#but also what the fuck else am i supposed to do

[cainsau]

A Game of Updog || The Boys Imagine

(Platonic) Soldier Boy x GN!Reader Featuring: Butcher, Hughie

Summary: Set in S3E7. The car ride to Mindstorm is too quiet for your liking. You decide to spice things up by trying out the updog trick on good ol' Soldier Boy.

Warning: None, just silly stuff

"Do you smell that?"

Soldier Boy, who's sitting next to you in the passenger seat, looks at you weird and starts smelling the car, "What?"

Hughie does the same in the front seat, "I don't smell anything."

"Really? 'Cause it smells a lot like updog in here."

Hughie manages to keep himself from smiling, not that you can see it, but he knows exactly what you're trying to do and will not mess it up for you. Soldier Boy, on the other hand, squints at you in confusion, "What's-"

"Oh, for fuck's sake." Butcher interrupts, also aware of your trick, and is trying to stop it. "We are NOT on a fucking road trip to the Dolomites. Can i just have a tiny bit of peace while i'm driving?"

Soldier Boy raises his eyebrows at Butcher. He seemed fine with you and Soldier Boy talking just an hour ago.

"Sorry," you tell him, "It's just... i'm bored, and the car smells like updog."

There it is again, the word he doesn't understand. Hughie was kind enough to explain new words like bluetooth and internet, so maybe this is another new thing... or it's a sensitive topic to Butcher, judging by how aggressively he reacted. Soldier Boy opens his mouth to speak, but Butcher beat him to it again.

"Fine!" Butcher rolls his eyes, "If you can't shut up, why don't we talk about Mindstorm, hm?"

"Okay." You sigh, leaning back into your seat, then turns to face Soldier Boy. "Do tell us about him."

"Well, he can read your mind." He says, matter-of-factly.

You look at him, waiting for him to continue, but he doesn't say anything else. "Is that it?" You ask.

"What, don't you know him?"

"Nope," You shake your head, "I don't know much about him, or you, or any of Payback to be honest."

Soldier Boy seems surprised. He thought that his former team was popular. Perhaps the times have changed and the younger people are no longer taught about the predecessors of The Seven.

"Oh, but it's because i used to be indifferent about these things, not because you're not famous." You assure him. "You heard it yourself, the things Homelander say about you."

"Right. Anyway," He shrugs it off, "Mindstorm can get inside your head too, so don't look him in the eye."

"Where am i supposed to look, then?"

"Anywhere but his eyes." He answers with a cheeky smile.

"Okay."

"And he's also kinda strong."

"Is he as strong as updog?"

"What's updog?"

"I don't know, what's up with you?"

Finally! The moment you've been waiting for! Your eyes sparkle with delight as you grin from ear to ear, celebrating the success of your little game.

Soldier Boy only stares at you, eyes furrowed and speechless, trying to process what just happened. Hughie is looking outside the window, failing to hide a little laughter. Next to him, Butcher groans loudly, mumbling curses under his breath.

[stayingstromboli]

ACADEMIC RIVALS- MATTHEW STURNIOLO X FEM READER

TW: KISSING, SWEARING

SUMMARY: Matt and you have always competed against each other, whether it be sport, grades or friends. However will your secret romantic feelings for each other change your relationship or just make you hate each other more?

A/N- Matt and you are 17 and are in high school (I think- I’m British and our school system is different so sorry if I got the wrong school year). Also this is my first time writing seriously so I hope it’s good.

"Matt let me past."

Me and Matt had never really got along. By really I mean at all. Since middle school he strived to make every waking day a misery for me, going out of his way to annoy me. And in return I made sure do the same to him. Tests, assignments, even in terms of popularity. Everything we did we were endlessly competing to try and one up the other, constantly at each other's throats trying to drag the other down. When did this all start? Nobody could remember anymore. It's just how it's always been. And nobody cared to be the one tobe the first to put and end to these antics and 'lose'.

"Matt move the fuck away, go haunt someone else", I spat at the boy, who stood blocking my path, leaning on the lockers in front of me.

My annoyance was very apparent as I eyed him in disgust, his bright blue eyes meeting my stoney grey eyes. The bell had rung, signaling us to go to our next lesson, the sudden flood of students trapping me, pushing me into my locker, making it impossible for me to get around him.

"Make me", Matt sneers, clearly enjoying himself immensely as he saw the frustration growing on my face.

"Oh I fucking will"

I barge past Matt, shoving him out of my way. Or trying to. He grabbed me by the shoulders and yanked me back, leaning forward as he did so. His grip was firm leaving no room for me to wriggle away. There were inches between us, forcing me to breathe in the musk of his cologne,  strong and spicy, comforting almost. It took every fibre of my being to keep my breathing steady: Matt cannot know that I find him even remotely attractive. I'd never live it down! I prayed with all of my might that it wasn't obvious from my face or body language that I was flustered, desperately hoping that my face was not a bright shade of beetroot.

Matt stood like that for a good few minutes, studying my face with great intent, absorbing my every detail of my facial expression, which didn't exactly help my paranoia, especially when I saw his lips upturn slightly, clearly finding something amusing. My initial attempt at matching his stare with cold, icy one was a complete failure, his beautiful deep blue eyes drowning out any hatred or disdain behind my glare, so in defeat I fixed my eyes firmly on the floor to hide any fondness towards the boy in front of me. Or rather, I tried to. The success rate, however, was questionable. Each breath he took was hot on my neck, the thought of his smirk, his lips, too appetising, inviting me back in.

Fuck this man. How am I supposed to hate him when every attribute that made him so detestable made him so attractive at the same time. Like one of those villains in films that you're supposed to hate but everyone ends up fangirling over instead. The control. The charisma. The charm. Everything drawing you in. There he is towering over me, pinning me to the lockers physically restraining me and here I am losing all composure. He knows what he's doing and he's enjoying watching it happen, and so I have to focus even harder to not give him that satisfaction of winning.

Finally snapping my attention back to the bigger problem at large, I took my chance while he was preoccupied. My foot smashed down onto his, causing Matt to yelp, in what must've been shock rather than pain- we both know that I certainly don't have enough strength to actually hurt him, just enough to cause a minor inconvenience. I quickly turned on my heels and stalked away down the now isolated corridor, which in itself was quite a worrying sign. I made my escape while I still could, but out of my peripheral I could see Matt, trailing after me like a disease.

I pretty much ran to English, anxiety churning away in my stomach as I wondered how late I even was.

"Theres no point going."

Matt's voice startled me, pulling me back from the mess of worries circling my head.

"Excuse me?"

"English class. Theres no point going. He'll only give you detention. Come with me instead."

"Matthew, why the fuck should I trust you? You're the one who got me into this mess in the first place", I reply sharply, not even turning to acknowledge him as I continued at my fast pace.

"What can you not bear missing one lesson? You're either too scared to miss even one small worthless little lesson or you've truly let your hatred towards me and cloud your better judgment. If we show up we'll just get detention, in which you'll have even more with me. Unless of course that was the pla-"

"Don't flatter yourself. Fine, I'll come with you, but only to avoid the embarrassment of everyone turning to look as we enter."

A disgusting smug smile of self satisfaction was plastered across his face as I followed him back down the hallway, making Matt look extremely punchable. Once we finally made it out of school and into the parking lot I followed him to his car, where he gestured for me to get in.

We were physically too close for me to even try and avoid my romantic feelings for him, not even half a meter between us in the front seats of the car. The smell of his cologne was stronger than ever, his hair fluffy and within arms reach, tempting me. The silver chain around his neck made him look even hotter, dangling over his pale blue hoodie which matched his eyes perfectly. My heart was thumping in my chest as my eyes trailed over the boy next to me, almost skipping a beat when I catch the rosy tint spreading across his cheeks while we looked at each other. I could've sworn I saw him glance at my mouth as he licked his lips. Matt? The same Matt that purposefully trips me up or insult me at every given opportunity or get in my way whenever possible. Surely not. They must've just been dry or something. I know him, he wouldn’t.. He couldn’t… And yet this side of the Matt in front of me was completely foreign to me.

He reached out to plug in the aux cable, his hand brushing past mine as he did, causing a sudden a jolt of electricity between us as our skin touched. My eyes immediately shoot up to meet his gaze at this sudden touch, and I feel myself feel hotter under his steady eye. I sat there goggling at his natural beauty, ensuring to remember the look of golden summer sun streaking across his face, shadows forming under his jawline and cheek bones contouring his face perfectly.

His hands meet his way to my cheeks, cupping them, and I melt further and further into him. He inched closer, his breath gently fanning my face. He was so close I could see every mark, scar and freckle on his face. Before I know it, Matt’s lips are smashed against mine, hard and urgent yet soft at the same time. The kiss is hungry, our lips passionately fighting against each other, desperate to feel more of the other’s touch. His tongue explored my mouth, the taste of him mixing with the taste of my cherry chapstick. His hands trail from my cheeks to wrap my waist, fitting perfectly, as if he was made to be with me.

We continued for a while, together a hot mess as we lent across the gear stick, tired from the strain but too desperate to feel each other’s touch to bear to stop. That was, until we were suddenly interrupted by a loud knock on the window and the shocked faces of Chris and Nick.

“Do you guys come up for air? God”

Disgust was written all over Nick’s face, his voice dripping in sarcasm, whereas Chris had a bemused smile playing at his lips. The shock of the noise made us separate immediately, jumping back, almost giving me a heart attack.

Matt just gives them the finger as I shrink back in my seat, nuzzling my head in the crook of his shoulder in embarrassment hoping to disappear. One things for sure: neither of his brothers are going to let us forget this. Ever.

[eddieandbird]

Waited for you—

You were suspicious of Patrick.

A/N: Thank you all so much for the love on my Art fic!! I am mostly an Art girly but Patrick has also affected me greatly, so enjoy this. - Bird

tags/warnings: smut | 2.3k words | f!reader x dom!patrick | pinv | rough | toxic relationship | slight noncon | choking | cheating ment | overstim

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The night was painfully quiet as you sat on the kitchen island. You don’t know how long you sat there with your cheeks puffed in frustration and your legs kicking off the edge until you heard him come in through the garage.

“Where the hell have you been, Patrick? It’s one in the morning,” You said monotonously as he walked in with a look you couldn’t decipher.

“Don’t worry about it, babe,” He scoffed, not meeting your gaze, instead going to the fridge to get a beer.

In the four months you’ve been dating him, he’d never been this nonchalant which was concerning. You knew Patrick had a past of messy relationships, but he promised you were different. For the most part, he had kept to his word and hadn’t raised any concern, but the combination of his tardiness and unenthusiastic greeting made your mind wander.

“Patrick, I don’t like that answer,” You scolded, wrapping your arms around yourself to self-soothe. “Did you go see someone or something?”

Patrick grabbed a beer from the fridge and looked at you sitting on the island in your vulnerable state. He could see the insecurities running through your mind. He sighed to himself and closed the fridge, walking up to you and stood between your legs. His eyes took in every inch of your body.

“Look at me,” he commanded, placing a hand on your thigh.

You lifted your head for a moment, trying to absorb any tears that threatened to fall before looking down at him from the counter.

“Yes?” You asked, your voice shaky as you felt his hand soothingly rub your leg.

You played the nonchalant girlfriend for him like he wanted, but it never felt great. Especially when he so easily acted like you didn’t exist sometimes. He did care, some part of him did.

Patrick smirked a little seeing you look at him so vulnerably. He moved closer, standing so he pressed up against your legs.

“Stop shaking,” he said with a teasing tone, tilting your chin down with his fingers so you’d look at him fully.

“Are you really worried I was with someone else?” He asked, his voice becoming softer than before.

“Maybe,” You pouted, lightly kicking around him.

You wanted to trust Patrick, but your doubts were loud between your ears. He wasn’t making it any better when he was being vague about why he was gone all night. You were slightly annoyed seeing his expression.

He moved his hand up your thigh, his fingers inched under your shirt to rub your stomach.

“You really think I went to see another girl?” He asked further, chasing your gaze.

“I mean, what else would you be doing? You know I sat up and waited for you all night? Sorry if I was fucking worried about you,” You puffed up your cheeks.

“You really need to stop overthinking so much, babe. It’s late, you should’ve just gone to bed,”

You glared at him without a word.

“Fine, you really wanna know what I was doing?”

“Tell me,” You pleaded, placing your hands on his shoulders and squeezing them as he placed kisses all over your neck.

He pulled away from your neck momentarily and smirked as he saw the frown on your lips. He leaned close to your ear and whispered in a cocky tone. “I was out with the boys, babe.”

“Why didn’t you just say that in the first place, you jerk?” You grunted and rolled your eyes.

You were trying to be serious with Patrick, but that just wasn't his style. You’d often try to have these conversations but it ended with you looking foolish.

“You didn’t call or text me back. How was I supposed to know, huh?”

“You worry too much,”

His smirk softened as he saw your serious expression and heard your irritated tone. He knew you had a point. He moved closer again, his hands going around your waist and pulling you towards him.

“Aww, sorry I didn’t give you enough attention for one night, princess,” he teased, tracing soft patterns on your hips.

He knew how much you fretted over him going out with his friends, and normally he would humor you, but he was feeling a bit impatient tonight.

“Very funny,” sarcasm dripped from your voice.

It took everything in you not to push him away. You knew he deserved that, but you had been waiting to spend time with him all night. Instead you just held his arms, as if he’d run out on you any moment.

“You weren’t that scared, were you?” He raised his brow.

“More like I was so nervous about where you were, I could throw up,” You exhaled loudly.

He noticed your tight grip on his arms and tried to lighten up his tone further. He knew he needed to stop messing with you, at least for a moment.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry I scared you this much,” he mumbled, his fingers continuing to trace lines on your skin.

He leaned in and nuzzled his face into your neck, his lips finding their way to the sensitive spot behind your ear.

“Next time, I’ll remember to call you,” he added against your skin.

“Thank you,” You grumbled, still a bit irritated that he’d been teasing you about this since he got home.

But as annoyed as you were, it didn’t stop your body from going warm wherever he kissed you. Your legs aimlessly kicked faster around him.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, baby,” You said sternly as if you weren’t enjoying this.

He chuckled against your skin, amused by your attempt at a stern tone.

“And what am I doing, sweetheart?” He whispered, his lips slowly trailing along your jawline.

He continued to tease and nibble on your skin, his hands making their way under your shirt and gently rubbing up and down your sides.

“If you think you’re getting lucky tonight, you’re out of your fucking mind,” You scoffed, pulling your neck away.

You gently grasped his wrists, pushing them away from you.

“I’m going to bed,” You announced.

Frustration got to his head as you pulled away from him.

“You’re not seriously going to bitch and be mad at me all night, are you?” He asked, his tone a mixture of annoyance and disbelief.

He stepped closer and slid his hands back to your thighs, gripping them firmly and forcing your legs around his waist. He leaned in close to your face and spoke in a low tone.

“You really think you’re going to deny me tonight?”

You stopped yourself from stumbling off the counter by propping yourself on your arms behind you.

“Patrick,” You warned.

Patrick kissed you deeply and hungrily, his tongue slipping into your mouth and exploring every inch. He could taste the sweet hint of the wine on your tongue as he ravaged your mouth. He pressed himself against you, his body trapping you against the counter.

He almost snapped your underwear as he roughly tugged it off your hips, giving you little time to lift your butt to let him drag it off your legs. Your breathing became erratic as he did this, your lips not leaving each others’ for even a second. The kisses became more desperate as he kneaded your hands into your thighs.

He finally broke the kiss and pulled away just enough to speak, his voice a low growl. "I want you so bad right now,"

You gasped as one of his hands journeyed around your hip, resting in front of your warm pussy. The heat radiating from it felt so inviting to him. You whimpered as his rough fingers circled around where you ached the most. Your eyes pleaded with him to stop.

Patrick then loosened the strings of his dark blue sweatpants, then tugged them down to his thighs, revealing his hard cock to you.

“Oh my god,” You whispered to yourself.

Patrick laughed devilishly. He loved the way you so desperately craved his touch, how your body reacted to his every move.

He got a strong satisfaction when you muttered to yourself. “You want it, don’t you, sweetheart?”

You trembled as you felt the cold counter shifting in temperature as you radiated onto it. You could feel yourself pooling out as you feast your eyes on him.

“Mhm,” You whimpered with a nod.

Every mewl that escaped your lips sent a jolt of electricity through his body, fueling his desire even more.

He leaned in close, his lips hovering just above your ear. "Say it," he said in a low, commanding tone.

Your desire to defy him fully fell away to the desire to have him.

“I want you, baby,” You said, your eyes magnetized to his throbbing length.

Choked moans escaped you. His hand explored you, lazily spreading you open for him to gaze upon your dripping center.

Patrick took himself into his hand, pumping into his fist for a moment. He made a show of it before he brought his length toward your inviting center. He continued the motion against you, slipping it past your folds with ease.

“Oh fuck,” You whined, one hand desperately clawing into his shoulder.

“Give me-“ Patrick’s actions were so erratic, he couldn’t complete his sentence before throwing your legs over his shoulders. His arm wrapped around the small of your back, bringing you toward him.

As soon as you felt him enter you, you both let out a strangled moan. Pleasure rained down on you, dousing any flames of anger or doubt you had.

“That’s it, baby,” You muttered, your forehead pressed to his.

Patrick's heart pounded in his chest as he held you against him, his arm wrapped securely around your back.

“You feel so good, babe,” he groaned, his lips brushing against yours.

For a few seconds, nothing could be heard but labored breaths and the rhythmic slapping of skin as he relentlessly pounded into you. Patrick having you on the kitchen island was an advantage, the height being perfect for him to fuck you. He sped up slightly, angling your hips where the entirety of him sunk into you with each thrust.

“Ah… Patrick,” You signaled to him that you wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

Patrick felt a wave of ecstasy wash over him as he heard you moan his name like that. He smirked a little at your cry, knowing you were close to the edge. However, he knew how much you could take, and he loved pushing you to the limit.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear once again. "You gonna come for me, sweetheart?"

“Yeah,” Your voice trembled, faltering with his relentless pounding.

Your eyes were heavy-lidded until he snaked a hand around your throat. He squeezed your trachea lightly as his hips crashed into you.

“Do it baby, I want you to come,” He demanded.

You gave a small nod, your eyes rolling up into your lids with a smile as he choked you. Patrick's eyes darkened with desire as he witnessed pure bliss wash over you. He squeezed harder on your throat as his hips crashed into you and felt your pulse quicken under his fingers.

You mushed your palm into his face as you were reaching your peak, a moan squeaked out of you as you did. Patrick smiled and scoffed before he shook his head to get your hand off him. You urgently tried to come back down from your high gently, but Patrick refused to let up.

“Patrick, I’m so sensitive!” You croaked, pushing him and trying to get him to stop.

Patrick smirked as he watched you struggle to come down from your high. He could see you were overly sensitive, your body shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. He loved hearing you writhe and squirm beneath his touch, the sound of your moans and gasps only fueling his desire.

He ignored your pleas “I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart,”

“Please, please, I can’t take it, I-“ You mindlessly stuttered.

“You can take it, baby. I wanna come too,” Patrick argued playfully, giving you a light smack on your jaw to have your attention return to him.

Your brows furrowed and your eyes glazed over as he kept on. However, you saw clear signs in his breathing that he would be done soon.

Even in the midst of the intensity, Patrick couldn’t help but notice the intense look in your eyes as you looked at him, silently begging him to finish and give you respite.

“Just a little longer, sweetheart,” he grunted.

He drew out hums from your mouth with each stroke. Patrick loved your pathetic noises. You felt your body going limp, your limbs bouncing around him as he continued to use you for his own pleasure.

“Baby,” you mumbled, trying to keep your eyes open.

Patrick's hips started to lose their rhythm as he was nearing his release. He was getting rougher with you, his movements growing more urgent as he chased his own pleasure. He loved seeing you like this, at his mercy and completely undone.

“You can take it, right baby?” He reiterated, his head turned to pepper kisses to your calves that surrounded him.

A few more deep strokes and then he slipped himself out. Without giving another thought to it, he gave his length a few more tugs and shot out all over your tshirt.

“Jesus, it’s all over my neck,” You breathlessly complained. “Patrick, I literally just took a shower before you got here,”

Patrick snorted as he saw the mess he had made on your shirt. He wasn't particularly concerned with your complaint, but he was amused.

He lazily tucked himself back into his sweatpants, his breathing still slightly ragged. He looked at you, a satisfied smile on his face.

"You'll be fine," he groaned. "Just take another one."

[shizunitis]

old man yells at cloud: shen qingqiu and the fandom

cw: discussions of homophobia, abuse & ableism

this was not supposed to get this long, or this disorganised. there’s also a lot of profanity because i am who i am. i half-apologise. annoyed/-ing yapping continues under the cut. i’ll reward u at the end with something i promise

look. listen. hear me out

i agree that shen “yuan” qingqiu is oblivious and it’s funny to see him panic and scramble for a foothold in the insane world of pidw, but some of you honestly sound like you think he should be drawn and quartered for having trauma.

y’all safely out of the closet, loved, accepted and supported since the womb? is that it? you’ve never hurt someone by believing lies purposely fed to you by “the system”? lies that, when questioned, get you punished or shunned? you’ve never been guilty? you’ve never been scared? you’ve never had to hide a part of yourself to be accepted? you’ve never been frustrated by your loved ones’ insistence that “they know better”?

“mxtx wrote a novel where the internet troll gets his comeuppance for bullying the poor author” cannot coexist with “abuse/pain/unjust punishment cannot give birth to a healthy society”. either you want shen yuan broken and made into something else more palatable to you, or you want him to be free to dote on and protect binghe and heal. it is clear what the story chose to do.

there’s a whole ass novel out here that’s basically screaming “be compassionate! be kind! be vulnerable! accept others as they come! solipsism is a bullshit thought experiment and not some grand theory about the nature of the universe!” and yet you’ve somehow, as if hungry for blood, focused solely on the shortcomings of a lost, inexperienced young man trying to make the best of his situation while being coerced by an omniscient, omnipotent, asshole of a god.

there is no clearer allegory in modern media about the destructive influence of coercion, brainwashing, and thought policing, than the one presented in svsss. and yet! here i fucking am, coffee-less, reading with my own two eyes corpsezun-cold ass takes on the “proper” ways of navigating self-discovery.

i hate having to be the one to tell someone to touch grass, so i’ll just urge you to read something else, something literal and educational about the struggles of queer/disabled/vulnerable people in unkind societies (all of them) and outright hostile ones (most of them). watch documentaries, seek out the elders of your communities, think back on your own unpleasant experiences, speak with people you don’t agree with and approach conversations with curiosity. lurk in fandoms before you post.

this is something you’ve internalised: that a queer person must be pure of mind and spirit to expect compassion. that a vulnerable person you deem weak must not be listened to since clearly, someone else knows better. that someone who makes a mistake/misunderstands something should be shunned, or at the very least berated in spite of having already faced the consequences of their actions.

y’all don’t have to love everyone to be kind to them and understand them. and honestly trying to “punish” a repressed queer man for how he’s choosing to survive in a hostile environment by spouting borderline-cruel bullshit about his thoughts that never leave his brain just tells me that you have done close to no self-assessment and are liable to hurt people by accidentally saying some horrendous shit you don’t even realise is painful to hear.

as you have done, and keep doing, especially when seriously and without a moment of reflection you post non-jokey “haha shen yuan is stupid and oblivious of course that happened. every friend he has trying to assert control over his choices is a just and reparative consequence of his stupid pea-brained attempt to survive. the system was good actually.”

i fucking love making ‘liu qingge was a victim’/‘lmao bingy is horny gripping shizun connect the dots’/‘shizun cannot be trusted outside for more than half an hour’/‘lmao ballad of bingqiu’ jokes because yeah! that happens! you get people who crush on you! people sometimes get infatuated with you! sometimes people get very invested in your life! sometimes people worry and care even if you don’t realise it!and it is somewhat comical in hindsight, a bit endearing, a lot bewildering, but ultimately mundane and entirely human!

until it actually starts affecting you in real ways. until people try to corral your movements because they “can’t trust you to be safe” without listening to you, a grown ass adult who clearly knows something they don’t. until your own mistakes come to bite you in the ass and, when you’ve fucking fixed it, you get berated and judged for it because others’ self-righteousness takes precedence.

good people learn and change and take responsibility for hurting those around them. they allow those who have erred to find a better path forward. they act with compassion and respect for even the most undesirable of their peers.

there are many messages in svsss that you can learn from. while it falls short in some aspects (naturally, by virtue of being written by a high-schooler), it does not fail in presenting a human perspective on fucked-up circumstances and asking you to understand and empathise.

characters are there to hold up a mirror for you. it’s a safe, consequence-free opportunity to look inwards and decide if you’re okay, or if some things might need addressing.

fandom is a playpen and you get to do whatever you want forever to the dolls. but your playmates are real people who, in some cases, are susceptible to your influence, and will be hurt by how you choose to present your commentary. when they leave the sandbox and see the distorted reflection of your arguments come alive in the real world, they will then internalise it, just as you have.

and then i’ll have to read it and it’s, frankly, depressing to see what my Not Homophobic, Very Woke (lie) high-school classmates would say all over again. is that what you want? to be likened to a 15 year-old eastern european boy? really?

obviously i’m not talking about jokes, bits, comedies, haha hehe’s, or fanfic depictions that i may not agree with from a storytelling standpoint.

i’m not the mayor of who-gets-to-talk-ville, but i’ve lived all my life in a deeply homophobic, racist, ableist and economically fucked country of former soviet influence and it just, like, annoys me to see the same sentiments in these kinds of spaces coming from inexperienced/young people who just don’t realise the impact of their own ignorance. i hope i’ve made this clear even if i sound like a finger-wagging dirty-mouthed grandpa yelling at the kids on my lawn.

fuck i’m so tired

anyway. here’s the reward:

ah… that makes me feel so much better. <3

[dykendireckt]

is a hypothetical five year plan worth it if i dont have plans past the next month. not in a bad way i just literally have jack shit going on. idk if i should be trying to 'get my life together' and have stuff going on

[thisismisogynoir]

I love it when women hate men. I love it when women are allowed to vent to each other about how horrible and creepy men are. I love it when women form friendships with and prioritize each other over relationships with men(whether they're attracted to them or not). I love it when women put men dni in their bios and on their nude photos and on posts on their blogs. I love it when women refuse to mollycoddle and accommodate entitled male feelings with "but this doesn't mean I hate all men, I know a few men who are great, I love my father/sons/brothers/uncles/male cousins/guy friends" I love it when women complain about men WITHOUT "not all men" being a disclaimer. I love it when women avoid socializing with/refuse to be around/befriend/get close to men because they know men can't be trusted. I love it when women make "kill all men" jokes. I love it when women offer absolutely no concern or care for men's feelings and if their misandry offends men whatsoever because why should we, men are the oppressor class who have raped and killed and abused us and kept us as subjugated as second-class citizens for millennia, they regularly mistreat us and the women in their own marginalized communities still every single day and make this world so much harder and more awful for us to be in, and if we choose to hate them and not spare them any sympathy then so be it, and I don't just mean "men as a class" either, you can be a woman who doesn't want to have anything to do with any man on an individual basis and completely cuts off men from her personal life too and ykw I will love and fucking support you in that because men deserve absolutely NOTHING from us. If they're so tough and strong then they can handle it just like they can handle being lonely. If you are a woman who hates men, ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE A LESBIAN AND/OR A TRANS WOMAN, then just know that I love you. I love you, I support you, and you are safe here.

[lienwyn]

“Jagiya...”

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... I regret nothing.

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Wait, fuck, hold on-

THEY CAN'T FUCKING BRING OUT AN ANTI-HERO ARTEMIS WHEN I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF STUDYING FOR FINALS!!

WHAT THE FUCK, DC?!? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FOCUS?!?

oh i am so excited holy shit. am i the only one getting slade vibes from her?? because im getting massive slade/rose wilson vibes from the single eye cover and im wondering if artemis is a plant, someone unconnected from slade who wouldn't be considered a threat, to go undercover and get close to the titans. this is also like, high-key a chance to make jade and artemis sisters and/or half-sisters in canon which would be neat. i know comics fans aren't huge on changes to the canon based on outside things but making them half sisters doesn't really change jades backstory, nor artemis'.

[cordeliawhohung]

People are so fucking outrageous you take some time for yourself that you told us you were taking and now they're up in your asks demanding stuff tell them to pay you for it, sincerely someone who doesn't mind waiting for whatever you post

on god i literally spent the last few days driving hours on end and just got back yesterday, today is my first full day back home. and i've been traveling out of town for the outreach clinic i have to work at the next few weeks, and even then i've still been writing allskdjf

lmfao i don't want to shit on that anon too much, and i'm def not trying to be rude or anything, but i'm also going to hijack your ask real quick to address stuff since i do have quite a few new followers.

while some users might not mind questions regarding when someone is updating/if they have anything planned for an ongoing series, and things like that, i specifically have it in my rules to please not do that, which is why i got a little short with them even though they arguably weren't being rude or malicious (unlike a few anons in the past have when asking things like that). this one is especially annoying because it's been literally eight days since i last updated for that, and i have other series i've been working on! like even though i'm not posting for it, i've still written a couple thousand words for pet!au, and i just finished a chapter for in limbo i'll have up for early access here in a bit, and then on tumblr probably tomorrow or wednesday.

but mostly, the reason why i specifically request that people don't ask if i have plans/when i'm updating/if i'm updating something is because i literally have an irl life. i've been pretty open recently about how i've been traveling and the work i've been doing, it's not a secret or anything lmao. it just feels... tone deaf, you know? like you come into my inbox not talking about the work, or what you like about it, or otherwise engaging with it, but just to ask if i'm giving you more, like i didn't just do that a week ago. hell, even if it's been months or years that's still rude imo because if you like something enough, then you'd probably be doing more than just asking for more, ya know? at least that's how it comes across to me. and like i said before, some people really don't care, which is why i made sure to specify it in my rules, because i do care. it ruins my mood to write and create because then it feels like a chore and people are waiting on me just to consume it and then beg for more rather than tell me what they actually enjoyed about the work lmao.

anyway, no hard feelings against that anon at all, i'm sure they didn't mean anything by it, so please don't show them any hate or anything. but just use this as a reminder to read the rules of the blogs you interact with please. or at least don't be surprised when you do something that irks them and then they're annoyed at you because of it lmao.

sorry about the rant in the tags

[clairenatural]

so sorry but it does throw me off when i see cas calling dean "baby"

[invisible-brandy]

people need to learn to enjoy things for longer periods of time and not try to make all their past interests cringe just bc they feel that the teenage/kid version of them was cringe about said interest

[ezraphobicsoup]

can i please request a fun fact about anything ever

[chaosgenasi]

this particular seed is located on the other side of tal’dorei, but thinking general terrah thoughts—whether the thing “rooted beneath” could be related to the primordials or to mortals (or both)

[amalgamationink]

NAPOWRIMO24 #15: Occultation

[crepuscularqueens]

miranda's green dress haters... perish.

[glitterock]

my ex: yes i am dating someone

also my ex: *stays on the phone with me for 6 hours* *spends 2 hours reading aloud my favorite book about femme lesbian identity and butch/femme love and sex while i fall asleep* *tells me they’re gonna come pick me up from sydney when i visit and will take me on a little road trip to spend time with me* *will still do literally anything i say*