joking. You gave her a smile back and looked back at him. He had a look of regret on his face.

“That’s totally fine! My boyfriend wouldn’t appreciate me on a ‘date’ with someone else tonight anyways. You two are totally so cute together!” You said in the fakest tone ever. You gave a quick cheeky fake grin to Jack and walked away…

Jack stood there speechless.. ‘Boyfriend’??

to be continued….

[dronarryfest]

Dronarry Fest Week 2: Masterpost!

Week two of Dronarry Fest is officially in the books, and what a trip this week was! We explored our feelings in Portugal, explored other things (wink wink) at a bed & breakfast in Devon, got attacked by peacocks at the Manor, and we even went beyond the Veil! If you missed any of our incredible works this week, it’s time to gather up your reading snacks/beverages/blankets/pets and go on an adventure with our lads (as always, mind the tags!). Don’t forget to leave a kudos, leave a comment, and give our wonderful MAs some much-deserved love!

[FIC] A Time, Dark and Divine || E || 17k

Inspired by The Last Star Falling by @tackytigerfic​ - On a humid night in Portugal, Draco Malfoy opens a door that Ron had thought long closed. CW: Jealousy

what a fantastic and scorching story this was !!! I LOVE this Ron so much he is so perfectly formed… no words, I am IN AWE! - citrusses

This fic is inspiringly good, I fucking love the jealousy mamba they are all dancing here, each taking turns to lead. - shiftylinguini

[FIC] Dandelion Wine || E || 2k || for @crazybutgood​ 

Harry studies Draco like it’s a game, catching every uneven breath, every muscle twitch. He supposes that’s what makes Ron so special compared to all the other men who have come and gone from their bedroom; Ron can take both of them apart just as easily as he can put them back together. 

How lovely, MA, the trust between Draco and Harry, the way that Ron fits so easily into their life together. - sweet_sorrow

I love how the metaphor extends to moments of bottled sweetness and memories where the three of them can be together, and that edge of melancholy that’s almost not there… I just really loved this morsel of a story - schmem_14

[ART] Lavender Haze || E || Digital Art || for @wolfpants 

When Draco’s latest curse breaking assignment requires him to stay for a few weeks in the small coastal town of Devon, he expects everything to go as usual. He’ll do his standard research, visit his client’s cursed ancestral home and attempt to lift the curse, find somewhere peaceful and quiet for the duration of his stay. So what the hell are Potter and Weasley doing at the B&B that Draco will be staying in?

OMG OMG OMG!!!! I CANNOT EXPLAIN WHAT THIS ART DID TO ME. - nv-md

This is—my brain has short-circuited. Every panel is perfect. - whimsymanaged

[FIC] A Season in Amber || T || 8k || for @wolfpants​ 

Nowhere in Draco's job description does it state that because he's an Unspeakable, he's skilled enough to retrieve Ronald Weasley (or anyone) from beyond the Veil. But when Potter gives him no other options but to join him in this literal death-defying endeavour, Draco does exactly that. If only finding Ron had been the hardest task.

This is such a great fic, I love a nerdy Draco and I love, love, love whenever he and Harry work together on a task, especially a perilous one! - wolfpants

There’s something whimsical and matter of fact about this eclectic adventure that has me hooked. It’s charming and fun! - schmem_14

[FIC] from your smile down to your feet || M || 9k

Draco and Harry both want to propose. Ron just wants to stop hearing about their sex life.

I knew before I was 1/3rd of the way through that I was going to bookmark this fic and read it over and over. It’s a delight ❤️ - marebear723

Hilarious and sexy and now I'm craving chocolate 🍫 😋 - lumosatnight

[FIC] Mastermind || E || 11k || for @lumosatnight

Draco Malfoy has been with Hermione Granger, is currently dating Harry Potter, and he's determined to have Ron Weasley at any cost. He has to complete his set of three, after all… CW:  Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Main Character Death, Stalking, Murder, Dubcon, Suicide, Gaslighting, Potion substance abuse, Mistaken identity, Blood, Implied violence, Explicit sexual content

I love this SO fucking much, it’s dark and insidious and perfectly creepy and had me on the edge of my seat the entire time!!! - nocturn

That was a fucking ride and a half. I wanted dark Draco and damn did you deliver!!! - lumosatnight

[amive2567]

Ingredients: Katsuki Bakugou x Gn! Reader Contains: argument, Aiko being dumb af, swearing, yelling, violence (not towards human or animals) Words: 1349 Taglist: @loveing-eyes

Masterlist Another love <;- Part 3 ... Part 5 ->

He attempted to enter his residence quietly. At the very least, because Aiko didn't live with him, he could peruse the file in peace. In his vast living room, he poured a cup of coffee and sat at the Kotatsu. You could've been here waiting for him if he hadn't been so fucking focused on himself. Your children may be sleeping soundly. To clear his mind, he shook his head. He needed to concentrate on this file right now. He drank a gulp of the fluid energy and began reading.

Name: Yamada Kaiyo Sex: Male Age: 45 Place of living: Hosu, Hayai Miyazaki street 15 Work: Learned engineering, but got expelled in his second year. Is now working as a gas station attendant. Criminal record:

selling and consuming Cannabis in 3670 (7 years of imprisonment)

robbery in 3679 (4 years of imprisonment)

consuming cannabis again in 3685 (7 years of imprisonment)

Complaint:

"Yamada Kaiyo was accused of kidnapping Y/N L/n (also known as H/N) by second-place hero Dynamight. They went missing on the 3rd of April at around 4 p.m. Yamada Kaiyo was accused of driving them to the airport, but due to his drunken driving style, he got stopped by Dynamight. L/n was not inside. The investigation of the car proved that they in fact sat inside it. "

Defense:

Yamada couldn't remember their name nor that they sat inside his car. He couldn't talk about the incident. He proved his innocence in the lie test. Due to his criminal record, his persona couldn't be removed from the complaint. The lack of proof is also confusing. Yamada has to be taken into custody until we got more proof. 

Status: crime is on hold, the criminal is transferred to the Hosu station.

Bakugou took a deep breath. At least this culprit wasn't on the street, back again. Bakugou almost fell asleep since the coffee didn't work today. The soothing heat emitted by the Kotatsu did nothing to alleviate the fatigue. His eyes wanted to flutter shut, but Bakugou tried to fight against it. The last 24 hours were a roller coaster of emotions, his body and especially his soul were exhausted. He tried to continue reading the file, but his eyes closed themself, and he fell asleep.

The wild ringing of his doorbell made him startle from his sleep. "Who the hell is this?" he cursed and got up from the ground. His neck, but everything else hurt. Never ever would he sleep on this table again. Even the desk at work was more comfortable. He rubbed his neck, trying to get rid of the soreness. Annoyed, he opened the door. "What do you want?" he hissed at the person in front of his door. Bakugou looked up into the green eyes of his wife. "You didn't answer any calls, you went away for more than five hours, and you didn't even cared to send me a text that you had to leave." she began to complain. "It's my job. I can't always tell you when I have to head out. Now fuck off, if that's all you wanted:" He closed the door behind him, or at least he tried. She shoved her foot inside and opened the door again. "What were you doing?" Bakugou rubbed his temple. "For fuck sake, it's not your fucking business." he almost shouted. She made him lose his patience. Her annoying questions and her fake interest were just something that made him lose his already short temper. 

Her blushed cheeks were now not only red because of the expensive blush but also because of her rage. "What in the hell were you doing? I demand that you tell me." she asked furiously. "I fucking did investigations to solve a crime," Katsuki mumbled apathetically. Maybe she would vanish after that, but she didn't. Aiko stepped inside and closed the door behind her. "You always leave, just like you left from our wedding party. Only to look after some chic. Are you that desperate to have more than just one wife? They are just some weirdo, forget them. Even if they were missing who cares? Get your shit together. I didn't marry that person." Every word coming from her botox lips made his blood boil even more. His palms were sweating so hard that the explosions almost formed themself. "What did you just say?" he grumbled angrily. His red eyes were almost glaring holes into her porcelain skin. "Y/n is my best friend, and they got kidnapped. Of course, I will find the kidnapper of my friend, even if it meant hurting people. You stupid bitch. Besides that you only married me for the money and fame you would gain. I don't love you, and you don't love me." He screamed at her. Her almond eyes widened, and tears began rolling down her cheek. "Yeah go on and cry. That's the person you married. It's your fault." The explosions of his hands didn't stop, they only grew bigger and bigger. "I don't cry because of you, you asshole. I am angry. Why do you always care about this whore more than about me? I love you, Suki." She tried to get near him, to touch his arm. He only wrenched himself from her grasp. "I always loved you. I was happy that daddy could make you marry me, but now I just hate you. I am your wife. I am your first responsibility. Who cares if this pathetic human being is missing? You don't even hug me" Bakugou hissed and totally snapped. "I hug who I want to. I hug who I love. Especially when they are kind, caring, and not stupidly annoying." "Who are you referring to?" she asked, her voice slowly breaking. "Y/n of course. You fucking twig." Now Aiko also got mad. She stomped onto the ground like a little child. "Why would I care about them?" "Because I care about them." He shouted, while sending an uncontrolled explosion down the hallway, but he didn't care. He was so enraged he wanted to strangle her. Bakugous red eyes were almost burning into her soul, but not in a good way. In a way, she wanted to disappear to lie crying on the floor. Her eyes widened in fear. "Morning, noon, and night I care about them, and you always talked bad about them." He made a distance between himself and her. He knew that she filled enough fuel into the flames that this whole house could explode. "Y/n is who I want. That is where my loyalties lie. That is who my priority is." "And what about the woman you married?" she shouted, not as elegant as she always seemed to be. "I refuse to be held responsible for this heinous blunder. I clean my hands of it. This was a mistake." He screamed. His voice was now like a rumble of thunder, and Aiko began to flinch, but he didn't care. Her skin was paler than ever. "And I am not to blame that this driver was incompetent to be caught by you of all people. He should just normally deliver this whore to me," She shouted back at him. There was a loud since between them. "What did you just say?" whispered Bakugou in shock. She started to laugh embarrassed. "Nothing" she squealed. "What did you just say?" Bakugous thunderous voice was now only a crazy whisper. "I captured them. Satisfied? I hid them in Daddy's huge storage hall. My Bodyguards take care of her." She was caught, by her own stupidity. 

Bakugou grabbed her arm and looked her in the eye menacingly. "Give me the address, now?" he barked and tied hands together. "At All-Might-Street 300" Her voice quivered, she had not even the urge to fight back. Aiko knew she was busted, better face her act. Bakugou sends one last blast toward his wife to get your unconscious. With loud blasts, he left his house and flew to the address. While in flight he called Izuku to update him, but he could bust Aiko's Bodyguards easily. 

[hillbillyoracle]

Eclipse Self Reflection

I spent a lot of time thinking about how I've never had close relationships period. Not with family, not with friends, not with romantic partners. I have spent years and years of my life trying painstakingly to change that - to learn better social skills, to get out there, to join things, to initiate and create - and none of it has worked.

And I feel like there's this question that's been hanging over me for a long time - when am I just going to accept what I cannot change?

Whatever allows other people to have close relationships must not be something I can directly impact or I would have figured it out by now. My natal chart is majorly detrimented and this must just be an aspect of it; south node solar eclipse in my 7th house (relationships), Mars detrimented in my 5th (sex), ruling my 4th (family) and my 11th (friends and community), Jupiter detrimented in my 9th (spirituality), ruling my 12th (unknown) and my 3rd (travel and correspondence).

I learned in middle school that my only way into a social life was to have skills people wanted. Despite going to a church for over a year I didn't really get invited to anything until people spotted the designs I doodled my arms to help with social anxiety. I started getting invited to hang out with people to doodle the designs on them. I did this through high school.

In college, it was tarot and that's continued into my adult life. People forget I fucking exist until they want a free tarot reading. I'm just burnt out. Because being useful is not a deep connection for me. It's nice but it's not socially reciprocal. It's really just having me pay for socialization with my skill. And it makes it feel like there's no point in be beyond that skill.

I took a break from social media last year and I had one person even attempt to keep in touch with me off of it. It stung. I appreciate my online only relationships but they're not terribly close either. I orbit their lives, I'm not really a part of them.

I don't know. I just feel something fundamentally shifting.

I regularly find myself wishing I could just erase myself from people's memories. I thought I would regret not trying more but I deeply wish I'd tried less in most relationships and friendships. Thinking of my current friends doesn't make me happy; thinking of them feels like when you loose a tooth and your tongue won't pressing on the spot to see if it's still sore. I think I'm approaching something like painful resignation to my lot, a visceral understanding that closeness with other people just isn't in the cards.

But there's also a resentment boiling. Not that I'm like entitled to friends or anything but rather that I feel like I'm being forced to become what other people often seemed like they wanted me to be, something I never saw anyone else be - emotionally self-sufficient, physically self-reliant, and generally distant. When people have perceived me this way, they seemed to like me more. I guess because it's easy to like someone who needs nothing from you and prefers your absence.

And it's the last thing I want to be, but it feels like there's really no choice - it's the only way to cope with the consistent and overwhelming degree to which I'm socially isolated.

It is a little funny though - if I'm able to find any humor in the situation at all - that I often felt like people preferred this version of me because they didn't feel comfortable with how high my expectations were for people, which weren't in the grand scheme of things that high - how dare I want to be understood and occasionally thought of? I guess they thought I wouldn't expect as much from them if I didn't like them.

But as I move toward this version of myself I never truly wanted, my bar for acceptable company only gets higher and higher. I don't like them because I expect better of people I spend regular time with. So jokes on them I guess.

I think part of why I feel such deep pain about this is at least in part because I do not have a model for a meaningful life without those fruitful connections with others I can't seem to make happen. The closest I can come to that are probably monastic communities but even they, crucially, live in a community.

So it doesn't feel like just giving up on a dream. It feels like giving up on a core part of a good life. And I'm really at a loss with what to do about any of it.

Who knows. Maybe I'll reread this later and like damn, Marz, you're mopey. But maybe later I'll look back and go yeah you were onto something. Time to change.

[fictionqween]

Rainbow in the Dark

Summary: Tessa Dixon never thought that taking her little brother to his guitar lessons would end up changing her life for the better. (Better summary coming soon lol)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OFC (multi-chapter)

Warnings: 18+, Slow burn, eventual SMUT, bad language, drug usage, mentions of self-harm. 

IMPORTANT: This takes place a year and a bit before the events of Season 4. 

Authors Note: Like my previous post states, I’ve been so out of the loop on writing fanfiction. Literally this ideas has been playing in my head nonstop since Season 4 was released and I was happy to keep it as a daydream until the Duffers did us dirty with that finale. This is my attempt at fixing it in all our brains. Please let me know if there is something I’ve not done right formatting wise, it’s been a while. This is for you Eddie bby. If there is enough interest in the fic I’m sure I’ll do a few one-shots based off the character. I’m nervous to post but here goes!

Please note that I don’t own any characters except the ones I’ve created and this is just for fun. Nobody has permission to republish this work. I may eventually end up putting it on ArchiveofourOwn if there’s enough interest.

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Chapter One: Walking on Sunshine

January 3rd, 1985

“Tessa, for the last time, can you please get Harry ready for his lessons?”

The loud, booming voice dominated Steve Perry’s lucious, dulcet vocals, despite how loud they rang from the boombox on my desk. Sighing, I finished tying the shoelaces of my black hightops and snatched my bag from where it rested beside me on the bed, unwillingly killing the music to get ready for the day. 

Saturdays were always busy in my household, and had been for as long as I could remember. Dad worked shift work at the fabrication plant just before the outskirts of Hawkins, and mom owned her own beauty salon in town. They spent more time working than they did at home, which left me to step in as a secondary mother figure to my 9 year old brother, Harrison. 

Speaking of the devil, a head of black curly hair poked itself around my semi-closed door, a nervous smile ghosting across his thin lips. Emerald green eyes met mine, apprehension swirling in their depths. 

“Hey buddy,” I greeted softy, giving him an encouraging smile. “Almost ready to go?”

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered out, gently pushing the door open a bit more to step inside the room. 

His lean, tiny figure looked almost miniature beside the guitar case he was carrying, and my heart lurched at the excited yet fearful look on his pale features. 

Ever since he was born, I knew Harrison was different. He was soft spoken, timid, and oh so kind. It drove my hardworking, steel toe boot wearing, no nonsense Dad up the fucking wall to have a son so soft around the edges….a Sally, he had called him once during an argument with my mom. In fact, my Dad had never been shy to vocalize what an utter disappointment Harry and I were to him after a few beers under his belt. 

I, on the other hand, adored Harrison with every fibre of my being. I was 8 when he was born, and knew the moment I held him in my arms that he needed me to protect him from the world, no matter what it cost. Where my dad saw softness and weakness, I saw beauty and kindness. We were like two sailors, clinging to one another for survival. Most days, I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

When Harrison had expressed an interest in getting an electric guitar for Christmas, my dad leapt at the chance to fulfill his dreams. It still wasn’t “masculine” enough of a hobby for Dad, who would have preferred him to play softball or football, but it got him away from his books and into something a little bit more acceptable in his eyes. 

It was the first and only time I was grateful for something my dad did. To see Harrison’s face light up with joy on Christmas Day when he opened his brand new guitar is a moment I never wanted to forget. 

And now here he was just over a week later, standing at the entrance of my bedroom with the most hopeful expression in his eyes, ready to start his very first day of lessons. 

“Alright buddy, if you’ve got everything, then let’s do it.”

Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I stepped forward and easily took the case from my brother, knowing he would struggle with the weight of it. Smiling, he took my hand and the two of us walked down the stairs and out of the house, calling a half-hearted goodbye to our dad on the way.  

I could sense Harrison’s nerves, not in the way he spoke (as he was a boy of very few words), but in the way he tousled his dark locks and bounced his thin knee up and down. 

“Listen bud, it’s not a big deal, okay? It’s your first lesson and no one is expecting you to be some rock god,” I gave a chuckle, patting his leg in what I hoped was a comforting gesture. “Just go in there and have fun.”

He was quiet for a few moments, bright eyes watching me as I drove our old Mustang into town. 

“Will you…will you stay?” he asked quietly, the bouncing in his leg only picking up speed. 

“At your lesson?” I asked, quirking a brow but not taking my eyes off the road. 

“Y-y-yes,” he stammered out, a habit he was prone to when nervous.

I paused for a moment, mulling that over. 

“If it will make you feel better if I did, then yes. I’ll stay.”

He didn’t speak for the rest of the drive, but I could tell that he was grinning widely when he turned his face back to the window. 

We pulled into McGill’s Music Store with only a few moments to spare and I ushered Harrison into the store, myself hot on his heels with his guitar in hand. 

“Well, well, Ms. Dixon. I haven’t seen you in here since you quit band!” Mr. McGill greeted from behind the counter, a smile on his face at seeing an old customer.

“Hey Mr. McGill,” I replied breathlessly, setting the guitar case down as I came to a stop at the front counter. “Yeah it’s been ages since I’ve picked up a clarinet. But I’m not here for me, I’m here for Harrison.”

My hand fell to my brother’s shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze as he meekly waved at the graying shopkeeper.

“Ah yes, your Mom was in here before Christmas registering him for lessons. It was a guitar she got you for Christmas, if I’m remembering correctly?”

“Y-yes sir,” Harrison responded, making Mr. McGill’s smile soften considerably at the tell-tale sign of his nerves.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Dixon. You’ve got one of the finest guitar coaches that Indiana has to offer. You’ll have so much fun.”

Harrison nodded but didn’t speak again, looking up at me as if he was pleading for relief from this small talk. 

“His instructor is already waiting for him in room 2. You’re welcome to stay with him if you want, Tessa,” he informed me, an unspoken agreement passing between us as we locked eyes. 

“Thanks Mr. McGill. Will do!”

Hurrying Harrison so as to not to keep his instructor waiting, we headed to the other side of the shop where the classrooms were nestled. Harrison held the door open for me as I lugged his heavy guitar case over the threshold, giving him a warm smile. 

Setting the case down in front of me, I looked up and was caught completely off-guard at who was waiting for us. Sitting in one of two foldable chairs…. was Eddie Munson. Long, curly brown hair framed his pale, angular face, and his wide dark brown eyes met mine with a hint of surprise. 

He stood awkwardly and quickly, and I noticed he was wearing his trademark Dio vest and Hellfire Club t-shirt. It was rare to see him without it, he lived and breathed his Club. We had only chatted a few times here and there in the time we’d gone to school together, and I’d found him very enigmatic yet funny, and not at all deserving of his title of “Freak”. He was a year older than me and should have graduated last year, but he had flunked Senior Year and there were rumours swirling he was on track to fail again this year. 

His aloof attitude toward school and extracurricular activities made it hard for me to grasp that he would be the one teaching Harrison every weekend. 

“Tessa Dixon….right?” he pointed at me, silver rings glittering in the bright morning sun that was filtering in through the windows. 

“Yeah, that’s right. Hey Eddie,” I said, an awkward smile splaying across my lips. “I had no idea you taught lessons here.”

He gave a little shrug, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Gotta make ends meet, right?”

“Fair enough,” I laughed, clasping Harrison on the shoulder again. “This is my little brother Harrison. He’s the one here for lessons. He just got his guitar for Christmas and he may not look it right now, but he’s super excited.”

Those dark, inquisitive brown orbs turned to take in Harrison’s appearance, and I could have sworn I noticed a softness creep into their swirling depths. 

“Hey man,” he said, raising a hand again. “I’m Eddie. I’ll be the one teaching you to shred like hell on that thing. You up for the challenge?”

My heart swelled at the soft tone Eddie’s voice took on, clearly reading Harrison’s body language and sensing his distress. Even so, Harrison still turned to me, looking up at me with anxiety filled eyes. I knew what that look could lead to, and the need to help calm him overtook me. 

“Listen, buddy,” I said softly, kneeling down in front of him. “Eddie here can shred with the best of them. When we were in public school, this guy was killing it in our talent shows.”

Gesturing behind me to Eddie, I waited until I saw Harrison peer over my shoulder at him before drawing his attention back to me. 

“I would not bring you to lessons with just anybody, okay? Give him a chance, he knows what he’s doing. Okay?”

After a few moments of silence, Harrison finally nodded. 

“Alright my dude, let’s do this,” I said with a grin, high-fiving him before standing. “Eddie…do you mind if I stay for the lesson? I promised him I would, he’s just nervous.”

“Uh, no, I don’t mind at all. Here, let me…” he trailed off, snagging up his chair and rushing it over to the side of the room and eccentrically and exaggeratedly gestured that I sit.  “M’lady.” 

I blushed and thanked him, pulling my bag into my lap. I watched as Harrison got seated, cautiously opening up his guitar case and then Eddie was soon beside him, another chair in hand. Knowing he was in good hands, I pulled my copy of Neuromancer out of my bag and thumbed through the dog-eared pages, finding my place with ease. 

I had every intention of reading through the session, but Harrison’s soft laughter, a sound usually reserved for me and only me, floated over to me from where I sat on the sidelines. Glancing up, I watched as Eddie made a soft joke under his breath, evoking yet another peal of soft laughter from my brother. They talked quietly together for a few moments, heads almost together, before Eddie positioned his fingers on the stringers, showing Harrison his first chord of the day. 

Witnessing Eddie teach was like watching a fish out of water. I wholeheartedly felt that he didn’t deserve the hate that he received at school from our peers, but there was no denying he was....eccentric. I’d never known him in this capacity, nor had I ever known my brother to take to somebody so easily.

I watched them for a few moments, heavy chords permeating the room loudly, and realized a wide grin was spreading across my face. As if he could feel my stare, Eddie looked up over Harrison’s head and gave me a small twitch of his lips, nodding in my direction. 

I nodded back, the grin not leaving my face even as I turned my full attention back to my book. One thing was for sure, there was definitely more to Eddie Munson than what meets the eye. 

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“You did a wicked job today, buddy,” I heard Eddie praise after the hour lesson was up, a ringed hand clasping Harrison’s shoulder as he started to put away his guitar. “Keep practicing what you learned today, and I’ll see you next Saturday.”

He paused a moment, brown eyes looking in my direction as I stood and started gathering my things as well. “What about you, Dixon?”

“Me?” I asked, raising a brow at his now smiling face. 

“Yeah you. See you next week?”

“She’ll be here every week,” Harrison piped up, a smile ghosting his lips. 

“Right on. I’ll see you around then.”

“Definitely. Thanks Eddie,” I responded, a light blush creeping up my neck and to my cheeks. “I’ll see you around.”

It wasn’t until we were halfway home that I realized that both Harrison and I were both in an incredible mood despite it being our usually busy Saturday morning. 

Chapter 2

[troutfur]

Different Anon, but the clan dynasty thing with a mentor being your third parent/partician AU where Lion goes with a few others to give Berry his last rights....It's perfectly heartbreaking. Especially since they didn't get along, although I can see their rivalry cooling to an antagonistic friendship after they're apprenticed and Berry becomes Bramble's son. Like, they both realize that they're Kin, and both are very protective of their Kin, so they both recognize that yeah, that's now my cousin, I can tease them but fuck anyone else who does. Lionpaw and Berrypaw teasing each other, but not really being nasty unless they're extremely stressed and then they take it out on each other. OH. Lionpaw and Berrypaw are out together doing a paired hunting assessment, when the fox trap incident happens--Berry spots it and pushed Lionpaw out of the way, saving Lion's life but getting his backleg and tail trapped in the fox trap, Lionpaw attempting to free Berry, then the shadowclan patrol shows up and Lion trues to use his authority as a partician to get them to help free Berry, but they just taunt them both, gaining Lion's permanent dislike and hate. Lionpaw racing back to Thunderclan, ignoring the slight pain from his hip displaysia, and crying out for Leafpool, and of course Crowfeather goes immediately to see what's wrong with his son, and goes to help free Berrypaw.

Adding this other anon that I'm assuming is from the same person:

Mentor is your 3rd parent/Partician AU: they manage to save Berrypaw's back leg, but he still loses his tail, and Lionpaw asks him why he'd save Lion, and Berry just snorts. "You're my Kin. I look after my kin." This incident is what pushes Lionpaw to train harder, thus causing his accident. Berry feels horrible, and every moment of his free time he helps Lionpaw and encourages him. "Once you're out of the augurs den, I'll help you until you're the best apprentice in the clan. You'll be so good Firestar will have to make you a warrior." Berrypaw bringing warmed rocks and placing them around Lionpaw, the heat helping with his sore muscles. Both apprentices learning how to deal with their disabilities, with Berry having a permanent limp and a stump fora tail, and Lionpaw with his severe hip displaysia. Berry consoling Lion when he finds out he can't learn any of Thunderclan's tree traveling or jumping techniques. "I can't either, Lion. I don't have the strength in my back leg to transverse from tree to tree or even climb one. We can help each other by developing a different attack though."

I love how you all manage to make everything so nice and wholesome with your little ficlets you share in my inbox. Yes, I love this a lot. I like the implication that Lion is close with his uncle Brambleclaw, close enough he forms a strong cousin bond with Berrypaw. I'm also a big fan of the solidarity on display and how you shuffled the events of canon to fit your purposes. I don't have much else to say, so, go anon! Keep sharing this delicious content.

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (535): Sun 3rd Sep 2023

I'm a few days in to this "Don't Break the Chain" challenge where I'm attempting to write at least one joke a day for a full year and I've already come up with a few decent ones. The trouble is because I have this God damn job I can't work on jokes in bed at home like I want to so what I've started doing is loading some news stories onto my phone before I go to work and then when I'm walking around at work I'll go over the stories in my head trying to think of jokes. Today I came up with a joke I was really proud of (i know I said I wouldn't post any of them on here but I'm so proud of myself for this one that I have to share it. Also I have to prove that I actually am sticking to this challenge and being productive). As you may have seen there are numerous schools which have been told to close because it's transpired that they were built with concrete that has a limited shelf life and could collapse at any moment. I thought about this for a while and eventually I wrote down "As if things can't get any worse for the Tories now they've found out that kids are going to schools built with weaker material than you'd find in one of Ricky Gervais' Netflix specials". In addition to this decent joke I also came up with a shit one when I saw on the Sunderland Global Network that a bunch of chickens had escaped from a farm in Ryhope and I posted "probably off to the town for a hen party". Now as I said that one is shit but at least it is a joke and hopefully now that my brain is getting used to thinking in terms of jokes it will churn out more actually funny ones than it will shitty Tim Vine-esque puns. Before bed I checked my phone and saw that CM Punk has been fired by AEW. I had hoped that after the last controversy with Punk stemming from Brawl Out and the fact that Khan literally gave him his own show in order to keep him happy and segregated from members of the roster he doesn't like that the issues with Punk would fizzle out. I went to bat for Punk so many times after the last incident but I really can't defend his behaviour this time, you can't threaten the boss and expect to get away with it. I like Punk as a wrestler and as a wrestling mind but the more I learn about the man behind the character the less I like him. I think that Punk's UFC run damaged him as a person more than he realized. This is a guy who grew up believing that if you work hard and believe in yourself then you can achieve anything you want. Then a few years ago he learned that no matter how much a jiu jitsu white belt works and believes in themselves they won't be able to beat a jiu jitsu brown belt in a cage fight. I think after Punk got his arse handed to him in that cage he developed a kind of Napoleon complex to the point where he has to constantly make out that he's the toughest guy in every room. It's like that expression "the weakest dogs bark the loudest". As happy as I was when I found out there would be a second AEW show I was less enthusiastic when I found out that Khan was basically going to let Punk run the show and do whatever the fuck he wanted. In recent weeks there have been reports that Punk had Christopher Daniels, Matt Hardy, Ryan Nemeth etc sent home because he sees them as the enemy which is bullshit and a wrestler shouldn't have that kind of influence over the product. Hopefully Punk's release will give him a chance to work on his ego and his little man complex and maybe if he can prove to Tony that he's a changed man then eventually we might see him back in an AEW ring one day.

[fatedwithmbc]

Ibrance, party of one… Ok, that’s kind of lame, but I can’t sleep. I don’t know if this is a legitimate side effect or a psychosomatic one. I was not thrilled to be beginning a new line of treatment tonight (or in general). Line ONE should do the trick. It should be most effective. It’s the gold standard according to every second opinion doctor I met with prior to treatment even beginning. It’s supposed to kill the cancer proteins. Starting a second line, especially one that comes with all of the same side effects as the first line of treatment is like being back at square one. I’m scared I’m going to lose my energy and go right back to sleeping and being in bed all day as the meds kill the cancer proteins. Fuck, I STILL have to use the words “cancer proteins”. It doesn’t get easier almost a year later.

I had an appointment with my primary care physician yesterday. The last one ever. She is leaving the practice because of the rules Penn has placed on their doctors to see “X” amount of patients in “X” amount of time per day. As a physician, I am sure it’s frustrating to be told how much time you can allot to one patient, especially when they have a significant illness or complications. She did have some different insight on my back pain which I was happy about— because “ghost pain” sans an amputation wasn’t cutting it with me. The hypothesis is that I likely have some nerve pain in my back, or a pinched nerve. This explains why sitting and standing emphasize the pain, while laying down alleviates it. She ordered an MRI, but the first available appointment is for August 3rd. “A shortage of technicians” is what the scheduler stated. I immediately contacted my Jefferson care team to see if there was anyway this could be expedited. The last thing I want is to miss out on Colorado because I can’t sit or stand. I left a message with my oncologist not expecting a response until today (06/29/23), alas, he called me last night and is getting an appointment STAT.

Side note, I love saying “STAT”, it makes me feel official.

I finally return to therapy and psychiatry tomorrow. These will be my first appointments since my 10 day hospital stay (sang like the words “3 hour tour” from the Gilligan’s Island theme song (And speaking of older shows, the man who plays the character Herman Munster is also the judge in My Cousin Vinny… look it up, you’re welcome)). I’m both excited and anxious for these appointments. Excited because it’s been too long for me to be without these services and anxious because I am not sure if I am going to be told my progress sans anti-depressant has been some type of mania. To me, it’s progress, although, I recognize the need for my antidepressant and am looking forward to restarting it. I am hoping the adjunct I have been taking can help me find a middle ground in life. A nice easy place where I sleep regular hours and have motivation to do the simple things like laundry, versus returning to the world of sleeping all day and accomplish nothing because I don’t wake up until 4pm. YES! That was my normal. I don’t want to go back there. Especially after enjoying English Muffins each morning with my Mom-Mom while we discuss our plans for the day.

I suppose that is enough for my medical fears and updates.

Outside of these “developments”, I have attempted a reconnection with my estranged family as my uncle has an incurable Glioblastoma and is in hospice care. I feel terrible for this man who was intelligent, determined, loving and stubborn to a fault (which he learned from his father). He was a good father to his children, and even to me when I was a child and spent many summers at his home or on vacations that he and his wife lavished upon me. We used to be so close. It’s funny how estrangement happens and no one wants to be the owner of the reason. In the end, I will eat the blame, just so I can have a chance to say good bye. Is that right? No. And frankly, I’m more than a little pissed off about it. How do you put adult responsibilities in a child’s hands and then shame them for being unable to meet your expectations of them. I have a distinct memory of baby sitting for my other aunt and uncle for a week during the summer in high-school. At the time, they lived about a mile away from my ill uncle. I spent the money I earned to buy my aunt a birthday present and she snubbed me for weeks over not coming to see her despite the gift. Why? Because I didn’t come see them while I wasn’t babysitting. I was 15, I had a boyfriend and friends who, at the time felt more important, as those things do at t hat age. Emotional maturity never seemed to be a strong suit for that side of the family and I recall it causing many rifts and hurt feelings for many. Especially “S” children. At the end of the day, I just want to do the right thing. But as I have said before, why does the right thing always mean I’m eating the blame? It hurts. I loved them all once upon a time and thought the sun shone out of all of their asses. Little did I know that my father was giving me the best upbringing I could have had in life. One with just the right amount of hardship to teach me how to earn things for myself, how to be a decent human and to love where it was deserved.

Newsflash: Money does not equal everything, nor does it equal a happy life. Though I am sure it doesn’t hurt.

Why did karma decide I could have a long life with a stage IV diagnosis, while others I love have a stage IV diagnosis and quickly deteriorate and die? I can’t reconcile it with anything I have in my heart.

I’m starting to get teary eyed while typing this, and at 3:35am, I should probably try to get some sleep for my body’s sake. As always, thanks for listening (or reading). El Fin.