#i don't think anyone will get taken away over this bc some people i knew lived in regularly abusive households and nothing happened there

[cimeriansparrow]

Sister's therapist called child protective services on my mother!!

[lxnarphase]

━━ ❝ the way of the househusband ❞

☾₊‧⁺...cw : househusband!fushiguro toji x fem!reader, you are megumi's mom, flirting, playful banter, just overall silly and cute domestic life

☾₊‧⁺...lunar's note : just some simple lil toji hcs of him as a househusband! i need some sweet stuff of him without a lot of sexual stuff in it bc let's be real, in a domestic setting he's probably just a big clingy and mildly annoying bear husband

f. toji is never going to complain about being the one staying home, watching over the little gremlin that is megumi. he's got his own ways of bringing in money with that friend of his, shiu, but he's more than content to being the one in the frilly pink apron, cooking for you and the lil' man.

toji didn’t ever expect to get married, especially after how he was treated as a zenin. he didn't know much about love or how to connect with people, let alone you. but when you handed his ass to him with no struggle and a pretty smile on your face at the gym, he knew he wanted you. two years later and a shit load of aggressive flirting, toji ends up with you as his spouse and he wouldn't have it any other way.

so imagine toji's surprise when he's genuinely excited when you tell him your pregnant. he's excited but scared. him? a father? there's no way in hell he has any idea what to do, his own father was nothing but a piece of shit...so what if he turns out like him? but the moment you pop that big headed little fucker out of you, toji can't help but grin, that excitement of being a father and creating memories with this tiny little thing erasing all his fears.

whenever you come home from work, toji's usually in the living room with little megumi, who forced him to take part in the exercise part of his favorite kids show. you don't know how megumi, your one year old baby who still talked in little babbles, forced his massive giant of a father who could kill a man with a look to do 'exercise for baby,' but you know better than to question it when you see the two touching their toes in front of the tv.

sometimes, he's in the kitchen, however, wearing that 'kiss the cook' apron you got for his birthday. toji always wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into a kiss, muttering a 'welcome home’ against your lips before poking your side and going back to what he was doing, proud grin on his face at the little screech he gets from you.

he's started to get better at dodging your hands when you go to poke him back, skirting around the table before going to scoop megumi up. “you would never do such an act in front of 'gumi, would you? what if he starts going around poking girls in their sides, hm? then i'll have to explain to his teacher that his mama can't keep 'er hands to herself.”

toji's got you there...so you back off, opting to press a kiss to babygumi’s little forehead, taking him from your husband’s arms when he makes grabby hands at you. you savor the betrayed look on toji's face, sticking your tongue out at him. he scoffs, rolling his eyes before going back to make sure dinner wasn’t burnt. he’ll get you back for stealing his son from him.

despite what people might think, there’s not really a 'dominant' person in the relationship. when together, the two of you give off some of the most intimidating vibes because of the sheer power the both of you carry. it's not even put off by little megumi, because if he notices his parents looking at you in disgust, he's gonna give you one that's even worse.

toji will never forget the day the three of you went to the grocery store, him in his usual black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, you in one of those same shirts and leggings with megumi in the kiddie seat in the shopping cart, eating from the little snack pack toji made for him. toji swears he walked away for three fucking seconds, and he came back to some...fucker getting ready to chat you up. it’s no surprise anyone that he gets pissed, ready to storm over there and make it clear you're taken.

however, it's clear you don't need him to step in, and damn, you look...really hot telling this dude off, angrily flashing your ring when he wouldn't back off. god, he wishes he could marry you again. toji doesn’t even know what you told the guy, and he's tempted to playfully ask megumi what happened, knowing his lil' man would try to respond in babbles and coos.

“he said you crawled out from the trash, toj, i can't stand for that! he could’ve done you some justice and said you crawled out of the deepest pits of hell, so I had to educate him on that. besides, he called you my boyfriend and I almost punched his face.”  “yeah? hm, i’m glad you didn’t, babe, we don’t want to get kicked out the store.”  “i don’t know, i think an imprint of my ring in his forehead would get the message across.”  “well, next time, how about we just kiss like we haven't seen each other in 15 years? not a fan of showing out to some dude, but i'd do it for you, sweetheart.”  “mmn!”  “right, lil' man? mama's so mean t' me, it's a good idea.”  “gumiiii, you're supposed to be on my side!”

occassionally, when you're at work, toji'll just talk to megumi, the little one nice and comfy on his chest.

one habit he'll never get out of is randomly calling you throughout the day when he's particularly bored and missing you. if you don't answer, toji will just leave you a message, usually about how badly he wants you to come home, groaning about how tired he is but he can't sleep without you in his arms, without you playing with his hair until he falls asleep. he's so in love with you, it's almost makes you dizzy.

you'll never forget the day you come home to toji and baby megumi in the front yard, crouched down around...something. parking in the driveway, you make your way over and see what they're looking at. it's...a kitten and a puppy, two tiny little things playfighting with each other. neither one of them say anything, just looking at the two creatures. you sigh, knowing exactly what this means.

"...give them appropriate names and make vet appointments. we aren't naming the dog 'hot dog' and we aren't naming the cat 'kitten'." "i told you it would work, lil' man."

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[sastielsfandom]

Apparently some people don't know this but don't force your help onto others and basically kidnap them because you think they need your help and aren't doing it how you want them to.

Like if someone agrees to stay with you for the weekend because hotel prices are incredibly high and they can't afford it, don't strand them at your place for nearly a week where they have no electricity, service, or internet. Especially when they have important things to do for their livelihood that can change their lives for the better. Such as meetings and calls they have been waiting for because they're income sources that they need.

And they were already screwed over by getting kicked out of a shitty apartment from shady people that gave them less than twenty four hours to put down three grand to possibly stay there for six months. Saying you weren't compliant, even though you went above their expectations and did their job for them because they weren't meeting your families needs and were delaying stuff the way they were doing it. And it had a lot of problems like electricity not working in like the apartment, plumbing being a nightmare nearly every day. At night it sounded like the purge and it was genuinely scary especially when people would pound on your door multiple times a night.

Like don't play the savior and screw over the people you were supposably helping because they aren't acting the way you want them to and they're getting upset at you purposefully setting them up for failure so you can "help" them further.

You know, just a general thing and not something that we just had to deal with at all. And are still currently dealing with because we have to undo the "help" we received.

[k2ntoss]

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

tw ⭒ swearing, angst, couple argument, mean jason todd (he's kind of a jerk with his words but uhhhh, he's cute), jason todd x fem!reader and okayyyyyy that's everything i think and some fluff sandwiched with more angst at the end bc i can't leave this just like that

a/n ⭒ song based fanfics are my weakness, i'm so sorry i just can't stop listening to certain songs just to write something related - the all-merican rejects, dirty little secret here okayyyy

i stopped counting words, sorry lmao

jason has been a nice boyfriend, so long he has never raised his voice or got angry when there was a little problem, he has taken you out on a few nice dates but there was something off.

you knew basically nothing about his surroundings, not his family nor his friends, probably seen once any of his close class mates and before you could go to say hi he was next to you, it was almost as if he didn't wanted you near them but you tried to push it away. for over three months.

you've had enough of pretty much all of that situation, dating jason for almost a year, going on one or two dates every two months and just getting texts from him, probably a short movie night if he had any time for you and it was making you feel so little and less for him, what was the problem with taking you with his family? or asking you to hang out with his friends? because he made some time to spend a few hours with them, drink something and have fun but there wasn't place for you with them, with him.

"jay... do you think we can go to the movies this weekend?" you ask him, sitting on one of the stools you had around your living room when he was spending some of his spare time with you "there is this new movie..." you trail off, trying to get his attention.

"don't think we can do that, doll, already made plans" he looks at your for a couple of seconds with a small frown and you're thinking that maybe you are the problem, maybe you're not enough for jason and he knows it, he's nice with you and the way he looks at you, how he brushes your hair when he walks next to you before sitting on your couch.

"you going out with your friends?" you ask softly, receiving a nod and a soft hum from him "maybe i could join you, i don't know your friends..." your voice is still low, calm but there's a clear intention on it and as soon as you present the idea jason scoffs.

there something in the way he does it that makes you feel like a spark ignited inside of your chest, between a bolt of anger and a sharp pain, what was that supposed to mean?

"you don't wanna know them, trust me, princess" jason trails off, almost lying on your couch as he looked at his phone "not your kind of people..." he whispers and it makes you near explode.

"what is that supposed to mean, jason?" there's an edge to your voice that makes him sit straight, he looks at you and places his hands on his lap "it means exactly what i said, my friends are not your kind of people, why?" he shrugs, as if it wasn't that much of a big deal.

"and what is my kind of people exactly? not so interesting? not as good as you?" you start, the light in your eyes replaced by something else and jason noticed it "is your family also like that? not the kind of people i am around?"

"exactly that" he says, simply and blunt, he looks at you unamused as he crosses his arms over his chest and leans back "not your kind of people either, now stop the tantrum, okay?" and for a second you are speechless because he has never said something like that.

"why can't i meet your family? it's been almost a year, do they at least know you are dating someone?" you ask, not letting go of it just like that makes him sigh in frustration.

"why would they have to know? i don't see your point, y/n." and as soon as the pet names stop you know that he's not happy talking about this "i haven't told anyone, okay? and i don't plan on doing it, i have my reasons."

"maybe they have to know because i'm your damn girlfriend" your town grows a bit louder, not longer sitting on the stool you walk until you're in front of jason "maybe they have to know because what the hell have you've been doing the days you spend here instead of with them?" the way jason looks at you isn't helping, his eyes are fixed on the ceiling and his lips are pressed on a fine line.

"i don't want to tell them, okay? i can't see a damn issue besides you wanting everyone to know i have a girlfriend and that's not a big deal" he trails off, his hand moving in a motion that made your mood go worse.

"it is a fucking big deal, jason!" when you snap at him he turns to look at you, eyebrows raised in surprise bit it quickly changes to a expression of pure tiredness "we barely have a date every full moon, you text me whenever you remember i exist and your friends don't even know i'm your girlfriend" you number with your fingers, your voice shaky because your emotions taking over were too much.

"i do what i can, i don't have that much free days to waste my time here!" he snaps back and his words hit hard but that's just the start "i still can't get why you have to make a fuzz out of it, it's enough with both of us knowing we're dating"

"wasting your time, fine" you mutter before turning around, back facing him as you walk to your room and you can make the sound of his steps following you "it's so fucking funny because no one knows i'm your girlfriend so you get a lot of girls flirting with you and i have to deal with it but as soon as any of my friends gets too touchy with me at the campus you're calling me" and it's true, jason can't stand seeing other people so close to you and so freely because that's something he can't do and he does had his reasons.

"are you really gonna make a problem out of this?" he asks, it's like he isn't able to wrap his mind around of it, how much you wanted everyone to know that someone like him laid his eyes on you, that he liked you from all of the girls it was you "you're the only one that needs to know"

"but at least give me a goddamn reason for me to be a stupid secret, jason" you are almost crying, voice struggled and eyes burning from how much you wish things were at least a little different "is it so bad it's me who you're dating? am i not enough?" your words hurt, not just you but also him because he would love to show you off but his life won't allow it.

he won't risk you to get too deep into his shit, it's enough you deal with his presence and his absence too.

"that's not a game you would like to play, you'll find out shit you don't wanna know" he warns you, jason's voice is now stern and his eyes are no longer soft, he stands towering over you as he seems to be holding back his tongue "i can't tell anyone and you don't even try because that would be so dumb of you" he sounds absolutely mad and he is, but with himself.

jason hates this, he knows that maybe he's breaking your heart and he despises his whole being for that. he loves you and that's why he can't drag you into his world, all the pain and worry it would bring to you would be a burden you don't deserve when you're the only one who brings something nice into his days.

"you're still not giving me one single reason, i don't even know if you're ashamed or what the hell is going on" your voice breaks and he sees the tears pooling on your lashes, he wants to hold you and tell you how much he loves you but maybe he has to break you a little to keep you safe.

"i don't fucking want them to know about you, that's all! is it so hard to wrap your head around it? do i need to spell it out for you like a fucking child?" he's yelling in a way that draws your tears away, wet trails on your cheeks "it's stupid, you know? i'm wasting my fucking time here when i could be doing something else"

you see him passing his hands through his hair, desperate and frustrated "i thought this would be different but you had to decide to get on my nerves and be a pain in the ass, is this what you expect me to take with my family? a brat like you that can't take a no for an answer?"

he is cursing his name in his head, he sees how your heart shatters into pieces and the way your hands fall flat on your sides, tears falling silently through your cheeks.

"do i need to get you a damn banner to announce it? take you out so you can scream it out loud? you've got to be joking" he scoffs, jason outs a show for you. a show of breaking your heart, making you feel so stupid for expecting to be important enough for him.

"get out" your words tremble and he stops to look at you, there's a brief glimpse of regret on his eyes but it vanishes in a second. "i don't want you here, get out of my place" you point every word, crying but still angry at him. the sharp pain in your chest is making it hard to breath and it shows on the gasps you let out as he walks out of the room.

"i hope that later tonight you regret everything you've said" he hears you, his chest aching because he wants so bad to erase each word he said.

"i regret a lot of things, y/n" he says harshly, looking at you intently before he leaves. just like that you're left alone in your apartment, crying and letting yourself fall onto the floor.

night falls like that, rain pouring heavily and it muffles your sobs while you lie on your couch, hugging a pillow and hiding your face because you've been crying without rest since jason left. the headache you feel is killing you but there's no will to get up to take a pill.

on the other hand, jason drives around the city. he has been around your block a few times wondering if he should go back and hold you but he shrugs and leaves, you said you didn't wanted him there so it would have done things worse. jason also looks at his phone, thinking about calling or texting you but he decides is better if he doesn't.

until he stops thinking or at least he thinks he did, he stands outside your door with his copy of the keys on his hand and it's too late when he snaps back into reality because he's already on the doorway. it's almost midnight and the lights are all off, not even the tv is on but he listens clearly to your soft sobs and the sounds of you shifting on your place.

"i told you i didn't wanted you here" you croack, voice hoarse and raspy from how much you've been crying your lungs out. his heart breaks when he turns on the lights and sees your red eyes, puffy and still teary.

"i know... but i couldn't leave you like that" there was the jason todd you knew, his voice was soft and there was a tenderness to his eyes that always made you sigh "i said a lot of shit today and you have no idea how much i hate myself for it" he starts before walking towards you.

he shakes his head when you try to sit on the couch, making you stay still as he lets his body fall sit on the floor and reaches a hand to brush a few strands of messy hair out of your face, he sighs when you pull away refusing his touch.

"i don't wanna know, jason" he wants to kiss your forehead when you snuggle yourself a little more against the pillow but he knows it's not the right moment for it. not when he was losing you.

"but i need to tell you... there are a lot of things about me that you don't know and you are different from my family and friends, baby" his hand finds a way to ylur cheek, cupping it gently as he wipes away a few tears "and that's not bad because you're better than any of them, you're better than me anf right now i'm so damn sure i don't really deserve someone like you" his words are full of meaning, that you can feel it because jason has clear eyes for you, green pretty eyes that had always allowed you to stare into his soul to let you understand his feelings.

"i could never be ashamed to show you off but you have to understand i'm not a good person and letting anyone know how much you mean to me... i can't risk losing the only good thing i have" and it makes you feel weird, part of your brain tells you to kick him out because his words are not real.

but your heart is beating fast, the way jason looks at you and his voice feeling like a warm embrace that keeps you safe from the hard world, there's no pain when he's next to you "i don't know what you're talking about, jason, this just doesn't feel right"

"i've let you into my life, everything i am is an open book for you because i trust you" trying to calm down your words sound a bit more steady, not so broken when you look up at jason "because i love you and i want to share with you everything that i am, is it that i'm asking for too much?"

"that's not– you're not asking for too much, princess... you deserve the world laid at your feet but it's hard for me to let you into a world that you probably won't like" he says, looking away from you as if he felt shame about who he was "what if i let you in and you can't love who i really am?" his eyes bore into yours again, you can see the pain and fear on them.

jason can't stand thinking about losing another loved one because of his life.

[maxislvt]

Gonna request for Alpha!Emo!Wanda w Omega!reader bc I found it so cute the anons request-💕💕💕💕💕

After reader's second heat (that both of them spent together as a mated pair), after that, Wanda starts to act very possessive over reader she starts to growl and snarl at every alpha at the compound and is willing to fight anyone that gets a little too close, scent marks reader and this really sets reader off guard because wands never acted like this and whenever they're cuddling Wanda sets her head in reader's belly, this goes for a while until r starts being sick every morning and her scent changes to something more sweet and milky Wanda's absolutely smooths reader with cuddle,praises and kisses only to reader realize that she may carrying wands pup's

The ending u decide bc I'm out of creativity 😭😭🤚

warnings: omegaverse, pregnancy, possessive behavior

Your girlfriend has always been a more relaxed alpha. Of course, Wanda hated a family and at least two pups of her own, but she wasn't going to push. That time would come when it wanted to. Just being with you was enough. Wanda knew you were loyal and never worried about you leaving her. She has claimed you and you had claimed her, that was all she needed. So you were very confused when Wanda had suddenly become overprotective.

The team, you included, had brushed it off at first. Wanda had just gotten out of her rut and all alphas had behavior problems after that. Then it started to interfere with work. Wanda always had to be near you. If you sat too far from her in meetings, she'd pull your chair closer. You'd have a maximum of thirty minutes before Wanda would come stomping into your office and demanding you return to her room. The worst of it was her habit of picking fights with nearly every alpha that worked in the compound. There were a number of reasons for an alpha to become so snappy, so all you could do was watch.

It was a lot easier than you thought since Wanda resorted to simply following you around like a lost puppy.

Though it was your night to cook for everyone, Wanda had completely taken over. All you could do was prep the table and occasionally hand off some ingredients. "Damn it, who keeps putting the bread so high up?" You stood on the tips of your toes but nothing couldn't reach it.

"Let me get that for you. Some of us just toss stuff up here without much thinking." Thor reached the top of the fridge and handed you the bread. "It's a real shame. You do the most cooking out of anyone here." He firmly patted your shoulder only to immediately put his hands up in defense."Wow, you may wanna check your mate over there."

Your brows furrowed as you turned around to see Wanda giving Thor the meanest stare she could muster. A sigh fell from your lips. "Thank you, Thor. I'll talk to her." You walked over to Wanda and wrapped your arms around her waist. "What's the matter? You've been so cranky lately." Releasing your scent relaxed her a bit, but she was still very tense.

Wanda grumbled but didn't take her eyes off the pan. Truth was, she didn't know what was wrong. One moment, she was fine. Then suddenly, she'd be angry at the mere thought of other people seeing you. Her growling and snarling at other teammates was entirely subconscious. "I…honestly don't know. I thought it was just because of our cycle but that's clearly not an excuse anymore." Everyday she'd wake up and her brain was plagued with terrifying and baseless hypotheticals. Was it safe for you to go on a mission? Could the others be trusted when sparring with you? Why were you anywhere else but your nest?

It wasn't the answer you were hoping for. "That's okay, I'm always here for you. We'll figure it out together." You kissed the back of her neck and pulled her close. "Now can you move from the stove? Everyone likes their burgers differently."

Wanda huffed but stepped away so you could take over. "Fine, just let me do the dishes or something. I don't want you on your feet too long."

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Unfortunately, Wanda's possessive behavior only got worse and no one could figure out why. To make matters worse, you were plagued with all sorts of weird symptoms. The smell of anything would make you sick, your back hurt all the time, and you'd wake nauseous.

"I don't know, Bruce. Wanda's already freaking out. If she finds out I'm sick, she'll flip out." You spent the better part of your morning hooked up to monitors and taking tests. "If there is something wrong with me, just keep it between us." Your nervous scent had filled the room, but it was off. Your scent used to be dewy and floral. Fresh cinnamon and wet roses had suddenly become milk and strawberries. "Has Pepper been around here lately? I didn't think scents lingered this long."

Bruce frowned as he looked over the screens in front of her. "No, it didn't smell like this until you came in.." No matter how many tests he ran, nothing seemed abnormal. No spikes in blood pressure or viruses. Everything was normal. For a moment he was just stumped. Then it dawned on him. "Have you and Wanda…fiddled recently?" A sigh of relief fell from his mouth when you nodded. "That's what it is. You're pregnant!"

Everything stopped for a moment. The fears in your head kept turning. After being subject to so much chemical testing, you had given up on your fertility. But everything made sense. The idea warmed your heart, but you were nervous. "I- we have to go buy a test! Now, come on."

Bruce never expected to be forced into a disguise and dragged to a corner store to buy a pregnancy for one of his beloved teammates, but there was a first time for everything. After the tensest train ride and an awkward 30 minute stand outside of a bodega bathroom, Bruce's theory was confirmed. You were pregnant. "Well, what do you wanna do? Are you gonna tell her?"

You quickly dropped the test inside the plastic ziplock bag and shoved it in your hoodie pocket. "Yes, but I wanna surprise her." Despite your answer, you were so excited. The entire way back to the tower you thought over everything. Names, where you would move, and what their nursery would look like. You'd been so lost in thought, you didn't even notice you had returned home.

"Oh, baby there you are! Where have you been?"

"I'm pregnant," You said without hesitation as you pulled out the test.

"Surprise," Bruce said flatly as he raised his hands.

Wanda nearly exploded. "Oh my god, no way!" She dropped what she was doing and immediately ran to hug you. "I'm gonna be a mom and Pietro's gonna be an uncle!" It was the most childlike excitement anyone had seen Wanda express. She practically threw you up in the air with how face she picked you up. "Oh, we have to go remake your nest and- and buy a crib and- do everything!"

You sprinkled kisses all over Wanda's face. "Hey, hey relax. We got nine months to do all that stuff. Just relax."

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

libby death head canons

the person who requested the xander death hcs also requested death hcs for the other characters so here is libby. id like to thank @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys for being the kindest being on the entire planet earth bc she offered to help me with some of these (avery, jameson, and nash). she's the absolute best.

avery: she would obviously be devastated. although libby wasn't really in her life when she was a kid, she stepped up when hannah died. i think, because of this, she'd feel guilty. she'd wish she'd died instead so that libby would've gotten the chance to really live. kind of similar to the jameson hcs, but she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed. the only way she'd get out of bed is if alisa or oren were to force her to (also, she knows that if libby were alive, she'd get mad if she knew she wasn't working) i also feel like she would always space out thinking about it, and then have to take a break because it makes her emotional. i mentioned this in my xander death hcs, but she would learn how to bake just so she could bring cupcakes to her grave to eat with her. to be honest, i really think she'd act similarly to my jameson death hcs so i don't have much to add. she would learn how to make her old cupcake recipes when so that when she misses her she can make them and feel closer to her.

jameson: my mutual who helped with this post hc before that he and libby actually got along really well so I also think that he would be really sad but at the same time he would be the one trying to help avery and nash get back on their feet while also dealing with his own feelings. I think that after anyone died, he would become a big overthinker. he would just spend a lot of time overthinking moments that they had together and wishing that he did or said something different at certain times. he'd also create a special cupcake flavor (with alcohol obviously) in her honor. he'd also be in a lot of pain seeing avery suffering so much. it would definitely take a toll on their relationship, but would ultimately make them stronger.

grayson: i think that, over time, grayson and libby would've become really close confidants. i think that they would bond over their abusive exs. losing libby would be like losing the only person who really gets your pain. he would feel extremely alone and isolated, and he would start internalizing his feelings again. he'd make cupcakes and eat them while talking to himself (or the sky (libby)) cause it would help him 1. feel closer to her and 2. help him process his emotions (in regards to his grief and everything that he used to talk to libby to). i also feel like he's the type of person to think that he didn't deserve to grieve bc its not like she was his sister or gf or smth (but he'd think jamie and xander's grief was valid...). he would refuse help until people confronted him about it.

xander: like i said in literally every other post, he'd try to cheer everyone up with jokes, games, gadgets, etc... i can imagine him making baking/cupcake related gadgets (he gifted avery a safe box in the shape of a cupcake where she can store all of the things that remind her of libby). he'd be the type of person, like i said in other posts, who tries to escape their grief but never can. he'd try to work in his lab, but then he'd see smth that reminds him of libby or he'd eat scones and remember all of the times she made him some. he's also the type of person to cry. sometimes silently, sometimes really ugly. the only person who would cheer him up is max cause she always manages to say smth or do smth that actually distracts him. he'd also design a kitchen (cause they add a wing to the mansion every year) deidcated to libby.

nash: are we even surprised by the fact that he would be crushed. after calling off an engagement, it would be hard to find someone new and the feeling of doing that was probably great but then having that taken away is literally terrible. he would start ignoring everyone and everything and start staying inside all the time. it would take a really long time for him to get back to how life was before (if he actually does). I also don’t think that he would date a lot after that. i actually think that he wouldn't date again. his spirit would disappear. i mentioned in my xander post that he'd try to ignore his grief by overworking himself and that would result in him throwing shit around to express his anger. i think this would apply here too. at some point, staying his room all day wouldn't help anymore so he'd go back to bartending. he'd only stop throwing shit around after accidently hurting avery or one of his brothers. he'd then realize he needs help.

max: although we don't know much about her relationship with libby, i do believe that she got to know libby through the years starting from the age of 6-7 (when i think she met avery). i hc that libby used to take them out to mcdonalds or bowling a lot when she had the chance (and could escape her abusive mom). after her death, eating mcdonalds and going bowling would literally become impossible for her (but she'd do it to feel closer to her). everything would remind her of libby. the only thing that would remotely help with her grief would be baking. it would help her feel closer to her. she'd also be mentally exhausted due to having to help avery. she wouldn't resent her or anything and is one of the first to help avery when smth's wrong, but it would take a toll on her. i don't really know what else to add for max so yeah.

i apologize for any spelling mistakes, i didn't proof read anything <3

[epickiya722]

Every uber popular shonen series goes through this thing where they become basically inescapable for a long time, then, when the dust settles a little, people start hating and nitpicking it, until anyone who voices their enjoyment is made fun of, then an even longer while later, it becomes acceptable to like it again.

I noticed JJK is going through it bc there's this suddenly aggressive way of thinking of Yuji, and it always starts by hating the protag in some way.

And you know what? I agree.

It's a pet peeve of mine to see people constantly nitpick and nitpick and not say a single thing that they actually enjoy about the media they're engaging in.

It becomes even more irritating to me when people will throw out anything as a complaint when it doesn't make sense.

I won't say it's criticism because a lot of what people criticize comes off more as just being mean-spirited. They'll say "oh, this protagonist has a good heart and I don't like it". Like... if they're being portrayed as a hero who wants to do good then hello, they're going to have a good heart???

Maybe because a lot of protagonists are my favorite characters, but I really hate it when someone will hate on a protagonist because of whatever their reasons are and continuously doi it over and over and over again. It's like "damn, give the protagonist a chance to grow". If you can't, just drop the series.

And honestly, if you drop a series after one or two seasons, I don't think you should jump on someone's post to bash a character like "they didn't get character development". How would you know if you quit the anime? Shush. Just shush.

Like, with Yuji, someone in a video called him useless. Mind you, he said this on a video during the SHIBUYA INCIDENT. By then, we know what Yuji is capable of.

Useless? Yuji Itadori? The one who actually swallowed a cursed finger to save a kid he barely knew and his friends? Yuji Itadori who jumped Mahito with Nanami and not even a second later, saved Nanami from Mahito's domain? The same Yuji who tag teamed with Todo on Hanami and managed to learn Black Flash in moments and setting a record in that short time?

You're calling the Yuji Itadori who picked up Nobara to get her away from Eso and Kechizu and also worked 50/50 on taking them down?

Same Yuji who helped take down a veil? Same Yuji who fought Choso to slow him down so others could go and save Gojo? The same Yuji who boxed up Mahito?

I mean Yuji is even useful to Sukuna because without him, Sukuna would have still been just some lingering spirit until someone else came along and that could have taken YEARS.

So that's the Yuji being called "useless"?

Recently, someone told me that someone else was blaming Yuji for what happened to Nobara.

Look, Nobara is my girl, I adore her, she is everything to me. But Yuji was not the one to tell her to follow Mahito. (I get why she did though.) And I know she was in shock probably from seeing two Mahito's, but I would have moved before he could have touched my face.

I just... I just can't. I honestly can't find myself to interact with anyone who hates on Yuji. He doesn't have to be your favorite character, leaves more room for me and other Yuji fans.

But if you're really out here making stupid takes about him and hating on him, I cannot with you.

It's my biggest pet peeve with BNHA fans. I like other characters, I do, but I really despise those who hate on Midoriya. You can be a Miruko fan and say post something stupid about Midoriya and I will block you. And y'all know I love Miruko.

"He's a crybaby, he's too good, he's not badass."

Oh, but y'all were so quick to switch up when he was going through fucking depression even though there was three movies and five seasons of him doing nothing but great things, big and small.

I don't know if it's the lack of not opening eyes and really watching and reading the anime and manga. I don't know if it's because some people are just miserable and need to bother others because they don't like others having fun. I don't know what it is, but it's annoying.

Right now, I'm watching Bucchigiri?!

And Arajin, he's annoying to me, he is, I won't lie. But I'm giving him a chance for character development because hey, you never know. Same for Mahoro. I don't like her too much, but I'm giving her a chance and honestly, Arajin is just not taking the hints that she is not feeling him at all. The anime only has like 4 episodes right now, so it's nearly not done yet and I'm liking it, so I'm sticking around.

I rambled, sorry about that, but I just... I just can't sometimes...

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Agitation 3.2 Live Reactions

(This is me, writing reactions as I read, because why the fuck not. They're not complete, mature thoughts taken after I sit back and evaluate what I've read. Consider them as such)

I was pleasantly surprised to find that the bus line that ended at the old ferry put me only a fifteen or twenty minute walk away from the loft that Lisa, Alec and Bitch called home.  I could be spending a fair bit of time there before I gathered enough information or earned enough trust from them to turn them in to the authorities, so the convenience was nice.

Convenience is very nice when scheming betrayal

 Tourists were already crowding the railings or migrating to the beach,

Tourists? In My Brockton Bay? It's More Likely* Than You Think?

*More Likely meaning 'any at all' bc wtf? Who would want to visit America's largest open air insane asylum? :P

I knew the tattoo on the arm of the guy lifting boxes into the florist’s van that read ‘Erase, Extinguish, Eradicate’ meant the guy was a white supremacist because it had the letter E repeated three times.

I mean, anyone with that kind of tattoo is either a fan of a knockoff version of 40k or a white supremacist, even if the local neo-nazis didn't have a triple E name.

Any of the store owners or employees could call the likes of Miss Militia, Armsmaster or Triumph in, given a minute. 

Given how many issues the city has, I'm not sure it's that simple.

I headed off the boardwalk and into one of the alleys leading into the Docks.  Glancing over my shoulder, I saw one of the uniformed enforcers staring at me.  I wondered what he was thinking.  Good kids didn’t hang out in the Docks, and I doubted I looked the part of a guileless tourist. The abandoned factories, warehouses and garages of the Docks all blended into one another very quickly.

So the shitty part of town is right next to the big tourist zone. Seems... ill thought out. Also reminds me of that line from Buffy where Cordelia says that the bad part of Sunnydale is right next to the good part, because "we don't have a whole lot of town here" but Brockton Bay is supposed to be bigger than Sunnydale.

...

Fic Idea: Brockton Bay gets a Hellmouth.

:rofl:

(I wonder how Taylor would fare against Buffyverse vampires? Vamps can feel pain, so a bunch of biting insects would still be a distraction, but...)

“Hey,” he said, “Lisa said you’d arrived.  I thought you had school.”

Normal Protagonists: "Don't Do Drugs, And Stay In School."

Skitter: "Drop out of School. Drugs are Fantastic." (So curious what the context for that second line is. No one tell me.)

As it turned out, it was less of a ‘sparring’ session than an attempt on Brian’s part to give a less than fully committed Alec some basic lessons on hand to hand fighting.

Is Alec capable of taking anything seriously, I wonder?

He wasn’t big in the sense of a bodybuilder or someone who exercised just to pack on muscle like you saw with some of the people just out of prison.  It was a little more streamlined than that.  You could see the raised line of a vein running down his bicep, and the definition of his chest showed through his shirt.

So lithe prettyboy?

“Well fuck this then,” Alec said, “If you’re going to go easy on me and still kick my ass, I don’t see the point.” “You should learn how to fight,” Brian said. “I’ll do like I have been and bring my taser,” was Alec’s response, “one poke and they’re out cold.  Better than any punch.”

On the one hand, you can always lose your taser. On the other hand, given the kinds of people Alec is likely to go up against, if he loses his taser, he's probably doomed either way.

“Okay, now you’re going to do two things different.  Step into the jab so you’ve got your body’s momentum behind the hit, on top of your arm’s power.  Second, I want your left arm up as you’re jabbing with your right, and vice versa.  If I see the chance, I’m going to pop you one on the shoulder or ribs, so be ready to fend me off.”

I know people for whom these sorts of scenes are absolutely shipper candy.

“How is that a ball?” I asked, raising my own foot to point at the vaguely spherical part of the foot where the ankle met the ground, “this is the only part that looks ball-like.”

She's not wrong.

“Ehhh,” he hedged, “Some.  My dad was a boxer when he was in the service, and he taught me some when I was little.  I moved on to other stuff on my own – Karate, Tae Kwon Do, Krav Maga – but nothing really held my interest.  I only took a few weeks or a month of classes for each.  I know enough and keep in shape, which is enough to hold my own against anyone who isn’t a black belt in whatever, which is the important thing, I think.  Keeping up with the more serious martial artists is a full time job, and you’re still going to run into people who are better than you, so I don’t see the point in stressing too much over it.”

I suppose I understand that. Besides, if Brian ends up against a Brute, no amount of training will matter. That's sort of how the Wormverse works, right? Batman, as he exists in DC, wouldn't work in Worm. (Granted, make Batman a Thinker or a Tinker and he's golden again, but as written, with technically no superpowers...)

Lisa’s voice just behind me startled me, “This.  Pull up your socks, boys and girl, because we’re robbing a bank.”

BANK ARC BANK ARC BANK ARC

[chernayavidua]

Are there any ships you can’t stand, why?

OUT OF WIDOW !!

i will preface this by saying that if any mutuals reading this write any of the mentioned ships, please do not take offense to my opinions. these are opinions formed due to fandom's takes on these ships/characters not rp. if you ship these wonderful ! i'm sure you do a much better job than like 90% of fandom !!

                 meren i don't know if you're doing it on purpose or not but you sent me the questions i can rant about for days on end. love that and you ! so this might be a spicy take or not who knows but the ships i can't stand are the ones that fandom really likes. stu.cky is one of them because most of the things i've seen over the years on here are posts about how either steve or bucky are these useless cinnamon rolls that need to be protected and bubble wrapped as if one didn't willingly fight during a damn war and the other wasn't turned into a trained killer. the blogs/fans who write them likes this usually write steve and bucky as being too dumb for modern technology and like they can't work a toaster. which really is, in my opinion, an insult to not only the characters themselves but also the fans who know how to write them properly. ( steve literally memorized the map from the compound in cap 1 due to the serum but yeah, let's just forget that for shits and giggles ) as a steve writer myself, i could go on about this but i'll stop here by simply saying that steve and bucky are complex and those that only see them as uwu soft bois only take the movies at face value and can't look deeper / not willing to go beyond cotton candy fluff. i will say that i have read some pretty darn good stu.cky takes on my dash over the few years i've been rping here. it isn't the ship itself but how fandom has twisted it and almost fetishized it that makes me not like the ship tbh

                 another is ste.ggy and this is mainly because of the fans, the actress, and the writers of what if. ( and to an extent chris too ) peggy shooting at steve in cap 1 is not the Female Empowerment move everyone thought it was / thinks it is. it was a move prompted out of jealousy for someone she hardly even knew all because she saw him kissing another woman. which i'm pretty sure is frowned upon by many when male characters do it and they aren't even shooting bullets at anyone. and steve going back in time to a woman he knew for, say, a handful of months at best makes no sense when taking into account everything he'd been through since being taken out of the ice. steve literally saw how peg/gy had moved on and made a whole life for herself and he chose to meddle with that why? bc chris wanted to kiss haley again? yawn. natasha and ban/ner is another one but i think everyone collectively erased that from their mind because it was so out of freaking left field it made as much sense as the makeup department deciding bleaching sj/o''s eyebrows. however, i think this ship can be written a million times better by rpers and i could get behind it in rp. ( i've read some good interactions with these two tbh )

                 again, most of the things i've seen on the fandom side of tumblr about these ships 100% exclude their female counterparts in canon ( comics ) and hate on not only the characters but also the actresses ---mainly emily--- which is very gross. and of course my favorite female characters aka natasha and sharon are pushed aside and turned into the bad guys for keeping the uwu yt boi away from their true love because apparently men cannot be friends with other men and breath in the same direction as them without it meaning they're in love. platonic male friendships are extremely important not only irl but also in fiction. i believe that people can in fact ship these characters together without diminishing, villinizing or slutshaming the important women in their lives, but majority of fandom simply doesn't see it that way.

mun questions ➢ always accepting

[stellacadente]

so like having memory issues sucks sooo bad

i lost 2 umbrellas in like. 2 or 3 weeks maybe a month (you guessed it i can't really remember. passage of time is so hard) bc it rains, i use this neat little umbrella.... put it down at the bus stop just for a second so i can get something from my backpack and completely forget i ever had it and hop on the bus without my neat little umbrella! fuck! my mum bought me this one (i didn't lose the previous one tbf.. it broke)! so then a couple of weeks later, still without an umbrella bc yeah, i keep forgetting to buy a new one, i have to be out all day, and it's raining hard and will all day, so my mum offers to give me her umbrella. she doesn't really need to walk or anything today anyway. i'll give it back later. yeah right. except i enter the place where i have to take my driving license quiz, i put down my umbrella, right there at the entrance, and when i walk out later it's not raining and i have completely forgotten i ever had an umbrella with me. my mum's umbrella. which i leave there. bye bye to another umbrella. i tell my mum a few hours after i realize... i was scared she'd get mad. she gets mad. how can you forget this stuff all the time. just think about these things a little more. just pay more attention. ah. right. as if that's easy. i tell her! it's not easy! i feel awful about this, i feel awful every time! i'm frustrated. i want her to understand i don't do this bc i don't care about my or other people's things or don't pay attention to them. i tell her look, every time i get to work i go upstairs to refill my water bottle. then i get coffee and/or chat with coworkers. i put my water bottle down, i need my hands to get coffee. and every time. every. time. i go downstairs and realize i left my water upstairs. i curse myself, i groan, i tell myself come one nico, you must remember later/tomorrow. i almost never do. my mum sighs and laughs awkwardly. yeah, mum, i know, i'm not even 30 and my memory's already fucked. i must have some problem, i say. it's only half a joke. i know i do. she half-jokes too, oh that's for sure, haha. i just don't know which one the many problems i do in fact have are to blame for this. is it the abuse and trauma? the bpd that was the result of it? the many meds i've taken for the bpd and all the rest? the times i've abused those meds? all of those, something else? i don't know. i just know it's hard to feel like everything, from memories to objects to knowledge, is a second away from being lost to me. always. few things feel like they last. and as a person who's obsessed with forever, as a person who loves to learn and know and watch and read and listen, as a person who cares even too deeply sometimes... i feel like i lost myself every day. if myself even exists. what am i when i don't remember most of my life? when i've forgotten almost everything about people who mean the world to me, bc they've been gone for so long? i forget birthdays, i forget ages, i forget umbrellas, i forget unloading the washing machine, i forget i already told you this, i forget smiles, i forget movies, i forget things i studied, i forget i had to call, i forget i needed to add something to the guidebook, i forget if i already took my med or not, i forget my favorite concert, i forget my favorite book, i forget. i forget again.

yesterday i went on a rant on the discord server i'm in with my friends, even if i knew it wasn't likely anyone would see it, bc the server's not very active now and that channel especially, no one looks at it. but i was so so scared i'd forget what happened the other day and even worse would start doubting whether it all happened for real or i made up half of it to make up for voids in my memory. that happens often with stuff like that. the therapist i had my first appointment with was very weird about me being trans and i kept thinking about it and feeling bad and the more i think something over, something i'm upset about, the more i get scared that i'm not recalling things right. so i had to write it all down somewhere other people could, even just potentially, see, and i could look back on. i mean yeah, i also did need to talk about it, so it would've been nice if someone read and replied too, but it's okay, i just at least needed to put it down in words as soon as possible.

i guess i'm just scared it'll get worse and worse the more i age and it's already pretty bad now and yeah

[my-castles-crumbling]

hello cas! swiftie anon, I was planning on sending this earlier but I've been feeling shitty and wasn't motivated enough to type shit out.

so, I was going to send you a message that everything with volunteering at vacation bible school was fine or whatever. so a little pretext, since me and my brother did check-in, that was only for the first thirty minutes, and after that we just look for things to help out with.

so on thursday we had to walk around and take photos of the kids in the classroom. and I was really uncomfortable with walking in there, and just taking photos. probably my anxiety, but I suck at like, feeling I belong somewhere. anyway, I shoved the phone into my brother's hands and told him to do it. he got kinda mad, since I hadn't taken many of the photos, bc I got nervous.

and I just couldn't really take it. bc something is wrong me me cas. I already knew that. and I thought my brother of all people would understand. so I started crying, which was really embarrassing, and I went to the bathroom to cry. I think I was hyperventilating, and I kept thinking about how there's something wrong with me, and how it's hard to be around me bc of that.

I left the bathroom after a bit bc I think there was a bathroom break for the kids, and I was still crying in the hallway, and it was just really icky. my brother doesn't really get mad, and if he does he usually gets over it in like a few minutes. he said sorry, and told me that he needed to take me home. I said no, bc I didn't want to talk about it with our parents. so I just stayed there and cried in the hallway for a few more minutes, and a few adults saw me (which will be important later). I may or may not have started hyperventilating again, and my brother told me that I needed to leave. My sister asked what was wrong (she was a classroom helper, and it was her break) and I told her I didn't want to talk about it. I left, we went to the library, and I just read there until we had to go pick up my sister at 12. we had a family night at church later that night, and some of the adults that asked if I was okay, and told my mom that I had been crying earlier.

my parents wanted to talk to me about it. and, idk why they thought I would. I don't talk to them about...anything. Actually, I don't really talk to anyone about how I feel, probably bc I'm pretty emotionally repressed. I already know what's wrong with me, and why I react to things the way I do. and then they got kinda mad, like "you'll have to interact with people when you're older." etc. and then they brought up how I didn't have to do a social studies presentation bc I started crying and hyperventilating, and my teacher said I didn't have to do it, and she would just grade my slideshow. my mom said "that's not something you can get away with in high school." and I hate her so fucking much, she acts like everything is my fucking fault and my choice, and that presentation thing wasn't something I "got away with" it just happened. I was going to do it, I just couldn't.

also, I've just kind of, lost my appetite lately, which I forgot to mention in my last message. is it a depression thing? Idk. I usually skip breakfast, but I've skipped lunch the last few days. which, ik is an issue, but i just can't find the motivation to eat, yk? My brother has kind of been forcing me to eat the last few days, so, ig that's a good thing.

so tonight my brother was playing video games with his friends, and came down to dinner late. my parents got so pissed, and we used to have a set time where we had to be down for dinner, or else we got our phones taken away. they've been more lenient these days. anyway my parents asked "what time are you supposed to be down here?" and my brother said "6:30, idk, i'm stupid." and they've called us, him, stupid so many times. they were talking about if they should call him down for dinner, and my dad was like, "idk how he plays video games for so long without being stupid" and idk, I just hate that they expect us to know everything, and I hate them for expecting us to be okay with it.

they never apologize for the things that matter, and I think that they think that they're okay parents. I just really hate them, bc it doesn't feel like they care about us.

idk, this was really long, so that'll be all for now. have a good day/night!

Hi hon!

Okay, the way you're talking about yourself here is bothering me. "Something is wrong with me" like...yes, it seems like you might be depressed/anxious. (loss of appetite is a sign of this) But that's not something to be embarrassed or ashamed of. You deserve support and love. And I am so sorry that it seems like you're not getting it. I'm also so sorry your parents are saying rude things. Remember, you deserve unconditional love.

I'm always here if you need to talk!

[shiroi---kumo]

Immortal Sentences, Vol. 2 || Accepting

@effigist asked:

"Have you lived a lonely life?" ( from the devil child mr tsukasa yugi bc he hasn’t bothered your cloud in over a year !!! )

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ It's the boy again. It's the boy and he can't say he's seen him in a while. It's been ... over a year he thinks and well - has it been? Time has been blurring together but the boy doesn't seem to be holding him in any from of malicious intent this time. There are no concerning pictures drawn with bloody hand prints and no threats or fighting.

So even if the boy still makes him uncomfortable he supposes it's in the way that he can't hear the boy's heartbeat. It's in the way he moves and the way he functions but for a moment the prince of the mist finds himself wondering how a phantom could be scared of a wraith. Which one of them is a phantom and which is the wraith? It was hard to tell some days because he, himself, could most certainly be both.

The swordsman sinks down from his position floating in the air until his feet touch the ground and then he sinks further to come down to the height of this boy's gaze, dropping down to his knees in order to do so. There was something off putting about this boy's gaze that had never sat quite right so the prince is sinking down to it in the hopes that maybe he could find out why.

The boy however, asks a simple question of him this time even if all the others had been just a simple.

Do you love him?

Would you kill for him?

Would you let him kill you?

Yes. Yes to them all even though he knew he would never explain his answer to another living soul.

What do you think of brothers?

That had been their next encounter and he had done his best to explain what his isoveli had meant to him at the time but he doesn't know how much of their previous encounters have stayed with the child.

This time the boy wants to know if he's lived a lonely life and he supposes in a way he has. He's been alone so very long and he thought he was the last of hsi people. He thought he was the only one left. He thought that Chaos had stolen them all away from him and never again would he ever be graced enough to see a different hue of mist or eyes like his own.

Anyone.

He would have taken anyone but instead he was gifted his binds. He was gifted the ones who found their way to him when he was just a boy and bound by soul they found their ways to him again. They would always find him. He's sure of that now. There was nothing that would tear them apart.

"I suppose I have in a way." He begins, letting his weight settle in to his knees as he remains dropped down to the boy's height. The last thing he wanted to do was startle the child - a child who had the ability to lash out so violently and could cause so much damage. He had no desire to get cause in the bear trap that was this child's embrace ever again.

"My home is gone now. A monster took it away from me and everyone who lived them. For a long time, I thought I was the only one who got away from the monster but a few of my family members have found me recently, so I'm not alone anymore. I was for many many years though. I was very lonely. Are you lonely? Do you have any friends? I have a few. I've only made them recently but they're enough. Even if I've been alone for a long time, it doesn't mean I need to be alone anymore. Sometimes my own company is the best company I could ask for.

Things have been ... difficult. I won't say they haven't been but if things were easy all the time, they wouldn't be very fun. Sometimes life gives us challenges to help us grow, and that's okay, isn't it? You have someone who's special to you too, don't you?"

[theinfinitedivides]

I thought I was seeing things when I first saw the oneus news today. They aren't my ults nor was ravn my bias (keonhee hello) but my friend loves him and I've had to console her all day.

Regardless of if it's true or not, or half true half a lie, it's B A D and I can't really see anything other than him leaving.

At first it read so much like Lucas' situation last year in NCT for me so I was a bit unsure, but there seems to be far more evidence. Also, I'm not one to discredit someone making such serious accusations. It should be taken seriously.

I don't really know how to feel. I was meant to see them live and I do like their music a lot and enjoyed his voice, and now it just feels... empty?

Not to mention it makes me scared. It may sound selfish (because it partially very much is), but it makes me wonder what other group is next. If there's anything else that someone I look up to has done that goes along these lines. It makes me feel sick. It makes me want to tune off anyone I may enjoy watching or listening to.

It just makes me wonder what else is secretly tainted and I HATE that. I really hope this situation is resolved and taken seriously by the company and that he leaves. And to anyone who loved ravn or oneus, I hope you're doing as well as you can right now 💕

i completely understand, tbh—i starting following oneus during their pre-debut days and then really got into them after their official debut in mid January of 2019, which was a really rough period for me since i had just lost my aunt a few weeks prior at the beginning of the month. i think my relationship with them was more of a comfort group than an ult, in a sense? even if after this news i do decide to continue listening to them (which, depending on what RBW decides to do, is still an option) that's the category they'd stay in, although i'm not sure how much comfort they'll offer.

i was also hesitant to talk about it here bc it did feel like the Lucas situation (which still has some contradictory points in my opinion/much less evidence for the case), but as soon as i saw the OP talk about how he gaslighted her and mentioned wanting to kill his ex-girlfriend i knew i had to speak up. on the writeblr side of Tumblr i've been gaslighted and threatened by several users over the years (all of whom i have blocked and reported), so ik how terrifying that can be in my own life. no one should have to go through that, especially at the hands of someone who claims to love them/wants to marry them in the future.

my Spotify library has been..... in limbo, during the last few hours, and i haven't touched a single song from them. it sucks, and it's not fair to the rest of the members, but this isn't like with Woojin or Wonho where we had circumstantial evidence (which was shaky at best and eventually proved to be downright false in both cases), or with Hanbin, where the evidence we did have was greatly blown out of proportion and the actual crime was much milder than we thought. this is a detailed list of allegations with electronic trails, and he has had his hands in most of the group's work. Blood Moon, which earned them several awards, opens the album with a prequel track—an absolutely gorgeous piece and some of their best work to date—where he raps through a lot of the lines with Leedo. i don't know if i'll be able to separate the art from this part of the artist, and frankly i don't want to think about that rn when everything is so fresh.

pls know, however, that you are completely valid in being worried about other groups—not a day goes by where there's a new scandal in the industry and i don't immediately think of some of my own biases, and i wonder if getting into k-pop was worth it. but you do not deserve to have your happiness taken away from you bc of things that have not happened yet (and may never happen) to people that you enjoy listening to.

at the time i'm answering this RBW has put out a statement saying that they're investigating the charges and taking them seriously, but they won't be commenting on anything else until the internal investigation is finished. even if he is proven innocent (which is looking to be more and more unlikely) he's pretty much ruined his career, damaged those of his fellow members, and ended years long friendships with other 4th generation idols. (CyA from onewe [oneus' sister band] privating all of the tracks they produced together and unfollowing him on SoundCloud is a pretty clear sign in my book that this is as bad, if not worse, as we think it is—they've been friends for years, and him taking this step [after most likely trying to confirm the details himself] means both bands are on very shaky ground.) i don't want oneus to disband—not when everything is finally starting to look up for them—but i want people to be held accountable for what they've done. if him leaving is equivalent to that, then let him leave. let him leave, and let the others live in peace. let them come to terms with this, and figure out what they want to do next. let them be able, in the future, to stand on their own two feet, so that fans can hear about oneus and think of their music and their accomplishments. not this.

[julien5-malfunction]

26012024 LONG ASS RAMBLING/ VENTING. GET'S BORING AF.

I'm having the agressive flashes in my mind again bc my neighbours have been yelling and being loud for the past 5 hours and I do not cope well with unwanted noise.

I'm even scared of myself for the moment I might actually snap (someones neck). I allready saw it in my mind; me telling them to be quiet because it's late allready and them laughing at me because I'm a short, weak, little girl, what am I gonna do about it. Then :

A. Pulling a knife out and attacking.

B. Going back in to grab my airsoft pistol and aiming for eyes.

C. Letting the guy know that it doesn't matter if I'm small, I can yell real fucking loud if I want to and I wanna yell something like 'DO YOU WANT ME TO YELL IN MY APARTMENT TOO' or 'IF YOU CAN'T BEHAVE LIKE A MAN THEN GO SOMEWHERE TO ACT LIKE THAT' or something. Idk. I'm really bad at improvising effective insults when I'd need to cause some heart felt emotional damage. I hope that would at least cause damage to his ears if nothing else.

In reality I can't do shit. I can't do shit about anything. I'm a powerless, weak little scum, I just have to put up with this, if I snap I'll just embarrass myself. I don't wanna cry bc everything makes me feel like shit about myself. I don't even feel real anymore. My whole life is a joke and I don't think I'll ever get better. I really need to scream. Like I REALLY NEED TO SCREAM. I need to just fucking be somewhere where NO ONE can hear me breakdown. And I have to be certain that there is NO WAY anyone can know.

Last summer, I used to rent a studio. Just to. Be alone. Be somewhere quiet. Blast music so fucking loud. Scream my lungs shit. Literally the only thing that somewhat kept me from destroying myself in the shit pit that was 2023. The studio was taken down about the same time I moved out, about 4 months ago. I have no fucking relase from this pent up rage, it just compresses inside of me until I fucking spill and I destroy something again.

I miss my violent dreams... please, let me go lucid again I need to have control over something, my life is a lost cause. I want to. Do horrid things to non existent people in my dreams. I want to kill that one son of a fucking whore again. He fucking violated me and ripped me off. Stepping on shit isn't bad enough. I want him to fucking suffer. And I want to fucking destroy him over and over and over and over again. Bc I cannot. forgive. what he did to me. Can I just please have my vengence even in my crimson dripping dreams because I know I can't do shit in real life even if I did snap and go berserk on people.

I'm so sick of being weak and powerless and small and useless.

Non-threat and well meaning, always trying to help.

Just to get used and used and used and used and used again and again and again and again.

Nothing seems to make me feel better anymore, nothing makes the feeling go away. Nothing is satisfying.

I can't even sleep like a normal person.

I wish I knew what the fuck was wrong with me or how to fix it but I kind of don't want to and it seems there is so much wrong and broken, I'm like some infinite source of bad energy, I poison everything around me.

I have drug induced moments of 'not-being all of the above' but I dunno how I can fight it on my own. Being full of depressed rage is kind of all I know. All I can remember. Like an abusive home, but it's still home. I wish I could wipe my memory clean and try to make it better. I miss the days I was sick, back then I had a reason to fight. Now I kinda don't. I'm getting screwed over by the system that was supposed to help me. And I'm too stupid to find another way out of this myself. I wish I could. Wish I had a working brain and wasn't so god damn tired all the time. If I was smart I would use all this time to advance the progress on things I used to care about. It's been years and I still can't figure out what caused this. That nothing interests me anymore. That I don't care anymore. Eveything just sucks. And I should die.

Idk. I wish I had fucking drugssssss (and before you call me an addict, you can't assume that bc you dunno everything) it's the only thing that has helped me and I can't get any and what the fuck, how the fuck, I can't fucking cope with this. I feel like this is slipping back to what it was before, just all suicide suicide suicide in my mind, all the time. Alcohol and sleeping pills bc I can't sleep. I can't sleep again, the insomnia makes it so much worse and the pills don't work. I just want to sleep, I'm so tired all the time. I'm so tired please end me

[pancakem3atz]

Things I wish I knew before streaming

You will get taken advantage of - I went in blind after seeing someone else stream for the first time. I had no clue, no support, didn't know how to work twitter properly. -I was used for money, support, and to get to my community and then was dragged in lots of discords lol fun times

Find the right people FIRST - I wish I found the right support BEFORE I started. 98% of the ones that got me to affiliate on twitch got me there in 11 days and aren't with me now. Most of them left right after I hit it. - Once I got it so fast SO MANY PEOPLE WERE MAD AF and said I didn't deserve it and left

GROW THAT THICK SKIN!! -People are going to talk shit. They're going to be jealous. They are going to use you. DO NOT FALL FOR THAT SHIT!! -Can't cry every day over the bullshit, but in the beginning, it was really hard bc I was NOT prepped for what it meant to be a female streamer.

You won't have it all, at first -You won't have a complete set up from the jump. It's never REALLY complete -Don't fall victim to the hypes - meaning don't drop the money you don't have into this shit. It's not worth it to cripple yourself over this. Get what you can and allow yourself the room to grow knowing you're not any less of a streamer bc you don't have pretty lighting

Know your limits/take your breaks -Streaming is exhausting. So is social media. TAKE THOSE FUCKING BREAKS -I learned quickly what streamer burn out is like and wouldn't wish it on anyone. -The right community will still be there when you come back from how ever long your streaming/social media break is. The ones who leave shouldn't have been there anyways. Taking an extended break will prove who belongs. -If you hit the button and quickly realize you shouldn't have, that's ok. You can stop when you need to. Don't even have to address chat. Sometimes we don't realize we didn't really have it in us to stream until we try and go "oh shit, I don't think this was a good idea." You're not the only one it happens to

Find your support system -you have to have people to talk to that understand the game. Things are going to happen and you are going to need someone or some people to help you through the streamer drama moments. No one understands better than another streamer who has had something similar happen. DON'T VENT TO JUST ANYONE!! If they feel like a snake, they are.

CHOOSE THOSE MODS CAREFULLY!!! -Again, not everyone has your best interest at heart. People are going to find any way to sabotage. -Your mods have some serious access to your streams. Make sure you trust these people. They can change your stream info/block and ban people/and can tarnish your good name. -I have had mods who came in just to block and ban people they didn't like then block me. IF THEY FEEL LIKE THEY ARE A SNAKE, THEY ARE!!!!

Don't ever be scared to ask for help, on any level, from anyone you trust. Including me. -You're going to need help in every aspect. Tech support, mental health issues, everything. -Streaming has brought me some the most amazing people, but also some of the biggest pieces of shit. Don't let the bad ones keep the good ones away -Please don't be scared. I will always try to help. If I don't have the answer, I will find someone who does.

Don't follow all the fads -I mean, come on, common sense lol not everything "cool" is for everyone and just bc everyone else is doing it hahahaha doesn't mean it's for you

HAVE FUN, MOTHERFUCKER!! -WE ARE ENTERTAINERS!!! have a good time with it and make sure you are enjoying what you are streaming. -Don't give into the gaming pressures of this. Play what you want; stream the things you want (that are within TOS;) just do the things that make YOU happy. Your stream will be much more successful and less stressful.

BONUS!! If you have a significant other, better make sure they know what comes with streaming, esp if they don't stream or game like you do. If they are also a streamer lol trust is a huge thing and don't let the internet come between yall. If it does, prob wasn't meant to work out haha

[dumpdaily]

How attempted murder freed me from my abusive parents

please check tags for trigger warnings before continuing. also the style completely changes halfway through so have fun with that

Reprimanded for threats I make Inaction on the crimes against me WHAT THE HELL AM I MEANT TO THINK this is ok ? I repeat and repeat and repeat No one believed me and when they did? Nothing. I WILL BECOME THE CONSEQUENCE I was fully prepared to do the time Anyone who tells you that you should have called the cops Anyone who tells you that you should have talked to someone you trust THEY ALL BETRAYED ME I was a loudspeaker for the things I lived through but such things were too dramatic everyone talks a big game about protecting little girls who is really willing to take on someone wielding a knife? someones parents sobbing about how they are made the victim DENIAL DENIAL DENIAL the most convincing you've seen The constant looming threats sob sob please dont say such things sob sob you'll be taken away from me followed by the horror stories of the system NO MATTER WHAT I TOLD THEM but still the pressure from inside that house the sobbing and begging alongside the beatings and other fucked up things it broke me I realized NO ONE FUCKING CARES No one was willing to take the steps to save me So you know what I did? I saved myself ATTEMPTED MURDER BUT BITCH I WAS TECHNICALLY A MINOR AND THEY HAD NO FUCKING PROOF Unfortunately some other adult who was dating my blood relation held me back I finally got thrown out with nothing but STILL from being locked inside and facing extreme punishments for dumb shit to try control me from only having my school uniform and being BANNED from getting books out from the library from all of the bullshit TO FREEDOM And all it took was for me to enforce consequence This moment was the single most defining moment in my life I knew that if someone wanted to do something to me they could But I also knew that murder was a fucking option and I wasnt afraid to take it I live every day in terror I live every day with the consequences of other peoples actions Right now I still have to maintain tactical contact with some of the family that abused me the most bc otherwise I'll be homeless again (a reoccurring theme) and as I currently am unable to walk thats not something I am ready to deal with if it can be helped These days I am extremely law abiding most of the time and always try to live my life by what I believe in which is basically the opposite of what I was shown as a kid I repeat parts of my past often to remind myself that they were real, that I have every right to be hurt angry or whatever. I rely on the reactions of other to put things in perspective. My normal was super fucked up. Even after getting my freedom I had no one so I got hardcore fucked over by others. I get through life by saying to myself whats the worst that can happen? something I already lived through? Or I could die? I don't really function dealing with people very well and have basically no (consistent) skills. its really hard because there's basically no way to earn money. I tried streaming and social media stuff but I always ended up not being able to handle it. It really brings out the worst in people and turns out stalker shit and the way some people react to me existing with my body is fucking terrifying. I have had people try con me into what I am pretty sure is some human trafficking shit. I swear people see desperate girl and assume shes fucking stupid blackmailable. Luckily I was/am way to cautious of people to fall for the bs. Also my sexual trauma generally makes me pretty adverse to sexual shit so just as well in this case. I really dont want to make everything about my life and mental illness shit but as things get worse again it's getting to feel like it's more and more of the stuff that defines me. If you're gonna do dumb shit then you might as well work backwards from least dumb to most dumb. Sometimes people get lucky and find help. Sometimes you have to ask for help repeatedly from many places.