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[ddaisychaser]

“man-child! why you always come a-running to me?”

(feeling feral while thinking about cowboy!john walker and his uptown girlfriend)

please give credit if you reuse! thank you angels :)

[angeliccunt99]

So I want to talk about the Sabrina Carpenter drama rn.

So I noticed her cover and I didn't listen to her new single release "manchild" so I decided before judging to listen to it and watch the MV. And I think it is pretty clear that she was mocking men and their behaviour. The cover is pretty straigh forward (Man's best friend).

Yes, the cover is pretty crazy at first, but this just adds to the "mockery". Men always see women bending a bit and say "slût", so this just adds to this perspective. I think our main focus should always be towards women who didn't get justice, girls who got their virginity stole at a VERY young age without consent. Women in Gaza who are suffer everyday. And even the woman who is BRAIN DEAD, and is forced to grow the baby since abŏrtion laws are fucked.

So do I think Sabrina's cover or concept is intentional for male gaze:

No

Should we be more concerned abt stuff that includes actual real life problems:

Yes

Stay safe!

(Sorry if my English is bad, it's not my first language)

[daz4i]

y'all i got to meet my new niece and she is sooooo cute 😭😭😭😭😭

[astro-b-o-y-d]

Bill hates following rules. Bill throws angry tantrums when things don't go his way. Bill hates his parents. Bill's idea of a perfect world is nonstop partying with no restrictions or laws, of being free. Bill's scared of/hates authority and people who think they're bigger and better than everyone else (unless it's him, then it's okay). Bill thinks making someone slap themselves and asking 'why' over and over until the other person starts crying is funny. Bill likes silly straws. Bill gets enrichment from tossing himself down the stairs and doing dangerous stuff. Bill parades around in a top hat and cane, in the hopes of presenting as more mature and sophisticated than he actually is so people are more inclined to accept his deals. When I say he is a child to me-

[sirfluffletin]

Forsaken Boyfriend Troupes

Jealous control freak

Two Time, They're not jealous nor possessive of you. They acknowledged that you are your own person with plans, interests, ambitions, etc. They're not a master and you’re not their pet, but Spawn would they try to keep you in their clutches and refuse to let go. You are a gift, for them to cherish and protect. You deserve to make those choices too, even if they disagree with what you pick. Although there is a non-zero chance they will go behind your back anyway and nudge things into its proper direction.

John Doe, has a bit of a possessive streak. It typically shows itself during a bout with the defunct code scrambling his brain or the work of the spectre altering their memories, which usually entails him pulling you away from someone standing too close or throwing another person’s hand off you at it's most harmless and at its worst it comes to blows or even lethal interference. He feels rotten after the fact but at least you're still here, you aren't gone... You're not leaving him.

Serial Cheater

Itrapped, is probably polyamorous, the man has an ego, although for the most part, iTrapped is also a gentleman. He'll let you know what he wants out of your relationship, how long he plans to fancy you, and what to expect from him. Until he becomes neglectful of communication, which can and will lead to more than a few heartbreaks. The icy bitch will not feel sorry either, the most you will get is an half-assed apology text or if you're lucky he'll tell you in person through persed lips and trademark cynism.

Incompetent about anything dealing with children, including their own.

Chance, It's not that he is incompetent- no it's that he lacks spine when it comes to children and he's a firm believer of throwing money at your problems. He'd be really sweet and doting but as soon as the water-works come on he's leaving youband that child's life like expired milk. At least until you get it to calm down.

Total Manchild

Noob

Shedletsky, (to begin, I'd like to say this anecdote was inspired by @just-a-joey 's headcanons on telamons and 1x) Telamon prided himself on being the admin that does whatever, whenever they liked as solitary as a rhinoceros horn as free and turbulent as the weather. I am of the firm belief that Shedletsky also embodies the careless childlike nature found in their counterpart. They abandoned one of their only responsibilities, a product of their creation, and play victim when what they neglected seeks retaliation, whether it was in their hands or not. (Shedletsky is a reincarnation of Telamon in my synapses)

Can't be trusted to do anything guy.

Ringmaster

Guest 666

Mr. Job before family

Builderman, His first love is and will always be his work, He loves you to death don't get him wrong- but he is the boss of Roblox, When all goes to shit, when his admin, moderators, world fails. He has to be the one to go out and fix things. In turn, he will not be home to you for days or weeks, but he always will make time for you.

Noli, he is one of those partners who isn’t around a lot. He’s often wholly consumed by voidstar and spends long days, weeks, rarely months, but it happens while traveling and stealing voidstars like Pokémon cards. He needs to focus. He struggles with prioritizing anything over the voidstar, especially when he’s possessed by the crown. This will be a lifelong struggle for Noli, but it is something he’s willing to make an effort towards correcting and making right when he’s in love.

Elliot, he tries not to make it that way...

The Damsel in Distress

Taph, has a lot of insecurity and defensiveness that come from years of mistreatment and forced self-sufficiency, so he has a very short fuse on his social battery, and self-inflicted isolation comes naturally to them. He wouldn't mean to cut you off or distance you but they need their time and sub-space. Make his plate for him during dinner so he doesn't have to deal with the crowded food table, fix his hood and robes for him so he doesn't look ridiculous in public. Just be his support system, God knows he needs one his coping methods are... Unethical.

Emotionally Unavailable

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Jane Doe

[murderinthemoshpit]

DC needs to stop their cowardice and just make Jason Todd a full on villain, because clearly their plans to make him work in the batfamily fail every time batman changes writers.

don't get me wrong, i'm not saying Jason should be irredeemable, i'm just saying after recent events, it's perfect timing to return him to how he was pre-new 52. a mob boss trying to control crime, because you can't stop it from happening everywhere at once.

give him the stories we deserved with him where instead of being written as either a melodramatic manchild or a punisher knockoff, we get to see him as someone who threatens batman's entire moral code, gets into his head, makes him second guess his mission.

make him give bruce the chance to join him and make a difference that actually matters, and finally give us a story that proves that how jason thinks is wrong.

yknow. a batman story that reminds us why we love batman. one that shows that his love for his sons is so deep that only they can get through to him, but only he can save them once they're off the rails. enough of this "jason gets along with everyone" crap, because as feelgood as it is, he can't get along with everyone.

give us the red hood. in his full glory. the version of the red hood we got in Under The Red Hood.

(also bring back ravager i love her sm im sorry)

[tfatwsbarnes]

manchild is so john walker coded

[scrivi-dal-sole]

Elseif / Reader - Guilty

Another day, another moment in this strange world you'd found.

Another step, another attempt to apologise to TutorialDummy, who only grumbled at you, and you knew he wanted to turn away, yet frozen in place he was until you decided to leave.

You always felt guilty for that.

No matter how many times you talk to ObbyDummy, they just won't get it. You let out a sigh, jumping and speeding above the slab with a dash to make it to the adjacent platform.

No matter how many times you beat this Obby, turning back to see them in the same place won't ever get better, wondering endlessly about how to get across.

You always felt guilty for that.

You could see him watching you, that same smile, that same chessboard that shielded his eyes from what?

Watching as you talked to ClownDummy, perpetually swinging on that pole.

Watching as you attempt to console SadDummy, to no avail.

Watching as you attempt to wake up PartyDummy, to no avail.

Does he know you feel guilty? For everything in this world?

"[Fall]: Why do you try? They can't feel anything for you.”

You physically jumped seeing the text in the chat, your StarterDummy swinging around in response to your grip on your mouse.

You turn towards the Elseif leant against the wall of the house you just exited, a glare settling on the Developer.

"why wouldnt i try?"

A pause.

And then Elseif got up, walking towards you.

"[Fall]: They're just code, aren't they? Objects in a game?"

This was really freaking you out, your fingers hovering over your keyboard as you thought, your brain wracking for a response.

"do you think that?"

He seemed to think, his body turning to look around the world.

"[Fall]: lol yea"

The sudden shift in tone took you aback, and you watched as he just suddenly began flying around your StarterDummy like a little fly.

"[Fall]: i mean im tryn to make this game the best there is ofc! but"

He stops, and you raise your eyebrow, turning to look at him.

"[Fall]: Its not easyyyyy and it can gey so boriiiinggg"

"[Fall]: get*"

Wow. Is he like... a manchild?

"is it really that hard?"

"[Fall]: have you tried rblx studio before"

"um. no?"

"[Fall]: yea exactlyyy get back to me when you try coding :)"

It had only been a few days since your apparent run in with the Developer, but now you seem to 'run' into him everytime you open it.

He tells you he knows cause you say sorry to TutorialDummy each time, and you wonder if many people don't do that, kind of sad if what he says is true.

Today he follows you as you make your way across the SUUUPER HARD OBBY once more, flying by your side like the cheater he is.

"[Fall]: why are you so like"

You pause, turning to him as he talks in the chat.

"[Fall]: loyal?"

You blink at your screen, your eyebrows furrowing as you try and figure out what he means as another message comes through.

"[Fall]: i haven't updated the game with anything new yet you keep coming back"

Oh, so that's what he meant.

"i just like the game, the way it looks the way the characters are."

"you did good on it"

You made to continue onwards through the Obby, but you realised he wasn't floating beside you anymore.

You turn your camera to find him frozen in place by where you were talking, and just as you're wondering if he crashed…

"[Fall]: fr?"

It almost makes you laugh, but you have a feeling your words must've taken him aback.

"yea ofc! you have a vision with this game and i see it!"

He's still there for the moment, before he's suddenly zooming up to your area, and flying around you like he did before.

You smile, wondering if you made him happy.

No matter how many times you get on this game, you wouldn't know how much he was beaming on the other side of the screen that day.

[error84744838]

FACTS ABOUT ERROR PRIME

Sorry if this is poorly done, for some reason. My earlier draft disappeared, so I rushed this one

Also i reached 25 followers yay

Error Prime is the oldest of the trio of himself, X ink and Nightmare supreme as in his multiverse the original events of ask error happened before Ink or Nightmare even came into existence

Error Prime was once just like the original Error but changed after defeating Error Undyne and regaining his memories, but instead of just disappearing into the antivoid, he would seek to improve himself as he would see Error Undyne as a better destroyer then himself was and she wasn't even trying to be one which lead him to the path of manipulating his own code and even absorbing ever soul he had in his collection with both changing him to who he is today as he no longer the manchild that he once was

Error prime has created things known as chips by using his Code Manipulation to make Compressed fragments of rewritten/hijacked code that act as modifiers or upgrades that alter his abilities or introduce new ones that he can slot into himself with there being multiple types of Chips that Error Prime has made for himself but is able to give one to someone else aswell which basically means he created his own game feature similar to how charms work in hollow knight

Error Prime's favorite drink is chocolate banana milkshake, and he has traded entire multiverses before just to get more of it

Error Prime has made his own multiverse before, but he mostly just uses it as a home base and a testing ground for new ways to destroy multiverses

Error Prime has never once lost a game to X Ink in all the thousands of years they have been working together

Error prime has infact been traumatized by the number of times he saw Error X Ink or Error X Nightmare happening in so many multiverses and has once spent a entire decade on solely destroying any multiverse that had him in a ship as Error Prime is disgusted by the concept of him being in a relationship with someone non-canon (basically that means if you ever want to ship him with someone that might actually be possible in cannon it gotta be a character from undertale)

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

I NEEEED som jealous possessive bam bam, like I need that injected in my veinsssss PLEASEE

When You Don’t See Me

Y/N tells her boyfriend she want to take a break, not knowing the whirlwind that would follow.

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Angst, Fluff)

3k Words

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, unhealthy relationships, a LOT of unhealthy coping mechanisms, depression, alcohol, alcoholism, description of injury, fights, piss, manipulation, drug use mention, hookups, gossip, lovers to enemies to lovers, possessiveness, jealousy

An: Thank you for the request!! I got the idea to explore not only how Y/N reacts to his behavior, but the psychology behind all of his outrageous behavior in his relationship with Y/N and how those around him react to it! This is decently darker and more metaphorical than my usual work, but I wanted to branch out a little and try new genres :) Lmk if you wanna see more stuff like this and keep sending in those requests! ;D

When you told him you wanted to take a break, you tried to let Bam down as gently as possible. Not two days later, you caught your now ex-boyfriend airing his dirty laundry on Sirius XM for all of America to hear. “But, Like- really, I don’t think she even cared about me...” Bam leaned back in his chair, the way his voice rose from emotion making your blood boil and heart ache at the same time, “ Like, ever.”

Ryan, always one to come to your defense when one of Bam’s dumb little buddies would give you a hard time, must’ve sensed the crumpled look on your face as you listened from your car. “I mean, maybe she just…couldn't handle all the fame stuff- I know chicks got issues with that sometimes.” “No- no, cause listen!” Bam interjected in that far too familiar tone, throwing himself into a rant, “Cause I come home with a broken elbow, and you know what she says? Nothing! Doesn’t ask what happened or anything! It’s like she doesn’t even give a shit. ”

When he came home from that skate tour touting a sling, you hadn’t asked him about it because it was the fourth time he’d broken it since you had dated him, and in all likelihood he’d get pissy with you if you did. Novak took the opposite position, “Dude, don’t even fuckin’ worry about it. You could get pussy in any zip code- youre Bam Margera!”

You’d half expected this shit, preemptively dashing the idea that Bam could handle this the way a mature adult might. Still, you had decided that you weren't going to let some schoolyard bully keep you from being happy. So, you managed to score a date with some nice guy who worked your shift- Friday, you got yourself all preened up with the intention of making a good impression at the local bar that night. And it started out nice enough- plenty in common, good chemistry, and a far cry from the manchild you were with before…

But when your date stepped away for a minute, you turned back to your drink only to hear, “Hey, who’s captain dipshit?” The way his voice grated on you made taking a rusty butter knife to your inner ear sound pretty tempting right about now. Trying your hardest to keep your nerve, tension settled in your throat, “Bam, I told you: I want to take a break. We agreed,” Without missing a beat, the little shit stepped closer, getting all up in your face with that dull, possessive look in his eye, “What? You fuckin’?” “Bam!” He shot a practiced glance over his shoulder, provocativity cloaked by liquor-fueled nonchalance, “What? M’just wonderin’ what you an’ Mr. Three Sided Dick Duster over there’ve been gettin’ up to- real catch y’got there.”

Leaning against the sticky bar top, frustration was heavy in your worlds as you spoke up over the excited roar of the bar, “Why can’t you just leave me alone?” When you were together, it seemed you were the perfect, warm little center of the universe. The room still got quiet now, but in this terrible, bitter way that made unlucky witnesses' skin crawl. “For one goddamn night, would it-“ At the slightest resistance, Bam backed off as if you were some aggressive animal snarling at him, “Alright, alright! Jeez, woman…”

Letting out a sigh mixed with relief and resentment, you didn’t end up catching what he did after disappearing into the crowd. See, Bam had been watching you with your date from afar before he’d stepped in, so he knew what the guy looked like before he stepped away to the men’s- enough to know the back of his head when he strutted into the bathroom and nestled right right next to that asshole. “Hey. Y’know that chick y’were talkin’ to? Yeah, keep an eye out- that one’s a psycho bitch.”

Bam didn’t seem to care how your date just stared at the tile in front of him, a little uncomfortable with the way he’d chosen the urinal right next to his despite nearly every other one being open. “Fucked half’a Westchester. Got all these gnarly STD’s an’ shit too.” Intimidated, he actually believed him. Blinking with recognition, your date zipped up his pants. “Oh. Thanks, man- really dodged a bullet there…” And thus began the awful corrosion of Mr. Bam Margera’s soul.

A couple weeks of no contact later, Bam discovered that the journey to the palace of personal enlightenment begins and ends with beer. Sure, he had drank before you left him, but it was sissy shit. Now, he was drinking. Unseasonably cold, he hunched his shoulders, shoving his hands in his pockets to fight off the wind. “Alright, man!” Novak, who was always happy to be drinking on Bam’s tab, threw an arm around his shoulders as the rest of the gang followed behind into the bar, “Let’s get wasted.”

It was the same cheesy ass line he’d used three times this week, and it was only Thursday. Nobody, not his close friends nor the general public, made any mention of this shift in Bam's behavior, writing it off the same way they did when he dumped his hummer in the quarry- the disease of having too much money: Affluenza. Spoiled MTV rich boy acted like a spoiled MTV rich boy- alert the presses…

Drunk, Bam was a neglected child- brooding over lost pool games and getting into petty arguments in which he was obviously in the wrong- these nights usually ending with him passing out and needing to be carried home by Dunn. Glancing across the bar, that anxious, stir crazy feeling simmered deep in his loins.

“Yo, I’m gonna go take a leak.” Dunn shot him a nod as he hopped off the barstool, “Alright, don’t fall in.” Though he didn’t say anything, he was the only one to notice Bam’s off behavior; that flimsy look in his eye when he made a joke that nobody laughed at, the weird intensity that followed him around in this evil cloud- and of course, the drinking. But, I mean- Dunn didn’t say anything. Listen, if Ryan’s girl dumped his ass and he turned to the bottle, the last thing he’d want is his best friend stagin’ some kinda intervention. So he kept his mouth shut.

Bam discovered that, in crowded college bars, you could take a piss in some corner or on an arcade cabinet, and nobody’d ever care. Cruising across the dance floor he was moving a checker to another square, Bam started sizing up the population for a worthy target. Bingo. So inconspicuously, he crept up behind the biggest, roided-up frat dude in the joint, who too busy bragging about how much he could bench to hear the soft teeth of a zipper undoing.

“Yeah, I’m gonna hit the ARC tomorrow with Brett an’ Travis. I’ve been workin’ on this-“ Oh, that look on his face once he noticed the warm, dark spot on his khakis after Bam had emptied his bladder on the back of his leg...Priceless. “Dude- what the fuck?!” And when that man twice his size got all up in his goddamn face to freak him out, the shit eating grin on Bam’s face didn’t even twitch. “Yeah? Cmon fucker, whatch’a gonna do ab-“ In one quick twitch muscle jerk, mister Beta Alpha Mu swung a quick right hook, plating MTV star teeth in thick, tan knuckles.

So Bam swung back. Weeks of petty, dumb fights morphed his hands into over-pruned tree branches, with purple knobs of broken bone that were more a result of his limp-wristed punching than they were actual battle scars. The angry, little red scrapes, the black eyes that changed color in the mirror like mold; he was alive, and this shit was proof of it. Bam had free fucking will and freedom- and he still had all of his teeth despite the blood that was painting his enamel.

Diffusing the situation, Ryan tugged his best friend into the crowd, away from the still shouting meathead and toward the door, knowing his friend would’ve gotten turned into burger before he conceded. Stumbling behind, the cool night air bit at Bam’s adrenaline flushed skin, muscles burning as he collapsed against his chest. Ryan held him steady as if he were waiting for the gears in his best friend's brain to start turning, “What the hell happened?”

There’s blood on Ryan’s t-shirt now. The question was rhetorical. The passerby who stared at the two knew that; it’s Bam, that’s what he does. And he knew that too, glancing up with those big, painfully blown out pupils. His eyes were so goddamn blue…

Most mornings, Bam woke up tangled in sheets that were not his. It was as if waking up cold and alone in the bedrooms of strange, blood-sucking sycophant women was anything other than a cry for help. Disoriented, he blinked awake, the early morning chill of the air alerting him first to the fact that he was naked, before the sounds of life- female life, in the next room over, hit his ears.

Bam went out and hooked up with girls, which was never hard. Women caught wind that he was out at some bar and they started throwing themselves at him like Hands on a Hardbody; with a Lamborghini instead of the D12. The events blurred together in this vestigial memory of sleaze, but that isn’t to say he didn’t remember some of it. Take this scene from the previous night: tucked away in some intimate little corner-of-the-bar pleather booth, there were five chicks to the one him- and they were just relishing him with all that delicious attention. Bam needed it the way he needed air. Melting under this affection, he chuckled, “I’m goin’ on this tour with Tony Hawk this summer, and-“ The one running her fingers through his curls cooed, “Really? That’s so cool…”

Bam was occupied with the notion that all those shit feelings could just shoot out his dick with his load…Yeah. Soft curves, warm bodies, and all the free range pussy a guy could drown in. He fucked and, he fucked, and he sowed his wild goddamn oats with any woman who’d seen his face on MTV. And here’s the weird thing: Bam could reach out and touch these girls; he could feel the flesh on their hips pool between his fingers, and he could feel the silicone in their lips when he kissed them, but beneath the skin, there was nothing. He was simply not there.

Stumbling to his feet, he wandered over to the mirror in the hall, taking a glance at his reflection as he passed. That’s who he was: Bam fucking Margera. He was private jets to skate events, and brand deals with designer sunglasses, and the winding filigree down his ribs that caught that light as he examined himself. That hollow collar of bruises and hickeys was worn with pride. Bleach washed laminate of Ms.Whoever’s Chichester condo felt cold on his feet as he stumbled into the kitchen, trying to get his bearings. “Oh, morning!” The big green eyes on the chipper blond stranger at the island lit up as he sat down, bare ass on one of the stools, “Hungry?”

Bam gave her a drowsy, nondescript hum, leaning his head into his hand. He wasn’t. Yet that bowl of cereal slid in front of him, little rainbow O’s bobbing and swirling in the milk. It reminded him of how, when you dated, you never made him breakfast. You never fussed over him, or asked him where he was going, or told him to call when he was across the country, filming…Anyways, breakfast- the two of you usually ended up going to Denny’s the morning after: french toast and pancakes and moons over my hammy…

“I could start you a shower if you’d like.” He was shaken from his carby fantasies by the cheerleader titter, “Maybe we could go out later, or-“ Bam waved her off, not even meeting her gaze as he stood up from artisan, hand carved Ziricote to to grab the same jeans he’d worn for a week from where he kicked them onto the floor last night, “Nah, I got some…things’t do today.” And that cereal sat there as she watched him do up his belt with a dreamy smile.

He was a trophy to these women, something they could hang on their shelf and brag about: it’s the new Bam Margera doll by Element Toys! Bring him home and take his clothes off! Steal his sports watch off his wrist while he’s sleeping and refuse to return his calls! Don’t tell him your boyfriend’s on his way home until he’s gettin’ pulled off you and thrown out your front door, pants around the ankles! Accessories not included…

It got to a point where he had to wonder: what’s the point of the drinking? I mean, you have fun and fuck arround, but a while ago, it was just work to keep up that exciting, MTV rich boy persona that everybody’s expecting when they hear Bam’s making public appearances. Sure, he could do a bump or whatever to keep being fun, but that gets stale. And if he drank alone in his bedroom, he would really have a problem. What about the girls? Sure, they felt good for a night, but again- even though they were jumping at him, Bam felt like it was so much work to get in their bed…He was tired. So, he slept- well, more accurately he laid in bed. It was the longest he’d gone without skating since he twisted his ankle on the vert ramp. Phone calls and emails went unanswered, videos stayed unedited far behind schedule.

Rock bottom would be delivered by the divine messenger that was Bam’s cd player. To think back on this- it’s fucking shameful. He’d sooner take an ancient dagger to his wrists and make a blood oath to never, ever, ever commit such an egregious, melodramatic deed. Bam listened to Razorblade Romance, cover to cover, three goddamn times. Curtains drawn, his body nestled firmly in the him shaped divot in the bed. Oh, Ville…he made this kind of emotional suffering sound beautiful.

And between tracks twelve and thirteen, he got to wondering: what the actual fuck was he was doing? Bam came to the base realization that he didn’t want to feel this bitter, stabbing unhappiness anymore. By extension, didn’t wanna wallow in his own self pity which he’d previously been trying in vain to satisfy. So, what was he doing?

You opened your front door, and Bam was standing on your front step. More than angry, you were bewildered as to why the hell he’d even want to see your face, “What do you want?” Met with what he perceived as utter indifference from his once adoring girlfriend, he thought to tell you everything. Bam imagined himself putting his foot down and laying into you about how fucking miserable you’d been making him by being such a cold bitch, and how much he was entitled to feel better, but you hadn’t done anything but being gone. You weren't holding Bam at knifepoint and forcing him to pity himself. This was all him.

“I missed you.” It was the truth- the underlying truth to this bullshit. Coincidentally, that's the moment you noticed it: the healing split lip, the lingering green from an old bruise on his cheekbone. “What happened to your face?” Bam stepped through the open space not occupied by your body in the doorway, murmuring “Fight at the bar…” he paused at your perplexed expression before admitting with a ragged sigh, “A couple’a fights.”

So, you let him in. The little spiral Bam had tripped into after a few months without you had shattered him, and come to find out, nobody cared enough to put back those pieces well, nobody except you. “You look like shit...” Yeah, great attempt to keep things light. Bam was looking at himself through your eyes: the way his clothes hung off his frame, the sunken-in way his eyes sat in his skull- yeah, he probably did look like shit. “Are you okay? Can I get you somethin’ t’drink?” Bam gave you a nod.

You started out sitting on the couch, discussing the events that led to this, which morphed into laying, then your fingers weaving in his curls, holding him just like you used to. And there’s something funny that happens in men’s brains when they get sorely needed comfort. “I just…I gotta hole in me, you know? Like, this big, empty space in my heart or whatever- and I try to fill it,” Just barely restrained, Bam’s voice cracked in a way it hadn’t since he was a teenager, “and nothing ever fucking works, and I feel so lost, and…I’m cold.” Warm breath against your neck as he burrowed into you, he mumbled, “Fuckin…hold me. I’m cold.”

This sheer quantity of exhaustion drew uncharacteristic honesty from Bam’s lips. As pathetic as this would look to an outside observer, you felt empathy for the crumpled man-shaped ball of nerves in your lap- after all, you did date him. There was something cloyingly sweet about how bad he needed you.

As a consolation to his sorry state, you offered him something to drink, as is customary when you have guests over. Yes, he would like that very much. A few beers in, Bam mellowed out, and that brings you to the present. Looking down at the way he was sprawled out on your chest, you murmured, tenderly pushing some hair off of his forehead, “Y’wanna go’t Denny’s in the morning?” Bam couldn't imagine anything that sounded better than that.

[fastcarsprettyboys]

subway god (cl16 x best friend!reader) part one

yourusername back at home for this race!! (ft. charles glaring at me)

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charles_leclerc i was not glaring at YOUUUU

-> yourusername i refuse to believe this and I’m telling your mama that you hurt my feelings

-> f1fanultimatee.0 not y/n pulling the tattletale card im dyinggg

-> scuderia_dears they’re so best friends to lovers coded omg

-> yourusername LOVERS?? scuderia_dears i’ve seen this manchild in a banana costume trying to pick up a girl, it’s never been the same

-> pierregasly that was absolute torture (10/10 would recommend)

-> yourusername brb telling kika you’re a masochist

-> charles_leclerc you can’t use big words with him y/n/n

-> pierregasly tais toi charles_leclerc

-> yourusername oh nooo im so scared gassy

-> pierregasly GASSY??

-> yourusername IT WAS A TYPO I SWEAR

lewishamilton nice to see you there!! (my heart is breaking and i’m washing my eyes out with soap because you’re there supporting ferrari)

-> yourusername AH no you’re my #1 for sure lewey

-> charles_leclerc not moi??

-> yourusername talk to me when you’re knighted smh 🙄

-> mercerrari128fan the way y/n has the entire paddock wrapped around her finger #girlbossing

yourusername flashback friday with a lost member of one direction

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arthur_leclerc i love you for this

-> yourusername get in line thuri :P

-> dinitalks_00 y/n is so iconic GODDAMN

landonorris one direction who?? i only know char-looloo

-> yourusername he’s a pop star not a rapper stupid

-> landonorris i feel targeted

leclerc_pascale is this where you met? comme c'est mignon!

-> yourusername oui tata! c’est tres drôle parce que il m'a crié dessus lors de notre première rencontre!

-> charles_leclerc tais toi, commère!

lewishamilton he yelled at you?? i would throw hands

-> yourusername omg my knight in shining armor

-> charles_leclerc lewis run away she’ll bully you like she bullies me

-> lewishamilton she’s all yours, leclerc

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yourusername me after maxverstappen1 buys me subway

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maxverstappen1 my life is in danger now, thanks

liked by yourusername

-> yourusername anytime, beau 😏

-> maxverstappen1 is this revenge??

-> yourusername why would i need revenge??

-> maxverstappen1 you know why chéri

-> maxverstappen1 DID YOU CHANGE YOUR NAME TO AUTOCORRECT TO CHERI?

-> maxverstappen1 please help charles is coming to my drivers room

-> yourusername deal with it 😎

charles_leclerc you guys are dating?? omw to beat max up

-> yourusername heehee 😉

paddockbaby23 i did not expect this?? are they dating or what?

-> dinitalks_00 those are not very platonic poses tbh

-> f1fanATTIC12 we just *know* that charles is fuming/murderous

-> dinitalks_00 well yeah his childhood best friend is hooking up with his other childhood best friend

-> lestappenvib3s us lestappen shippers are having a field day (sad)

yourusername my (only) subway partner forever 💚💛🤍

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charles_leclerc go on… apologize 😤

-> yourusername okokok sorry sorry

-> lewishamilton you were very wound up over this topic charles

-> charles_leclerc who’s charles? i only know subway god

[kosmogrl]

"we were in different stages of life" is usually code for "he was a manchild". you can do better

if I'm gonna be honest with you (and I hate to admit it) it was more like him being more mature than me back then

[abearinthewoods]

I wish feminists understood how the use of certain male coded words in a negative connotations is why men feel uncomfortable associating with feminism.

Stop blaming men's issues on the Patriarchy. I don't care if its true, its a male coded word and we see how its often used as a stand in to attack masculinity or claim men don't have issues by people who don't know what the fuck they are talking about. Its sexism. Just call it sexism.

Stop blaming men's issues on toxic masculinity. In fact stop saying that phrase at all. We see how its often used as a stand in to attack masculinity by people who don't know what the fuck they are talking about. The term feminists are looking for is internalized misandry.

Same for male privilege. It (and the term patriarchy) is often used to attack the necessity any men's liberation and advocacy by people who don't understand it. Hell you can't even discuss trans men's issues without people in your notes demanding you affirm you aren't claiming cis-men are oppressed.

Stop injecting the male gender into your discussion of harms:

Mansplain? You can call out condescending behavior without making it about their gender. The amount of times people can point to women who misuse this to attack any time a man speaks up or offers their viewpoint proves it's gendered framing leads some women into stereotyping men.

Manspread? You mean how public transit and societal systems fails to account for gender differences in hip arrangement? Sounds like systematic and institutional misandry. You can call out individuals for being inconsiderate without dipping into arguments built upon sexist stereotypes, there is no need for feminists to play into sexist stereotypes about men by making claims about how men do it to dominate by taking up space.

Manchild? You mean how society, from our mothers and fathers, and our brothers and sisters, to our class mates and love interests, teachers and role models, give girls more tools and leeway to figuring out how to express their emotions in a healthy way and utterly failed boys? More often being harsher to mistakes boys make in expressing their emotions then girls. Sounds like systematic and institutional misandry that leads to internalized misandry in men that keeps them from realizing their full Emotional IQ. Why are we trying to make this an attack on the male gender again?

And like, ya, most of the bigotry and stereotyping caused by these arguments is from people misunderstanding them, but also, like, there is only a certain level of bigotry and stereotyping caused by people misunderstanding your concepts or arguments before continuing to spew them becomes problematic by negligence.

[amatariki]

i love how manchild kinda has a chappell roan vibe but is still sabrina carpenter coded

[daisyjonesgf]

since manchild is out lets talk about how muse is so manchild coded

both in her relationships with billy and eddie

"you said your phone was broken, just forgot to charge it"

is very reminiscent of the way billy goes through phases of ignoring muse and lying to her about it. also the way eddie later starts ignoring her when she actually needs someone.

"whole outfit you're wearing, god, I hope it's ironic"

billy's denim on denim ofc

"did you just say you're finished? didn't know we started"

of course this reads as like a petty thing muse would quip about even if it was untrue, just as a dig, but also it's a double entendre. her relationship with billy falling apart so quickly and the never knowing what they are. eddie lashing out when he's had enough and muse didn't even know he was thinking about it like that.

"manchild, why you always come a running to me?"

billy always comes back to her, everytime without fail, he cannot give up. and eddie is the same way.

"fuck my life, won't you let an innocent woman be?"

both of them put her through so much stress and heavy emotions, an exhaustive amount, when she is just trying to be in love.

"never heard of self-care, half your brain just ain't there."

instead of working on caring for himself and his emotions, billy goes through periods of letting himself be with her and then freaking himself out so lashing out at her. he doesn't know how to have a healthy response to how he's feeling and is scared of the commitment it means and turning out like his father, so he doesn't want to even have the chance to let that happen.

"why so sexy if so dumb?"

regardless of how billy treats her or acts, she's undeniably attracted to him.

"oh, I like my boys playing hard to get and I like my men all incompetent."

billy is literally playing hard to get, he wants her, and then he doesn't. he sends a million mixed signals that mess with her head and make her want him even more.

"and I swear they choose me, I'm not choosing them."

with eddie she didn't go into their friendship with romantic intentions, and he's another man who is in fact a manchild. attracted to her because of the idea of her he's created in his head.

anyways, here's a song analysis as a treat mwah 💋