#fuck that respect your elders bullshit how about they respect ME

[spaghettiisinmysoul]

Have been living with my grandmother for pretty much exactly one month and I’m already looking for a new place to stay I fucking hate this woman with all my soul

[giantkillerjack]

Uh-oh! You are like, SOOO awkward!!

You're so awkward that it is occasionally mildly uncomfortable for people!

You're so awkward that sometimes people are confused by you and then there are awkward silences!

You're so awkward ...... that ultimately no one is harmed!!

Oh damn!!! What a vile crime you have committed! What an unforgivable thing it is to make a fellow human briefly confused!

Why, if *I* were ever briefly confused and kind of uncomfortable as a result, I'd be devastated.... by the absolute net zero change in my happiness and health! - From which I might never recover!! Yes indeed! No punishment can ever be enough for you!!

So you better absolutely hate yourself for it.

Better be SO MEAN to yourself about every single missed social cue so you don't forget your horrible crime! Meaner than you'd ever dream of being to someone else for the same thing! This is YOUR responsibility!

You need to show the world that you KNOW you are bad by punishing yourself constantly! After all, think of all the people who BENEFIT from you punishing yourself! - No, really! Think about it! Think about who benefits from your pain.

Think of alllllll the definitely-good people that your definitely-necessary self-torment definitely helps! I mean, you can't just cut off their definitely-life-sustaining supply of your suffering, right?? Sure, everyone else has a breaking point, but you're probably the only person in human history who doesn't, right? Best not to question it probably. Sure, it's a symptom that billions of people with trauma have had, but who knows? You could be a one-in-seven-billion exception. Anything's possible!

Instead, better just accept that idea that bullies carry like guns in holsters - the idea that people who have trouble with social cues deserve to suffer. Better carry on the burden they placed on you until you drop. Aid the cause of the callous by enforcing shame and suffering upon yourself extra hard; try your best to do their work for them. They're very busy.

Better not recognize that you need patience and kindness to heal from your trauma. Better not find out that it was trauma rather than personal weakness filling your head with self-hating thoughts. Better not find out it wasn't your fault.

Better not find out that awkwardness is not inherently harmful or unkind, and, in fact, the people who act like it is *are the ones enacting harm and being cruel.*

Better not get righteously angry when you realize just how much unnecessary damage this has done to you. After all, if you get mad, you might realize you deserve better. You might even feel brave enough to DEMAND better! You might build boundaries that keep you safe! You might make other people think they deserve to feel safe too! And we obviously can't be having that, so...

Better not show yourself even a little kindness a little bit at a time.

Better not make a habit out of it after all that practice.

Better not get confident.

Especially if you can't first wipe out every trace of awkward. (And you probably never will. Because people who experience absolute social certainty at all times tend to be insufferable assholes that enforce the status quo. And you just don't have the stock portfolio for that.)

Better not be confident and awkward because then you might confuse and delight people

- you might accidentally end up making other people feel less shame for their social difficulties

- you might make isolated, traumatized, and shy people feel like they deserve to be included in social situations

- you might even make them feel they can be themselves around you

- you might start loving the effect you have on a room

- you might enjoy conversations more

- you might forgive yourself and bounce back from shame more easily and frequently

- you might come to enjoy some of those moments of harmless confusion you cause because NOBODY expects the Confident Awkward, and that can genuinely be an advantage in social situations

- you might stop apologizing so much.

- you might find that socializing is like a video game: it requires practice but also a safe space for it to be fun and positive.

Or if you can't become assertive and confident, better not remain awkward and shy and quiet, and then love and forgive yourself anyway!

Why, it would be carnage!!

In either scenario, you run the risk of finding out that it's not your fault that safe spaces full of kind people can be really hard to find, create, and nurture. You could end up building a skillset that helps you do those things if you're not careful!

If you start giving yourself even the tiniest amount of grace at a time, you will find that you've accessed a gateway drug with extreme long-term side effects:

- You might realize that it was never your fault that it took so long to like yourself.

- You might realize that you were always worth talking to, even when you didn't like yourself and communication felt impossibly difficult.

- You might realize that you'll still be worth talking to even if communication becomes harder as you age and/or experience disability.

- You might come to know that you deserve to be heard even on bad days when words come slow and blurry.

You might discover that you were always deserving of kindness, first and foremost from yourself.

So. As you can see, it's FAR too much of a risk to start granting your awkward self free pardons for your many heinous and harmless crimes. Better to just leave it there.

[spacerockfloater]

Why the fuck does Laena Velaryon, who is canonically younger than Rhaenyra Targaryen in the show, look like a fucking 20-year-old in episode 5 while Rhaenyra, her elder, still looks fucking 13? Why the actual fuck did they change the YOUNGER girl’s actress and made her look older, but it’s okay for Rhaenyra to continue looking like a preteen? I’ll tell you why.

They’re trying to distract us from the fact that creepy ass Daemon is courting a 14-year-old. A FOURTEEN YEAR OLD. Rhaenyra is 15 in episode 1 and Laena is 12, meaning they have a 3 year age gap. Then, Viserys tells Rhaenyra that she must marry since she’s 17 now, making Laena 14, maybe 15 at best. So they obviously can’t afford having Daemon thirst over a child again, therefore this is a shitty attempt to cover up the fact that Laena still is a very fucking young child.

HBO what is this? Why do your casting choices indicate that you’re trying to use some kind of ageist technique to manipulate your viewers? Why are the supposedly good guys, Rhaenyra and her children, portrayed by very young actors? Is this to show how innocent and pure they are? Why are the characters who are supposedly evil, Aegon and Aemond, or the character for whom we shouldn’t worry too much about since she’s just a tool for Daemon’s story line to develop, Laena, portrayed by obviously older actors even though they’re all supposed to be kids? Because the youth = good people and old = bad people analogy is fucking gross and lowkey paedophilic. Not to mention how weird it is to make all the black girls in the show look like fucking grown ups. What kind of racist bullshit is this?

I can’t understand HBO’s decisionmaking for the love of me. Like, on the one hand, it’s so obvious that they’re forcing Daemon and Rhaenyra down our throats, to the point that I actually laughed out loud when the show runner said “he doesn’t get why people like Daemon”. Like, my guy, you MADE the show. You made him look like an appealing, dangerous, sexy, strong, victorious and mysterious man, so what do you mean you don’t get the appeal? On the other hand though, most of the actions that they allow Daemon to perform are so horrifying that it makes it impossible for a sane person to stand beside him and defend him. Like, they try to sugarcoat that he’s an abusive piece of shit yeah, but they somehow don’t shy away from the fact that he’s terrible? Are they doing both of these things on purpose? Are they trying to challenge the viewer, to show us how abusers, despite being openly deranged, still have their way of dazzling their victims, the average person, and hypnotising them with their charm? Is Daemon doing to us (and by us I mean you Daemon stans, not me, stay safe though) what he’s doing to Rhaenyra and Laena? Are the show producers testing the average viewer’s intelligence and ability to recognise an abuser? Will there be a lesson to be learned?

I would like to hope so but I highly doubt it, because while one could support this theory by arguing that changing Laena’s actress is an attempt to mask Daemon’s degenerative nature a bit so that it isn’t completely obvious that he’s a bad man, someone else could counter this argument by saying that we’ve already seen Daemon groom a minor so this wouldn’t be something new. We’ve seen him do much more violent crimes actually, so why shy away from the fact he’s a groomer when we are already aware of this? Idk man, I really want to think that HBO is trying to make us see that Daemon is an evil person, but then indirectly glorifying him constantly makes me believe they just want people to root for him.

P.S. I may anger a lot of people by saying this, so I’ll make myself clear by stating that I love and greatly respect actors who specialise in portraying evil characters, because doing so and not losing yourself is a challenge (*cough* Leto *cough*) but if done correctly, it’s a true showcase of one’s talent and hard work. Lee, De Niro, Hopkins, Bardem and Rickman are just a few to name. However, Matt Smith has never rubbed me the right way. No hate to the guy, I don’t even know him, but I’ve seen him play the villain in three separate occasions (HOTD, Last Night in Soho, Morbius) and I just get these weird vibes, but I usually told myself it’s just my imagination running wild. However, I recently found out that Smith claimed that Daemon is a loyal man who loves deeply and that his “heir for a day” brothel feast was his way of honouring Aema, which really disturbed me for obvious reasons. I don’t know if he said this because he’s trying to defend his character and by extension himself, or if he just wants to promote the show, or if he doesn’t understand Daemon or if he funnily enough has fallen victim to his own character’s charm and I don’t care because it is a dangerous thing to say. Painting this character, the arrogant, obnoxious, self serving, people slaughtering, wife murdering, backstabbing, abusing, grooming, lying, manipulating, war criminal of a man, in such a positive light while being a man yourself, knowing that most of this character’s supporters are young impressionable women who just find him hot, makes me lowkey wanna cover my drink in his presence, I don’t know.

[mxtxfanatic]

Alright, finished Yu Wu, so now we have our character breakdowns!

Our Main Cast:

Murong Lian: I am so serious when I say that a sad (not even tragic, just fucking “sucks I guess, dude” sad!) backstory and working with the MCs towards a mutually beneficial goal IS NOT A REDEMPTION ARC.

Yue Chenqing: a lesson in why ignorance is NOT bliss and you should NOT blindly follow whatever your elders say. (Especially if your “respectable elder” is a known rapist with children he don’t even know about under his own roof falling in love with each other 😬). I expected that he’d experience some traumatic bullshit, but holy shit?

Jiang Yexue: I knew there was something off about him, but holy shit????? Hope he rots in hell, but also, he was obviously tainted by that dark cultivation he took in to save his brother’s life, so maybe the real villain who needs to rot in hell is their rapist daddy 💁🏽‍♀️

Murong Chuyi: I knew he liked Yue Chenqing deep down and that something must have happened to make him turn on Jiang Yexue, but holy shit???? Anyways, hope he gets to beat that fool’s AND his rapist daddy’s asses in the afterlife before reincarnating into the most peaceful next life. (On another note, wtf is up with meatbun and jumping into blood pools????)

The emperor: I CALLED IT! A MOTHERFUCKING SNAKE AND A COWARD 🗣🗣🗣 IF YOU TRUSTED HIM AT ANY POINT, DON’T TALK TO ME 🗣🗣🗣

Guoshi of Liao/Hua Po’an: everyone is afraid of this super ultra powerful, seemingly invincible guoshi and ain’t none of y’all stopped to think, “wow, this is suspicious; wonder if that one villain IN ALL OUR STORIES maybe didn’t die, especially since we keep seeing hints that the one who “killed” him and died with him is ALSO not dead!” What foolishness… Anyways, man had plans on plans and still couldn’t predict human kindness, what a tool lmao

Princess Mengze: everyone was playing 3D chess with politics but bitch was on 4D; I was shook 😳

Gu Mang: MY BOY! Wwx if he was written into a trauma porn novel. Stuck. To. His. Convictions!!! Every reveal of his was a whammy on top of a whammy 😭😭😭 Thought he was out here being Naruto-level foolish without the protagonist halo, but he was really out here playing 4D chess on human morality with the best of them! GIVE HIM HIS FLOWERS 💐 💐💐

Mo Xi: love how he loves Gu Mang. Hate how goddamn naive he is. At some points, instead of feeling emotionally overwhelmed, I was just getting secondhand embarrassment. Would obviously NOT survive a political intrigue novel.

Honorable mentions:

Lu Zhanxing: his death fucking suuuuuucked, but he was a real one.

Li Wei: standing up to the emperor’s men to protect your lord, LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO

Lan’er (Changfeng-jun’s daughter): they didn’t have to do her like that… (also, is she still alive???? We just kinda drop her and never check back in????)

Madam Jiang/Su Yurou: wish I could be this unbothered in the face of conflict, while having the balls to defy the most terrifying not-quite-human in the known world 😭 glad she survived 💙

Jiang Fuli: fuck, I’m glad HE survived! He deserves it!

Hong Shao: she walked into death bravely and heartbrokenly, and I wish she didn’t have to. I hope she and Li Qingqian reincarnate into a better life where they grow to be the old man and hag together, like she dreamed…

Li Qingqian: the way he found out that in attempting to save Hong Shao, he had actually killed his love AND that her murderer “was” the man who saved him? I’m glad Su Yurou got to tell him the truth, and I hope he was able to reunite with Hong Shao in the afterlife

[rahorak-a]

PSA : THE LE.ODI.A SHIP.

It's been a while since I have touched upon this ship, let alone shipped it with anyone really, so let me make a somewhat detailed post explaining my stance on this ship.

I tend not to make it a secret that I don't ship Le.ona and Dia.na in canon. I never really have, because I find the nature of it extremely toxic. And not in the fun way. One, if not both of them, is actively trying to kill the other and I think it was a bullshit decision on Rito's side to make them basically canon, without removing that part of their lore. Because we now have a romanticized oppressor / oppressed ship on our hands.

I get that their sun / moon dynamic is very pleasing, to some more than others. And you won't see me harass others who DO ship them, never, ever. I won't tell others what they can or can't ship. So I really, really hope you will extend the same courtesy to me. Because I know full well how... vocal, this fandom can be. Therefore, I reiterate:

This is only my own opinion. I speak for myself, and no one else. The purpose of this post is for me to have it to point towards if / when people ask me about this, so I don't have to constantly repeat myself. It is not to shit on your ship. It is not to take the joy out of it for you. It isn't even about you. Now, without further ado, let's dive in.

As a Le.ona RPer, there's always been a certain pressure to ship them. I'm sure people didn't mean to, but I am not blind. I see how my numbers skyrocket when I post anything about them. I see the joy it brings to a lot of people. I see that, more than any other ship I've had, I get questions and such about them. And that is fine, because I know you mean well. And by all means, keep them coming. I am not shy to give my opinion on things.

But it is disheartening, as someone who loves their muse, to very often have her be... just, sort of expected to be with another character. I spoke with Jinx about this last night and, honestly? We agree that Le.ona feels kind of like a side character to Dia.na. Or maybe it is vice versa. But they feel ultimately so intertwined that, me, a rebel, wants desperately to break out of that. I want my muse to be her OWN character. Not someone's girlfriend. Not the villain in someone else's story. Her own. character.

And you know how much I love sun mom. I do not say this lightly. I want to give her the respect and attention she deserves. That is my primary concern. My secondary concern, is the aforementioned problematic nature of canon Le.odi.a. Perhaps I will expand upon that with time. For now, I think ( Or hope. ) You know what I mean.

Because I want to state very clearly that, I can see myself shipping Le.odi.a, despite this. The reason being that, while I disagree with them in canon, my Leona is not canon. And should the right Dia.na come along, I am willing to give things ago. My only two requirements are these:

My RP partner accepts my portrayal of Le.ona isn't canon, and that she is her own character.

My RP partner respects my other ships.

Quite simply, the same shit I ask of any of my other ship partners. I didn't spend 3 years writing a character to have my development for her disrespected by my own writing buddies, lmao. My Le.ona does not wish death on the Lu.nari, including Dia.na. It is possible for them to have had a romance, or almost romance, in the past. It is possible for them to have a romance ( Albeit a tragic one, given the other Solari's, and especially the elders', stance on things. ) going on so long as everyone involved are aware that their factions are at war, and it won't always be pretty. So long as their suffering isn't romanticized.

The take home messages here are the following:

Please send me questions about my ships, but be respectful about my character being her own woman in the process.

I don't ship canon Le.odi.a, but I can be convinced to ship them canon divergently.

Don't fucking bite me about this, I will bite you back.

Maybe one day my view on this will change, I cannot say. But for now, these are my two cents. Feel free to go ham in the replies below if you've something constructive to say!

[a-regular-ol-pill]

I just want to say something about some of the pinoy players. Foul language and a lot of anger in this post so please ignore this if you can't handle stuff like that. I don't want you to feel upset for something that is not your fault.

I don't think I can continue posting or answering asks 'regularly' or 'normally' after this, so please forgive me if that happens— or when I pretend that I haven't said anything out of the usual mlbb posts. Just note that I will have this post in the back of my head all the time, even when it isn't obvious. I know fully well that I will be walking on eggshells after I post this, and I'm so sorry if I manage to push you away from me or the fandom with this post.

When I say 'you', I don't mean like YOU, 'the person reading this right now' you. I mean the ones that I directed the words to.

I'm watching a non filipino, LOL player stream MLBB and he's saying the usual things when you get cocky in game. Things like 'i'm the best [hero] user' and things like that, I'm usually not the one to read chat because they're quite toxic. Though I do read some whenever I see a question because I want to help the streamer answer some questions they can't read. But oh my fucking god, the second I glance down— nearly all of the people in chat are saying 'Filipino baiting' or 'nah [insert mlbb user] is better stfu' and 'wait 'till you reach [rank]', and a lot more that seems like they're trying to shit talk the streamer into not playing the game. Most of the accounts that commented that are Filipino too!

To those who do that, STOP AND THINK ABOUT THE SHIT SHOW YOU'RE SAYING IN CHAT. For fuck's sake, have some shame and let the person enjoy the game! You're trash talking the streamer, but as soon as they show that they have diamonds you turn a whole 360 and beg them to gift you a skin. Shut the fuck up with your 'Pinoy baiting call out' and lower your 'Pinoy pride' TO LEARN HOW TO BE RESPECTFUL. The majority of the Filipino players are KIDS, and they will take on the shitty attitude you show through the comments. 'It's not my fault they play the game when they're not supposed to.' HAVE SOME FUCKING SHAME, THEY ARE GROWING UP WITH SOCIAL MEDIA AND WOULD GROW UP THINKING SAYING SHIT LIKE THAT IS OKAY WHEN IT IS NOT. WHETHER OR NOT THEY PLAY MLBB DOES NOT MATTER BECAUSE ANY OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM WILL SHOW THEM THAT CONTENT BECAUSE IT'S TOO POPULAR TO BE LEFT IN THE DARK.

Also. You have no right to gatekeep a game just because they're not a filipino and you certainly don't have the right to claim you're better than them! Not with that fucking attitude you don't. Oh I'm doing the same thing? I AM NOT, learn the difference between gatekeeping and calling out something because you got them twisted up. I have so many younger cousins and I never want them to be exposed to this toxic behavior. I am a Filipino myself, hence the countless cousins, and I've been ashamed to see these types of comments. Even outside of ML, I see some pinoy folk gatekeep a game they like from someone who's from Europe or from another continent. What happened to being hospitable? What happened to the 'respectful pinoy tradition'? What happened to 'elders teaching you the right ways to treat strangers'? WHAT HAPPENED TO TREAT OTHERS HOW YOU WANT TO BE TREATED.

Don't give me the; 'That's not how I act in real life' excuse because how you act online is your toxic side showing— 'Oh no it's just [some bullshit excuse]', no it is not. I have a toxic side as well, but at least I have the dignity to not show it off like a fucking trophy; 'Not all pinoys', I'm sorry did I call out every single pinoy name and family heritage? No, right? So shut the fuck up with that overused excuse because you know fully well that over half of the pinoy player base is like that. 'Oh, oh, but it's my way of venting.', if that's your way of venting you should reach out, you need genuine help if it's that bad. I'm serious. Hell, post about it like what I'm doing now because taking it out on someone is worse than shouting it for everyone to hear. Someone out there in your life cares for you, and you can reach out to them. You shouldn't be scared or ashamed. If they refuse to hear you out, then they don't deserve you; They're lying when they say they're there for you.

If you're still here, and you're one of the people I described without a valid reason. Stop playing MLBB for a few months, stop watching MLBB related content and just breathe. You'll ruin your future by saying these types of things, because someone who dislikes you will be able to track down your accounts and expose you to the people you know. If you're trying to change, that's good. I'm so proud of you! But if you're not, then I won't stop you. I know some of you will share these to your friends and shit talk me— you're free to do so because I feel like I'm the only one who has called out your shitty behavior and I'm ashamed.

[the-wayward-snowflake]

Lucifer VS. Isolde

“Lucifer, sir, I have brought her. She came willingly and didn’t pose a problem.” A tall red-haired man says as he escorts a young lady up to the throne. Her hair is white as snow with blue ends, owl-ish eyes, wings, and talons. The wings have dark spots on the edge of the feathers. Some say she is elegant while others think some of her features are rather odd. 

She was quick to notice a child standing near her, looking up at her in bewilderment. “Hey, pretty lady. I wanted you to know, Lucifer is dumb. He can take him.” She little girl smiles and skips away to sit near a group that was already in the room. Isolde lets out a chuckle. 

The man on the throne looks up at her, his cold eyes looking at her with disappointment. Actually, he appeared rather irritated. Especially after the child talked to her. “Is this the one who wishes to be called ‘Isolde’?” He asks. Everyone hears a sigh in the background as one of the men with a hat covering his eyes in the background closes a file and mutters a “yes.” 

“Isolde, do you know why you’re here?” Lucifer asks. 

With a straight face, she says “no, I do not.” She crosses her arms and looks directly at Lucifer. 

Lucifer leans back in his chair, “oh really? You don’t? Heh. Isolde, you do realize being a rogue angel isn’t a good thing right?” He taps his fingers on his knee. 

Isolde lets out a laugh. “You’re kidding, right? Do you really think I am an angel?”

Lucifer, getting annoyed, “cut the bullshit. I can very clearly see your wings. How about you make it official and show me your halo.” 

The one holding the file sighs and shakes them in the air, “Sir, I tried telling you this. She doesn’t have-” 

“Shut the fuck up, Azerial.” Lucifer growls. Azerial shakes his head and continues reading the file. 

“Even if I had one, I wouldn’t show it to someone like you.” Isolde gives the man a cold look. 

Lucifer bolts up, his single wing shooting out. He grabs Isolde’s neck and hoists her up to force her to maintain eye contact with him. “Has anyone ever taught you to respect your elders?” His grip tightens. 

“Yes.” She licks his knee, forcing him to drop her back to the ground. “But you are not one of them.” Her sword manifests from fluttering snowflakes around her hand. 

Lucifer angrily makes his broken claymore appear in his hands, he then bolts at Isolde. She puts her sword up and blocks his incoming attack. He was coming at her with such force that they both slid across the room. “Do you know what happens when a rogue angel doesn't comply with either heaven or hell?” 

“Oh please enlighten me.” Her eyes narrow in on him. 

He puts a little more force into his blade, “they die.”

With the aid of her wings, she uses force to push him away. The man skids back a couple of feet. She waves her arm and casts a blizzard around them. She hides in the blizzard and launches herself at Lucifer. The blizzard starts slashing into his skin, then she attacks with her sword. Lucifer notices her for a split second and grabs her sword-fighting arm by the bicep. Suddenly a giant cuff appears around where he was gripping her and a tight chain intertwines around her arm, attaching itself to her sword. She lets out a scream of pain. 

Her wings and talons suddenly vanish. Little did she know her eyes were changed and she had normal irises and pupils. The pain in her arm nearly immobilized it. She tried to turn into an owl, but it failed. A slight panic starts to sit in. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!” She holds her right arm. 

Lucifer laughs softly, “I thought it wasn’t fair that you had both your wings and could fly. How unfair is it that I only have one wing and can’t fly? Exactly. Though, I do have to say how fascinating it is that you seem to be an angel that can turn into an owl. How does it feel not to be a little birdie?” He smiles creepily. 

Isolde’s arm shakes from pain, thinking to herself that she doesn’t actually need her sword to win. When she had gotten there, she noticed there was an everlasting blizzard outside. She could use that to her advantage. 

“What’s the matter little birdie? Can’t fight with your soul bound to hell?” He continues chuckling, then sees the amount of pain his opponent is in. “Oh? Are your chains a little tight? Oopsie.” He holds up his claymore and tries to smash it down at her, but she hops onto her feet and backs away. The claymore shatters the floor and pieces fly everywhere. 

“For a skinny man, you sure have a lot of strength.” She says, admiring the damage to the floor. “I know a lot of claymore fighters. They seem to be more in control of their weapons than you are. You seem to stand in one place, you lack movement. Are you clumsy or something? Or is it the lack of wings holding you back?” She then glances at his weapon. “Your blade is broken. The fact that you never repaired it proves to me you are weak of mind.” 

She then casts another blizzard into the room, hiding within it. With the chain around her arm, she can be spotted easier. She sends some snowflakes in his direction and it slices into him. He starts to get annoyed with his opponent.

“You’re not the only one who can use ice, little birdie.” He raises his arm, trying to summon some ice, but it fails. He didn’t realize that she had taken control of the blizzard and snow in hell. He breathes heavily, getting angry with her. “You’re really getting on my nerves, little birdie.” 

Still in her snow, “Let me ask you something about your claymore. Could it be you don’t move much because that weapon of yours is sooo heavy that it is making you slow?” 

Lucifer, getting super agitated, loses track of her in the blizzard. “SHUT UP!” He screams at her. He then spots her chains again, “I can see you, little birdie. It’s a mistake thing you can try this one me again.” 

Isolde, still hiding within her blizzard. “I am warning you. Stop calling me a LITTLE BIRDIE!” She yells, finding herself getting a bit more aggressive than usual. 

Lucifer is still following her gaze. “If you continue to get worked up like this, I’ll have to perma freeze you. That’s what happens to the aggressive souls who can’t calm down.” 

Isolde takes a deep breath, “No. I will not let that happen to me again. I will not lose this fight either. I will not lose a pointless battle again.” 

Lucifer snickers, “oh? Did you lose a fight before? Did you end up frozen for a long time? Little birdie, you should let this be a wake-up call. What do you say, little birdie? Be a good little angel and let me put you out of your misery already.” 

Time stands still a second, Isolde raises her left arm up. She senses a great force of wind and snow and forces it to crash into the wall. It blasts a hole into the wall, making a wicked storm enter the room. It helps her hide better from her opponent. “First off, I told you not to call me little birdie.” She sneaks up behind him, slamming her left elbow into his back. It causes him to lose balance. “Second, I am not an angel.” Isolde gets back behind him, then supports her right arm with her left, and thrusts her sword into Lucifer’s back. “I AM A GOD!” Ice starts to appear around Lucifer’s body. The chain and cuff around her arm shattered, leaving her in immense pain. She then yanks the sword out of him with her left arm, the ice has covered him completely. 

Isolde collapses to the floor, clutching her right arm, screaming out in pain. The man with red hair and the other with a hat walked over and got her up on her feet. They moved her away from Lucifer and placed her on his throne, having her sore lay on the armrest. 

The little girl runs up, practically vibrating. “WE FINALLY HAVE A QUEEN!”

“Hey, my name Azerial.” The main in the hat says, “I’m going to be healing your arm. But it will take a couple of days. If you’re worried about being a missing person any longer, you can leave. I will find you and continue treating you.” 

She doesn’t answer. For the first time in a long time, she found herself completely exhausted. 

“Isolde… Do you know what it means now that you defeated him?” Azerial asks as he hovers his hands over her arm, reducing the pain from the hell chains shattering. 

“No, I don’t.” 

“It technically makes you our queen. But since you’re the god of snow in your world, it means you’re the god of hell.” He says. 

Isolde leans back in the seat, taking a moment to think. She then has a major realization, a revelation really. She grins, “You know, I could take advantage of this.”

[incarnateirony]

*Shealyn's denialist retardation and avoidance intensifies, adds new vanity plates, tries to be retarded in Norse today, misses what she's reblogging again*

Shealyn, you've never done a real magic trick in your life, you just chased and abused and tried to destroy the Magi of the path you spewed heretical delusional octopus jibberish in the name of. It doesn't matter what pantheon you run to, but yes, I do have badass music taste, since you keep confusing me with Loki, and yes, even if it burns me out. I've made that incredibly fucking clear.

I love that this bitch just keeps trying to rotate her shit to find something, too. Hermes and the dance moves! Loki and the music list! Um. Anubis and the kitty kibble! All the godshadows and her Therapy Book! Anything but addressing the screaming lady in her head she confessed to on main! Today's distraction is ROCK MUSIC. Tomorrow... whiny reblogs begging the universe to think about her FEEEEEEEEEELINGS. On Sunday, if we turn a bunch of posts sideways without reading them, maybe she can find a way to validate-away with a half printed motivational poster what has her crying inside because she goddamn knows better. Her inner goddess is weeping but the monster of shadow born from her obstructing her own light is too obese on the chewed on foreskin of her ex to release its ego.

What is it gonna take for someone in her life to intervene and go, you know what, Shealyn. The octopus jibberish from the cited anime was never real. So your communication with him isn't legit. Which would explain why you don't know any of his doctrine stuff or axioms or whatever Aaron is talking about that the rest of the practicing world DOES know. Maybe we should listen to the psych worker and elder magi, and not to the god of death you think is telling you to feed the cats. Because I think he just jacked your playlist and blog again. You HAVE had an alarming escalation in required medication and self-harm habits that you've had to shave yourself bald over. Maybe there's a correlation here. And you know in hindsight, it IS pretty weird that you're up your ex's ass in social circles three years later, that should have pegged us as unhealthy behavior, sorry for contributing to that.

But no, that would require her, and them, to have been like. WRONG about something. If they scour tumblr hard enough they might find a post to interpret that makes their weird rapey bullshit okay.

No, y'all. She's schizoaffective and you've fed it until it became full blown stalker obsession x literally made a fucking cult to her ex husband and now you're ALL too motherfucking embarrassed to look at it.

Also yes, Shea. Very much the Best Comment. Thank you. Thee Crustdaddiest. You're still schizoaffective and still riding my astral dick. And now you fucked up and got Mark on it.

Avoiding the truth doesn't change it, it just prolongs how long I'm going to embarrass both of you while picking your brain to pieces.

Is being humiliated one of your fetishes too now? is it a kinky thing? maybe I'm just playing into your horny lying cultist hands by embarrassing you like this, is this another way you get off on me?

or are you so braindamaged you forgot we went over this being in the exact time period you fucked up and got Mark bound to me and you kept changing the color of my otherwise identical-across-entities prescription lenses on every different "character" or "god interpretation" you were doing for a hot minute there.

Because that's what people that Actually Talk To A Deity have to do. Interpret what they look like. Not "this is how I see him." This is how you interpret text you pretend talks to you at night. But you done fucked up and attached to me, and you know, we've been over this, you dumb broad.

But yes, Thee Daddiest. Technically they forgot the most important Thee. But I respect the effort. The -est suffix imports the essence of Thee enough, Thee Crustdaddy, or The Crustdaddiest. See, language is fun!

Lady... we're STILL doing this?

My bad that old avatar generator didn't have the exact nose bridge you'll try to bitch about as different. Just like you didn't notice the Pan with the spider after I started yelling HEY YOU LLOTH OF THE TENTH HOUSE ARACHNE WHO SHADOWS HER OWN ALTAR. "man I just got this vivid visual of the pan that looks weirdly like Aaron's icon going BOO, I HAVE NO IDEA WHY!!" MAN IT WAS REAL RED WHEN I WENT THERE LAST NIGHT TO DEAL WITH MOON MOON "IDK THIS GUYS NAME BUT I'M PROUD OF HIM. IF HIS HAIR IS SHORTER, IS HE A DIFFERENT DUDE????" Me: LMAO ENJOY YUGIOH BRAINROT "we'll draw the guy on hieroglyphics... and paint him BLACK... even without giving him actual black features, we just keep changing the skin tone on the same dude's face and caling it a different guy. But this one has a side shave!! SEE, DIFFERENT GUY WE SWEAR." me, sitting there with my clippers shaving my head: you're literally all brain damaged.

I can ALMOST forgive Mark for missing the Ash in the Pyramidhead thing, because your lying ass intentionally will hide from him what that is and it does look different, but the others yall, it's outright embarrassing to watch, but I've been saving your fanart. Very useful actually.

fuck me running with a pitchfork. Like friggin... artistic blackface to try to dodge being called out on their shit. Changing hair length and hair dye color but still drawing the same motherfucker over and over again with the same general essence and the same glasses throughout, even in the egypt piece where they painted him dark but still gave him caucasian ass facial structure with the same fucking glasses same as "Loki" and "IDK his name but I'm proud of him" which conveniently match the facial shape of "Hermes", or "Rhys", or "Coyote", or whatever she's fucking waving around my bullshit under today pretending it isn't me and mine and my shit and my work face identity you know the fucking song by now. Hell Egyptian Dude direct transited the purple lips and other details from the icon I had on my blog for a month to reclaim my own motherfucking face from your theft. But I guess a haircut and blackfacing him changes everything. Fucking flaming candied jesus on a pogo stick, you guys.

Also sidebar but this is the funniest timing to me rn

No seriously, nobody finds it weird that while she runs further and further from the concept of Hermes beyond compulsively giving in to a few evocations I've forced out of her letting her think it was rebellion or whatever... now it's LOKI with the dance moves, and it's LOKI telling her to do her therapy. Because therapy and Workbooks and Playlists are all totes common Loki associations, and not just her trying to transplant her bullshit to escape to another language like that'll help.

Hey dumb dumb, Loki is just as easy to travel in the unconscious right now for the same reasons.

YEAH NO

NOTHING HILARIOUS GOING ON HERE.

[heyyallitsbeth]

i dont remember much from my short time in college, but i do remember how in my english course we had to read this really shitty story, i think it was called Fences. basically just a story about a dad being a tool to his wife and son (im mostly exaggerating, it might be better reading it now, it may have just been taught incredibly poorly). but like, the teacher tried to like, make it about how "oh you should respect your elders and that your parents dont owe anything to you" which is of course, deranged boomer shit, and ive never seen a class so unanimously go against a teacher. Literally she went one by one in class and everyone was like "no if my dad treated me anywhere close to that id never talk to him again" "actually if someone brings you into this world as a guardian, you 100% have an obligation to them and owe everything to them" and my favorite, which made the teacher violently angry "bro, i stopped talking to my dad 5 years ago for less than that, you need to reassess your relationship with your daddy". She said "oh my dad cheated but we welcomed him back into our family" and everyone was like "that sounds like a skill issue on your part".

thats the thing about gen z, we do not put up with ANY bullshit lol. we dont take disrespect from anyone, especially not our elders. if we get told off at work for something stupid, we leave. If someone makes us feel like shit, we tell them to kick rocks and we leave. i once had a job where a coworker was apparantly saying transphobic shit about me behind my back, and one of the other coworkers kicked his ass, and upon coming back from being reprimanded said to me and the rest of the crew "and i hope i taught yall a lesson, cause ill do that shit again in a heartbeat". Nowadays, this generation's got nothin to lose, realize they have nothin to gain, and are more willing than ever to just say "fuck you" when they need to.

[grizzledyoungimpact]

Kay's Whumptober Day #19

Prompt #19: I'll take one final step. All you have to do is make me.

Pairing: Sami CallihanxEddie Edwards

Mentions Of: Davey Richards, Alisha Edwards, Audrina Colette (OC), Lyra Dawn (OC), Harlow Fischer (OC), Maddox Lovell (OC)

Verse: Main, Slight AU

Everything Eddie Edwards had become in life was thanks to one man.

It had started with the baseball bat sending the chair into his eye. Eddie had won the match against 𝗵𝗶𝗺. He had rolled 𝗵𝗶𝗺 up fairly only to end up attacked from behind. That chair had been placed over his chest and that with the combined force of the bat wrapped in barbed wire had busted open his eyes. Even now, he could feel the force of the blow if he thought about it for too long. It had been that hit from the bat that snowballed into where he was now.

The eye injury, after all, had led to the obsession with 𝗵𝗶𝗺.

Eddie had stalked the man who professed himself as the new horror for the better part of a year before his and Davey's adopted daughter Lyra Dawn had taken the hard measure to do what needed to be done. Eddie had been checked into a mental institution for his betterment, trying to get him the help that he so desperately needed. Eddie had stewed in his own anger, his hatred while he lived life away from his then husband and adopted daughter.

Once he had been checked out, Eddie had tried to live life normally again. Davey had become a rock, even if Eddie allowed his emotions to be ruled without honor. It hadn't mattered how positive the addition of the British wolves were to his life. As long as Audrina Colette whispered darkness in his ear, Eddie had only wanted to do what she said. The darkness was due to 𝗵𝗶𝗺.

Everything was because of 𝗵𝗶𝗺.

For a brief, shining moment after Audrina left, life had been good. Eddie and Davey had been happy and planning a world tour together. It felt like the time before the darkness, before the injury. Eddie had dared to hope and dream. That light, that good, had quickly turned to darkness after a man of shadows had torn his Davey away. Even Alisha, who had been their third musketeer had been worried about Eddie's behavior, and rightfully so. Eddie had been willing to throw away his sobriety because he couldn't stand the pain anymore.

And then 𝙝𝙚 had shown up at the bar.

As soon as Eddie's cold blue eyes, consumed with rage and hurt, met the cruel brown eyes of the man who had ruined everything, the elder wolf had been ready to fight. "I'll take one final step. All you have to do is make me," the man rasped as he told his hands up in submission. Eddie wanted nothing more than to fight, but this darkness? This evil?

It was the only fucking thing that made sense right now.

"It always comes back to you," Eddie didn't try to push him away, refusing to look at Sami Callihan. He sniffed, stirring the ice in his water, "No matter where I'm fuckin' at in life, it always comes back to you."

"Ya ain't drinkin' are ya?" Callihan sat down next to him. There was a silence between the two and Callihan cut hand signals to the bartender to cut Eddie off from the possibility of alcohol. "I have 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 where ya are, ya know. I don't care if you want to drink or not. I'm not letting you go down the same path I did."

Eddie snarled, hunched over the bar, "I don't give a shit if you've been down that road. You're my enemy. Ya get that, right? You always fuckin' have been."

The sharp bark of a laugh that left Callihan's lips made Eddie want to smash the glass in his hand over Callihan's head. "You're damn right I have been, but I always 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 you, Eddie. Despite all the bullshit, that respect lingers. I'd be shitting all over that if I let ya throw your life away. I refuse to let you."

Eddie glanced over at the man, noticing little things about him for the first time. The way his lips turned into a rugged smirk. The way his eyes seemed to sparkle with an almost mischievous light. He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose as he admitted, "I respect the talent you have. Always did. Ain't no one able to drive me crazy like you have. And I mean that literally. I ended up in an asylum because of you."

Callihan laughed again, a throaty sound that had once driven Eddie mad. Now? For some reason, Eddie decided that laugh was warm. "I respect your talent, too. I can't say I know how you're feeling right now, but I've been alone. I know what it's like to not have that one person you'd move mountains for, to have them not be with you. Turning to the bottle nearly ruined my life. I won't let it ruin yours. I'll be damned.

Eddie wanted to tell Sami the truth, that this would not be the first time he turned to the bottle. It would just be the first time Davey wasn't here to stop him. "We're enemies. We...uh..."

"That rivalry is behind us," Callihan protested, a gentle hand to Eddie's shoulder. It was the first time that he had ever laid a nonviolent hand on him, Eddie mused. "But now? I'm here to help. However you need it, I'll help you, Eddie."

[elizabetharizona]

The Great Reprogramming

I think by now we have al heard of "The Great Resignation" that is happening now. Millennials and maybe some Gen Z's as well are all quitting their jobs to start their own companies or find companies with updated values and respectable pay. The old antiquated work system that we once knew is being challenged and not accepted by the masses. At least, that is how I choose to report on TGR.

Initially I didn't think I would be part of it but eventually I knew there was no other option. I could not continue to work in a way that is so out dated and out of tune with my core values or for people that didn't respect themselves or their team enough to challenge it. I have found it very hard to generate respect for my elders because the society they built for us is such trash. So robotic, so do what your told, so uninspiring.

I have never had any problem following rules, in fact I like following rules as long as they make sense and are questioned often. As soon as someone says "get used to it, that's the way it is" I want to crawl out of my skin and never come back. So many times my boss said to me "that's your job" as if that is an actual fucking reason I should participate in the bullshit that is the 8-5 job force.

So I quit, and they were shocked. And I was at peace, and they thought I was having a mental break down. And now I laugh, and they continue to struggle to get through their day, HATING their lives today, MONDAY, the dreaded. But never enough to actually do anything about it other than complain. Other than have their nightly bottle of wine and feel miserable the next day, the next day, the next.

TGR is in fact great and I don't mean great as in the masses but great as in society changing wonderful. But what we need in addition is "The Great Reprogramming." TGR 2.0 as I will call it from here on out.

I think I have been waiting my whole entire life for this. I have always questioned societal norms. Sometimes I have found that they are in place because of more than just society. Other times I have found they are a type of conditioning that only benefits a small population by keeping the masses easily controlled.

When was the last time you reprogrammed your mind? We upgrade our phones every year, updates our operating systems on all of our electronics, all of our apps. But what about our minds? Why have so many people jus accepted a life of misery and mediocrity? I always knew this would not be enough of me but for the sake of finding my place in this world I have often gravitated towards the normal. But in the normal we are able to find safety and rebirth.

When I quit I decided to take some time to really figure out what serves me and who I want to be when my time here up up. What I want to have accomplished and the impact I want to have had. I know that I want to help others wake up. Because I spent too much time trapped with my mind letting it drive me insane and wondering why I just never had the will to live. Asking myself, what is wrong with me, why can't I just go on living a small existence like everyone else?

I am here to change the world. I know this deep within my soul. And I am prepared for this journey. I am finally awake and ready to learn and to share what I learn so that others can grow as well. I am ready to take the weight of building a new society on my shoulders.

The last 6 weeks I have spent just listening to my inner self and honoring my emotions. I have made friends with my shadow, pulled it into the light. I have cried a lot of tears but not of sadness, of release. I have found comfort in just BEING, not doing. I was so addicted to the hustle. My worth came from my productivity until I realized that I am worthy now. I am complete now. I am everything I ever need to be now. And so I cried and cried and continue to cry because the feeling is so liberating. And I tune more and more into my intuition as it guides me towards my next steps of action.

At first I created a course to help people through giving up alcohol but I soon realized I could never truly sell something I wasn't sure I believed whole heartedly in myself. The thing is, by creating the course, and giving myself permission to relax, I became an entire different version of myself. I upgrade to a OS that no longer connected to the previous course. And that is when a new course was downloaded with no expectations to produce it quickly. But the closer I get to the launch the less sure I am that it is the path for me.

Today I woke up knowing I needed to seek clarity on what I have t off this world and how I am going to exist in my next chapter. Something guided me to write this post and in writing it I am feeling more and more like I need to focus on writing a book. I will still be recording and launching my new program, to help reprogram your mind. Because I promise you need it deeply. Even me of 2 months ago need this program deeply. But I am tuning into a very low accruable price point and then feeling that I need to focus on writing a book.

I apologize that this reads more like a journal entry than a blog post but I want to honor what is coming through me in this moment and give every ready brief glimpse into what it looks and feels like to tune into your higher self and to show up to the world completely and authentically yourself.

I used to "journal" in a public blog when the internet first came out (lol I am dating myself) and I talked about wildly inappropriate things because I felt I had no viewers anyway. Until my parents found the blog and couldn't even be blamed for invading my privacy since it was literally a public blog.

Anyway, this entry made me think back to those times when I was still trying mtg figure out who I was, but certainly wasn't afraid to share my journey with the world. I want to tap back into that level of authenticity.

To wrap things up, I know that I have major major things coming but. want them to be so authentic that I will not be putting any deadlines on myself.

[cqsuanla]

we need some mediocre nat fluff now to hear us from that stab in the heart fic

gotchu baby

content warnings: nsfw i sprinkled in some porn so, as usual peak mediocrity

she brings white claw to meet ur friends<3 and youre like i set a low bar for you and youre playing limbo with it. and yet ur friends are like so impressed by her because shes an avenger and she just smirks at you over the table

you ask her why she doesnt speak russian to you regularly and shes like well u dont speak clown to me regularly? and u whack her stomach but she just pulls u in for a hug and ur like ur so annoying but u kiss her anyway

when u go for a walk w her through the park and u see an ice cream truck ur like go buy us a cone and shes like wtf why dont U buy it bitch and ur like u wear the strap, u pay the bill

shes just like :| but goes and pays for it anyway but before u can even take a bite of it, she eats the whole thing and shes like yeah look i need the energy, i burn so much of it putting up w ur ass

you rolling ur eyes: you love putting my ass up

nat: very true<3

sometimes u take naps in her office and she comes in and wakes u up and is like come eat me out under my table and ur like ??? u didnt even say hi bro tf but like ur a slut so yeah

sometimes u show up to bring her lunch so she makes a joke about how its reciprocal: she eats something and u eat something

when halloween rolls around and they have those fake decorations, u buy a bag of spiders and u find her at the gym and u throw them at her and ur like "for halloween im you, i attack people with my spider bullshit" she gets u in the ring and slams you on ur back and ur like "i still dont regret doing that" and she sits on your waist, straddling u and rolls her eyes but shes smiling fondly down at u and she kisses u and then grabs ur face and says Get the fuck out. and youre like no<3 and she says And stop visiting me at work. and youre like No<3

nat and her cock gag<3 when u dont stop irritating her she tells u to open up baby, spits in ur mouth, shoves it in, and pats ur cheek twice, says ur so much more bearable like this

when ur nice to her she'll let u braid her hair so she'll sit cross legged on the floor while netflix is on and u play w her hair and sometimes you'll yank her head back by the braid for a kiss and she doesn't say anything about it until it comes time for a spank lmao she counted.

she will show up at ur job too, hand u a wrap or a sandwich she bought for like $3 and then talk u into making out in her car or in a storage closet, every time u leave the other hanging -- either ur break is over or she has to go or smth

u send her memes about being a boomer and she says shut up and ur like ok cradle robber. she says u like me w a cane. u tell her ur looking at her respectfully bc u always respect ur elders. she dresses up as steve for Halloween and tells u its because shes dressing her age. and by steve i mean she just wears a tight shirt and flexes all the time. u have no complaints

at the pool she pushes u in and ur like I'm drowning i need mouth to mouth and she obliges because she saves lives u know<3

ok soft gfs sometimes when shes out of the country you'll call her and ur sleepy bc its weird timezones and ur like pls be safe. come back soon. and nats like side eying her coworkers bc they cannot see her emote like this so shes like "um yes i like mac n cheese" and ur like "and thats i love you in repressed russian spy right?" and shes turning around to face a wall and smiling and going "yes it is" and when she comes home u hand her a microwave mac n cheese and she kisses u at the door and u tell her so sweetly that shes washing all the dishes from the past week bc she cannot skimp out on chores and shes like sure ok but i have a lot of laundry for u to do:) don't get stuck again. Or do. i don't mind

inspired by tiktok for ur anniversary u both agree not to buy each other gifts but ur bored one day and make a macaroni frame and u put in a picture of u both and ur like Sike i got a gift for u <3 and shes panic buying shit like brand name clothes, make up, a brand new sex toy, and ur like ......nat i literally just got u this.

shes so unimpressed she says shes going to return everything u don't deserve ANYTHING but she lets u kiss her jaw and her cheek and her lips and u tell her thank u baby and ur like :) ily and shes like ok fine.

mediocre nat is really just a simp ngl

[rayslittlekitten]

3. Santa Baby

2. All I Want For Christmas Is You | A Very TF Christmas Masterlist | 4. Baby, It’s Cold Outside

A/N: Again, thank you @kesskirata​ and @green-socks​ for beta reading!

Rating: M

Pairing: Santiago “Pope” Garcia x Named OFC (Vanessa/Nessie)

Word Count: ~1.4k

Plot: Santi gets cozy with a crush while he’s dressed as the jolly man in the red suit.

Contains: lots of flirting

"Nessie, how do I look?" Santiago asks while adjusting his fake white beard.

"You look good," Vanessa smiles while adjusting his floppy hat.

"Yeah? You think the kids are gonna know it's me?"

"Nah." Vanessa scrunches her nose and shakes her head. "You sure Santa doesn't need a little helper?" She steps into his space.

"Well uh, Santa might need help taking this suit off later." Santiago licks his lips as he glances down at hers.

“Actually, I think I prefer you with the suit on,” Vanessa teases, leaning in closer to him. “At least some of it.”

"Sorry to interrupt!"

Santiago and Vanessa immediately take a few steps back from each other upon Frankie's presence.

"But Santa's services are needed right now," Frankie says, yanking on Santiago's sleeve.

Santiago winks at Vanessa before letting Frankie drag him away.

"Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas! Feliz Navidad!"

"Santa knows Spanish?" Tess asks no one in particular. "He also looks different than he did last year."

Santiago walks out into the common area wearing the oversized Santa get up, fake beard and all. Benny usually plays Santa for the kids, but he had to work. He drops the giant sack he carried on his shoulder and starts pulling gifts out one by one, handing them to the children they each are addressed to.

"Ari!" Santiago hands the wrapped gift to her.

"Thank you, Santi- uh. Santa!" Aracely quickly corrects herself. She walks back to her spot near Frankie. "I'm not a kid anymore. I shouldn't be getting presents from Santa."

"You gotta get married or have a kid to not be considered a kid anymore," Frankie tells her.

"What about you? You and Emily aren't married nor do you have kids yet and you don't get gifts from Santa."

"I'm different." Frankie shrugs smugly.

"No you’re not. It's because you're a viejo." Aracely laughs.

"Shut up. Respect your elders." Frankie tries to hide his smirk.

Just then, the doorbell rings and Frankie breaks off from the crowd to answer it.

“Benny! You made it!” Frankie gives his friend a big hug. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, Fish! You’ve met Sam before, right?” Benny asks.

“Yeah, it’s nice to see you again.” Frankie shakes Sam’s hand. “Welcome in.” Frankie steps aside to let his new guests in.

“You guys hungry? Want a drink?”

“I’m fucking starving. Did you save me some of your mom’s chicken stew?” Benny asks as he and Sam follow Frankie into the kitchen.

*************** “I’m sorry. Wish we could stay longer, but you know.” Tom points to Tess who is asleep on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it. As always, thank you for coming,” Frankie says. “Good to see you again, Mol-- Oh! Wait, stay here, guys.”

Frankie runs off to the kitchen. After a quick moment, Frankie comes back with a large bag and hands it to them.

“What’s this?” Molly looks into the bag and finds tupperwares of leftovers.

“My family always makes a ton of food every year and there’s always enough to literally feed the Army. Please take it,” Frankie says.

“This is very generous,” Molly says.

“Don’t worry about it. Everybody’s leaving with a goodie bag. I don’t want the food to go to waste.”

“Thank you, man.” Tom nods. “We appreciate it.”

“I know she liked the empanadas,” Frankie points to Tess. “So I threw a few extra ones in there for her.” Frankie winks.

“Thank you so much, Fish. Merry Christmas.” Molly goes to hug Frankie.

“Get home safe, guys.” Frankie pats Tom’s shoulder.

Most of the people have already left, mainly Frankie's family. The ones still around are mostly hanging out in the backyard gathering around the patio table drinking and bullshitting.

"Fish, do you ever wash any of these or just throw them in the attic with your fake, plastic tree? Because that beard probably smells worse than Benny's jock strap after a week of training for a fight," Santiago says, inciting laughter from everyone before taking a sip of his beer. After all the kids left, he took off the hat, jacket and scratchy beard, leaving him only a white tee and the baggy red and white pants being held up by suspenders.

"Fuck you," Benny spits out. "My jock strap smells like roses."

"It must be you Pope because I Febreeze the shit out of it," Frankie laughs. "You guys want another round?" He points to the group.

"I'll take another!" Benny hands Frankie his empty bottle.

"Nah, just gonna nurse this one.” Will shows him his still half full bottle. “I gotta drive, especially since this one is clearly not stopping anytime soon," Will points to his brother.

"I can drive Benny home," Sam offers.

"Danggoo," Benny slurs as he bows his head.

"You are so wasted," Sam laughs.

Frankie shoots Will a look while holding up the empty beer bottle.

"I still gotta drive." Will shakes his head. "But thanks."

"I'll take one!" Aracely jumps in.

"You get nada,” Frankie scoffs.

As Frankie heads inside the house to get some more beer, someone else steps out.

"Mija, ready to go?"

"Sì, mama. Good night, everyone! Merry Christmas." Aracely hugs and kisses everyone goodbye. With Will, the hug lingers a little longer and a little tighter.

"Take care, kiddo." Will kisses her forehead and ruffles the top of her head after they pull away from the hug.

"You too," Aracely smiles before leaving.

"Hey, Will. I heard you made Ari cry," Santiago says when Aracely is out of earshot, nudging his head towards the house.

"Who told you that? It was Fish, wasn't it? Fucking snitch." Will shakes his head.

"You made Ari cry?" Benny looks over at Will with sad puppy eyes. "Sweet little Ari who's had a crush on you since she was like ten?"

"Okay, I let her down as gently as I could," Will says, putting his hands up in defense.

"That poor girl." Benny shakes his head. "You shot her right in the heart."

"You're a cold-hearted killer, Ironhead." Santiago shakes his head while looking at him in fake disapproval.

"Whatever, man. There really is no tactful or nice way to turn down a kid who has had a school girl crush on you for so long." Will takes a sip of his beer.

"Hey, speaking of crushes, what's up with you and Nessie?" Benny looks over to Santiago.

"I don't know," Santiago shrugs. "I think there's something there. We've been flirting heavily all night."

Vanessa was in the service with them and has known the guys for a long while now. Within the last year, she and Santiago have become closer and their feelings for each other became very apparent.

The patio door slides open, getting the attention of some of the people. Santiago watches as Vanessa walks over to him and hands him an ice cold beer.

“Muchas gracias.” Santiago takes the bottle from her. “Where the hell have you been?”

“I was helping Emily clean up a bit.” She then hands Benny an ice cold bottle.

"Grassy-ahss," Benny replies as he takes the bottle. "What happened to Fish?"

"He's saying bye to his aunt and uncle," Vanessa answers and then plops herself down on Santiago’s lap.

"Oh, hey! Hello!" Santiago smiles at her.

"Hi, Santa," Vanessa giggles. "I was hoping I can tell Santa what I want for Christmas," She leans into his ear and whispers.

"That depends. Have you been naughty or nice this year?" Santiago asks quietly.

"Whichever answer will give me what I want, Santi baby." Vanessa smirks.

“And what is it that you want?” 

Vanessa leans in closer so her lips brush against his ear.

“I want to go down Santa’s chimney,” she whispers while running the palm of her hand over his chest.

“Oh!” Santiago pulls back and looks at her with his eyebrows up to his hairline. He wets his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue as he tries to read Vanessa's face.

A balled up piece of napkin hits Santiago's face. He flinches and then the two of them look over at everyone.

"Get a room!" someone mocks before chuckles break out.

"You wanna get out of here?" Santiago asks, turning his attention back to Vanessa.

Vanessa nods. Santiago gently nudges Vanessa off of him and stands up.

“Alright, it’s time for Santa to have his milk and cookies. Good night boys and girls.” Santiago gives everyone goodbye hugs and kisses. “Get home safe everyone. Merry Christmas!” Santiago salutes them.

“You good to drive?” Will asks.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of him.” Vanessa winks at the group as she leads him into the house holding his hand.

Santiago smirks at the Miller brothers and Sam, points to Vanessa, and then flashes a thumbs up before he finally steps inside the house.

[decolonize-the-left]

This is the anon about why voting is important. Be mad at people who stop at voting. But if the gun wins, good luck protesting and getting something. This is coming from an European living in a country where the right wing government made it illegal to record the police. I have friends in legal battles and who might end up in prison for being in protests. Historically, think Thatcher vs. the Miners. Vote the knife AND protest. It only works if you do both.

P.S: Also, I understand you're replying to the side you think I'm on and not to me personally. But I'm pro violent protests, pro strikes, pro boycotting, pro sabotage, pro self-organized autonomous zones... etc. In fact I've been actively involved in everything I've mentioned. And I still fucking vote. Because low voter turnout always, ALWAYS benefits the right. So again, it's not vote OR protest. You can do both, and you fucking should.

Hey anon. Today is Orange Shirt day.

You may know it as the day where we think about how Every Single President (both red AND blue), prime minister, and monarchy regardless of their beliefs allowed residential schools to function and kill natives, even FDR the most social Democrat this country ever had and even the same man who created the minimum wage and asked corporations to stop bleeding workers dry.

Yeah he didn't do shit. Neither did our "allies" who constantly wanted our vote but didn't want anything to do with us when elections are over.

Decades later look at you. Still using the same bullshit, gaslighting tactics.

Anyway did you know attendance was mandatory at the residential schools til 1947? You may recognize this as the year WW2 officially ended. Y'all remember what inspired Hitler? Yeah I guess keeping mandatory attendance at the 'schools' that inspired Hitler's concentration camps must have been a bad look for allies. They kept functioning tho. The last one didn't even close until 1997.

And what have yall done about those schools since? In the 70 years since. What have yall done about the treatment of natives besides pretend to care for a week whenever it's trendy? Besides try guilting us to be the bigger person & vote your way every time the guy you don't like seems like he might win? Which of the 13 presidents you've had since then has given a singular shit about anyone who wasn't a settler? How many times have y'all demanded your president to give a shit about us?

Exactly.

Not one. And you voters haven't done a damn thing about it except bitch at us to accept the slow death you've sentenced us to over and over again. You refuse to recognize your participation in our genocide. Voting doesn't help. It never has. It's something you tell yourselves is reducing harm when the opposite is true. To placate your own conscience.

Maybe if you spent less time trying to recruit votes that Do Nothing then we'd have more to show for 200 years of "progress" than reservations still without running water and an ignored national MMIW crisis spanning 2 countries.

Hell, we still have to beg your goverments to give our kids back. Over 200 years of asking to be considered humans worth respect and you still want me to vote for the guys who killed our sons, our daughters, our elders and won't even do us the decency of admitting it, let alone return them to us.

Voter turnout has enabled white supremacists and has helped uphold white supremacy. In fact, that's literally why laws were created. Reminder that prison labor was created specifically to be a form of ongoing slavery in the same exact article where slavery as a whole was abolished. That article still allows slavery through the prison system and in fact it's used and abused all the time to exploit prisoners to do shit they have no business doing (like fighting fires). And that's just One Law. Just one example. Nevermind the thousands of others that sought to harm specifically BIPOC, some even passed this year.

So fuck you, your knife, and the horse you rode in on.

"vote for the knife that's stabbing you in the throat"

When settlers show me they give an actual shit about brown people, I'll start to give an actual shit about your half formed colonizer opinions.

[opheliawillowbrook]

How the Cookie Crumbles

To say his brothers fought would be an understatement: They warred. That. That was the better word. However, it was Dick who was the peacemaker among them. The mediator extraordinaire, translating all his brothers’ woes and misunderstandings into less doom-pending transgressions. But to say this unofficial, yet very necessary part he played was tasking was yet another understatement of unspeakable proportions. It was a FUCKING LOT.

“I swear to God, Drake. You and Brown are a special kind of stupid.”

“Shut up, Damian! It’s a good idea!” Tim grumbled in reply.

“Yeah! You’re just mad you didn’t think of it first!”

Dick’s face fell upon hearing the argument and considered turning the other way, but he’d learned the hard way that his lack of interference could result in bloodshed. Damian did have a history of stabbing Tim, and Robin had an impressive body count, according to Jason. I’d better  make sure he doesn’t add two more.

“Well, fuck me and my  entire life,” Dick droned in frustration. “What are you three bitching about now?”

“Damian keeps saying our idea is stupid,” Stephanie tattled.

“Yeah!” Tim added with crossed arms. “He says we lack the fortitude for good ideas!”

“You do!” the current robin exclaimed.

“Damian?”

The youngest batboy rolled his eyes and reasoned, “Listen, I know these two brain donors barely have two brain cells to rub between them—”

“That’s not the only thing they rub!” Jason called from the other room.

Damian again rolled his eyes in contempt and continued, “And I’ve accepted, as a member of this family, that everyone gets to act a little stupid from time to time. However, as much as I would like to respect their commitment to their shared stupidity, I feel as if they are abusing the privilege and it needs to stop before one of them gets hurt.”

“Wow, he actually cares,” Jason added from still in another room.

“Have you been sitting there listening the whole time?” Dick asked, near facepalm.

“Affirmative,” Jason confirmed, entering from the hall.

“And you did nothing to stop them fighting?”

“It’s funnier this way.”

“Do I always have to be the responsible one?”

“Affirmative,” all four said with little thought.

“Okay then,” Dick sighed with reluctance. “Damian, I know you find it hard to accept the choices of others, but you need to understand that free choice and expression is about accepting that others may not make the same choices as you, and that’s okay. It’s the same as you choosing not to take my dating advice and ask Raven out because you’re afraid of rejection—”

“Shut up, Grayson! This isn’t about me!!!” Damian spat.

“Damian has the hots for Raven?” Jason teased. “You have good taste, Mighty Mouse. She got a great—”

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Todd!” Dick and Damian ordered in unison.

“I was gonna say personality,” Jason droned. “Get your minds out of the gutter. I mean for fuck’ sake.”

“Sure you were,” Tim replied with a glower.

“Yeah Tim, cause you never stare at her tits while you talk to her,” Jason added, throwing him doubly under the bus.

“Dude, are you trying to get me killed?” Tim said, shooting an elbow into his brother’s ribs as Damian and Stephanie both glared. Spurring Dick into a further mood for murder.

“My point being is, just because you don’t like other peoples’ ideas, doesn’t mean they’re stupid.”

“Tell them the idea, guys!” Jason urged, stirring the pot.

Stephanie and Tim looked at each other and nodded, as though they’d discovered the holy grail itself. “We’re gonna write a series of YA novels and sell them on the web!” Steph sang optimistically.

“Yeah, it’s a huge and diverse market,” Tim added.

“And with established characters, we’ll make a killing.”

Dick’s brow furrowed. “That sounds like fanfiction?”

“It sounds like utter bullshit,” Damian sneered, not single fuck given.

“It’s not bullshit,” Tim snapped. “YA novels make up a huge portion of the market. People love those things.”

“Then name one YA novel that has sold more than a manga in the last 10 years?”

Tim shrugged. “I can’t think of one at the top of my head, but there they definitely exist and sell.”

“Yeah, so does my fanfiction based on this family,” Jason added under his breath.

“What?” Everyone asked.

“Nothing. Continue.”

“So anyway, I told Damian it’s a foolproof plan.”

Dick rolled his eyes with a bit of doubt, but who was he to judge or discourage their creativity. I mean, he dropped out of college after all? “I’m not saying I believe it’s bulletproof, because frankly, nothing is. But I’m curious why you would consider telling Damian? I mean, he hates most things.”

“And Drake. I hate Drake.”

“We’re all very aware, Dami,” Dick drawled in annoyance. “But yeah, why would you tell him anything important to you? Especially that?”

“Well, we kinda needed a loan. I knew Bruce would undoubtedly say no and, well, Damian has money.”

“Because I make good business decisions.”

“I don’t know why I thought of asking you?”

“You didn’t, Jason told you to,” Stephanie confessed, recalling an earlier conversation.

“Jason, really?” Dick tsked.

“Hey, Damian does make good business decisions. Who do you think cleans and invests money? It’s certainly not Alfred.”

“Because Alfred would have nothing to do with your blood money, Jason. And Damian, I’m very disappointed in you!”

“Grayson, I don’t know what high horse you are riding on today, but you better come off it. Father told me if I wanted money, that I needed to earn it and that I should get a job. So I got one.”

“Laundering money for Red Hood’s criminal Enterprise is not a job!”

“Actually it is. Mighty Mouse made us an LLC and everything. I own several Wash & Folds, all legitimate! Thanks to Hell Spawn here! I’m actually considering making him a partner.”

“So will your LLC fund our YA Novels?”

“Oh fuck no!”

“Come on, Jay! We have a solid business plan,” Stephanie pleased.

“You’re business plan is a bunch of meaningless numbers written on the back of a napkin and poorly illustrated versions of us,” Damian said, holding up the napkin in question.

“Okay, so it’s not the final draft, but we’re working on it!” Tim said pointedly.

“Yeah, as tempting as this all sounds, I didn’t make my money making half baked business decisions,” Jason reasoned

“No, you made it by taking over Gotham’s drug trade,” Dick clarified with disapproval.

“Which was a solid business decision.”

“Why do I even talk to you?”

“I don’t know why I talk to any of you,” Damian scowled, arms crossed, grateful there was no shared genetics between him and his adoptive kin. “I don’t understand what father saw in any of you.

“I can’t answer that,” Jason replied. “However, I can tell you, from personal experience, what he saw in your mom.”

“Do you wanna die, Todd?”

“Do you wanna not have a job?” Jason wanted. “Also, been there done that. But hey, if I died twice then I’d have buffy status so don’t threaten me with a good time, kid.”

“On that note, I’m leaving,” Damian grimaced. “I have to meet Raven, anyway.”

“Oh,” Dick sang. “You have a date!”

“It’s not a date.”

“Bet you wish it was a date,” Stephanie teased. “Y’know, if you just stopped acting like a dick all the time, I bet she’d go out with you.”

“Shut up, Brown.”

“Oh no,” Dick smiled. “I know it’s hard to believe, but he’s nice to Raven.”

“Hey keep that shit up,” Jason added. “If you’re nice to her, she’d be nice to you!”

“I hate all of you,” Damian proclaimed and stormed away.

“Fuck you too! See you at work Monday! Jason called, earning a tiger middle finger.

“He might be an asshole, but he’s a good kid,” Jason nodded with a sense of pride, causing to Dick to silently scoff. “Still needs to get laid though.”

“Bruce is gonna be so pissed when he finds out you pulled Dami into your bullshit.”

“You’re using Raven’s pet name for him now?” Jason mocked. “And fucker’s gonna have to prove it first; there’s a reason I hired ‘Dami’ for that job.”

“Dude, fuck you; dig your grave,” Dick lamented. “And don’t come at me with one of your tired ass death jokes, they’re getting old.”

“Suit yourself,” the Outlaw glowered as silence set in.

“So Dick,” Tim dared sheepishly. “You, um, wanna invest in--”

“Absolutely not,” the elder hero replied.

Leaving Jason to chuckle. “And that’s the way the cookie crumbled.”

If you enjoyed that feel free to leave me kudos 👉 here on Ao3 lol. If you have any remdom prompts send them my way; maybe I’ll feel inspired 😘

[jasper-the-menace]

Introduction

Howdy. I'm Jasper, a nonbinary aroace menace, they/them pronouns. I'm currently level 21, looking to level up later this year.

This is my main blog, so you get a bunch of bullshit, my fandoms, my fanfiction, my interactions with my mutuals, and sometimes stuff on the spicy end. We get weird here.

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I engage in fiction to deal with things, or because I want to. I don't care how "pure" it is, we're refusing to give purity culture a platform here. I also write some stuff that leans into being fucked up.

I'm queer as hell and we use microlabels here. I love people with neopronouns.

I'm also a polytheist. And a furry. And an occultist. And also big into scorpion biology. Gods, I know so much stuff about scorpion biology now.

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