#enjoy my sellout tags

[toshio]

local fox dads in your area 🦊

[apyrisol]

people are still liking/reblogging my mad maggie rant so im taking that as invitation to talk abt her more as her biggest fan. so one of the reblogs put in the tags that they dont like fuse because he's a sellout compared to maggs and. ok i have so many thoughts on this one. i enjoy fuse, he's like my second main, but i also want to shake him around real violent like for the state he left maggs in. I see so so many people siding with fuse in that situation (assuming because they just go oh maggie = villain she was in the wrong) when I honestly feel like that's just not right, even when I try to look at their relationship from an unbiased standpoint. Maggie loves her home and the people in it so fiercely she's willing to die for it (LITERALLY!! SHE LITERALLY HAS SAID THAT) and she had probably assumed!! Fuse was in the same boat! Since they both spent YEARS dedicating their lives to the fight for Salvo, constantly putting themselves on the line for that fight! And all of a sudden he just up and leaves that! And Maggie was left with nobody to fall back on, losing both her closest friend and (technically) losing her home in one go. Not to mention she wasn't losing her friend to just anyone, no, he was leaving her to go be some showdog for the stuck up fucks taking their home from under their feet. Tell me, if you spent your life with someone working together towards a goal, and then one day, after decades of being partners on this, they decide to cold quit it, practically stomping your hard work into the dirt and then people think you're the villain there? Would you be mad? Would you feel rage? Because I would. She was entirely valid in feeling the need to lash out, even if it wasn't the right answer as it only made things worse. She has a right to her anger, a right to feel betrayed and like she's owed something more after all that. Now this isn't to say I think Fuse was acting on ill intents, I don't think that at all. I totally understand he just wanted to take his life somewere else and do what he figured would make him happy, but the way he went about it just wound up getting his best friend hurt more than she already was, and in turn having that hurt reflect back on him. Could call it karma.

[chaotictarlos]

after gala fun

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3

Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tags: 4 x 10 "Sellouts", 4 x 10 missing moment, TK Strand x Carlos Reyes, m x m smut, blowjob, anal fingering, ass eating, anal sex, dirty talk, Soft Carlos Reyes, Soft TK Strand, Sex, m x m sex

Summary: Carlos and TK have some fun after the gala

Author's Note: I think it's a shame we didn't get a spicy scene with Tarlos when they both looked so good, so I wrote one. I hope you enjoy it! Thank you to @lightningboltreader for being awesome and beta'ing this for me. You're a gem.

Check out my other season 4 fics here!

for @paperstorm because they sat through me complaining about how I always end up adding feelings to the smut I write and because I think they deserve to have a soft, smutty fic dedicated to them and @kiloskywalker because they're my prompt gremlin, they didn't tell me to write this one but they enable me to write all of the season 4 fics and let me scream at them in their dms.

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“Do you think it’s weird that all of those people at the gala seemed to enjoy hearing about our trauma?” Carlos asks later that night as they walk into the loft.

TK toes off his shoes, rolling his neck to try and release the tension.

“A little, but rich people like to get off on hearing about the tragedies of others,” TK says with a shrug. He pulls off his jacket and looks at Carlos. “Did it upset you? I know that you’re still struggling with things.”

Carlos pauses, “It’s hard, tonight was just weird. It’s almost like we’re playthings to them in a way. It was a fun night but there were times I felt like I was parading around my suffering so they would donate.”

“I hadn’t thought of it that way,” TK says, frowning a bit. He tosses his jacket over the couch and pulls Carlos close, wrapping his arms around him. “You never have to do that, okay? Next time there’s a gala and it feels like that’s happening, you can walk away. You don’t have to entertain people who want to get off on the trauma we’ve been through.”

Carlos nods, “I know. I’m probably overthinking it.”

“Maybe, but that doesn’t make it any less valid,” TK grins slowly. “You want me to take your mind off of it?”

Carlos looks at him with a slightly raised eyebrow. “What are you thinking about?”

TK runs his hands down Carlos’ suit, “I’m thinking about how good you look in this suit. Makes me think about how good you’re going to look in your wedding tux.”

“You tell me at least once a day how good you think I’m going to look in my wedding tux,” Carlos reminds him and he isn’t wrong. TK makes sure to tell Carlos at least once a day how amazing he’s going to look at their wedding. He doesn’t want there to be even a second where Carlos doubts that he’s going to be the best-looking one at the altar.

“I do,” TK hums as he slips his hands under Carlos’ suit jacket. He pushes the material off his broad shoulders, taking a moment to feel the muscles that Carlos works so hard on. He catches the jacket before it drops to the floor, because he knows that Carlos will have words with him if it doesn’t. He folds the jacket gently and adds it to his own on the couch. “You deserve to know just how good you’re going to look. Honestly, I’m not even sure how I’m going to be able to stop myself from dropping to the floor and sucking your dick at the altar.”

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tags: @strangefurychaos @sapphire11 @first-kanaphan @noxsoulmate @detective-giggles @tarlos-spain @lonestardust @bubblesandroses8 @thebumblecee @mooshkat @importantbailiffpaperpony @cowlos-reyes @meditating-honey-badger @paperstorm @otter-love-asl @kiloskywalker @angeltk 

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Event Status: Closed (assigning characters for remaining spots)

Another milestone is upon us and for 8k we’re gonna change it up and do something that we’ve never done before. You guys are in charge of who these pieces will be involving, but I’ve already got an idea for what is going to be in each of them, it’ll just be molded to whomever is chosen for that day.

For anyone that isn’t already aware I’m a huge Machine Gun Kelly fan and what better way to bring him into my work than by using his latest album as a milestone event. Each of the songs off of his new album has found a way to inspire a piece for me. This is an entire event of song pieces.

You’ll find the tracklist underneath the cut and each piece will quite simply be named after the song. Some of these pieces will be NSFW and some of them will contain some content that not everyone will enjoy so if you’re familiar with the songs please make sure you choose wisely. As always my writing will be x fem!Reader because that’s what I’m most comfortable doing, but any of them that I am able to I will be trying my hardest to keep GN. And I’ll obviously be tagging everything accordingly, but just some disclaimers before they come out.

Any space that says TBD are the tracks left open to select from so request aways lovelies.

It’s first come first serve for who gets the pick for characters! Simply send me an ask with something as simple as “Ken Ryuguji with track 3” or “Eren Yeager and Drug Dealer” and if that track hasn’t been selected then that will be the character I choose! Character repeats are fine, but I encourage everyone to try to pick different characters, just to spice it up a little bit since I do tend to write for the same people over and over.

These pieces will start rolling out as soon as 8k hits and will continue to roll out every other day for the next three or so weeks after we hit the mark. 19 pieces in all! Some of them are already labeled NSFW because of the context of the songs, but others may change as I get them written.

If you don’t want to be involved with the fun in the 8k event then go ahead and blacklist the tag: #mainstream sellout event or #bakubabes celebrates 8k

9 Lives || Zuko x fem!Reader

More Than Life || Katsuki Bakugou x fem!Reader

Why Are You Here? || {NSFW} Beelzebub x fem!Reader

Last November || Rin Okumura x fem!Reader

Born With Horns || Naruto Uzumaki x fem!Reader

God Save Me || Satoru Gojo x fem!Reader

Maybe || Goku x fem!Reader

Drug Dealer || (will contain drug use) Osamu Dazai x fem!Reader

Mainstream Sellout || Shuji Hanma x fem!Reader

Make Up Sex || {NSFW} Benimaru Shinmon x fem!Reader

Emo Girl || {NSFW} Ichigo Kurosaki x fem!Reader

5150 || Izaya Orihara x fem!Reader

Papercuts || Sasuke Uchiha x fem!Reader

WW4 || Megumi Fushiguro x fem!Reader

Ay! || Shikamaru Nara x fem!Reader

Fake Love Don’t Last || Manjiro “Mikey” Sano x fem!Reader

Die In California || Renji Abarai x fem!Reader

Sid & Nancy || {NSFW} Ken “Draken” Ryuguji x fem!Reader

Twin Flame || Eren Yeager x fem!Reader

©2022 bakubabes-tatakae, please do not repost/modify without my permission, please do not use my work as ASMR without my permission

[thevioletjones]

TAG GAME WEDNESDAY: FANDOM EDITION

Thank you for the tag again, @mzshko

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your name: Jen

your age: just turned 40 😭

your first fandom(s): Queer as Folk

your current fandom(s): Shameless

how did you first get into fandom? Stumbled upon the Television Without Pity QAF boards when that show first started, which led to a fic archive called Across the Pond. I'd never known about fanfiction before that.

how long have you been engaging with fandom spaces? Since I was 17.

how often do you read fanfics? Not that much anymore, tbh. It's hard to find new stuff I really connect with and don't lose interest in partway through. Sometimes I reread old faves. A few times a month, tops.

top 3 characters from your current fandom(s): Ian, Mickey, and Mandy.

have you ever written a fic for a fandom? if so, shout it out! Both fandoms I already mentioned.

have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom? No.

share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about: I don't think Ian and Mickey are traditional people. I don't think they would've gotten married, at least so young. And I don't think they would've done a lot of stuff they did in canon post-S5. One of my biggest peeves is Mickey now forever being pegged for a fucking Bon Jovi fan. 🤮 Not in my house, dipshit boomer writing motherfuckers!!!

you’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them? The sequence where Mickey comes out at the Alibi, which spills chaos into the streets, and screaming about loving Ian's dick. Trés classique.

and finally, what does fandom mean to you? I mean, in terms of fanfic level fandom, I've only gotten into it for shows where I didn't enjoy the writing very much. I needed people, including myself, to do better things with great characters and pairings. Neither of these 2 fandoms are favorite shows of mine for one reason: subpar writing. So I felt like it needed to be fixed. I was hugely into Lost message boards when that show was airing, but I loved the writing, so it was all about theorizing and guessing what was going on week to week and season to season. I also used to be on a lot of pop culture sites where I could just talk about media and music, mainly the AV Club, but that all got blown up by a corporate sellout and it coincided with me finding Ian/Mickey. When I've dabbled in looking for fic for shows I enjoy more, it just doesn't cut it. Super weird that way. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Tagging the one and only @andthatisnotfake!

[zygreys]

Draken tokyo revengers pfp

he loves it when you get turned on by him being a little meaner than usual.backs you against the couch, into a corner, against the wall and then asks in the sweetest tone with such faux sympathy "what's gotten you all red, darling?".he will tease the absolute living shit out of you.but on days where he feels a little bold.will walk up to you, stroke your cheek with gentle touches and peck your lips a couple of times before letting it turn into a deeper kiss.Note: it's a miracle I didn't go to the bathroom and use the shower head half way through writing this. Keep reading draken x reader ken ryuguji x reader ryuguji ken x reader tokyo revengers x reader drakendaydreams kinktober kinktober 2022 keisuke baji x reader baji keisuke x reader baji x reader hanma x reader shuji hanma x reader hanma shuji x reader manjiro sano x reader sano manjiro x reader mikey sano x reader sano mikey x reader kazutora hanemiya x reader hanemiya kazutora x reader kazutora x reader takemichi hanagaki x reader hanagaki takemichi x reader takemichi x reader kinktoberįeaturing : mitsuya, chifuyu, kakucho, draken and kisaki.Ĭ.w: pussy worship, clit worship(?), pussy drank tr men. I’ll link them here as they release as well. 👇 If the date looks like this then that means that the piece is in the queue and waiting for your viewing pleasure. Now take a peek at what’s to come in October. If you don’t want to see the Kinktober stuff for this year then simply blacklist the tag : drakendaydreams kinktober 😉 Age must be in bio or easily found to be added to the taglist. Can’t wait for everyone to see what we’ll be getting up to this year. 🙌 I can add you to only certain characters, the whole thing, or only certain kinks. 😈 If you want to be added to the taglist simply DM me, shoot me an ask, or even reply to this post. 👏 Enjoy 31 days of pure smut this October. If you don’t want to be involved with the fun in the 8k event then go ahead and blacklist the tag: #mainstream sellout event or #bakubabes celebrates 8k 19 pieces in all! Some of them are already labeled NSFW because of the context of the songs, but others may change as I get them written. These pieces will start rolling out as soon as 8k hits and will continue to roll out every other day for the next three or so weeks after we hit the mark. It’s first come first serve for who gets the pick for characters! Simply send me an ask with something as simple as “Ken Ryuguji with track 3” or “Eren Yeager and Drug Dealer” and if that track hasn’t been selected then that will be the character I choose! Character repeats are fine, but I encourage everyone to try to pick different characters, just to spice it up a little bit since I do tend to write for the same people over and over. And I’ll obviously be tagging everything accordingly, but just some disclaimers before they come out. As always my writing will be x fem!Reader because that’s what I’m most comfortable doing, but any of them that I am able to I will be trying my hardest to keep GN. Some of these pieces will be NSFW and some of them will contain some content that not everyone will enjoy so if you’re familiar with the songs please make sure you choose wisely. You’ll find the tracklist underneath the cut and each piece will quite simply be named after the song. Each of the songs off of his new album has found a way to inspire a piece for me. You guys are in charge of who these pieces will be involving, but I’ve already got an idea for what is going to be in each of them, it’ll just be molded to whomever is chosen for that day.įor anyone that isn’t already aware I’m a huge Machine Gun Kelly fan and what better way to bring him into my work than by using his latest album as a milestone event. Another milestone is upon us and for 8k we’re gonna change it up and do something that we’ve never done before.

[ao3feed-liushen]

Into The Abyss

read it on the AO3 here

by Thy_glorious_death

Shen Yuan woke up in the body of the Peak Lord of Qing Jing Peak Shen Qingqiu. He remembered reading the ending of the wildly popular webnover Proud Immortal Demon Way and being incredibly upset by the complete sellout Airplane Towards the Sky was. How could someone sprinkle around so many opportunities for great plot development and yet use none of it, only to end up writing out whole chapters that only involved the acquisition of more and more harem members and maybe a random OP monster that only the MC Demon Lord Luo Binghe could ever defeat. Not that the monster slaying bothered him, that's what attracted Shen Yuan to keep reading. Only for everything to be wasted away because the waste of the author decided to just pander to the perverted mass of his readers. [SYSTEM ACTIVATED: Welcome to the world of Proud Immortal Demon Way. You are Shen Jiu - Shen Qingqiu - Peak Lord of Qing Jing Peak. Your actions are currently restricted to a degree due to the frozen OOC function which will be naturally removed once you become familiar with your setting. Enjoy the ride!]

A/N: Retelling of SVSS in my design. Will sort of follow OG SVSS book pace until not

Words: 8382, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū, Luò Bīnghé, Yuè Qīngyuán, Liǔ Qīnggē, Mù Qīngfāng

Relationships: Luò Bīnghé/Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū, Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū/Yuè Qīngyuán, Liǔ Qīnggē/Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Slow Build, Sort Of, Alternate Canon, Oblivious Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū, Original Shěn Qīngqiū and Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū are the Same Person, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, no beta we die like men, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on the AO3 here

[amazinggrace00]

Unperfect Harmony

Chapters: 20

Part 1 of Unperfect Harmony Series

Rating: M

Relationship: Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Alex Mercer/Willie (Background)

Tags: Alternate Universe, no ghosts, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Bobby is not a good person, Tour, Reggie and Julie are siblings, Alex's and Luke's parents still suck, Willex is background, lots of swearing, Aged-Up Character(s), Enemies to Lovers

Published: March 8th, 2021

Completed: June 7th, 2021

Summary: Popstar Julie Molina has just finished her latest tour and her six-year contract. Fed up with her sellout image and terrible music, she decides to resign from Ace Records and instead venture into making music that she enjoys again. Problem is, nobody wants to sign her if she's not the product superstar the media loves.

Sunset Curve had just finished their latest tour as well when Bobby drops the bomb that he is going solo. Problem is, without Bobby, Diamond Records is threatening to drop the other three boys in favor of promoting Bobby's career.

Solution? Diamond Records agrees to sign Julie and re-sign the boys, but only if they form a new band called Julie and the Phantoms.

Sounds great right? Especially since Julie and Reggie are siblings and she spent almost her whole life with the boys. Problem is, Julie and Luke dated for two years, broke up six years ago, and have been at each other's throats since.

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Keep reading for excerpt

“Come on Flynn we are running late!” Julie called behind her as she speeds walked towards Diamond records.

“Julie why are you running we are on time,” Flynn huffed, finally catching up to her best friend.

“On time is late, I need to be at least 15 minutes early, this is my last chance Flynn,” Julie finally stopped at the big glass door, catching her breath. Flynn held her arms and looked Julie in the eyes.

“I know that honey, but you are going to wow them. And hey, they signed your brother. A little nepotism never hurt anyone.” Julie was about to respond but someone shoved past her and hit her left shoulder.

“Oh my God I’m so sorry,” the man apologized before meeting Julie’s eyes, “oh it’s you.”

“Hey Luke, seems like you still haven’t learned those manners,” Julie sneered, crossing her arms against her chest.

“Yup, must be something they teach products. Speaking of which, what are you even doing here, is someone here to buy you,” Luke rebutted.

“Yup Luke, they sure are, they are going to make me into a doll. You could get one and rip my head off,” Julie replied, giving him a little pat on the shoulder and headed through the doors, with Flynn behind her.

“I see that you and your ex are still on great terms,” Flynn snickered. The two girls went and checked in and then sat in the waiting room for a little bit.

After about 30 minutes after Julie scheduled appointment time, an assistant came down and got her.

“I told you that you did not need to be in a rush.” Julie just rolled her eyes at her best friend and followed the assistant. They got into the elevator and Flynn gave a thumbs up to Julie from her seat in the waiting room.

Julie and the assistant stayed in silence on the whole elevator ride up and the short walk to the conference room. Julie appreciated the silence though, it allowed her to try and calm down. To say she was nervous would be an understatement. This was her last chance to try and change her career, well at least for a while. Diamond records were the last major label to consider her, everyone else saying that they wanted the product of Julie Molina and not a new version of her.

“So, we are going to cut to the chase, we want the popstar princess Julie Molina,” the women at the front of the room, April said. Julie’s heart dropped; her career was finished. Julie was about the excuse herself, knowing that she couldn’t hold her tears much longer. Before she could though April spoke up again, “we do have an alternate idea though, we found this video from about seven years ago and it really inspired us, and we were thinking..”

Julie didn’t hear the rest though, she got dizzy after that. Before about 2 months ago she thought that video had been erased from the internet forever, that is until someone from high school reposted it.

[kanyniablue]

fic writer tag meme

i was almost finished when i lost this post TWICE!!! TWICE

tagged by america-oreosandkitkats, which tumblr is not letting me @ !  i love new updated tumblr!  it’s my favorite!

AO3 name: kat_blue, however i haven’t actually uploaded anything.  it was #newyearsresolution2020 to start uploading some writing, just to say “i’m D O N E im not going to touch it again” but...2020 got in the way

Fandoms: overwhelmingly hetalia where i set up camp back in 2010-2011 and never moved on, harry potter but only in headcanons/crossovers, Discworld but don’t test me, uh, The Outsiders, yes that book we read in middle school, Coco (2017) because im a corporate sellout

Tropes: 30 AU Pileup, Historical AU, 20 Minutes into the Past/Future, Gen, Enemies-to-Lovers, Friends-to-Lovers, Hookup-to-Something-More, Enemies-to-Lovers-But-They’re-Still Enemies, Unhealthy/Codependent Relationship (romantic, platonic, familial...), Breakup Fic, For Want of a Nail, Everyone’s Dead Dave/Tragic End, Postcredits Scene/whatever you’d call it when you write what would happen after canon says “the end,” Character Study (not sure if that’s a trope but it’s mostly what I write)

Number of fics: ...a bunch.  i write in several documents, some of which are inaccessable to me because of a computer crash.  i honestly have no idea

Fic I spent the most time on: considering it’s not even finished, Sun Down (WWI Prussia that was supposed to be PruHun but turned into an extended character study/war novel/just torturing the guy but he kind of deserves it) has been limping along for 2+ years...although mostly nowadays I just poke at it occasionally

Fic I spent the least time on: i have no idea, i’ve got a bad habit of coming back to a “finished” fic months or even years later and messing with it.  Maybe The Witch Dreaming, a weird little Nyo!EnglandxGreece fic that needed more notes explaining what it was about than it had actual words.  it was one of those *sudden inspiration* *scribble scribble scribble* “wait, what the fuck is this?” fics

Longest fic: Brother, Can You Spare a Dime (RusAme domestic fluff & death threats in the Great Depression/Stalinist USSR, burns so slow they barely manage to kiss right before WWII breaks out, ends badly) clocks in at roughly 21K and it’s not even half finished.  technically my main WIP but i don’t focus

Shortest fic: The World in the Palm of Your Hand, a tiny little Revolution!America character study, 147 words including its entire title?  i know i used to write drabbles & flashfics but that document is...problematic right now

Most hits/Most kudos/Most comment threads/Most bookmarks: yeaaaah, about that...see “haven’t uploaded anything.”  i think i uploaded a couple of fics to tumblr, possibly an old account, but if i did nobody ever read ‘em

Total word count: eeesh, probably at least 150K if we’re counting everything

Favorite fic I wrote: it changes but im still fond of Skin, a bunch of little spamano...vignettes? that i started back around 2014 and still enjoy, which isn’t something i say about a lot of my old writing

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: ...all of them.  if i have to choose probably Take the Long Way Home, a partially-finished NorwayxSouth Italy Human!ExchangeStudent!AU that i used to love back in its day of ~2012-2014 but now is very...dusty.  writing style changed a lot from what it was back then, lots of “new to the fandom” tropes, lots of “real humans don’t act like this it’s just more dramatic” plot holes...i could do a lot with rewriting it, i just generally work on more recent things and i leave it fossilized and occasionally say “but what if”

Share a bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on:  

Brother, Can You Spare a Dime:  What was supposed to happen was that they’d be met by the secret police at the train station, and U.S. Personification Alfred Jones would be arrested as a foreign spy.

What actually happened was that after giving up at the train station, one of Ivan’s bosses’ secretaries met them at the front of Ivan’s office building, where he waited and kicked his heel against the wall because he couldn’t light a cigarette without dropping America’s wrist and no amount of exasperated sighs from America was going to convince him it was safe to do so, and when the human secretary did get out there all he said was, “The police aren’t coming.”

Ivan closed his eyes.  “Why are the police not coming?”

“They say you seem like you’ve got it handled, Comrade Braginsky,” said the secretary.

“How am I supposed to handle him?” Ivan said through his teeth, waving America’s arm, “Keep a grip on him like he’s a child until they feel fit to interrogate him?”

<<Hi,>> said America sardonically.

The secretary pressed his lips thin.  “I don’t know, comrade.”

“He’s an American spy!”

“I am not being spy!” America said.  “Not!”

The human looked between them, then said to Russia, “I don’t know what else to tell you, Comrade Braginsky.  I don’t have the authority to override the chief of police.”

Slowly, Russia rubbed his eyes.  “...I know, comrade.  Very well.  Take down a message for me, will you?”

Russia’s bosses received a note, in lieu of Russia returning to work as he’d planned:  Have in custody suspected American spy, name of ALFRED JONES (note English spelling).  Contact American consulate as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, Russia would take America to the only place he knew he could keep an eye on the foreign nation.

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[and then they were roommates.  I don’t know nearly enough about Soviet Russia to depict it with any amount of accuracy but I’m writing gay country anime boys, this isn’t the place to look for a documentary.]

i know a lot of people who follow me write fanfiction so if you do and you see this, you’re tagged!  let’s try to tag people who i know write:  @gothicmagpie @knowledgequeenabc @convenientalias uhh I don’t know how many of my other followers are both active & writers

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

WhatsApp? Part 3. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You’ve never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone’s eye, to be loved. One day, that’s about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you

A/N: let's face the FACTS - I'm going more with the “Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan” dynamic than with “Sam’s and Bucky’s” but let me just say... I enjoy it like hell.

Warnings: Bucky and Sam being actual children and Bucky calling Sam cloaca. (Find it online if you don't have any idea what that means. :D)

Tagging: @missdictatorme

Read other parts here: Part One  Part Two

You felt every inch of your fucking body just burn. Your nerves have been putting up the pressure in you from the moment he agreed with that stupid game Peter has adviced to you. (Peter liked it, he said it was enjoyable and that they, as a class, had a ton of fun answering those questions, so it wasn't THAT bad. But you felt like a teenager once again.)

You laid down to you pajamas with some popcorn you've made for this occasion, playing the movie in the background.

Steve: Text me when you're ready. I have arrived at home now.

That was an hour ago. And Steve had sleeping issues. You knew he wouldn't be sleeping, and even tho you felt bad to write to that polite man at 9 p.m.

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Y/N: Okay, I'm ready. You have the first question to ask, Steve.

Steve swallowed and watched American football on the TV. His only concern was if she found out and if she did - did she freak out? Sam and Bucky were bouncing on the sofa next to him, fully occupied by the TV, caught up in the game. They were yelling; Sam was a fan of the team in the blue colors and even tho Buck was a fan of them as well, when he found out, he immediately swore on that he isn't an actual Jesus that he's more inclined to the other team just to piss Sam off.

That was long forgotten because their favorite team had scored and they yelled like two girls going through puberty.

Steve: So, my first question is... My deepest concern is, how do you feel about me?

It was a simple question. Only some words. Yet it felt like if the fire consumed him alive during waiting on the answer. He leaned his chin into his palm, his leg was jumping all around and his eyes were checking his phone every half of the second.

It was kinda hard trying to ignore maneuvers like these from that tall and huge guy, so it didn't stay unnoticed for a long time.

Sam looked at Steve with concern and the football started to fade away for a moment. His elbow nudged Bucky's hip as his head moved in Steve's direction.

"Fuck, look at him. I forgot that our boy has his big online dating thingy today." - Sam grinned hard. - "I feel like a proud mom, Bucky."

"Oh, lord!" - Bucky exclaimed with fake drama in his voice. Steve knew really well what is about to come; he wished really hard to take back when Natasha told Bucky the 'language story'. - " Watch your language! And that thing you've said about being the mom is totally right because I'm a bigger man than you in every way." - Bucky tried to help Steve because, at that point, Steve looked like a bottle of spilled ketchup. He was trying to make birdbrain argue with him.

"Hold your horses, cyborg. You may be bigger but Sammy can fly, can you fly?" - Sam shoved some chips into his mouth. - "Don't think so. That why I do better with chicks, at least more than you do."

"Listen up, cloaca. If you're trying to make me believe that your cheap sellout of Stark's suits you have in your closet is actually sexy in some way," - Bucky answered angrily. Steve was laughing at that point. Those arguments were maybe almost every day between Buck and Sam, but that was just the way their friendship worked. They couldn't communicate in normal human language. They specifically needed to argue.

"You are disgusting. You called me cloaca? Do you even know what it means?" - Sam exclaimed at that pictures in his head. Bucky looked fucking proud with himself, watching birdbrain with that shit-eating grin on his face. - "Jesus Christ, Ewwww, you're disgusting and that's why," - Steve stopped to listen at that exact moment because his phone finally vibrated with an answer.

Y/N: Hmmm... Tough one. I think you're a really polite and well-raised man. You're really nice and you overall feel like a good person.

That made Steve sigh with huge relief. She didn't know. Or at least she didn't shove it right into his face.

Y/N: Anyway, tell me more about yourself. My first question is: what do you like to wear at home?

That, for change, made Steve smile. That was such a sweet and innocent question full of pure wondering from Y/N. Smooth move.

"His expression is weird." - Sam mumbled to Bucky quietly. - "I think our boy has his first boob pic."

"How many times do I have to tell you that this isn't how Steve's acting with a lady? You do have a brain or a bird or what?" - Bucky whispered back unbelievably.

"Well, let me tell you," - Sam traced off the topic to explain that his brain is actually bigger because he isn't a frost neanderthal man like Bucky is.

Steve: I like to wear something comfortable. Some normal t-shirt and sweat pants I guess, when it's hot I tend to wear loose shorts. I am not at work so what would be the stress for?

Steve: Anyway. My second question is: what kind of restaurants do you like?

And this was something that made Steve grin. He thought he made a really smooth move. He was proud of himself. That was bold.

"Oh. He's getting the dating game pretty on. Just look at him. He didn't look this pleased with himself since he only half-burnt the turkey for Thanksgiving." - Sam jumped on the option to comment on Steve again. He didn't hesitate a single second if he had a way to collide with Steve's personal space. No matter how hard Bucky tried to keep Samuel Wilson occupied, he was really good at multitasking.

"That's it, fellas." - Steve stood up with a smile. Bucky knew that he's just enjoying himself and he was really happy for that man. But Sam didn't understand the meaning of privacy. - "I'll go to bed and I'll tell you how it all went in the morning."

“Come on, man! Wheres the fun in that?” - Sam exclaimed with a laugh when Steve got up for real and let them watch the football.

---

Steve: Anyway. My second question is: what kind of restaurants do you like?

You were taken away with that. So Steve could be smooth as well. He wasn't that smooth during those fourteen days, so you were a bit shocked by his smoothness. Also, you couldn't erase the tee and sweats image from your mind. He liked being comfy, to take a rest from his work. You liked that.

Y/N: That was smooth, Steve. Really. But my favorite kind of restaurants? I think a good plate of food is a great bonus when you actually like that place. I like simple, intimate, quiet restaurants if I have to be honest with you.

Y/N: Wirble, my third question is: What kind of women do you like?

You locked the screen of your phone, watching the movie you chose, not that it actually mattered now, with anxiety. Maybe it was too far - but you truly were curious about that. What if you two decided to see each other in person and suddenly you weren't his type? What then? 

You were anxious to know the answer. So you naturally freaked out when five minutes passed and Steve was still silent as a grave. You were sure that you took things too far. You had felt he maybe is a bit shy, but this was just bitchy move. You were just about to apologize for being too nosy when Steve answered your text.

Steve: Now THAT'S a difficult question. But I swore that I'll be honest with you so... I don't think it's about the looks exactly. It's maybe a nice bonus when a woman has full lips and beautiful eyes, but I'm attracted to women who have self-confidence and who can take care of themselves. I like to care for ladies, but there's nothing prettier than a girl who can look after herself. Another personality trait that I like their humor and intelligence... I could go on for hours. Let's say I don't care as much? When we click, we click. That's how I feel about that.

That complex answer told you that Steve truly is shy. He didn't know how to answer properly and easily. It felt like he doesn't really know what type is his type. He only made it worse for himself. You got a feeling that Steve actually doesn't know what kind of women does he like. Was he really that innocent? It felt like if Steve never actually tried to... Date someone.

You laughed at your dumbness. Of course, Steve dated someone. With his manners? Which girl would not want a guy with manners? And you didn't even know about his astonishing good looks at that moment.

Steve: Okay. My fourth question is... What do you look like? Sorry if it's too personal. I just kind of wish to know what to imagine.

You were fucking surprised. He went just fully in. You two were truly getting to know each other better than before. You were sure that after that evening, you will not be able to get back into those formal texts again. From strangers, you slowly began to build a friendship. It was a normal question.

Y/N: I am a normal girl, nothing too extraordinary. I have Y/C hair and Y/C eyes and my friends say that I am kinda cute and pretty, especially in glasses. I like to wear something comfortable, but I like to get pretty for occasions. Jeans and v-neck shirt probably suit me the best.

Y/N: Let me continue with a question... What do you do for a living?

You were watching your phone nervously, frowning a bit and biting your lip down. You were curious about that question because Deena always said that occupation can say a lot about a person. But you didn't expect what Steve said to you.

Steve: That's... Quite complicated to explain, Y/N. Trust me, I would love to tell you, but let's just keep this a secret, alright? I swear I will tell you one day.

You were confused as hell. What for the fuck's sake was his occupation? Was he some kind of a celebrity bodyguard? Your mind cut through a million of horrifying scenarios within one minute. Was he a part of some mafia? Or was he a killer for a living? What the hell? 

Steve: But it's my turn to ask. What do you do for a living and do you have any hobbies?

--- 

Steve legitimately panicked the minute you asked him. You surely didn't know who he was. Because if you knew, you would drop a hint, small clue at least. A clue that you knew. But you just casually asked what was his occupation. He knew that if he had met you outside the virtual life and you would ask about his life, he would choke out some words, muttering them quietly. He would not be able to say a meaningful sentence. 

He had your image, or at least its essence, in his mind. You must've looked like a really nice woman. And he was curious about the contours of your face, especially with your glasses on. He was... Eager to know more about you, those formal texts were long forgotten now. And kind. Your answer supported that immediately.

Y/N: I work as a social worker for a charity in Queens. We do a lot of different things, helping and supporting homeless people with some clothes and food, we're arranging some occasions for orphanages and we do some events for handicapped people... There's a lot of ways to make the world better. We'll have an arrangement at the Annual Charity Event hosted by Stark Industries, you know, trying to raise some funds. We're training our dancing choreography now. And for my hobbies, I am a simple girl. You know... Hanging out with friends, sometimes reading, I tried to play the guitar, I am an occasional photographer, trust me, I've tried everything... I am a normal girl, as I said.

He literally melted because of a partially strange girl at the exact moment he read your text. You weren't completely strange to Steve at that moment, but you weren't exactly friends at that point either. But the way you spoke about your occupation? Making the world around you better? Trying to work hard for the society? You definitely earned a big heartwarming smile from that super-serum giant.

Y/N: Okay, one last question, Steve. I will repeat one of yours - give me some image of you. I want to know how you appear like a man and some of your personal traits. I just know you're most likely in some sweat pants and a t-shirt, which is not much. :)

You. Were. Nailing. Steve. Rogers. So. Much.

Your text was clearly meant to be ended with a joke which earned you a soft giggle (G I G G L E) from that old man. It was curious yet it had boundaries of formality, not attacking his personal space. You knew how to move him in the best imaginable way. This was way better than that formal texting you two went through for the last couple of weeks. He found it... Somehow charming. And to say amusing was a huge misleading word.

He was having fun.

Steve: Alright, alright. I think I'm not able to wiggle out of this one. :)

Steve: What do I look like? It's kind of hard to describe yourself. I am definitely very tall, taller than most of my friends. I gained a pretty big body over time (The sweet and gentle, definitely shy man didn't find better words to describe what super-serum had done to his body). I have blue eyes, I'm blonde and my hair is too long now. One of my friends, Nat, told me that I am really handsome when I don't know about that. I am not convinced that it is true.

Steve: For my hobbies... I do a lot of things. A LOT. I am not much of a sleeper, so I read during the nights, I watch movies with my fellas; one of them always chooses. I love learning about modern culture and technologies, but the '40s with WWII are really something to me. It definitely is a 'guilty pleasure' to me. And I love morning jogs and to have a good work out. :)

Steve definitely outdid himself with this one. He was legit proud of himself for writing such a long text with some actual meaning. And he even dropped the hint about who he was. He almost patted his own shoulder.

Sadly, it was almost ten p.m., so he knew he would soon have to say goodbye to you. He didn't want to stop at that point.

Steve: But to change the topic, because I definitely don't like being in the spotlight, what did you stop with nicknames? They were somehow fun. ;)

---

And to be honest, Steve himself was nailing you as well. You just laid there, your eyes firmly closed, imagining the man on the other side. You bit your lip and smiled. You believed him - he was sincere and honest with you all this time. Why wouldn't he be now?

Your imagination did a hell of a job. You couldn't but imagine a really, REALLY handsome man having a well-built and ripped body. You almost hugged your phone at this image. You were out of your fucking mind when he asked about nicknames.

Y/N: Well, I didn't want you to find me creepy. A strange girl calling you nicknames? The strangest thing ever. Even tho I think a lot of women must call you handsome, am I right?

Steve: I highly doubt that. Never had exactly the change to go and find out. ;)

A new emoji used twice! Wow. You felt like playing a video game and unlocking an achievement. This was more personal than formal and you loved it.

Y/N: Aaaand... I think you're lying now. You must be so popular with what you've said to me. Good lord. That was an evening, I tell you.

Y/N: I need to go to sleep, Steve. Goodnight and sleep tight, handsome.

Steve: I'm looking forward to text with you tomorrow. ;)

And with that, you fell asleep, smiling to yourself. He was an angel. He had to be one.

[sapphicscholar]

Pride Month Prompts Day 2: Rainbow (Grace/Frankie)

From this Pride Month Prompts post! I’m taking the opportunity to write some short fics for a variety of pairings that I haven’t written for as much, maybe at all. They won’t be going on AO3, so I’ll be sure to tag them all with #pride month prompts so you can find them later if you want.

Day 2: Rainbow

Pairing: Grace/Frankie  A/N: I’ve never written for Grace and Frankie before, so hopefully I did them a bit of justice, even though I’m still trying to get their voices and figure out my style for writing them as a pairing. I might try a few more prompts with them this month...we’ll see!

“Tomorrow’s June 1st. You know what that means, don’t ya?” Frankie had asked, apropos of absolutely nothing in between the gummy bears she picked up and popped into her mouth one by one during the commercial breaks of annual Scripps Spelling Bee.

Grace tried to remember. She’d always thought of herself as a considerate partner--she’d certainly been more likely to remember important dates and moments than Robert had, that’s for sure, and she knew his secretary was the only reason she always received a timely, perfectly impersonal gift for their wedding anniversary. But with Frankie, suddenly things weren’t so clear. Grace had inscribed a careful, cursive F inside of her planner on April 17, the day that all of the feelings that she’d been pushing down further and further finally beat back the dam and demanded her attention, demanded that she lean over and kiss the infuriating, impossible woman who she’d fallen in love with at some point over the years. But Frankie recognized so many other dates as important milestones in the relationship she’d described later that same night as being “like playing fetch with that old dog we had, Ernie, remember him?” Grace mainly remembered the way he’d smelled like kibble and rain and mud. “We’d throw a ball for him, and, well, he wasn’t exactly a professional fetch player, if you know what I mean, but he’d meander over. Maybe sniff the grass. Eat a bug. Chew on a stick. Really enjoy the whole experience, one with nature and all that. Pretty enlightened if you think about it. And eventually, he’d find whatever you threw and make his way back to you.” Grace had been halfway to offended until Frankie had added: “Fetch with Ernie.” Us. She gestured between them. “Inevitable. You just have to be patient, trust that things will work out.” So instead of getting snippy with Frankie, Grace had found herself kissing Frankie, again, for the better part of an hour until her neck was stiff and her bad knee demanded something stronger than the heat and ice Frankie would suggest.

A few days later, once it was easier to be alone on the couch together without reveling in the newfound ability to lean over and hold hands or hold one another or kiss, Grace finally asked Frankie about the milestones she’d mentioned. As Frankie began listing them, Grace realized she might need a separate planner just to keep track. Because there was the first time Grace made a proper promise with a kiss. The first time they had a whole meal together uninterrupted by phone calls or fights or family members barging into the house. The first time Grace actually ate something at Del Taco. The first time Frankie had an erotic dream about Grace and Del Taco’s queso--unsurprisingly, those two shared a date. The morning on the beach when Frankie first realized she could spend the rest of her life with no one but Grace and be happy. The first time Frankie had an inkling that Grace might feel the same way.

Still, June 1st wasn’t ringing any bells. “Alright, you’ve got me. What is it? Is it the first time we got high together?”

“Don’t jest, Grace. We all know that was an early spring evening just before Mercury entered retrograde.”

“But of course.” Still, she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Just barely.

“It’s Pride month! Oh Grace, there’s glitter and rainbows and parades--you know how much I like a good parade.” The distinction between good and bad parades was still lost on Grace, though Frankie had been working to explain it, mainly by yelling, “Bad!” whenever they happened to drive past a bad parade or see a bad parade on TV or see something that reminded Frankie of a past bad parade.

“Are you...celebrating?”

“Well of course! But not with those Wall Street sellout types.”

“Obviously.” Frankie beamed at her like she’d done something right, so Grace once more resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

“But remember that potluck Babe organized her last year here? Then on Facebook I got an ad for Gay Day at the Beach and a 65+ mixer. And I know it means Mark and all his little friends are listening to me.” She glared at her cell phone. “I know you can hear me, but you don’t own me!” A moment later her attention was back on Grace. “Doesn’t that sound great?”

Grace swallowed heavily, thinking of Robert’s theater friends and the big loud crowds of 20-somethings all yelling about how happy they were to be out and proud when she’d spent her 20s pushing down memories of kissing her best friend in a darkened dorm room and following instructions as everyone around her reminded her that it was time to find the right kind of man and settle down into the right kind of life. She managed some vague noise of assent before begging off with claims of exhaustion, knowing Frankie was never one to discourage napping.

Over the next few days, Grace watched as Frankie trotted out colorful outfit after colorful outfit. Not that her typical color palette was what anyone would call reserved, but now there were patches and buttons and bright swaths of primary colors that made Frankie beam every time she caught sight of herself in the mirror. And Grace tried. She pulled out the pink button up she knew Frankie liked, and tried to shy away from the blacks and grays and navys and tans she too often favored. But still, her colors always turned out more J-Crew in the Summer than Queer Grandmas at Pride. Anything more than that made her stomach clench uncomfortably, like she was trying to force herself into a mold that fit no better than motherhood and heterosexuality had.

So it was with no small amount of trepidation that Grace accepted the rainbow gift bag from Frankie, who stood in front of her, bouncing on the balls of her feet, nearly vibrating with energy as she waited for Grace to tear into the present she’d gotten her “for Pride, of course!”

The first item she pulled out was a coffee mug with Straight Outta the Closet printed on it--an homage Grace recognized only because of the weekend Frankie had come back from some protest or other and made them listen to N.W.A. again and again in her studio until the neighbors came over and asked them to keep it down or at least shut the windows. It wasn’t anything Grace would ever have picked for herself, but it reminded her of Frankie enough that she already knew she’d be using it frequently, just like she’d spent a whole month drinking her coffee out of the matching Vybrant-purple coffee mugs Frankie had made for them.

“There’s still one more thing for today’s potluck!”

“Right.” Grace forced herself to smile as she dug into the tissue paper exploding out of the bag. But she didn’t find the rainbow tutu Frankie had laughed about for a solid three minutes or even one of the t-shirts she’d browsed for hours. Instead, she found a rainbow enamel pin, about the size of her nail.

“I thought you could pin it to that big bag you carry to the beach. Just right in the corner.”

And it was small and understated, but still bright and colorful. A tiny, personal reminder of what this first Pride month being together meant. The kind of thing that could be overlooked, but wouldn’t be by those who knew to look. She didn’t realize she was getting emotional until she felt tears she refused to let fall prickling at her eyes. “It’s perfect,” Grace whispered. “How’d you know?”

“You forget that I am an intuitive witch, Grace Hanson.” Frankie grinned as she reached out a hand, tangling her fingers with Grace’s. It would probably last only until they hit the beach or the water or the first person whose reaction wasn’t already guaranteed to be fine strolling along the shore. But until then, Grace’s hand--always slightly cool to the touch, but perfectly moisturized, perfectly manicured (but nails kept shorter these days, thank you very much)--would find its home in hers, and until then, Frankie would enjoy every second of it.

[chaotictarlos]

Lone Star Season 4 Fics

m a s t e r l i s t

An ongoing collection of season 4 Fics that I'm writing. I hope you enjoy them! Please reblog if you enjoy my fic's and leave some comments! If you would like to be tagged in any Coda's or Season 4 Fics let me know!

This entire series is dedicated to @kiloskywalker who has helped me come up with so many of the ideas.

4 x 01: The New Hotness -

where do we go from here? - TK POV Coda

Summary: TK finds out Carlos' secret and they talk about it.

how did we (i) get here? - Carlos Begins

Summary: A look at Carlos, from when he was younger to present.

Or, in which I meant to write a Carlos POV Coda and wrote a Carlos begins and so much more.

And in your hands, is all of me - the parts I never let you have - Carlos POV Coda

Summary: Carlos has a secret he needs to tell TK, and it's killing him to get it out. Sequel to how did we (i) get here? Carlos POV coda to 4 x 01

4 x 02: The New Hot Mess -

All Night Long

Summary: TK has some feelings about seeing Carlos in plaid.

4 x 03 / 4 x 04 Speculation Fic -

Searching for my heart

Summary: Carlos goes missing.

4 x 03: Cry Wolf -

Waiting up for you

Summary: After the 126 gang goes home, TK waits up for Carlos who never comes home.

do you still want me like i want you?

Summary: TK can't get Carlos words out of his head. He can't help but feel maybe this is all a mistake and that Carlos is regretting saying yes to him.

4 x 03: Abandoned -

"It's yours"

Summary: “TK,” he says softly.

The two syllables of his name falling from Carlos’ lips is enough to get TK to move his feet and push into the room. 

Carlos reaches out and TK immediately grabs onto his hand, clinging to it desperately. When he feels Carlos’ warm skin under his, he lets out a sigh, his body relaxing. 

Carlos is alive.

4 x 05: Human Resources -

Let me be your shoulder

Summary: Carlos struggles to let TK help.

4 x 06: This is not a drill

beneath your hands, i come apart

Summary: TK gets his dessert and shows Carlos how much he loves him.

4 x 07: Tommy Dearest

in the quiet with you

Summary: “We had the craziest call tonight,” TK says as he sets the table for dinner, freshly clean from his shower.

“What was it about?” Carlos asks where he’s finishing up at the stove, dinner almost ready.

“This man came in with his wife on a refrigerator dolly, hanging upside down, claiming that if she’s not upside down then she dies.” TK chuckles slightly, still amazed at the memory, setting out the various sauces and toppings for the tacos that Carlos has made.

4 x 08: Control Freaks

you're all i need

Summary: TK and Carlos finally get a night to themselves to reconnect and relax after some hectic wedding planning.

4 x 09: Road Kill

these moments with you

Summary: A soft moment between TK and Carlos

4 x 10: Sellouts

off duty

Summary: Carlos is at home when he hears about an ambulance exploding.

after gala fun

Summary: Carlos and TK have some fun after the gala

4 x 11 Double Trouble

Dreamy Officer Reyes and his Nincompoop

Summary: Carlos and TK have some roleplay fun.

4 x 12 "Swipe Left"

A future without you is no future at all

Summary: Carlos and TK talk again later that night about kids and Carlos tells TK more about the fears that he has.

4 x 13 "Open"

Lost in You

Summary: TK comes home making wife jokes and Carlos reminds him who he belongs to.

4 x 14 "Tongues Out"

Pudding Punishment

Summary: Carlos faces some fun consequences to stealing the pudding.

4 x 15 "Donors"

after work conversations

Summary: Carlos ices TK's face while they talk about their day.

4 x 16 "A House Divided"

in sickness and in health

Summary: All Carlos has ever wanted is to love TK and live a life by his side, now that's threatened by yet another thing that he can't control.

4 x 17 "Best of Men"

Words left unsaid

Summary: Carlos deals with his grief after his father's funeral

4 x 18 "In Sickness and in Health"

Vacation Eyes

Summary: TK and Carlos start their honeymoon.

The Loft

Summary: TK and Carlos decide that they're going to stay home for their honeymoon instead of going someplace else.

Other Season 4 fics (not set with any particular ep)

mine oh mine

summary: After things settle and Carlos heals up, TK and Carlos finally have a moment to reconnect. TK takes the time to remind Carlos who he belongs to.

total word count: 76,401

[the-beastslayers-queen]

Magic and Moonlight: Chapter 11

Here’s chapter 11. Tagging: @queenofthearchitect @wwepoppunkprincess @balorrollinsambrose @bethany99stuff-blog @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk and @sassyspacedust If you want to be tagged, let me know in the old inbox. Enjoy!

Day one of no Colby stung really badly. Dean and Roman booked a double room for us and Dean slept on the couch while Roman and I each took a bed. We’re now in the next city to do the Smackdown taping, which means I’d have to face the new Colby in all his heel-turned glory. I wasn’t ready for this, but I had to suck it up. I have a job to do and I have to show him that I’m not backing down from this.

“Hey dollface,” Dean came up and sat next me on my bed as I was lacing up my workout shoes before going for a free run through the city, “I know you’re down because of everything going on with Colby, but Roman and I are here for you, okay. If you need to talk or a shoulder to cry on, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thanks Dean-o,” I smiled sadly, “I’m just going to go for quick run through the city. I’ll meet up at the arena, okay. Just can you do me a favor and get my bag up there for me. It’ll weigh me down when I run.”

“Sure thing,” Dean kissed my hair in a brotherly way, “Rome and I will see you at the arena, okay. Stay safe out there.”

I was hanging out backstage in my ring gear, waiting for my match time to come up when I spotted Colby coming down the hallway. I decided to get my phone out of my hoodie pocket to try to distract myself, but Colby had other plans.

“Ah if it isn’t the lowly little witch girl from NXT,” Colby spoke to me, his ego dripping in his tone.

“Well if it isn’t the two-toned sellout,” I replied with a smirk, “Come to buy your way in between my legs? Or do you need daddy’s pocketbook and his permission first?”

“Like I’d want you, Bartlett,” he smirked, clearly trying to hide his bruised ego, “I came to see if I needed to get you tissues to dry your tears. Seeing as your nothing but a weak sad little witch with attachment issues.”

Okay his words stung a lot there, but I wasn’t going to let him win this. So I decided to get even with some magic.

“You know what,” I went ahead and I touched, “How about you watch your mouth before I sew it shut.”

I wove a spell to seal his lips. I watched the thread weave into his upper and lower lip. I started to laugh as he tried to scream, but was soon muffled as the spell finished. I was in tears, laughing at him.

“Oh,” I jumped off of my perch and started to pace around him, dragging my fingers along his suit, “You won’t be gagged for long, darling. You’ll be able to sell the world with your lies when the show starts. Now get lost.”

Colby took off down the hall as I laughed at schooling him so bad. Dean came over and jumped up to sit with me.

“What’s so damn funny,” he asked, confused.

“I may have used magic on Colby because he was being an ass to me,” I told him once I calmed down, “It felt pretty good.”

“What did you do to him,” he asked.

“I sewed his lips shut,” I replied, “He was screaming the whole time. It was priceless.”

It was time for my match. I was nervous as hell since during most of my main roster run so far, I’ve been in the passenger seat thanks to Morrigan. But now it was my turn to really show the world what I was made of.

My entrance music started to play and I went out through the curtain, ready to strut out there and show I was ready for battle. I got out to the stage and did a cartwheel before I swayed my hips from side to side in time with my music.

I waltzed down to the ring, waving to the fans and blowing kisses to them. Once I was ring side, I did a little jog to jump up onto the apron, landing on my shins and turned towards the crowd. I flipped my hair back and blew more kisses out to the crowd before I stood up to climb in between the ropes to enter the ring. I did a little skip over to my corner to wait for my opponent to make their entrance.

Turned out for this match I was going against Alicia Fox, which was an interesting pick. I just shrugged and rolled with it. Once Alicia was in the ring, I got my war face on. If the Authority wanted to keep me from being near the title picture, I’ll show them I belong there.

Alicia and I paced around each other before we closed in and locked up together. Alicia got the upper hand and put me into a standing headlock. I worked against her hold and I pushed her against the ropes and broke her hold, sending her across the other side to bounce off the ropes over there. I then got a running start before landing a step-up enzuiguri with perfect precision. Alicia fell down to the matt and I went for knee drop.

As the match rolled on, I was getting winded from beating down Alicia. I decided now was the time for my finisher. Seeing as I was still using Colby’s same finisher, I decided to change it up. I mouthed to Alicia I was going to hit her with a basement drop kick and to sell it as my finisher. She nodded just enough for me to see. I super kicked her in the stomach to start the move. Once I connected I went to run off the ropes and delivered the basement drop kick perfectly. I quickly got Alicia onto her back and got the three count.

Once the bell rang, I went around the ring and started to celebrate my win. I quickly left the ring and went back to the gorilla. Once I made it through the curtain I waved to Dean and Roman, but then I saw Colby again. Now I get to embarrass him in front of his “former” brothers.

“Come to see a real winner,” I bragged as he got close.

“No I came to tell you that your little stunt almost got you fired,” he seethed, “You went against script by using the wrong finishing move on Fox.”

“Well you know what,” I glared at him, “I had to change it because I am not going associate with traitors like you. You broke up the Shield. All to further your ego.”

“You little witch,” he grabbed my arm tightly, I growled at him and spun around, dropping to my knees and landing a low-blow on him, knocking the wind right out of his sails.

“Don’t touch me like that again,” I snapped at him, “You know I loved you once, shame you threw it all away for a better pay day, Rollins. See you around.”

I was back in the hotel, glad to be away from the arena and far from Colby. I sucked I had to be so mean to him tonight. But he was right with his warning before we parted ways.

He had changed. Morrigan had charmed into being a total scumbag to me. Maybe it was her way of twisting the knife. Her way of having power over me, even though she is no longer a part of me.

But even if he is being a scumbag, I still love the stupid man. He was my world, my everything. Now that he’s gone, I’m lonely. I’m so lonely even though Roman and Dean haven’t left my side. I couldn’t even bring myself to change my phone wallpaper.

It was a picture of the two of us. It was from back when we were still in Orlando, nearly two years ago, back when we were first started dating. We were together at our coffee shop, I was holding my phone to snap the picture as Colby stole a kiss on my cheek. He was always such a sappy dork. I loved him so much. He made me feel so loved, so wanted.

Now I want nothing more than to drown him in the ocean.

“Why not change the wallpaper,” Roman asked as he stole a glance at my phone, “Just for now until we can get him out from under Hunter’s thumb.”

“Because I need it,” I sighed as I locked my phone, making the screen go black, “I need it to remind me everyday of the man I’m fighting to bring back. I need this to keep me going.”

“I can respect that kind of thinking,” Roman pulled me into his side for a hug, “Don’t worry, Thea. We’ll get him back for you. But maybe we should turn our focus to Morrigan. Maybe if we get rid of her, we’ll be able to get Colby back on our side to stop Hunter and the Authority for good.”

“That might work out better,” I agreed, “I’m off of the tour circuit in a few weeks. I’ll go down to Orlando to find Morrigan’s friend down there and pick his brain on how to end Morrigan.”

I finally got to go down to Orlando. Charlotte was still living our old apartment and offered me my old room for me to stay. Sure I was two months late of when I wanted to come down, but I was here and I had found the person I wanted to talk to in the PC.

“Hey,” I greeted the man that I had managed to arrange to meet, “You’re Fergal right?”

“Aye,” he replied with his thick Irish accent, “Ya must be T’ea right? We spoke on da phone.”

“That’s me,” I replied with a smile, “Thank you for meeting with me. I need your help dealing with a very old witch that just brought herself back to life.”

“You need help with Da Morrigan I take it,” he must have known right away why I contacted him, “Aye well she has unfinished business with my passenger, Bálor.”

“Is he willing to help me get rid of her,” I asked him.

“He is,” Fergal replied, “Ya see, lass, Bálor had made a deal with Morrigan to give her the power she has, but she was to give up her daughter in exchange. Instead of paying up with her daughter to be his bride, she killed her daughter once she had the power from Bálor. Now he’s out for her blood.”

“Well good thing I’m out for hers too,” I told him, “She took away my soul mate. I’ve been imprinted on by a werewolf and he gave up everything he loved about being a wolf and his happiness with me to set me free from her control. Now I want to end her once and for all to get him back.”

“I’ll help ya, lass,” he nodded and smiled, “Lovers bound by fate should never be separated from each other.”

I was back on the road with Roman and Dean, but I was feeling very sick all of a sudden. Every morning, I was waking up having to run to the bathroom. I’d then proceed to puke my brains out into the toilet and rinse and repeat every morning.

Then I realized I hadn’t had a cycle in two months. Shit.

Once I was showered and dressed, I went out to a nearby pharmacy and picked up a couple pregnancy tests. I couldn’t be pregnant. Not now, not when the father was being a total dick bag to me against his will. And definitely not when I’m trying to work my way up the card in the women’s division to mess with the Authority.

Once I had the tests, I went and took them. As I was waiting for the results, Dean and Roman had come back to the room after their morning workout, only to find me perched on the side of the tub, staring at the tests on the counter across from me, too scared of the results to check them. Dean shared a glance at Roman and then at me before shifting back to Roman.

“Rome,” Dean started, “You have more experience at this than me. You be there for her.”

Once Dean went back out into the hall of the hotel, Roman entered the bathroom and leaned against the counter, facing me.

“Alright so what’s going on,” Roman asked.

“I have no idea anymore,” I replied with a shaky breath, “I’m too scared to check.”

“I’ll check them for you and then show you,” Roman grabbed the two plastic sticks and studied them before grabbing the box for the instructions, “Oh shit. Thea you might not like this.”

“Show me,” I ordered and he obeyed.

Both tests showed the same response. The same answer to the question I was not ready to answer.

Positive.

I was pregnant. I was going to have a baby. Colby’s baby was starting to grow inside me. But do I tell him, or just disappear for a while and come back later?

Looks like it was time to try to find my mom. I was going to need her help with this one.

[xaturepublic]

I’ve played all the mainline pokemon games/ a good variety of the spinoffs, and unfortunately I really don’t enjoy where the game is headed in Sword and Shield. It doesn’t help that nearly 90% of my favorite pokemon were ones that were cut (Xatu wasn’t though, so thats nice. I also like nearly all of the new pokemon that were revealed/leaked). The postgame is rather lackluster as well, with not much to do. However, at the same time, I feel that people are still actively trying to ruin fun for others. If someone gets the game knowing all of that, there’s no reason to discourage them from buying it. They aren’t selling out or anything, they just see the game as fit to their liking, and so they buy it, just like how someone like me doesn’t see it fit to their liking and doesn’t buy it. Finding GF employees specific tags to @ them is also rather creepy, and its a pretty shitty behavior. On the other end though, people are also allowed to fairly criticize the game without being called nitpickers. Credit is due where credit is due, and criticism is due where criticism is due. I don’t see how calling out animations (which were said to be worked on and improved), lack of postgame, dexcut with PROPER criticism is anything wrong. I guess my point is that so long as one side isn’t being insulting or demeaning to the other, there is nothing wrong with buying the game or critiquing the game. I feel like you see a tweet where someone just goes “cant wait to play Sw/Sh!” and someone responds “what a fucking sellout”. Or if someone goes “I really don’t like how GF had a dex cut” and someone going “grow up not like you catch them all anyway”.

[chuckling-chemist]

Subscriber Desperation

((I make one “Youtube’s not a real job” joke on skaian-heretic’s post and suddenly I’m making Jacksfilms jokes and writing a goddamn crackfic featuring Ardata. I’ll be fair...I’m not sure exactly how IC this is for Ardata, and more importantly I’m not sure I care. This was just for some hopefully dumb humor.))

“I cannot believe Grubtube changed their algorithm! And to attempt to introduce user feedback. The nerve…” the blueblood typing furiously on her keyboard scowled deeply. “No wonder I’ve lost so many subscribers.”

Naturally, due to Ardata’s high status and sinister persona, the number of people commenting on her work in comparison to her views was low. But for sweeps, such hadn’t been a problem. She always managed to keep on top of Grubtube’s changing formulas to keep her on the top of trending tags for weeks. Obtain subscribers by occasionally making a video unrelated to your regular content, then push them to watch your other videos? Early on, of course, but she did. Get trolls to click on a video they’d hold no interest in through thumbclaws and titles promising sexual content that only appeared for seconds? Easy. Falsely inflate her video lengths through elongated intros and outros? Simple. But getting people to interact with her videos aside from a like? Impossible. Lowblood trolls wouldn’t comment on her videos to keep their olfactories safe from her, and higherbloods had better things to do with her time than leave a comment on a video involving brutal murder when they wouldn’t have to comment much in an online redblock. She had better things to do with her time.

With a frustrated groan, she clicked over to her imitators’ profiles. She needed some sort of method to make her look - Ardata shuddered at the mere thought of it - approachable. Enough so they might comment on her videos. Unfortunately for her, almost every profile she scanned did something different. Many relied on sponsorships from small, Internet companies. Some engaged in online feuds. And if those acts weren’t reprehensible on her own, others were worse. She held far too much pride to tell her subscribers to “smash the flush/pitched buttons” if they felt any strong feelings or run videos ran wholly on content produced by commenters. Her videos were art. The gutterbloods in her basement, her muse. Commenters weren’t allowed to dictate the type of art she produced, even if they drove her numbers up.

However, the longer she scrolled through her competition, she realized they all did something she hadn’t ever quite done. Many of these trolls seemed eager to talk about themselves in front of the camera with questions supplied by subscribers. Ardata did enjoy talking about herself. And, while she preferred working behind the camera as the director with complicated shots and angles to truly capture the spirit of the poor troll, an easy night of sitting at a camera and talking sounded just that: easy. She made the announcement on both Chittr and her most recent Grubtube video, informing them of an upcoming Q&A so please send your questions now.

The results were instantaneous. Her most recent video’s view count hit record highs within hours, placing it firmly in Grubtube’s top trending videos. Questions flooded her video, her Chittir, her inbox, anywhere they felt they could send them. For the first time in perigees - the first time since meeting that odd little alien - she was a big Grubtuber again. Famous. Esteemed. She set an established date for a full livestream set to be hours long (again, good for the algorithm), and pulled all the questions to be used from a random generator. So close to re-achieving the fame she once had on Grubtube she’d never have to try again if she wanted to. She set everything up the night before, from her husktop littered with questions to the camera itself.

Her preparations made the filming easy. She only had to start up the livestream on Grubtube, waiting for the red light to indicate she started filming and grimace menacingly at the camera. Of course, she made herself look equally enticing and imposing on her black couch, but that was just her regular aesthetic. To do anything else was disingenuous. “Hello. I’m sure you’re all here to watch Alternia’s best up-and-coming filmmaker on Grubtube answer your questions.” She smirked. “I’m so flattered you could make it. Unsurprised, judging by your ridiculous interest in my personal life, but flattered. So, let’s get this started before I lose interest.”

The first set of questions her husktop pulled up were straightforward. Trolls asked her about simple questions about her personal life: everything from her lusus to her quadrants, on top of numerous questions about all sorts of favorites. One even asked her about dayglow, and if she preferred it to other poisons. Ardata gave the viewers of the stream cryptic answers. After all, she didn’t really want to talk about her private life. She didn’t even want to answer questions at all. This was all just to please the Grubtube algorithm and gain her viewership back.

About halfway through the questions, after a slog of political minefields seemingly only there to upset some subjuggalator watching her videos, the questions started to get...well...weird. “‘Ardata,’” she read, “‘I’m a huge fan of your videos, but I gotta ask, I keep dabbing on my haters like other grubtubers told me to, but sometimes they dab back. I haven’t gotten an answer from them yet. Please help, I’m scared.”

Ardata’s smirk twisted into a dark frown. “If you’re scared, don’t dab at them. Shouldn’t that be simple?”

She flipped over to the next one, reading “Ardata? What’s your opinion on the film ‘The Funny Faces on Your Palm Husk Develop Personalities of Their Own Separate of the Ones They Are Supposed to Emote in a Sellout Family Comedy Featuring An Overabundance of Propaganda and Product Placement, The Plot Relying Wholly On Overused Concepts Done Better in Other Films? I heard it’s a visual masterpiece.” She scowled. “What kind of question is this? Did anyone even go see that refuse incinerator heap of a film?” She scoffed. “Please. Next question.”

She flipped down through the comments, reading many of them outloud as she skipped them. Ardata, when will you start giving us sponsorships at the end of your videos? Can’t wait to skip all of them!

Ardata, has anyone told you your lusus is half as cute as JuhannFlicks’ barkbeast?

Ardata, when will you do a collaboration with a screaming Grubtuber?

Have you considered what it feels like to be like us, an asshole talking to a camera?

Ardata, I need more challenge vids!

What’s your opinion on the Eastern Alternian flag made entirely of triangles? Do you agree it’s the absolute worst?

Over and over. The whole middle portion of Q&A seemed like...shitposts. Pure and idiotic shitposts. Her scowl deepend. “Understand, viewers, these questions are so inane I’m not even giving them a thought. Now, this one, since I ignored so many…” she flitted her gaze over to the next post, not even bothering to check to see what it said, “this one I’ll answer.”

Hey Ardata, how does it feel to know that you have no skills for the Ordeals because we all know Grubtube’s not a real job?

She paused, blinking slowly. Anger swelled in the pit of her stomach. How dare some troll insist what she did wasn’t a job! She profited, didn’t she? “I assure you, viewer, what I do is very real. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here right now,” she said tightly. “Now, let’s move on to the--”

She gasped. A whole slew of comments, none of them from the same troll, all asked the same question. Worded differently, but functionally the same. Grubtube’s not a real job.

“Q&A’s over early. I won’t be doing another one,” she snarled. With a quick snap of her wrist, the husktop clicked shut, ending the stream immediately.

It wasn’t until she sat there for several minutes, fuming silently, that she realized what she did. But it was too late now. She’d have to find another way to bring in new viewers through other means, and hope her outburst only drove minimal numbers away.

Hopefully.

***

Meanwhile, Juhann Scanan, popular oliveblooded comedic Grubtuber, watched the whole stream with anticipation. His lusus, a tiny little fluffy barkbeast he affectionately called Klondike, nipped at his arm. Normally he wasn’t interested in the drama of Grubtube, but the fall of Ardata Carmia was equal parts funny and necessary. Grubtube held enough bloodshed without yet another redblock wannabe hogging all the attention.

The video ended with a loud click, and Grubtube shoved him off the video onto her regular profile. The same question his followers asked over and over, she couldn’t even handle once.

Juhann laughed. Maybe it wasn’t the kindest idea to let his followers know he sent in one bizarre question about dabbing after making a song that happened to reference this Grubtube redblock trend.. But the bubbly satisfied feeling watching another villain of the website crumble under their own infamy felt justified, in a way. If you can’t adjust to the changing tides of a constantly evolving website, you’d fall behind. Ardata, and any other troll who mistakes ultraviolence for art and content, relying wholly on a supervillain status for popularity, would fall victim for that.

“Okay Klondike, get off me,” he said. “I gotta finish editing for tomorrow. Gotta finish that song.”

Klondike yipped happily in his face, making no attempt to move. Moving seemed out of the question. Juhann stretched, smiling sleepily at his lusus and yawning. “Fine,” he said with a light pat of the barkbeast’s head. Editing could wait for a day. “You win. I’ll sleep.”

((I’ll just say it here, yeah his matesprit’s just troll!Erin/2ToesUp and she has a similar lusus named Sundae))

[latinalesbi]

The good trouble account doesn’t even follow the moms or boys lol so much for the family

Yes, they tag Sherri and Teri in posts. They are such users.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Cringe at some of the fans of the show I really do. On twitter for the 1st time in ages Joanna baits them. BB has gone quiet thank god. They’ve all moved on people. They got bored of writing for the moms-never really knew what to do with them s3 onwards. They wanted Maia front and center that’s evident, the spin off was their idea. The amount of new characters on their new show means money wasn’t the real issue. They’ve moved studios to cut costs. They gave up on Teri and Sherri thats the truth.

Yes, this officially makes Joanna the worst one. How she gonna tell a FAN that if she raises 30 MILLION dollars, she’ll produce the show. Bitch please. SHUT Up. She makes me so angry. They went along with whatever Freeform wanted. It’s so sad. They didn’t want the older lesbians and that’s a fact. These women weren’t sleeping around getting down with multiple women and they weren’t young things (yeah I am looking at you Bold Type and their male gaze), Freeform had no room to make a couple like Stef and Lena, front and center.

Anonymous said:                                                       ��              If only they had realised the storm their decision would’ve caused both Fform and the creators of the fosters. I think had they realised their new shows cloak & dagger etc would do as badly as they have they would have sanctioned a season 6. In fact I’m sure. They need the viewing figures. If the creators really wanted to go down the line of the spin off they could have run both show concurrently, that would’ve appeased every1. Like Blackish and Grownish do now Wonder if that idea ever came up?    

I think maybe you are right. Grownish came in like a hit, and that’s around the time they announced cancellation, but it’s clear now: Freeform show suck. No one wants to watch this network. The Fosters was a product of ABC F and Freeform hated it for that.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Roll my eyes at people on twitter telling us we should support this new show as The Fosters was a family and fam supports fam. Dear lord they don’t seem to get the fact that this so called family behind the scenes betrayed each other. They negotiated behind the back of Teri Sherri and the guys and left them blindsided by the decision. Bradley Peter Maia Cierra and Joanna were all complicit in that. Their ‘family’ lost their jobs whilst they not only kept theirs but no doubt got pay rises. Asses!            

Anyone who wants to sell me that shit, can go fuck themselves. What a waste of energy. This wasn’t a family, this was a job, people got fucked over, I want to see the backstabbers crash and burn.

Anonymous said:                                                                      It was the Callie show for the past two seasons. Literally everything that could happen to a person happened to her lol! They didn’t really have a use for the other characters anymore. The only reason they are bringing Cierra -Marianna on board for the new show is that they are good friends in real life. I really believe that. Can’t believe they are producers too, the former cast must have been shocked at that. It’s like a double kick in the balls.          

I agree with that and that’s why this real life friendship has an end date. It will always be Maia and guest. If production money is all she cares about then maybe it will last. However, if the limelight she seeks, then she will be disappointed.

Anonymous said:                                                                      I loved the first few seasons of The Fosters. It was so family orientated. I loved the relationship between Stef and Calli it was what I wished for if Im honest. The show became too political for me at the end, they lost a little of what made it special.

I’ve said it before, the Trump election ruined the country and specifically this show. I needed escapism, ok. Is that ok to say? This show was built on that fantasy of a life. Suddenly, everything was about Trump even though on their timeline, he hadn’t been elected. They should have left the fosters alone and made a political show elsewhere.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Thought of watching Good Trouble every week and who is Callie going to save next urgh!They’ll be lots of new young, good looking characters, lots of sex no doubt which is funny considering the moms were barely allowed to touch towards the end. The creators zoned out. They wanted this new show, probably preferred writing for the girls etc. If you read articles at the beginning of The Fosters in 2013 they were so enthused about Stef and Lena, excited to talk about their stories, its worlds apart.          

Well Bradley got divorced and clearly didn’t believe in marriage anymore. He bought himself a young boyfriend and everyone got bored of stef and lena, except the audience. Sadly. It also shows how fake they are. They are actors selling a product. Ultimately, they didn’t really care, they just thought that’s what the network wanted to hear then.

P.S. Just don’t watch troubled shows.

Anonymous said:                                                                      They harp on & boast about their social justice storylines and how this will continue when the real injustice happened on their show in front of all of us. They kept the 2 straight characters and let go the 2 older women who happened to play lesbians and their gay son. These were the characters that had the most social impact & brought the most awareness to the show at the beginning. They gave people hope and a feeling they were being listened too. It’s so sad tptb seem to have forgotten that.            

And their stupid show’s tag is going to an invade a rightfully political tag about a black activist. People looking for this will bump into white savior callie. This isn’t progressive, it’s the typical erasure that happens to lesbians.

Anonymous said:                                                                      The thing that has arisen, if that’s the right word 😂 is the huge love everyone has for Sherri and Teri and their characters Stef and Lena. They truly made a difference to people’s lives. That will never change no matter what the powers that be decide is best for themselves and their network. Maybe Callie and Marianna stories on this spinoff will be worthy but it will never compare to the real affect Teri and Sherri had on so many people. They’re loved universally and that will never go away. X  

History will tell, and no one will remember Good Trouble. No one. 

Anonymous said:                                                                      Famous in Love might not be cancelled after all now. What a joke. Could you imagine how much they are paying Bella Thorne, the ratings are shit and yet they are considering keeping it on the air yet cancel the Fosters, the highest rating show? They just want to keep Marlene King sweet no doubt, she’s got her PLL spinoff coming. It’s all trash, the network and the creators of the Fosters. In a few years time the Fosters will still be talked about, maybe then they’ll appreciate Sherri and Teri.             

It was. Thank god. Next, Bold Type and next cancel the network.

Anonymous said:                                                                      If it was a money thing why didn’t they just skim down the amount of guest characters they brought in and go back to family stories? There were so many new characters every week we couldn’t keep up & made the show feel disjointed, we didn’t have any loyalty to them. Getting rid of the boys and the moms will have saved them money, yes, they’ve moved studios too so that’s a cost cut. But then they’ve cast a load of new characters for the spin off and made the girls ep’s. Something isn’t right.             

It was not a money thing at all. They want to say that but it’s not. It was about older women and how Freeform can’t sell that. Or rather, about how they don’t know how to sell it.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Don’t worry peeps. They will realise their mistakes. The Fosters was the family. When that started to be phased out we stayed around honestly due to the connection we’d built with the characters and the those that played them. You don’t build that loyalty up overnight. They didn’t think about the fans, if they did they’d have known dumping some of the cast and picking others was a non starter. Go out on a high as the family you began with, that’s what they should have done. Everyone or no-one.             

Exactly. I think the good feelings would have remained if they hadn’t betrayed the family. Now things are tainted.

Anonymous said:                                                                      They thought we’d all continue to watch. The apathy towards us as fans is staggering. Unless they manage to generate a whole new sector of viewers which they won’t, their ratings are going to suffer hugely. They will lose so many of us. Some will be intrigued by the first ep, after that and realising the rest of the cast are really no more it will slide off. They created and had something special, this spinoff tarnished it for me.             

The thing fans aren’t really a thing to these people. The noise people make on twitter is completely just that for them, background noise. That’s why I enjoyed when someone ruffles their feathers. When truth comes close to home, they react. If Freeform knew how to create a  hit, they would have done so by now. The Fosters was successful because of the fanbase it had built from the ABCF days. Hours of politics, the law and callie. No thanks.

Anonymous said:                                                                      If their idea of family is to forsake their fellow cast then who’d want to be a part of that? Sellouts pure and simple, money over ‘family.’             

That’s it. Nothing else.

Anonymous said:                                                                      I watch the ratings for shows, it was odd to me when the decision was made. The Fosters at that point was their highest rated show both live figure and the delayed viewing. And yes most def their most stable show. Sirens had since done well. Grownish dropped, Cloak & Dagger, started well-ish but then dropped. The Bold Type has always been low and Famous in Love- terrible. Last season it always beat Shadowhunters too. That show had a big international deal to be fair. Really strange decision.           

And yet they canned Shadowhunters. If there was a show I could believe had some weird cult following online, it would be that. They didn’t care either. I don’t know what Freeform is aiming for. Race to the bottom with them.

Anonymous said:                                                                      My thinking: Teri and Sherri had the highest salaries. Fform knew the ratings were good. Thought Maia and Cierra with their social media following were popular and therefore could lead a show thus save money by getting rid of Teri and Sherri and it wouldn’t affect the ratings. They didn’t realise the demographic of audience was vast. People watched the show for a variety of reasons. They should have done some polling before making the decision, would have been clear pretty quick. Amateur network             

I don’t know. They made maia and cierra more money as producers then they would have with The Fosters. It’s almost as if those 2 were the problem with money. They were demanding so much, the network couldn’t afford to pay anyone else much. The network is trash. I will live to see it die.