#i don't want people to mistake me making that post for thinking that i think quaritch isn't literally the same character

[hotnbloodied]

Yan!Childhood Friend X Reader

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion.

CW: not proof read, yous/yours used, gn reader, I honestly don't know if I'm missing anything cause this one is pretty tame and short.

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!! MINORS DNI!!

You hated his guts. From a young age your parents would always compare you to him, just because you two were around the same age. How his grades were better, how much better behaved he is, how he could do this and that. But that’s not the worse part, the worst part was him clinging to you, like he knew how much it annoyed you. But you couldn’t do anything about it, play it cool, play it safe. Hopefully you don’t get eaten up by the hyenas that were your family and community if he wanted to use them against you. College could not come around any sooner, you had plans, and grants that you worked your ass off to get. It wasn’t until the last possible minute that you told your parents that you were going to university out of state. You kept your business as minimally out there as possible so why? Why the FUCK was he in front of your apartment?

He absolutely loves you. From the young age the two of you met he felt like he was floating when he met your gaze for the first time. He knew that being around you annoyed you, he wasn’t stupid enough to not understand the scowls that you would give him. He just wanted to be the reason you smiled, even once. He devoted all he could to you, he’d make lunches for you and him, find you in the library to study together, invite himself to friend outings you’d join. He had to be wherever you were, he needed to constantly see you. Why were you trying so hard to escape him? Can’t you see that you and him were perfect together? So why? Why did you apply for a college so far away? You were lucky that he always had eyes on you, only you. So he can always follow and protect you. Getting into the same university as you was easy, securing the apartment next to yours? Well, that was just luck.

You don’t question things like how anymore, so you let him inside. It felt like some sort of practiced routine as the two of you sat on the couch. Your nails dug into the meat of your thighs, “So… you knew,” you pause, “for how long?” His damned nonchalant face turns into a playful grin as he motions his finger to his chin in a thoughtful position, “hmm the whole time?” You couldn’t help it, tears, tears of frustration, anger, stress all came pouring from your eyes and a question you should have asked years ago coming out between sobs, “why do you hate me so much?” He reached over to you to pull you into a hug, his touch felt oppressive but you were too tired to care. “Darling, I think you’re mistaking something…” he uses one hand to make your head turn to maintain eye contact with him, “I love you.”

[v-anrouge]

My birthday is coming to an end and i really just wanted to thank you all for the love and kindness you've shown me everyday, especially today, in light of recent events realizing how much of a bad person i am and how many people ive hurt i started to wonder if i wasn't better off deactivating and never speaking to anyone here ever again save for a few people i at least knew weren't hurt by me. i talked to my dear friend Aru and talking to her allowed me to think more thoroughly about things, i also wrote some more on my journal, i still feel terrible and i still don't think i deserve to be treated and received with such kindness after everything ive done but seeing you all treat me like this really made me emotional, especially when i know i haven't been doing the same back to you all, im really sorry for how terrible i was and still am, as i am far from being healthy and only just started to try and get better, and i know some things will take very long to fix but i am very lucky to have found people like you all who are very understanding and supportive, the kind of people i usually push away because im scared ill hurt them someway (which proved itself true huh) but it also made me realize a few things. it's no use of me to ask for you opinions and after hearing deactivating and running away, i made many mistakes and i need to be here to own up to them, as well as to make it up for you guys in any ways i am able to, and that maybe just maybe i can make things right eventually and take this as a learning experience to live in a better way, i don't know when ill go back to posting passionately about my hyperfixations instead of just posting random things but i am gonna try because i have so many followers for very low quality posting, my college is finally gonna go on break so ill hopefully have some more free time to replay twst and analyse my favs deeper and understand them more and hopefully make some good posts like i used to

this got long and idk if it even makes sense but for the final part; thank you all for the support i seriously don't know what i did to deserve you guys but im really really happy to have you around, i promise to be better, thank you all for the birthday wishes :3c

[missredherring]

No Solo Riders

Dieter Bravo x Fat F!Reader

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1.1k

Contents: fluff. allusion to drug use.

Summary: The ride operator calls out, the music explodes, and the world falls away around you.

A/N: This is for the Summer Lovin' '24 event! This is a silly little thing but I love the idea. Thank you to @pegito @chaotic-mystery and @amanitacowboy for setting this up. <3

Lovely moodboard by @pedgito.

Not beta read; all mistakes are my own.

You might have to get new friends, you think, as they pair off to get in line for the Zipper. They’re close together, heads bent over a phone, oblivious to the problem they left you with. Jesus, they didn’t even offer to do rock-paper-scissors or for one of them to come back and ride with you. Did they just assume you were over the weight limit? No, issues with weight limits and fitting into seats never even occurs to them. 

Knowing this doesn’t make it sting any less.

“No Solo Riders” the sign says in big bold letters. The sign is dirty and half covered in graffiti, but there’s no missing it. It’s probably for safety and weight distribution which is important when you’re being spun around in a metal cage. At least it's posted at the beginning of the line so you don't have to endure the embarrassment of the operator yelling for volunteers to ride with you.

More people pass by to enter the line, and you resign yourself to waiting, your mood souring as you wonder if they’ll just rush past you on their way to the next ride.

“You wanna do it with me?” A voice asks at your elbow. Being propositioned was not on your list of possibilities tonight and all you can do is stare at the man who’s standing next to you now.

He’s tall and broad enough to block out some of the neon lights behind him. How far into your own head were you that you didn’t notice him coming up to you? That’s just unsafe.

He has a big nose and pouty pink lips beneath it surrounded by salt and pepper facial hair that hints at being groomed at some point. It’s wild and patchy across a nice jaw and you immediately want to scratch along the line until your fingers meet at the point of his chin. His hair is just as chaotic with wild brown curls haloing his distracting face. 

He dips his head to look at you over his sunglasses, his thumb jerking towards the sign and showing off the collection of bracelets around a thick wrist. You don’t even care why he’s wearing sunglasses at night. It completes his casual outfit of a threadbare t-shirt and lounge pants. Like he’d just rolled off the couch and decided to come to the carnival because why not?

Holy shit, he’s hot.

“Yea- yes! That’d be great, thanks.” 

“Amazing.” he says and waits for you to join the line before following behind you, stuffing his hands in his pockets and slouching a little against the metal barrier.

In between rounds of people screaming as they're tossed around he tells you his name is Dieter.

As the line moves you try for small talk, but the only response you get is a mumbled declaration about something “kicking in” before he goes quiet, entranced by the flashing lights of the ride. 

Maybe he’s afraid of heights and trying to get better with some immersion therapy? If so, the Zipper is an extreme choice. You leave him to it, not wanting to make his fears worse with good intentions and end up at the front of the line.

The gate opens and you’re ushered into the car, Dieter is squishing in next to you, and suddenly he's touching everywhere from your calf to your shoulder.

It would be nice if the hot humid air of the night wasn't making everything sticky. 

The operator swings the door closed and the lap bar pushes uncomfortably into your stomach, but it latches and you relax all the muscles you’d been clenching. 

“Oh, shit. Ok.” he says, his voice a little shaky as the car tips back and forward just from the little momentum of moving up so the next car can be filled. 

He looks green when you study his face, even after the lights change color from green to blue to red. 

Your thigh is pinched between the lap bar and the side of the car so you press back to move the skin, sending the car rocking and he makes a noise and grabs for purchase.

“Is it ok if I hold your hand?” 

You don’t bother answering, just offer him your hand and he takes it, squeezing hard already. His other hand is already on the padded bars attached to the door. You mirror him and adjust his sweaty hand in your for a better grip. 

The ride operator calls out, the music explodes, and the world falls away around you.

Outside of the car it just looks like they’re swinging back and forwards, but inside it feels like your stomach is trying to escape via your throat. 

Adrenaline spikes and you can’t stop your eyes from squeezing shut when a wave of dizziness washes over you as you spin and spin and spin. 

Dieter is screaming next to you, and you hope it’s in delight and not terror. You feel more movement from him and squint over to see him actually moving out of his seat, the lap bar that stopped at your stomach allowing him more wiggle room. 

You feel it too: the second your ass lifts off the seat and thuds back down. It startles a yell out of you and Dieter answers with a yell of his own. 

It’s been a long time since you’ve made so much noise; always keeping quiet, keeping to yourself to be out of the way when you unintentionally take up so much space in the world. It’s a giddy feeling and you let it bubble out and keep going: screaming with all the air your lungs can pull in while you flip around.

His hold on your hand is getting sweaty and you’re sure you’ll have marks from where his nails are digging in, but it’s all a blur and it’s over after a few exhilarating moments. 

The door is opened and you stumbled out on shaky legs. Dieter blindly leads you away, only dropping your hand to brace on his knees when he bends over, gasping like he’s trying not to throw up. 

“Can you hold my hair back?” He groans out. His hair doesn’t even come down past his ears, but there’s some curls sticking to his forehead and maybe it’s too much after the ride.

You only hesitate for a moment before swiping his hair back until the curls start to spring free. God, why is his hair so soft? It’s unfair and you can’t stop the small motion of your fingers to feel more of it.

He sighs and breathes deeply in through his nose and out of his mouth. At this angle his dark eyes sparkle with the carnival lights as he looks at you over his sunglasses, like you’re holding his heart instead of his hair. 

Dieter brings up his other hand, his closed fist catching on his pant’s pocket, to show you a wad of crumpled tickets. 

“Wanna see how many times we can flip?”

[specialized-rexan]

SCREENSHOTS I GOT FROM THE JEREMY JORDAN LIVESTREAM YESTERDAY. especially love the comments on his duck drawings. he was very proud of some of them since he needed to practice before the stream. he admits he does not draw much lol

and here's Lucifer's signature that Jeremy came up with: a cursive capital L attached to a pentagram!

the stream was SO FUN and literally only felt like 20 minutes even tho it was almost an hour

at one point he mentioned he's making pancakes with olive oil now since he has high cholesterol, and that he LOVES how the pancakes turned out. someone responded:

(later someone joked he should make pancakes with bacon grease and he almost shouted (not angrily) "DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE? I JUST SAID I HAVE HIGH CHOLESTEROL. I just said. I had high cholesterol. Are you TRYING. To kill me."

anyway back to screenshots lol)

"Take that, depression!" was a popular quote to write on prints, and he said he hoped we're not depressed and it was very sweet

some more quotes written during the stream and other notes:

"I'm gonna be signing these prints of my boy Lucifer, the short king of Hell"

he drank both a cold smoothie and hot tea during the stream. "Doesn't make any goddamn sense, but here we go."

"It's never too late to fuck up--too late to fuck shit up" (a legitimate accidental stammer. but still perfect in its own way)

"Every time I hear the name 'Shay' I think of my daughter's friend at school. My daughter's obsessed with a friend named Shay. 'S all she talks about. 'Shay Shay Shay Shay Shay Shay.' Shay and Madeline. It's like 'You can be your own person. Clara. You are your own HUMAN.' …HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KATHERINE."

hopes to go to some conventions for Hazbin Hotel. more likely to go to cons in New York, New Jersey (where he lives), or Philly area

"He's just a li'l cutie. :3 Is he really da bosh? :3" (wondering if Lucifer really is the Big Boss of Hell Himself or if it's just more of a title)

"Hope you're not depressed"

" 'Write something Lucifer would say to cheer someone up.' And I think Lucifer would think that… 'SINGING MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER!' At least when it comes to rebuilding your relationship with your daughter."

"Guess what's in my smoothie. There are six ingredients. Go."

"…said draw a little duck, so I drew the smallest duck I could. (holds print up to camera then says in small high-pitched voice:) It's a little duck!"

MORE QUOTES UNDER THE CUT. THIS POST IS GETTING LONG ASFQJSKSKSKKS

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about his smoothie again: "Obviously, I just went to the gym. So I gotta have some kinda supplement in there. ... WHAT'S THE BASE, Y'ALL? YOU GOTTA HAVE A BASE." (someone could use that audio and give a character a bass guitar lol)

(still about people guessing smoothie ingredients:) "WATER? Why would I put water in my smoothie. (mutters:) Water is for losers. ... Kale! -grins and points at camera- That's it! You win. That's my smoothie."

his smoothie was blueberries, bananas, strawberries, protein powder, almond milk, kale

"…with a hUUGE shmiley faysh! :3" (about a little " =) " smile he wrote with an autograph)

"THAT DUCK IS CUTE!"

"We love, we stan Lilith"

AGGRESSIVELY, ABOUT A JOKE HE MADE: "GET IT?"

Some fatherly advice from Lucifer: "Don't fuck up your lives like I did 😎"

HE SANG THE START OF HELL'S GREATEST DAD AND WANTS A MIMZY-LESS VERSION THAT ACTUALLY HAS AN ENDING QSJFKSKKSKS

he's only seen Hazbin Hotel once, and he had "~champagne fountains, caviar mountains, that's just to staaart~" going through his head for the two+ years between recording his lines and the show airing. he wasn't able to tell anyone it because of non-disclosure stuff, and eventually he even forgot what that song line was from. but it still went through his head

"[Person he was signing an autograph for] is a bi girl [bisexual], and that's pretty baller"

"AN INCREDIBLE DUCK YOU SHALL HAVE"

"Take that depression!! Quack"

"Hold please!" (i just liked imagining Lucifer saying almost any small thing)

Jeremy Jordan says Lucifer is short, and not just that all the other characters are tall (i cannot confirm that that is canon even tho that's what i want LOL) "What gives!? There are short people in this world, and they need some love"

someone asked what he thinks about OC x canon ships. he was confused about what OC means and then when the chat explained, he was confused about how "OC x canon" works. but he figured it out after thinking for a moment. "So basically everybody wants to fuck Lucifer. GOT IT."

"Am I going to Hell for this" (about all the pentagrams he's drawing)

"…so i just did a bunch of stars and hearts around Emery's name 💜"

someone asked about his favorite Hazbin Hotel song, and he answered that season 2 has a rock song he really likes 👀 👀

"(a requested phrase for an autograph:) 'Duck lord loves you no matter what.' ...Don't know what that particularly means but…"

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

LMAO your Quaritch hate post has a good point, but by that logic it also proves that he is better than his predecessor, since he had no obligation to give a shit about a random boy and yet he did anyway. Human Quaritch likely didn’t even care about Spider, but his clone found it within himself to connect to this kid so strongly that he ends up completely fucking up his mission for his sake. Whether Neytiri would have actually killed Spider or not doesn’t matter because either way Miles didn’t feel like taking that chance and opted to instead possibly fight two enraged Na’vi, which is literally a death wish after the stuff they did to his squad. He’s not good by any means, but human Quaritch would have shot those Tau’nui villagers and give fuck all about Spider’s feelings.

I have a whole list of asks to work through, but I'll bump yours right to the front, you silly little clown.

I don't think they're different characters, first of all. There is no plot or thematic emphasis given to Quaritch being a clone. That is not his point in this media. The point was that James Cameron wanted Stephen Lang back. They are the same character in James Cameron's eyes, the scripts eyes, and thematically. So just getting that out of the way.

I really need you guys to get this: claiming Human Quaritch didn't care about Spider is completely baseless. You have literally no evidence at all for it. It is a claim you all make to continue to separate the two. This claim is a bad faith way to try to make recom Quaritch (still a racist war criminal) look better than the genocidal maniac he was and is. It's really a bad look for you all.

I've said this a million times: not killing the Tau'nui (and the other villages he raided and burned, you do be forgetting those don't you) and not being even worst to abducted war prisoner child Spider ARE NOT GOOD THINGS. So if the war prisoner wasn't Spider he would've been worse to any other child? If Spider wasn't there he would've killed the villagers? Not good! Jesus Christ, if I kick a puppy and then you criticize me for it and I say well I didn't KILL the puppy??? That is a logical fallacy, my king. Saying things could have been worse doesn't make the awful things magically not as bad or not occur??

Finally, "after what [Jake and Neytiri] did to his squad," yeah idk I'm pretty sure the recoms would've been a okay if they didn't, idk, kidnap all those children and torch all those villages and also attack them. Stop sending me messages all artfully phrased trying to make Quartich seem like a victim. It's really stupid. It's not noble for Quaritch to "put himself in danger" by dropping his knife, he literally put himself in that situation a million times over.

You can't argue for what human Quaritch would have done to make Recom Quaritch look better, because you literally don't know. So don't bother. Like your villains and make whatever content you want, but when you start defending him and his actions and painting him as sympathetic and excusable, you are defending! Racism! Imperialism! Genocide! and war crimes!

[maddy-ferguson]

failed my driving test twice, no actual friends in college, applied to a cool thing and was rejected, no bitches...thank god i'm seeing goodfellas in theaters in a few days because what do i have going for me rn

[taegularities]

being here has never felt this suffocating.. it feels impossible sometimes to continue

[random-human-being2311]

I love encountering the "I only like their '70s songs" queen fans because they're such a funny flavour of extremely pretentious

the way they talk about it you'd think their entire family was personally murdered by a synthesiser and/or a drum machine

[chloecherrysip]

WELL, FORGET MY LAST POST - NOW I'M SEEING THE MARIO MOVIE TONIGHT AT MIDNIGHT???

I have decided that I don't want to be responsible and my sleep schedule is terrible right now anyway and there are midnight screenings near me with seats still available sooooo LET'S DO THIS

Not sure how coherent I will be tonight at 2:00am or whenever I get home, but I will definitely share some thoughts!!

[lolexjpg]

idk like as an autistic person seeing bianca get dogpiled does not make me feel comforted or safe. it makes me feel like being a human with flaws makes me deserving of intense public shaming, that if i make a mistake i am irredeemable. i don't think that's a good outcome from all of this

[acheronidae]

I am not going to name names, I am not going to put any one specific person on blast, nor should anyone else.

But PLEASE, TAG YOUR SHIP CONTENT PROPERLY!

What may be your OTP may make someone else very uncomfortable. You are fully within your right to post about that ship if you want to, I am not in any way trying to police the content other people choose to make on this site(within the boundaries of both the law and of Tumblr's community guidelines).

I only ask that you tag the ship so that the people who don't want to see said content can filter the tag and avoid it.

We are all here to have fun, so we should all be looking out for each other and properly tagging the content we make so that we don't have to resort to blocking each other.

Please and thank you.

[choking-on-roses]

Only now as a 30-year-old am I truly understanding how damaging my mother's constant minimization was. Any negative emotion or reaction I showed was just me being "dramatic."

Once I fell off the top bunk bed and injured myself and was bleeding profusely, and the first thing she said when she saw me in the doorway, bleeding all over the floor, was "look at her standing there, saying nothing, waiting for me to notice her. So dramatic."

[kalicocoa]

Hey so to the people who keep going through all of my Proseka memes and then following me?

Hi there! I’m Calico, nice to meet you! Uhh, I don’t make those anymore? So if you followed for them I’m just warning you: You will not see new ones LOL Hope this helps.

[thethingything]

for the last couple of days our brain has kind of felt the way it does when we've not had any caffeine and our ADHD gets really bad and we start getting distracted all the time and having racing thoughts and being generally unhinged, except we've been drinking energy drinks so I know it isn't that.

our psychosis definitely started flaring up as well because we've had the usual stress induced hallucinations we get (usually just spiders and little orbs of light. it's whatever) but also really intense paranoia over how people perceive us, but it's combined with the racing thoughts and we keep just rambling and jumping from one thing to another while freaking out about doing exactly that.

so yeah anyway if I talk to anyone and it looks like I'm typing stuff really frantically or it doesn't make sense properly, that's probably why. I just felt like this was worth clarifying in case anyone noticed and wondered what the hell was going on

[mortirolo]

god blocking you felt so good and so fucking holy

[maddy-ferguson]

i spent two hours (two hours) with my "friends" from school today and i'm MISERABLE roman voice you need to stop this (@ me)