#do not PRETEND to care!!! just fucking tell me you don't care it's not that hard!!!

[duffslut]

Jealous girl

Slash x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 505

Warnings: Angst/Smut! Minors Dni.

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You were having a jealous fit again. You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw that bitch sitting on your boyfriend's lap, pretending to interview him when in reality she was blatantly hitting on him. And worst of all: SLASH WAS FUCKING ENJOYING IT.

The carefree smile on his lips made your blood boil, why the fuck was he acting like he didn't have a girlfriend? You turned off the TV and threw the remote away.

Slash only arrived home hours later, and your head hurt from how angry you were with him. You were already in bed, with your arms crossed and tapping your feet nervously.

- Hey honey. - He said giving you a kiss, you didn't move.

- What's wrong? - He asked, his body was sweaty, he took off his shirt and wiped his belly.

- Did you fuck her? - You asked, looking him deep in the eyes.

A look of terror formed on his face, but only for a millisecond.

- If I fucked who? - He said mockingly.

You hated his answer, you hated the fact that he knew exactly who you were talking about and just decided to play with your feelings. You got out of bed completely out of your mind, distraught, running towards him with your fists ready to punch him in the stomach but your efforts to hurt him just didn't seem to affect him at all, you punched his chest as tears of anger rolled down your cheeks.

- Why do you do this to me!? - You asked between sobs, tired of trying for nothing and just resting your face on his chest, feeling his hand stroking your hair.

- You'll get over it. - He said, you felt your heart ache, he didn't even care about thinking of an excuse anymore.

- No! - You exclaimed, trying to get away from him by pushing him, but he held you back.

- Shut up! - He screamed, and your body shook in fright. - You're acting like a fucking brat!

You looked at him scared, now he was the one who was angry, and you were completely helpless being held by his arms.

- No one else will love you better than I do Y/n. - Slash said softly, sliding his fingers down your face and squeezing your cheeks, forcing a pout for him to kiss you.

You were breathing heavily and tried to pull away when he kissed you, but his fingers hold on your cheeks so tight that all you could do was groan in pain, his tongue slid into your mouth roughly and his lips sucked yours. Your tears kept streaming down your face and Slash used his thumb to wipe them away.

- Don't make a scene, doll. - Slash whispered, moving his hand down to your panties.

- No, I don't want to! - You exclaimed when his fingers touched your pussy.

- I think you do. - Your body twitched at his sudden touch, you were wet, your mind was telling you to stop him, grab your things and leave him, but your body couldn't help but surrender to him.

[icequeenlila]

Context: They're walking back to their shared dorm.

"Don't you worry what people think when they see you with me?"

This time the pull inside his gut wasn't as bad, still Bradley couldn't find it in himself to look at Max.

"You know", Max said. "I'm amazed every time I remember you managed to make an entire campus believe you're this untouchable ego-king." He cocked his head, looking at Bradley with caring eyes. "When in reality, you have pretty much no self-esteem."

Bradley kicked a pebble on the floor.

"If you only ever interact with people on a shallow basis, it's pretty easy to pretend", Bradley said with a shrug. "And before you, the only person I ever actually talked to was Tank."

"Well, then I consider myself honored to be one of the few people allowed to see your real self", Max said and the smile on his lips was so fond that it left no doubt he actually meant it.

Bradley didn’t deserve him.

"And to put your mind to rest," Max said, his thumb running along Bradley's palm again, sending shivers through his traitorous body. "If it was possible I'd let the whole world know that I am dating Bradley Uppercrust the third, and that I'm so, so very happy about the fact."

Bradley felt that fragile thing inside his chest again. His cheeks burned and he didn't try to hide it. There was a lump building in his throat, and Bradley swallowed it down. If it was just Max, maybe he'd let his emotions run free, but there was just no way he'd let a single tear slip when he was outside, in bright daylight.

"I'm very happy too", he said and his voice was barely audible even to his own ears.

Max’ smile was booming. He looked at Bradley like he was the most precious thing he'd ever seen.

The thought alone made his heart swell with unbearable warmth. The thought that Braldey might be precious to Max.

"Wait", Max said, eyes growing big. "I have an idea."

He abruptly stopped on the sidewalk, almost making a guy on a skateboard bump into them.

"Yo, watch your step!"

Max completely ignored him, instead looking at Bradley with wide eyes and a smile that told him he was up to no good.

"Max?", he asked, his voice wary.

"Two flies with one strike", Max blurted.

"What?"

"You're worried people will judge me for being with you, and you're scared people will realize you're a complete softie for me."

Bradley frowned. "Well, I wouldn't say it like that- "

"I'll proof to you that I don't give a fuck about what people think and draw all attention from you." 

Max sounded more than excited now. Bradley was surprised he didn't see a tail wagging behind his back.

"Goof, I have no idea what you’re talking about", Bradley said, crossing his arms.

Max's smile only grew.

"See those people?", he asked.

They were close to the dorms now. There weren't as many people here as there had been by the main building, but it was the middle of the day and most students were on their way to lectures.

"I do", Bradley said, still lost on what Max was trying to tell him. "What about them?"

There was now a full-on grin on Max' face. "People won't even think of painting you the love-sick one when they see that I'm far worse."

"Wha- "

But it clicked.

If possible, Max’ grin grew even wider.

"Goof", Bradley warned. "Don't do something you'll regre- "

"Hey, everyone!", Max yelled, spinning around with his arms spread wide open.

Pretty much everyone within earshot turned at the sound of his booming voice. He was their golden boy after all.

"Max!", Bradley hissed, hiding half of his face behind one hand.

People even stopped on both sides of the sidewalk to listen to what Max had to say, smiles on their lips and curiosity in their eyes.

"I'm dating Bradley Uppercrust!", Max yelled and Bradley's heart did a painful jump inside his chest. "I'm down bad and I'm super happy!"

People's eyes went wide, a universal murmur filling the campus street.

"No", Braldey said, turning on his heel and power walking away from him.

He felt his heart thundering inside his chest, a mix of adrenalin and euphoria setting his insides alight. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

He heard Max laughing behind him, and then warm fingers wrapped around his wrist.

"Wait for me, Brad!", he called, giggling. "People will think I'm a liar."

"What are you doing!?", he hissed, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from rising.

"Telling everyone how down-bad for you I am", Max answered with the sun in his eyes.

"People will talk!" There was a quiver in his voice, he only barely contained the laughter bubbling up his chest.

"I sure hope they will", Max said, a giddy chuckle in his voice.

"You're mad", Bradley scolded, but no matter how hard he tried to contain it, he couldn't keep the giggle from his voice.

"Only because I wanna kiss you so bad right now", Max said with a dopey grin, his fingers pressing down around Bradley's hand.

Bradley blushed, almost stumbling as they walked towards the nearing dorms in hurried steps.

"You can kiss me all you want once we're back home again", Bradley said, almost feeling ashamed at his own boldness.

But no shame could fester inside his chest when Max looked at him like that. His warm brown eyes widened in surprise, his pupils slightly blown at Bradley's promise.

"Hurry up or I'll carry you", Max said, pulling Bradley along.

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From chapter 10 of 'Good Luck, Babe!' on ao3.

[queeraliensposts]

I can't believe I live in a reality where a white woman who was falsely accused of rape can sell BLM merch, keep the money, and be praised by tik tok, but a queer musician that everyone thinks is "cringe" gets canceled and accused "profiting from a child's death" by talking about Nex Benedict in a tik tok he earned $0 from, where all he said was "this is why I make the music that I do".

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

[pericky; a look into ricky's head during their meeting.]

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"I'm glad you came, I wasn't sure you would." The wine pours, the sound of it drowning out the missing word in that sentence: back.

Of course, is the response, and the part of Ricky that's spent twenty years tearing itself apart to understand why vibrates with relief. It doesn't matter anymore. Of course, of course, he thinks giddily along with the words. He never needed to wonder why Pericles wasn't coming back in the first place; he was always going to.

I'm happy you invited me, and of course he thinks again. A lifetime of pretending he wasn't always going to either falls away. However harsh and lonely the world has been, all's right with it again; and the shy voice of the boy inside him that he's tried so hard to kill says, so quietly, I missed you.

[zevranunderstander]

god i will be so mean but people who are really smug about how pathologic 1 is so much better than pathologic 2, and how hbomberguy's video on the games sucks, because he says that they are hard, and stuff and then just play the game with a guide and know what to do every day in advance and just play it for the plot (no shame in that by itself), but who then refuse to engage with the actual central conflict of survival, and not being able to save everyone, because they have like 5 schmowders hoarded by day 6 because they want to play the game as good as one can, without acknowledging that pathologic's intended experience is not to be played as omnicient and as good as one can, and then are mad that the story in 2 isn't as complex, because they aren't engaging with half of the game's experience, are soooo annoying god bless.

[delicatetaysversion]

my sister called me and kept asking excitedly that what's happening in my life and

[running-in-the-dark]

today was exhausting - my friend was here for about 7 hours and I just. oh man I love her and all but it's just a lot sometimes. it's probably for the best that we only meet up like 2-4 times a year now (gives me enough time to forget how draining it is so I look forward to it, and recover afterwards)

I don't talk to anyone but my husband most days, and he doesn't really talk. so that's maybe 15 minutes total of talking. and today it was literally. 7 hours. no breaks except when we were eating (but no even then someone was always talking).

first of all ouch, it hurts (my voice is very hoarse now). and also. it's so so so draining. like. we really have nothing in common at this point. but she's my oldest friend and I do love her so it's tolerable... but just barely. these days there's way too much diet/food/weight loss talk, and also she seems to be getting into alternative medicine which I cannot fucking stand (it's one topic where I can't pretend or be nice about it either). lots and lots of very preachy vegan stuff too (I don't have any problems with it, I admire people who can do it, but fuck dude you know I eat meat and that I've said many times that I *can't* go vegan (I would starve. there's not enough foods that would be left. seriously.) and it feels pretty shitty to keep going on about it every damn time. I'm not sitting there trying to convince her that she should really be an atheist or something, because I know what her thoughts are about that and I respect it.

when she hangs out with her other friends a lot it's mostly just talking about all the issues that come from that (they fucking suck). I don't know, it kind of feels like I'm her therapist. when I talk about something I'm interested in she doesn't ask many questions and it kind of sucks. like, dude I don't care about your plants either, but I'm interested because you care, so. maybe try that too. would be nice!

[marypsue]

me, encountering a photoshoot of or interview with an actor who plays a fictional character I am Not Normal about, out of costume and character and living their life as an actor, unexpectedly and abruptly reminding me that the fictional character does not in fact exist or have a life or interiority and is in fact portrayed by a Real Fucking Person who does exist and has thoughts and goals and dreams and a whole life entirely unrelated to that nonexistent fictional character, and could hypothetically stumble across my Being Not Normal On The Internet about one of many characters they pretended to be in exchange for a paycheque: ah lads not again

[menlove]

Every single “rape and revenge movie” is about a woman getting revenge on men by raping and killing them, so why is it that when irl a male abuse victim writes about similar fictional fantasies against his abuser, it is treated as actual crime for him?

anyway this me and the girls when johnny depp dies brutally

[carbonateddelusion]

sibling looked at my discord profile pic (which, for refence, is this)

and said "who is that. is that a black chick" as if I haven't already specifically told bun who it is like twice before now. I WONDER if it's the CHARACTER EXPLICITLY NAMED IN MY TAG

you know. "#2 Isaac enjoyer". I wonder if the character that is my profile picture is the character specifically named in my user.

[idsb]

anyways. moral conundrum in the tags and opinions in my ask box are welcome. I love you all and you've been so helpful getting me through things in the past and I just. yikers I've been stuck on this one for months

[deepspaceclawstation]

I'm just..very sad and pathetic today. Sad and pathetic hours.

[moongothic]

I wish AI image creators (and pro-AI image people in general) understood was that there is, in fact, a fundamental difference between artists referencing each others work and a computer (re)generating an image

And that’s respecting the time and dedication that went into creating the piece being referenced to begin with

If an artist uses someone else’s work as inspiration for their own, they have to recreate it from scratch. You can use the composition of a piece, but you still have to draw the whole thing all over again. You can color pick a palette but the shading you have to do on your own. You can study the way someone draws immaculate, fine details, but you still draw every single line with your own hand. And doing all that work makes the person look at what the original artist had done, understand how they made their art, what it took to make it, and learn to respect their effort and dedication even more.

Hell, even if someone traces over another person’s work, without consent and refuses to admit to it (which generally speaking is a dick fucking move), even then the tracer will deep down know the limit of their skills and see what the original artist can do but they can’t (yet).

And these are all things that neither a computer or the person feeding a prompt into the computer will ever do.

AI image creators will never put in the same work and effort to “create” something, and thus they will never understand what it takes for an artist to draw or paint something from scratch.

You told a machine to make a dish, the machine makes a dish based on approximations of what goes into it based on what chefs put into their dishes, and you claim to be the chef that cooked it.

AI images and their creators are inherently disrespectful.

[depresseddepot]

It's struggle through autism symptoms hours

[flowers-by-the-bed]

And I'm sick of being the only person who puts effort into some of my friendships too. No one seems to actually care for me the same amount that I do for them, it's a joke.

I'm tired of being the "therapist friend" for people that make no effort to try and understand me back, or even just check in, knowing that I'm not a big talker. This is the whole reason I've ended up this way. It's pointless trying to rely on other people. I'm angry and hurt and ugh.

[beachboysnatural]

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